this was the drabble that inspired 'she fell beneath the wheels to help me up'
~the more you know~

"Hello. #7 skimmons, please? (Preferably, Skye saying it). You're awesome and I hope you have a great day."

disclaimed


the one where jemma gets injured


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The med pod bed is narrow, but you manage to squeeze in with Jemma, holding her hand and trying hard not to jostle her or the stitches that are currently holding her chest together, where the bullet ripped her apart.

You tuck your face into her shoulder, so grateful, and the words sort of tumble out before you can get a hold of them. "I almost lost you," you breathe. "I can't—." Your voice breaks. "I can't imagine—."

She shushes you gently, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. "Guess we're even now, yeah? You got shot, I got shot…"

"Maybe let's try not to get shot anymore."

"Yeah, I've heard it's not a great date idea."

You giggle into her shoulder, and the world seems good again.