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"What are we eating tonight?" Fitz called to Simmons who was taking make-up off in the bathroom.

"I don't care, you choose," she called back. She scrubbed her face clean and quickly applied her moisturiser and continued to rub it in as she walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in one of the bath robes. Fitz was sitting cross-legged on his bed staring down at the menu. He had to admit that, even though he agreed with Simmons on the fact that this place did often feel like a prison, the food was pretty good. Simmons approached him and sat down beside him. "What's the most fattening thing we can get in this training prison? I need comfort food after that exam today," she laughed. Simmons had never found an exam as difficult as the one she had taken that day. In fact, until then, she had never really struggled in serious exams. She had always been a good scientist and her GCSE exams and A-levels were a breeze. Getting to be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent was much more difficult that she ever anticipated. It wasn't the science that she found hard, it was the field training. She had never been the most athletic person. She has never enjoyed being under pressure. She had never really enjoyed great amounts of excitement or danger or anything a bit different to normal. She wondered why she even wanted to be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent but she just did. She wanted to be something more than just a scientist. She didn't understand why she had to take those kind of exams considering she was only going to specialise in biochemistry. She didn't want to do orienteering around a deserted warehouse. She just wanted to be in the lab with Fitz. They were three weeks into the five week training course and it was already extremely physically testing for both of them.

"Erm... chinese?" Fitz suggested, raising his eyebrows.

"Ooh! Yes!" Simmons chimed, clapping her hands. She'd always adored Chinese food. Her brain flicked back to herself in university, going out alone and eating... alone. She soon realised that it was a rather sour memory and decided to forget about it. She looked over Fitz's shoulder and at the menu. She pondered for a second, looking over all of the dishes. "You choose for me. You know what I like," she said. Fitz nodded his head absentmindedly, clearly concentrating on the menu.

"Okay, I'll go and get some. Be right back," he said, leaping from the bed and heading towards the door, grabbing his keys on the way.

The door shut behind him leaving an empty, quiet shell of a room. It was lonely without his thick, Scottish accent. I sat there for a good few minutes in silence, watching various different inanimate and boring objects just because they were there. It was only when Fitz wasn't there when she realised how attached to him she had gotten. His quirks, his shy smile, his colourful shirts and his voice which enthralled and often confused her. She was becoming so very fond of him. She had never had a friend like him. He was funny, he listened and he just wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him.

She decided to start watching a DVD to take her mind off the silence. She walked over to one of her boxes and pulled out Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. She loved that film. It was the first Disney film she watched and her favourite by far. There was such an elegance to the animation which is so hard to come by nowadays. She popped the disc into the DVD player, lay back on her bed and began to watch.

It wasn't long before Fitz arrived back at their dorm, bearing sweet-smelling gifts of glorious food which made his mouth water. It was a struggle for him to not start eating it on the way back to the room. He walked in and heard the tiny, shrill voice of Snow White.

"Is this Snow White?" he asked, already knowing the answer to the question for this was his favourite Disney movie. Simmons, still lying on her bed with her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She looked over to Fitz,

"Yes, do you mind?" she asked, sitting up at the sight of food.

"No! No, not at all! God, I love this movie. This has always been my favourite Disney movie," he explained, passing her a box.

"Really? Mine too!" she smiled and recieved the box.

Fitz smiled back at her. He, too, was becoming very close to Simmons. She was unlike any person he had ever met. He wasn't exactly the perfect person, he knew that, he could be arrogant at times but Simmons didn't mind. Simmons made him feel like he finally belonged somewhere. She stopped him feeling like a nerdy outsider like he was all the way through school.

He peered over at his blueprints nervously. This is the perfect time to show her, he thought, she'll like them. He looked over to Simmons who was eating her noodles feverishly, watching the screen. He shook his head and began to eat his food. However, he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to show her the blueprints. They were only blueprints, she won't be that interested. However, she might like them. He sat there for a good few minutes, debating internally before he put down his box and walked over to his blueprints which were in his satchel.

He pulled them out,

"I wanted to show you these," he said, walking over to her. She turned to him, a quizzical expression on her face. He spread the blueprints out across the duvet in front of her. "I've had this idea for seven small droids, I suppose. They can be easily stored in a briefcase and they basically scan things. They can find out dates, materials and they could potentially create 3D computer graphics which can be transferred to the touchy, swipey air computer things," he mumbled, not knowing in the slightest what they were called, "I just thought of showing you because there are seven of them and I was just thinking of naming them after the dwarves. If that's not too cheesy or..."

"No, that's really cute," she interrupted, leafing through the blueprints. Fitz blushed slightly,

"I'm glad you think so," Fitz said, "I mean, I'll probably never get the chance to make them. If I do get enlisted in S.H.I.E.L.D I stand a greater chance but... they're a theoretical possibility, nothing more," he explained.

"And I am sure they'd be wonderful," Simmons laughed. Fitz turned and put the blueprints back into his satchel. He turned back to sit on the bed, however, this time he sat on the same bed as Simmons. Simmons wasn't phased by this at all. In the four weeks they had known each other, he was the best friend she had ever known and vice versa.

"Are you scared?" Fitz asked after a long silence. Simmons furrowed her brows confusedly. What could she possibly be scared about?

"What could I possibly be scared about?" she asked, giggling slightly.

"I mean, we have a week left now. What if one of us gets enlisted but the other doesn't. What do we do then?" he asked, sighing slightly. This thought scared him more than anything. He didn't want to say goodbye to her. He didn't want to turn back into the nerdy outsider again.

"We will stay in contact," she replied, trying to sound as chirpy as possible even though the thought of not seeing him again upset her greatly and sparked a fear inside her which she had not even thought about before then. She really wanted to be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent now.