Equipped with determination, strategy, and a slight lack of professionalism, Sophia Marshall is by no means the exemplary S.H.I.E.L.D Agent. Whilst past experiences continue to threaten the Agent's job, her loyalty to Coulson's newfound specialised...
A/N: Idk if I should continue this story because the reads diminish so much each chapter but I really love writing this lmaooo, and I've already written the next chapter after this one & it's my favourite so far so honestly, I might just have to continue for the personal enjoyment factor 🤷🏽♀️ thank you to all you reading though, legit every single read means something to me, let alone votes etc- clearly just too thirsty for Leopold James Fitz.
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FITZ HELD HIS BREATH as Ward gripped a new weapon in his hands. Being so immensely proud of the design and finish meant that Fitz wouldn't be able to contain himself if the specialist Agent made the usual disappointing comment- there was always something "just off". Ward weighed it up in his hands, moving them smoothly over the gun's surface before snapping it into a shooting position. Sophia had to physically bite her tongue due to the ridiculous intensity upon Ward's face- he was so needlessly extravagant in his approach.
"Sorry Fitz," He sighed, "It's close, but it's just not right."
Agent Ward set the gun back down and Sophia wondered if Fitz was going to shoot Ward with it himself, right then and there.
"Really?" He questioned, the smile wiped completely off his face, "Because Agent Marshall had no problems, neither did Coulson."
Ward's eyes flickered over to Sophia as if she'd betrayed him yet she shrugged casually. "It's true. Absolutely fine for me, perhaps your perfectionist instincts need to be lowered?"
Ward stood and contemplated for a moment, nudging the gun ever so slightly.
"It's an ounce too heavy."
Skye, who had previously remained silent throughout the whole exchange, spun round in her chair.
"An ounce?!" She echoed in disbelief.
Sophia scoffed at Ward, moving from her own chair to peer over Fitz's shoulder at the weapon as he held it up. The scientist turned his head behind him for a second, widening his eyes at her to silently show his irritability with Agent Ward.
"Seriously?" Skye continued.
Ward sighed, as if he was the only one who knew anything at all, and began to explain how an ounce was ultimately the difference between life and death. Fitz still held the in weapon his hand, moving it up and down ever so slightly in an attempt to grasp Ward's logic. The two girls possessed completely blank expressions in response to the specialist agent's dramatics, whereas a deep-set frown settled onto Agent Fitz's face as he began to counter Ward's points. There was a brief period of silence as the older agent stared the scientist down, before he sternly re-emphasised his original point.
"Lose the ounce."
Fitz held his gaze but muttered a quiet agreement in response. Sophia wasn't sure whether she was proud of Fitz for beginning to take a stand, or surprised that he'd backed down like that. Usually Fitz was incredibly confident in his work, but it was fair to say that Ward had chosen to be more intimidating than normal.
