It's All for Show, Right?
“Ok, so you guys will be going in dark with no coms because Cybertech scans for them” Coulson began, glancing between the two science nerds. Picking a cell phone from his pocket he began to speak again,
“Skye has rigged this phone through an encrypted backchannel allowing one call before the signal is discovered.” Handing it to Fitz, Simmons began to protest,
“Are you sure we have to go in, aren't there other agents you could send. Perhaps Skye and Ward.”
“You know Skye can’t go on a mission right now, the bracelet she is tracking her and if Shield sees her anywhere but here they will hunt her down, ruining the mission.” After examining the phone Fitz shoved it in his pocket, stealing a glance from Simmons.
“But Sir,” Fitz began
“No, none of that” he scolded, “This is an order and you will follow through with it until the job is complete.”
Walking over to the suitcases Fitz and Simmons had packed he picked them up and handed them to May as she began walking down to the cargo hold.
“Now remember, you two are supposed to be a super smart science couple that works for an anonymous buyer with deep pockets, your goal is to gather as much info as you can and possibly gather samples of the Centipede serum.”
Simmons was nodding along to every word Coulson said and began to worry that maybe this mission wasn’t going to go right and one of them could end up dead.
“Hey! Are you listening?” Coulson was dangling Lola’s keys in front of Fitz’s face waiting for him to snatch them up.
Fitz snapped out of his daydream about Simmons wearing that cute red sweater she had picked, grabbing the keys from Coulson’s grasp.
“I'll be very careful sir,” Fitz insured
“You better be, if Lola’s missing even just a scratch of paint when you come back, both of you will be neck deep in punishments.” The intense stare that Simmons was giving Fitz was not helping him cope with the stress.
Coulson looked down at his antique watch,
“Ok it’s 11:55, you know what that means,”
“We leave in 5” Fitz quickly responded Simmons eyes wandered to the black suit Fitz was wearing, maybe he was listening after all.
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“I'm going to miss you, be careful, ok, come back in one piece.” Skye pulled Simmons into one last hug before pulling away and going over to say goodbye to Fitz,
“Remember what we talked about? You have to do it, now's your last chance before things get weird.” Fitz’ heart skipped a beat as she mentioned the secret plan that they had come up with,
“Yeah, ok I’ll try my best” Fitz moved in for a hug before noticing that her eyes had drifted to her S.O
“Uh Skye,” Fitz looked nervously at her, he wasn’t gonna wait all day.
“Oh right sorry” Fitz backed away from Skye from her spot in the lab,
“See you,” “Yea good luck!” Closing the door behind Simmons he walked over to his side and got in the car and started up the engine.
“Be careful with her!” Coulson shouted from the balcony,
“We will sir!” Simmons responded before being cut off by the roaring screech of the tires.
“Fitz! Be careful, Coulson just said-”
“Ya I know what Coulson said but this is our mission, meaning we are in charge.”
“Well technically we aren't in charge.”
“Oh c’mon Jemma! Live a little!
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A long two hours and a bunch if stupid love songs later they finally arrived at the hotel just after 2 pm. Fitz pulled into a parking spot far away from any cars still taking the warning Coulson gave him into consideration.
“Hey, Jemma, Jemma, wake up, we’re here,” Fitz nudged her back to consciousness as she slowly stirred awake.
“You look very peaceful sleeping,”
“Thanks. I think.”Fitz stared into her dark brown eyes before realizing he should open the door for her.
“Oh Fitz, you really don’t hav-”
“Simmons, we are undercover as a couple, don’t worry, It’s all for show.” The pain of the last words felt as if she had been punched in the gut.
“Right, for show.” Stepping out of the car Fitz offered her his hand before running to get the luggage from the very compact trunk. Simmons watched as he carefully grabbed the suitcases, his muscles twitching when picking hers up.
“Simmons, what did you put in your suitcase? Simmons, hey, Jemma!” Fitz walked over to her waving a hand in her face until she snapped out of whatever alternate reality her brain had traveled too.
“Sorry, I guess I just got lost in my thoughts.” She looked down to where Fitz was holding both the suitcases, one in each hand,
“Here, let me take mine off your hands.” Fitz flinched when she reached for it,
“Jemma, let me, honestly I can handle it.” Simmons could tell that he was struggling with the extra weight from her suitcase, she should not have packed all that tea and the electric tea kettle wasn’t making it any easier for him.
“So, what did you put in it?” Fitz asked, nodding his head towards Simmons’ suitcase as they began to walk towards the hotel lobby.
“Well, I packed my pajamas, shoes, a lab coat, other small lab supplies, some tea, and an electric kettle.” Fitz stopped mid-step,
“Why in the hell would you pack an electric kettle! They probably have one here!”
“Well yes, I know that, but I figured that using my own would be better because I am more accustomed to it than to some random one.” Fitz blankly stared at her, processing the words in his head,
“But it’s a ket-”
“Mr. and Mrs. Fitz-Simmons I presume” Jemma’s heart skipped a beat as she was introduced with Fitz’ last name,
“Yes that’s us” Fitz answered, giving a warm-hearted smile towards the man.
“Wonderful! If you’ll follow me I can show you to your room and then I'll let you be so you can tour the hotel before the meet-up begins”