Fitz put that lonely time while Simmons was on assignment with HYDRA to good use, building himself an escape portal and cleverly disguising it as an ancient Kree artefact. Now it seems Simmons is warming up to him at last, he throws caution to the wind and spirits her away only moments before he wanders casually back into the lab, triggers his intake mechanism once more and follows after her.
Asking her to dinner is the closest he's come to asking her permission. He's kind of hoping she'll forgive him.
This was prompted by an SDCC15 interview, when the M.A.O.S. team were discussing whether or not Fitz left the door open before Simmons was swallowed up. Jeph Loeb said "Maybe there's a reason why you did." Dwelling on that line prompted this ridiculous work-in-progress (audience participation invited!) in which Fitz is a mildly-evil-genius who is fed-up to the eye teeth with S.H.I.E.L.D. and its shenanigans and just wants to find a way out.
Fitz was getting so sick of the circus S.H.I.E.L.D. had become after Ward left him and Simmons at the bottom of the ocean that he thought he'd create himself a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency alternative. In his free-time while everyone was off busily ignoring him, he quietly engineered the Kree-esque monolith throwing in a clever design-element or two along the way – those Inhumans were so gullible.
What he hadn't anticipated, was that Simmons might maybe have started to feel something for him, and it seemed it was something along the lines he'd always hoped. Whatever it was, she'd wanted to tell him more about it and she looked all sort of pretty and misty-eyed when he initially brushed her off.
The neatly disguised escape pod had originally been for him alone but after that final test – the dinner ruse – he felt as confident as he possibly could that he was onto a winner. Clicking the latch open while making it look like an endearing stumble was meant to be the hardest part but the hardest part had been getting his breathing under control after Simmons looked up at him like that, such tentative hope in her eyes.
He had to stop himself from skipping out the door to the security monitors where he'd just caught sight of that pleased little smile. She looked like the cat who'd got the… how did that one go? The cream? The canary? The death by curiosity? Who even cared? That smile was for him!
He waited for her to step into the exact spot he needed her, took a deep breath and triggered the escape pod's intake mechanism.
Poor Simmons. It did look a bit awkward. She was probably a bit petrified. Perhaps he should have asked her first. Ah well, it wouldn't be long now before he'd be able to explain.
Fitz tapped a flurry of keys on the keyboard in front of him, wiping the incriminating footage from the system and setting it to start recording again in five minutes time. They'd have nothing but a seamless stream of empty lab to enjoy over their evening meal.
He checked out his reflection in the lab windows, fixing his hair, straightening the lapels of his cardigan. After ensuring that no one approached, he fired a quick wink and a couple of cheeky finger guns at himself in the glass before entering the lab, carefully locking the door behind him.
Fitz stood calmly in front of his escape portal, unable to stop himself stroking it admiringly. Good bit of work, that.
He flipped open the console that he'd neatly concealed near the base of the pod and slightly adjusted the target coordinates. That done, Fitz triggered the intake mechanism once more, crossing his fingers as the portal sloshed around his legs in the hope that Simmons would forgive him once she saw where he'd sent her.
In the moments of airless stasis that followed he remembered the time he'd attempted to prank her at the Academy by switching some of her pollen samples with jelly crystals. He winced at the memory. Simmons wasn't always all that quick to forgive…
If you want to participate, I need your ideas as to what comes next! Here's the first sentence and a half of the next chapter:
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Jemma had braced herself for the worst. That giant molten Kree rock had swallowed her, thankfully whole, but now what?
The airless black fog that had only moments ago enveloped her suddenly cleared. In the split second she'd had to think at all, she certainly had not thought to expect this...
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I'll write my favourite of your ideas! No promises though. If I come up with some other idea I love, I'm just gonna go with that. Jemma's loyalty may be to science, mine is just to cheering myself up after that space rock insanity...
*hunkers down and prepares for imminent humiliation of nobody even reading it let alone submitting ideas*