"Why do you need to know?" you growl, typing on one of the many computers in the lab. Fitz sighs.
"I just want to know (y/n)," he says. You roll your eyes.
"It's none of your business Fitz," you snap, "I have work to do." You hear Fitz slam his fists on the table.
"It is my business," he argues, his thick Scottish accent rising.
"Good lord Fitz," you groan, "I'm not a little girl anymore. You can't dig into my secrets. It's my life."
"(y/n) I want to protect you."
"From what?" You whip around, your patience wearing thin.
"He could hurt you." You give a sassy laugh.
"Do you hear yourself? It was one kiss Fitz! One kiss."
"Yes, I understand, but I don't, trust him." You roll your eyes.
"You don't trust anyone Fitz! Lincoln is perfectly fine."
"The last guy you liked almost killed you."
"Lincoln is not Ward, Fitz!" you shout, "Get you're head out your butt! This is my world. You can't control my actions."
"I know that! I can't control you. All I want is to protect you."
"From what?" you shout, "I don't understand Fitz! What you say is making no sense what so ever!"
"If someone hurt you, what would I do?" he asks, catching you by surprise.
"What do you mean?" He steps closer and you raise your brows.
"If something ever happened to you (y/n), I don't know what I would do." He looks you in the eye.
"I love you (y/n)." He leans in and embraces you, his soft lips connecting with yours.
"I love you too Leo," you whisper.
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FanfictionIncludes Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson Tony Stark Bruce Banner Thor Odinson Loki Odinson Clint Barton Scott Lang Peter Parker Peter Quill T'challa (?) Leo Fitz Grant Ward Any other marvel characters I can think of