"Hello, I'm... a, Fitz. Leopoldo Fitz." "Jemma Simmons, nice to meet you Leopold," Fitz stuck his hand out nervously, "Fitz, I prefer Fitz, Leopold just sounds..." Jemma stuck her hand out too, a smile on her face, "nice to meet you Fitz,"
Their first day at S.H.I.E.L.D academy was exhausting, but worth it. Jemma found the problems intriguing, a nice mix to what she was taught in normal classes, and Fitz, he enjoyed the lessons, yes, but he found it hard to mix with others, constantly by Jemma's
side. They were young, 16/17, with 13 PhDs between them and a thousand questions. They had to have been the youngest there, but they were in front most of the seniors, flying ahead. Months passed, they stayed together, starting to develop a relationship, Fitz had grown more confident, in himself and others; Jemma was still inquisitive, and together, their work was amazing.
"Hey, Jemma, what's that thing called that goes in between the... the a..."
"The receiver." He smiled and reached across the table to the small, round mechanical piece. "Thanks,"
Suddenly, a phone began to ring, Fitz's phone. Jemma looked up , confused. "Who's that?" Fitz didn't answer at first, a look of pure shock on his face. "N-No-one, just a... contact." She knew he was lying. "Just a contact?"
"Yeh, erm, two minutes." He left her and went to the next room.
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