Pairing: Leo Fitz x Jemma Simmons

Prompt: (modified slightly) Person A arrives home after a long day at work, and much to their surprise (and horror), Person B is covered head to toe in a sleeping bag and is now scooting down the hallway towards them at an alarming rate. There is no escape.

Prompt Source: otpprompts

Snap.

Fitz froze, then looked down. "Oh, no..." Fumbling slightly, he scooted to the bottom of the sleeping bag, and tried to unzip it.

The goddamn zipper had broken off.

Why had he agreed to test the new thermal-energy conserving sleeping bag that the lab had made? Coulson wanted test results, and so being the gentleman that he was, Fitz had valiantly volunteered to try it out, rather than Simmons.

He regretted it now.

He tried to pry it open. It wouldn't budge. He tried to rip the fabric with the spare scalpel Simmons always made him carry around, "just in case."

Of course, they'd had the bright idea to engineer the bag to be bullet-proof, so a sharp scalpel did nothing.

Fitz crawled towards the small opening, and started to call for help.

"Simmons! Mack! Daisy! Anybody?" he shouted.

Silence.

Sweat started beading on Fitz's brow. He'd be cooked like a Christmas turkey if he didn't get out soon.

"Don't panic, Fitz," he told himself. "This is a good thing. It shows flaws in the design, which we can fix. I can get out of this."

So, being the optimistic little darling that he was, he did what anyone would do.

He started inching his way out of the lab, bit by bit.

To make contact with civilization.


Simmons wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings. She was focused on the tablet that was displaying the data for some of the new equipment she had Fitz had been working on.

"Jemma! Thank heavens, I'm saved!"

She looked up. Only to see a sleeping bag scooting towards her of its own accord.

She shrieked, and scrambled backwards.

"No, Jemma, wait! It's me! It's Fitz!"

Simmons stopped short. "Fitz? What the hell are you doing in a sleeping bag?!"

"I got stuck!" The front wiggled a little, and Fitz's face poked out.

"What- how?" she asked, perplexed.

"I was testing the new sleeping bag, and the zipper broke off!" he exclaimed. "I can't get out!"

"Oh my God, Fitz!" Simmons said exasperatedly.

"Get me out! I'm cooking in here!"

Simmons knelt down beside him. "It's only the inside zipper," she noted. "The outside one is completely intact." She started to unzip it, but noticed something.

"Why did you seal it up? You could've gotten out if-"

"Simmons, can we talk about this later?" Fitz pleaded. "I'm dying of heatstroke in here!"

"Right, sorry."

In no time, she'd released him from his furnace of a prison.

Fitz scrambled out, sighing in relief as the cool air of the compound greeted him.

Simmons had to laugh as she brushed away the sweaty curls plastered to his forehead.

"You're such a funny thing, Fitz."

"Water," he wheezed.

She smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Alright. Let's go get your water."

"You...test it...next time," he said breathlessly.

"Alright. Come on."


So yeah, this is just some stupid fluff because season three hurt me. In a lot of ways.

Review, please!