Author's Note: I know that I should be working on Deserving, but this was too good of an idea to pass up. I do not own any Marvel characters. Also, try to spot the two MCU Easter Eggs.
Before leaving the Boiler Room to go back to the well-formed and symmetrical boy's dorm, the eighteen-year-old biochemist checked her phone. It continuously buzzed with text notifications from her lab partner. "Oh fiddlesticks!"
"What's wrong, Jenna?" the computer science major asked.
"One, my name is Jemma, not Jenna. Two, I was supposed to meet my lab partner two hours ago." She grabbed the backpack at her feet. "I need to leave."
"But we were-"
"Look, Tad. You seem like a nice guy. Have a good head on your shoulders, but I need to go. I made a promise, and I don't intend to break it." She quickly made her way out into the frigid November night air. As she sped through the campus, she wished she had remembered to grab a jacket. She picked up speed, trying to warm up and reach the dorm quicker.
Jemma forced the heavy doors open, bursting into Doobin Hall's front lobby. She quickly made her way up the stairs. Running until she reached room 213, she quickly adjusted her backpack and hair before reaching for the door handle. The young biochemist was surprised to find it locked. She knocked on the door. "Fitz, it's me, Simmons." The door opened slightly, chain lock still keeping her from entering. "Fitz, you need to unchain the lock."
The curly-haired engineer student peaked through from the other side. "No." He frowned while placing the palms of his hands on his back.
"I know I'm late, but don't you think this a little over the top?"
He quickly closed and reopened the door fully, letting her into the cramped dorm room. Jemma noticed he had actually cleaned up; no dirty laundry was in sight, and the bed was made. "A little late? It's been two hours, Simmons!"
She slowly pulled her backpack off her shoulders. "I know, and I'm so sorry, but I was in the Boiler Room-"
Fitz interjected with a frustrated groan while pulling at his disheveled curls. "So you just completely forgot? You know how seriously I take this!"
"Of course I know! It's all you've talked about for weeks. But don't you think you're overreacting a little?"
"I - I'm overreacting?!" He sat on his bed, held his face in his hands, and mumbled incoherently.
Jemma placed a hand on his shoulder, crouching to his eye level. "What was that, Fitz?"
When he looked back up into the deep brown eyes that made any boy's heart melt, she could see the obvious, red rims around his blue one. "I said that it's too late anyway. Might as well leave."
"Oh Fitz," she began. "It's not-"
"Leave, Jemma." After the first time he had ever used her first name, she knew he was serious. She removed her hand and stood. As she collected her bag off the floor, Jemma tried to avoid the eventual waterworks she knew were coming. While she faced the door before opening it, she rasped out one word.
"Sorry."
...
Twenty-seven minutes later, Jemma heard a soft knock at her door. She quickly wiped the tears left on her face before opening to find one Leopold Fitz holding a to-go tray with two cups from the local coffee shop, his backpack hanging from his shoulders.
He stared at his sneaker clad feet but looked back up so his crystal blue and her brown eyes met. "I'm sorry." The engineer shifted his weight nervously. "You were right. I overreacted."
She shook her head. "No, don't worry about-"
"No," he interrupted. "I should never have thrown a tantrum like that. You wouldn't have acted like that if the roles were reversed. I apologize."
She knew he was being sincere, saw it in his eyes. Jemma flashed her iconic broad smile. "It's okay, Fitz." She motioned towards the two cups. "What're those?"
"Oh," he began, as if forgetting he held them. "I got chamomile. My mum used to make it for me when I was upset, usually calmed me down. I figured you could use some." He glanced down and grinned. "Really, it's me who needs it."
Jemma smiled at his honesty and thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Fitz."
"It's not a big deal." He motioned to his bag. "I also brought some chips, pouch drinks, and the movies."
She sidesteps to let him into her small dorm. "Good, I know how much you wanted to marathon before Goblet of Fire."
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