X marks the spot

Love in the time of HYDRA

"I mean, it's kind of small, but it works. Don't you think?" Rebecca asked as she laid the opposite way to how Aaron was laid on his bed; he laid with his head on the bottom of the bed, with his feet on the pillow, while Rebecca laid in the normal fashion.

"True. It's more private; granted, so was my cell, but that was empty. This has a bit more of a personality to it." Aaron answered as he took a hit from his cigarette.

"Do what you want with it, it's your space, after all." She offered. Although, the hypocrisy wasn't lost on her at the fact that she too didn't have much but the general necessities in her own room.

Still, the point stood.

"How are you doing, by the way?" She asked, sitting up slightly to actually looked at his face; even if he stayed with his eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Better....I think. I mean, I still feel it; it still wants out. But, I have it under control." He answered, a bit unsure, sure, but it was honest.

The plane then shook a little. But, the two weren't too worried. Well, Aaron wasn't.

"She, however," He pointed with his hand that held the cigarette to the doorway, "Think she'll need a helping hand." He wasn't saying it in a mean way, just an observation.

"Andrew could come back and continue, you know? Dealing with your things isn't a one and done thing." Rebecca reminded him.

He took a hit before he answered, "Maybe," He exhaled, the smoke leaving him as he did so, "But, I don't need it. I have it under control." He told her in a voice that told her to drop it.

She respected his wishes.

A knock at the door grabbed their attentions, Rebecca called out for whoever it was to enter.

The door opened, showing Fitzsimmons on the other side. The two gave their friends smiles, even if small ones. The partner's mirrored them.

"Skye's gone back to the cage, and Coulson would like your advice on something, Rebecca." Jemma told the two, she looked between the two multiple times as she spoke.

Aaron and Jemma were still on un-even grounds with one another; they hadn't really spoken yet.

Still, the two on the bed sat up, stretching as they did so. They then shared one last look, before Rebecca was the first to go.

The two scientists moved a bit to let their friend through. When they looked back, they saw Aaron throw back what remained in his glass of whiskey that he hadn't finished last night.

"Jemma," The woman looked at her younger friend, who had yet to meet her eyes for more then two seconds, "When I said I'd get a handle on this, I meant it." He promised her.

"I know you did, Aaron. I was just scared and hurt was all." She assured him in a soft tone.

He finally met her gaze, and his was pain filled, fear was also a prevalent one in there as well. He stood up, approaching the two, but this time in a more down and cautious manner. This time, Jemma didn't back up, but instead put a hand on his arm gently.

"I – I just...." He drifted off, unsure of how to phrase it. Jemma ran her thumb on his arm a bit as encouragement, but also to tell him that she'd wait as long as he needed her too, "I just got you guys in my life. And, you've seen me do some shit. And, I'm sure that Andy didn't have the most glowing notes. But.....I don't want to scare you, Jemma. I don't want to scare, or worry any of you.

And, I know I'm new to all this stuff, so I'm sorry that I'm fucking it up –"

"You aren't, Aaron. You aren't at all."