Back to Normal

A/N apparently I'm obsessed with Jemma's head, this seems to be turning into a series of fanfics about what Jemma's thinking at various times, we'll see.

"Don't do anything rash while I'm gone, like jump out of an airplane."

Jemma had to stop herself from flinching at the words. Why would he say that? Why would he bring that up now, yes she'd admit she'd been a bit rash, jumping out of the airplane like she had, but it had been to protect him. To protect the team. He couldn't possibly be mad at her about that? Could he?

"Well, you'll be careful?" She reached for his hand. It wasn't the first time their hand's had touched, but this time it felt different. As if her worries and fears for Fitz had somehow affected the way their skin interacted. Fitz moved his hand away.

"Yeah, I've handled worse."

Worse? If he meant more complicated devices, obviously, but she couldn't imagine him doing anything worse than a secret mission that required a two man team, where she wasn't a part of the team. Or maybe he was talking about when she…

"Oh, I almost forgot, I made you this, your favorite sandwich. Prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella." She pulled out the sandwich and offered it to him. In her mind it was half peace offering, half attempt at returning to normal. She'd surprised him with this sandwich on many occasions, and maybe it would remind him of her when he was out there. Like she could still take care of him, even if she couldn't physically be with him.

"With your home made pesto aioli?" The earnestness in his voice reminded her of how they used to be, the old Fitz… with the old Simmons.

"Just a hint" She let out a soft chuckle. They could do it, she was sure, they could move past this and go back to normal. As soon as he got back from this mission… if he got back…