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“Just as I assumed, Simmons. The Night Night Gun works. You and I saved a man’s life today.” Fitz’s expression was smug, but Jemma could tell he was inwardly shaking from recent events. He had to have been. She certainly was.
“Again, Fitz. ‘Night Night’, really? Might as well just bend over now to our opponents with that ridiculous, unthreatening –”
“Oh, but ‘[w]hat’s in a name’, Simmons? I mean -”
“Shakespeare, Fitz? How original. The Brit quotes -”
“- whatever he damn well pleases, and if anyone doesn’t like it, they’ll suffer the wrath of our working Night Night gun.”
“I get it. We’ll discuss the name later. But you were right about one thing. We did save a man’s life today.” Jemma’s eyes were soft with wonder, and she dared Fitz to ruin the moment with a (too easy) quip about always being the right one. Much to his credit, he got the hint.
“This is where we’re supposed to be, Fitz. I didn’t fully know until right now. If we can keep using the advancement of science to save lives and do good, we’re meant for this job.” Jemma’s voice lowered to a whisper. “I think we’re going to do incredible things here, Fitz.”
“What on earth are you whispering for, Simmons? There’s not a soul around -”
“Ugh. Leave it to you to ruin a perfectly nice -”
“Nice what? Nice round of you going ‘bout talking in a voice so low in volume I have to strain my perfectly functional ears to -”
“Forget it, Fitz.” Jemma threw her hands up in surrender. She stood up from the sofa, intending to retire to her bunk.
“Simmons.”
She turned around, eyebrow raised. Fitz grinned broadly. “We are going to do incredible things here. And we’re the perfect pair to do them.”
Jemma chuckled softly, sitting next to Fitz once more. “We’re the perfect team, really. Can’t forget the others. And I do hope that wasn’t the last we see of Skye. She’s quite something, isn’t she?”
Fitz’s voice strangely rose an octave. “I don’t - you know - I didn’t really notice. I mean, sure, she’s an attractive human being -”
“I was referring to her impressive hacking capabilities.”
“- with her big brown eyes and long, flowing hair and -”
“Fitz?”
“Yeah?”
“Please shut up.”
“Right.”