Fitz yawned and stretched as he walked to the kitchen. Simmons had made him a midnight snack that he was just waiting to get to. A light distracted him, though. The kitchen was lit up. Curious, he stepped forward, checking the clock to confirm it was indeed the middle of the night. He heard a rustling of some sort of paper and rounded the corner. "NO!" he shouted in shock.
Ward stopped with the sandwich halfway to his open mouth. "Uh… hey, Fitz." He tried to give a friendly smile, but being caught in the act, he only looked awkward.
Fitz stormed forward, snatching the sandwich from his hands. "You were going to eat my sandwich!"
"You were going to give me half of one on our mission," Ward countered.
"Was until you defiled it by tossin' it like rubbish!" Fitz sat across from the agent. "This is a treasure, not to be taken for granted."
"I was just going to eat half…"
"It had my name on it!" Fitz pointed to the thick black letters.
Ward sighed. "C'mon, Fitz. Half?"
Fitz looked from the sandwich to Ward, then back again. The bread was perfectly toasted, spread with just that hint of pesto aioli and the prosciutto peaked out at him. "Only if you tell Jemma what you did to the last one."
Ward paled. "Tell her? Oh, no. I can't do that." He paused. "Hey, you told her you ate it. So if I tell her I tossed it, then you get caught in a lie." He leaned back and crossed his arms, smiling in triumph. "I say you give me half or I tell her you lied."
Fitz scowled. "You wouldn't dare."
Ward's poker face slipped into place. "Try me."
Fitz looked down at his sandwich, swallowing back the fear of Jemma finding out he had lied. "Fine. Half of a half," he countered.
Ward shook his head. "Half."
Grumbling, Fitz relented and handed over half. "Just better appreciate it more than you appreciate me."
Ward nodded. "Easy enough." He bit in, his eyes closing. "Oh, yeah…"
Fitz mocked: "Easy enough." But his foul mood turned as soon as he bit into the heaven that was a Simmons' Sub.