Everything You Want

Part One: Fitz & Simmons

I know I said I wasn't going to post here anymore. I regret that. I post because I enjoy writing and nothing should be able to take that away from me.
This story comes from an idea I've been toying with for months, but with a twist on my original thoughts. I like to think these two pieces are bittersweet, as life always is, but I'll leave that to you to decide. This is canon up to the end of season three, minus the six months later piece.

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"Daddy?"

Fitz looked up from his tablet, eyes taking in the small figure before him. Her toys were spread about on the carpet, the remnants of an epic Jedi battle. It made the corner of his mouth tick up.

"Yes, Spark?" He returned, watching the girl's nose scrunch at the nickname.

It was brief, only a second, before her face twisted into something . . . grimmer. His brow furrowed, watching what he knew was a thought process developing behind her eyes. Finally, she managed to string together her thoughts.

"Why don't I look like you?"

Fitz's breath caught in his throat. He coughed in an attempt to cover it, but he knew Mae had caught it anyway. She shot him a look that struck him painfully of her mother.

Before he had a chance to fully recover from what Jemma called his reboot phase, Mae plowed on.

"Mrs. Mahar was teaching us what genes are today," she said softly, her cheeks flushing. "She said that we look like our parents because of our genes. We're supposed to get half and half." Her brow furrowed deeper as she adjusted Ashoka's lightsaber in her lap. "But . . . I don't look like you or Mum,"

"Wh-" Fitz tried to start, but was cut off by the sudden tightness in this throat. "Why would you say that?"

"You have blue eyes and Mum has light brown. I have dark brown," she started, fingers still fidgeting. "You have light hair and Mum has light hair. Mine is dark. And my skin is dark. You're pasty,"

Fitz could feel a burn starting at the back of his eyes, but he blinked it away. God, she sounds like her mother.

"You're right, Maesie." He sighed softly. The little girl looked up then, eyes dark as the day he'd first laid eyes on her. "Come 'ere,"

Mae dropped her action figure, standing to move towards Fitz's lap. Gently, he gathered her into his arms the same way he had since she was a baby, running a hand over her deep waves. She relaxed into his embrace, her eyes like the night as she looked up at him expectantly.

"I'm-" Fitz tried to start again before stopping. He cleared his throat. "I'm going to tell you a story, okay baby girl?"

Mae nodded against his chest, eyes still bright and expectant.

"Have you ever heard of SHIELD?"

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When they're twenty nine, they're tired of wasting time.

Jemma says it herself, lying in bed. Her skin is bare and pressed against his, the heat shared beginning to cool in their bunk.

Fitz casts her a breathless smile, pressing a kiss to her lips. "So am I," he whispers, breath shared in the small gap between them. "But there's not much we can do about that, not yet,"

Jemma presses up to kiss him again. "But . . . But what if there was? What if we just . . ." She breathes out a wistful sigh. "What if we just ran away? The two of us, settled down, started a family . . ."

His heart leapt even as he stroked a stray strand of hair out of her face, studying her whiskey eyes. A fluttering started in his chest, something so erratic he wondered if Jemma could feel it thumping beneath his bare skin. "You-You'd want that? With me?"