Craving for good mood. Or food.

„Fitz, would you please stop making this narky face."

"I would if I could, but I can't so I shan't" he answered, his forehead covered in wrinkles.

"You're supposed to say only the first part, the second phrase should be answered by a second person" she pointed out to him while they were walking along the aisle to the cafeteria.

He clicked his tongue, something he tended to do whenever somebody was getting on his nerves. It wasn't anything he did on purpose, it just happened. It prevented him from saying what was really on his mind and right now, that were only impolite and sarcastic answers to her annoying comment.

But Jemma knew him better than anyone and could instantly tell his mood. She snorted and grabbed his arm pushing him against the wall so they were face to face. Just inches apart…While she was shouting at him, he was pressed against a picture on the wall.

The whole aisle was full of photographs of people who had once been on this station and he wished that it would have just been an empty, boring aisle instead. Jemma was strong whenever she was angry and had pushed him with force against one of the pictures so that he was sure he would wake up with a bruise the next day.

Great thing. As if the beds weren't uncomfortable enough, now I won't even be able to sleep on my back.

"I've been trying, really trying to indulge your every whim ever since we stepped on that plane. It's been two days and I swear I can't endure this any longer. Fly back home or find a way to act like a normal, mature person instead of behaving like a teenage girl on her period. Until then, I'm going to ignore you." She said and let go him, walking away.

"Well that's really mature of you, Simmons" he called after her and heard a loud scoff before she disappeared through the door of the cafeteria.

He sighed, sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor.

Unbelievable. He was only here because of her and all she could do was complain. Well, sorry if I annoyed you with my kindness. I was only trying to keep you save, he thought as he tapped his fingers on the ground impatiently. This place sucked and he didn't like it at all.

Yes, he had to admit that it was pretty well equipped, but that didn't really change his view. When he thought back to their first tour around the station, all he could remember was Simmons's overly excited face and her wide smile that seemed to grow wider after every room they had seen.

"Oh look Fitz, they have a sauna! A sauna, Fitz! Isn't that exciting?" – he had shrugged his shoulders, answering: "I really don't get why you are so excited about that. You were the one who had to tell me all about the bacteria housing there. Why would I want to go in there after your disgusting sauna speech?"

"Oh, what a wonderful view we have from our rooms. That's just great"
"It's only a window, Jemma. You know where we have that too? At home. In our apartment. Where we have our own bathroom and don't have to walk five minutes to get there."

"A reading room, what a wonderful idea!"
"Really what is the necessity of this? I don't need an extra room for reading; I can read anywhere I want to"

"Now that's just marvelous. A billiard table and a bar!" To this he didn't actually say anything; he had tried his best to hide his impressed face.

In the "movie room" she clearly seemed to have lost it and he thought that she might get a heart attack from all the enthusiasm and excitement. "Look at all these movies! I know where we'll spend the next few nights now. I have never seen so many DVD's at once. How many do you think are there? I guess about 200 or 250. "
"Don't know. Don't want to count them all…And it's not like we couldn't watch these online anyway…"

As he thought back, maybe he was kind of… narky. Okay, kind of was an understatement. He had been unbearable and the fact that Jemma had been able to endure him like that for two days was actually quite remarkable. She was way too nice.

He sighed again, getting up to follow her in the cafeteria. Can't wait for her "I knew you'd come around face" , he thought as he prepared an apology for her. And if she keeps up this excitement trip, I think I am going to be ill for a few days, 'till she comes down from this south pole drug she ingested.

When he found her in the galley, he sat himself in front of her, slumping into the chair. Jemma raised an eyebrow at him, preparing herself for a heated discussion as he murmured a quiet "Sorry."

He knew that this wasn't really a good apology, but it would have to do for now. He was hungry and not really in for conversation and the one he had thought of, wouldn't sound really convincing right now. He still felt like, what did she call it again?

Ah, right. Like a teenage girl on her period. If they really felt like that every month, than he was glad to be a guy. Not really a manly one, however, but as long he didn't have to endure this mood once a month, it didn't really bother him.

Like always, Jemma was able to read him like a book and pointed behind him to show him where to get his food. Despite his poor excuse, she seemed no longer mad, though she tried to keep her face stern.

"Take the chocolate pudding as dessert. I heard that it should lighten up your mood on bloody days" she said, trying her best to sound angry. She couldn't hide her smile though, Jemma had always been bad at pretending. He knew that she clearly wanted to stay mad at him, but failed because she had already forgiven him. She might not admit that, but she didn't have to. He could see right through her, just like she could read him like an open book.

So he shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to say something impolite to get on her nerves again and walked away to get something to eat.

He came back with a mountain full of food, including two big portions of pudding. He grinned at Jemma as she looked up at him confused, thinking that he wanted to eat all that alone. He was known to be able to consume quite a bit, but it seemed like that appeared to be a lot, even for him.

"Just thought that if you had to spend your time with a grumpy person, you'd need something to lighten up your mood too." He said and gave her a pudding.

This time, she didn't try to hide her smile.

Smooth. Seems like the bomb is defused entirely now, he thought as he grinned back at her and started eating.


Hope you enjoyed this chapter and grumpy Fitz. Poor Simmons! But then again, I wouldn't be able to stay mad at Fitz for too long either. Especially if he'd bring me pudding.

Anyways, the next chapter will be up in about three days, possibly earlier. I already have finished a part and now I am waiting for inspiration. Thanks for reading!

Oh and the mentioned rooms are for real. I watched a tour on youtube they all exist. They even have a gym with a big screen and a Fitness room xD And there actually are a lot of pictures on the wall too.