FitzSimmons One Shots

Monkey

Jemma
Fitz was playing with our daughter, Maya Fitz. She is four, has light brown curls like Leo and bright blue eyes, like Leo. He likes to call her Monkey. I can hear him shouting it as they run around downstairs while she chases the Dwarfs. "Monkey!!!" I hear him shout. I hear her laughing immediately after.

Fitz
I was chasing Monkey around when she ran out of sight. I stop to catch my breath. Thump. "(Wailing)" I shot straight up and ran towards the living room. "Monkey!!" I saw her crying and holding her arm. I picked her up in my arms and dried her tears. Although it didn't exactly work. More came streaming down her face. Jemma came running from upstairs and looked at me and Monkey. "Monkey here fell." I said kissing her softly on the head as she continued to cry. I bounced her softly in my arms, holding her close to my chest.

"What hurts Monkey? Where's your ouchie?" Jemma asked sweetly. Putting one hand on my shoulder and the other on Maya's back. "My arm urts mummy. I fink I fell on it." Jemma looked at it. She exhaled. "It looks like you just have a bruise. I'll tell you what, you and mummy can have some ice cream-" she starts. "And daddy will make you a new toy, how does that sound Monkey?" I finish. She nods softly and I carry her to the kitchen. Simmons goes to the fridge while I put Monkey on a stool. Then I go to work on her new toy. It's gonna be a hovercar replica of Coulson's except blue, her favorite color. Monkey smiles at me as I leave and I grin throwing Jemma a wink. I love my family.