In Which I Attempt to Write Fluff to Lift your Spirits

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Quick Note: If you're ever sad, imagine meeting Iain De Caestecker and Elizabeth Henstridge. You'll feel better.

And you better remember that, because- brave yourselves- THE NEXT EPISODE IS TOMORROW!

MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR.

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"Shut it with the monkey talk, Fitz! Coulson's rejected that idea thirty times already!" Jemma complained, adjusting a knob on her microscope.

"Hey, he gave into the fish tank!" Fitz extravagantly gestured to the huge tank set in the lab wall. Jemma sighed loudly.

"And where are the fish?" she responded, never really taking her eye away from the microscope.

"I need to get new ones. They keep dying on me," he grunted sheepishly.

"Might have to do with the fact you never fed them," Simmons muttered.

"Hey!" the engineer objected, but he soon realized she was right. "Okay, so I'm not good at living stuff, but I'm best at machines."

Simmons huffed in contrast. Fitz placed his hands on his hips, giving her that classic 'I'm gonna prove you wrong' Fitz look.

"Is that supposed to imply something?" he snarked.

"I'm just saying, I'm the one that designed most of the lab equipment," Simmons gave up on continuing her analysis of the GH-325, instead choosing to stand back and give Fitz a smug smile.

"Okay, that doesn't prove anything," Fitz replied weakly. "You're more experienced in the field of science. You know what you need more than I do. And another thing. I designed the rest of the bloody plane."

"Guess who designed the place where you work, though?" Jemma argued.

"You-!" Fitz couldn't think of a good comeback. "You've got a good point!" He had started it angrily, but lost confidence towards the end, his voice rising. Simmons laughed.

"It's a nice lab, Jemma," Fitz said casually after the moment had passed.

Jemma, who had gone back to her work, replied, "Could use some fish, though."

"On it," Fitz agreed, taking a smidgen longer than he intended to stay and watch her.

"Fish, Fitz," Jemma repeated, feeling his gaze on her face. Fitz, not hiding his embarrassment, tripped out of the lab.

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