"Fitz?" Jemma Simmons gently tapped on her partner's door.
"Come in!" Fitz called opening his door. Simmons walked in with her head down wringing her hands. "Hey." Fitz said reaching out to his partner, "What's up?"
"Um," Jemma said, her voice slightly cracking, "I just wanted to thank you for finding the anti-serum. And, I . . ."
"Come here." Fitz said guiding Jemma to sit down next to him. He gently wrapped his arm around her. "Are you okay?"
Jemma opened her mouth to answer, but all she could do was cry. She buried her head in Fitz's shoulder and sobbed. Fitz's experience told him that was what she needed to do so he wisely said nothing, and just decided to wait until she wanted to talk.
Her sobs slowly quieted until they were just sniffles. "I'm sorry. You're going to need to change your shirt."
"It's okay, love." Fitz said looking down at the woman in his arms. "Do you want to talk?"
"I was so scared." Jemma said her usually quiet voice even quieter.
"When?" Fitz asked.
"Today. I thought I was going to leave you all alone." Jemma said sitting up. "But I was terrified that I was going to kill you. If I had only been more careful, no one would have been in danger." By the time she had croaked out the sentence she had started to cry again.
Rubbing her arm Fitz said "Sweetheart, it was not your fault. If it is anyone's fault it would be the fault of Loki or whatever ordered those Chitauri to attack in the first place. But it was not your fault."
"I was so scared that I was going to kill you." Simmons repeated.
"It was not your fault, okay. No one blames you. You know that I would do anything to help you, right?" Simmons nodded her head. Fitz continued, "I care about you. We all do."
Simmons nodded her head again. "Thank you, Fitz."
She got up to leave. She stopped as she felt Fitz's arm tighten around her. "Why don't you stay here tonight?"
When May went around the next morning to check on the team she found FitzSimmons cuddled together the next morning in an expression of love and security.