The whole damn time

Lights

He found her by the window, silent, unmoving. She was standing almost close enough to touch the cold glass, her feet only inches away from the wall. He moved to stand beside her and she gave no sign of recognition that he was there, and just kept gazing out into the distance at all the city lights down below.

"It's beautiful, don't you think?" She asked softly, her breath fogging up the glass. He wiped it away with his shirt sleeve, feeling the icy cold of the window through the thin fabric. Simmons turned her head to smile at him, and though it was a sad little smile, it seemed to warm up the room. Fitz certainly thought so.

"Yeah, you're right." He replied. It was beautiful, all of the twinkling lights, all different colours, stretching out as far as the eye could see. It reminded him of the Academy, of sitting on Simmon's balcony with mugs of hot chocolate and a blanket and just losing themselves in the night. She was thinking the same thing, and reached out to clasp his hand like she normally did. Her skin was cold against his and he shivered a little. "Did May forget to turn the heaters on?"

"I don't know. I like the cold, though, it reminds me of-"

"The Academy, I know." Fitz finished her sentence for her and she squeezed his hand gently. "Back when we didn't have a care in the world."

Simmons turned to look at him. "Except for exams. And homework. And studying."

"Yeah, except for that. But it's nothing compared to now."

"I don't regret it though. This has been one hell of a ride, but I wouldn't change it for the world." She said, touching her fingertips to the glass. "I can't even imagine what it would be like, now, to be down there. Living a normal life, having normal friends, going to parties, having a nice secure job."

Fitz grinned at her. "When you say normal, do you mean friends that can't kick ass better than Jackie Chan and hack into the world's most secure organisations?"

"And collect vintage Captain America trading cards." Simmons said with a smile. She drew her hand away from the glass and turned her body so she was facing Fitz, then grabbed his other hand with hers. "But we love them. Even if they are a bit strange, they're still family."

"Spending time with them is nowhere near as good as spending time with you. Just the two of us, I mean." Fitz said, his gaze fixed on her warm brown eyes. He loved spending time with her, she was his everything and he was hers, and just the two of them was the way it was meant to be.

Simmons pulled him into a hug, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "I'll go make us some hot chocolate. Do you want to grab blankets?"

"Sure. Chairs too?"

"No, lets keep this traditional." She said, then walked out of the room to the kitchenette. Fitz grabbed thick blankets from the store cupboard outside his bunk and waited by the window for another few minutes before she emerged with steaming mugs in each hand. "Here, you take these." She passed him the mugs and spread a blanket over the floor, then sat down on it. Fitz sat beside her, their sides touching, and placed the mugs down gently on the floor in front of them. She took another blanket and draped it around both of them so they were both wrapped up tightly together.

And so they sat there for hours, neither of them talking, just sitting there, drinking hot chocolate and gazing at the city lights, and a few hours later a certain hacker walked in to find them cuddled up together and fast asleep.