Fitzsimmons

Fitzsimmons in Asgard: The Sequel

Quick Note: This is a gift for my hundredth voter. She wanted another one, so here it is! Slight spoilers from Thor 2: The Dark World.

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Jemma woke up without a clue where she was. She couldn't see, but she felt silk sheets across her bare legs. Was she wearing a dress? She slowly reached an arm down to check. Yes, she was wearing a soft cotton nightgown. But why? Jemma never wore dresses, unless she was feeling particularly feminine.

Suddenly the mattress dipped beside her. Someone was lying next to her. She struggled to remember who it was.

"Jemma, are you awake?" a familiar voice asked. It all came back to her now.

"Yeah, Fitz. Are you?" she asked groggily. Fitz chose not to respond and embarrass her, and Jemma started laughing. "Even geniuses wake up dumb." Fitz laughed with her. It faded to silence after awhile.

"You're beautiful when you sleep." Fitz commented, as if he had scientifically observed her. Jemma was glad for the darkness that covered up her blush. "Or anytime, really."

"Stop it, Fitz. That's so cliché." Jemma replied with a smile.

"Not on Asgard." he replied. Jemma's smile grew. "So what are we going to do today?"

"I guess we'll have to supervise some of the building. But otherwise I think we should visit friends. Meet Thor and all that." Jemma replied as she made her way out of the bed. Neither one of them fixed the sheets, and they were left in a state of disarray. "But first I need to get a different outfit. Asgardian dresses are surprisingly uncomfortable."

So the two, still in their sleep clothes, made their way to the thrown room to request a change of outfit. Odin, smirking slightly at the duo, had more comfortable clothing ordered for them. They returned to their room quickly.

"He doesn't seem the same." Fitz mentioned casually to Jemma as they changed into 'Midguard' clothing Asgard had acquired from various visitors over the years. Jemma dressed in jeans and a smallish light blue dress shirt, and Fitz in jeans and a big olive sweater. They both pulled on their own converse, uncomfortable in anything Asgard could have offered them.

"Who? Odin?" she replied, pulling on an oversized dark jacket.

"Yeah. He seemed slightly less formal than I've seen him before. More mischievous or something. Like a different person."

"Yeah, I see it to. More..." Jemma hesitated. "Attractive. But in a bad boy type way, you know?"

"I can't say I do..." Fitz replied, laughing. Jemma's cheeks flushed red.

"It's something that happens with females sometimes." Jemma began to explain. They, now fully dressed, made their way out of the room and across the courtyard. "Like a guy is more attractive when he follows the rules less. It's stupid, really. A flaw in evolution."

Fitz pondered this. Then he ran up to a broken pillar and flung his arms forward, trying to tackle it. When that failed, he began kicking and then leaning all of his weight against the pillar.

Jemma stood halfway across the courtyard, laughing. Fitz soon realized the pillar wasn't going anywhere and attempted to cooly walk away from it and back to Jemma, who was now gasping for breath. Of course about five feet before he reached her he had to trip on a rock and fall to the floor without even trying to catch himself, spurring Jemma into another fit.

"You know, you have horrible reaction time, Fitz." Jemma, now silent but smiling widely, knelt down next to him. He was about to reply when an Asgardian woman they hadn't noticed started to speak.

"Is that Fitzsimmons over there?" she asked.

"Lady Sif!" Fitz sprung to his feet. Well, not exactly sprung; he was not flexible enough to 'spring', so instead he sat up and pushed himself to a standing position. Meanwhile Lady Sif's face turned to one of disapproval.

"Not to offend either of you, but could they perhaps send Agent May instead next time? I don't really prefer you two." she told them casually. Fitzsimmons smiled, used to rude-seeming Asgardian remarks by now.

"They needed S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists to rebuild." Jemma explained to the unamused Lady Sif. "Agent May doesn't have any sort of experience in rebuilding, only in destroying."

Sif sighed. "I guess you will do, then. I did prefer your way of speech more. Would you like to join me in the fighting hall today?"

Jemma, who didn't particularly feel like fighting violent expert Asgardians with only her small training of the use of icers, glanced over at Fitz, who was going white. "I think we'll pass." she said. "But we should stop by and watch sometime." Jemma added so as not to offend her. Fitz nodded. Sif strode away quickly. Silence followed.

"To the building site?" Fitz broke the silence.

"Indeed." Jemma replied. They linked arms and made their way out.

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After they had supervised the building process, they followed a big crowd of battle-armored men and women to the fighting hall. It was less of a hall and more of a wide dirt courtyard with a perimeter of stone pillars. In the middle were several boxes full of dangerous-looking weapons, and at the far end lay the stands. Fitzsimmons, having to dodge several out-of-control flying weapons, made their way to the stands unscarred, save for Fitz who got a bruise on his knee from running into a pillar.

They were the only ones on the bleachers as the whirl of recreational fighting overtook everyone. Fitzsimmons were unable to concentrate on a single fight, so they simply sat their and gazed upon the collage of colors before them.

"I could never see either of us fighting, just for fun." Fitz said. Both were receiving headaches from all the activity. "That's more of a May or Ward activity."

"Yeah. We're more of 'let's see who can create a new chemical compound first' people." Jemma replied with a sweet smile. Fitz let out a chuckle and scooted closer to her. She leaned up against him and closed her eyes to still everything. And when she did, it was just her and him.

Fitz brushed a few hairs behind Jemma's ear, then leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to the outer shell. "Beautiful." he whispered in her ear, unaware that she was awake.

"Cliché." Jemma whispered back softly, keeping her eyes closed but sensing his surprise. "But much appreciated." She couldn't resist it. She opened her eyes to see his expression. He was smiling, and the beauty of it was indescribable.

She reached up an extra inch and pressed her lips to his in a proper kiss. At first they didn't notice the halt in fighting around them. Then the Asgardians started clapping and cheering, and they were forced to break away, embarrassed yet laughing.

Then started the chanting. "Fitzsimmons! Fitzsimmons! Fitzsimmons!" It grew as more and more stopped fighting and joined, compressing around them. It changed from a chant to egging them on. Jemma struggled with the situation. Her and Fitz had not even labeled their relationship yet, much less told others about it.

Fitz, who had unknowingly grown more and more courageous since their time shared in the bottom of the ocean, was not bothered at all. He boldly reached over and turned Jemma's head into his smoothly. The crowd erupted, and even Sif, at the very edge was smiling at the boring agents.

Long story short: Jemma got over her discomfort.