Cursed // Fitzsimmons

Fitz 4

When he woke, Fitz couldn't remember much. His last memory was in Ward's odd torture chamber, the dwarf, Simmons, the gun... It was all fuzzy. He did know he was safe now, though. The sheets in his bed were soft, the room warm. His shoulder was sore, but the pain was bearable. He wondered how long he'd been out. The door opened smoothly, unlike Hydra's creaky doors, he noted.

"Glad you're up, Fitz." It was Coulson. "Simmons has been dying to see you." The young engineer started to stand, but the director stopped him. "No, no. You stay. I'll bring her in."

It didn't take long for his coworker to come timidly into the room. "Hi, Fitz." She stated awkwardly, sitting down on the plush bed. Her nose was slightly less purple today, though the rest of her face was not. Her breathing still seemed a bit stilted.

"How are you doing, Jemma?"

"Quite well, all things considered. Only a broken nose, two broken ribs, one fractured, and miscellaneous bruises. How are you?"

He chuckled slightly, though he didn't know why. "I'm okay, I think. How long was I out?"

"A day and a half. Blood loss."

"Ah."

The roomed simmered with silence, neither scientist wanting to ruin it. Silence was rare in their busy lives now.

After a while, though, Fitz couldn't stand it. He spoke. "Jem... Did you mean it?"

She looked up from the ground to stare at his eyes. Oh, his eyes. They were her favorite color. "Mean what?"

"When we were in that cell, I said I loved you, and I meant it with my whole heart, Jemma, I swear. You said it back, did you mean it?"

"Of course I did."

Fitz didn't expect her to say yes. He had made up countless excuses for her had she said no. Pain, hunger, dehydration, sleep deprivation. But he didn't need them. Unless she was playing him, which wasn't likely, as Jemma wasn't one for mind games.

"Good." Was his soft reply.

Jemma, never being overly eloquent, couldn't decide what to say next, so she kissed him. It wasn't like their first kiss, that was one out of lust and frustration and passion. This kiss was gentle, and slow. It was caring, and kind. Jemma wished she would've done it sooner.

Eventually, the kiss broke, and the two just sat cross legged, facing each other on Fitz's bed. Their foreheads were pressed together, and their eyes closed. They stayed like this until Fitz got tired and laid down again. Jemma decided to join him for a nap, climbing gently under the covers, being careful not to hurt her ribs or his shoulder any farther.

Fitz wrapped his arms around his girl, then placed a loving kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Jemma."

She had already fallen asleep, but she didn't need to be told.

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So, the end! (well, except for the epilogue)

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