Really short, sorry. Simmons' thoughts. Enjoy.
Fitzsimmons should have happened sooner. It didn't. If I owned marvel it would have, so clearly, I don't.
He Forgot
He forgot. I can't believe it. The moment I hear May, I blank out. I'm vaguely aware of Fitz saying something in the background, but I might as well be dreaming. He forgot. That thought keeps going round my head, deafening against the quiet hum of the others. He forgot. He forgot the team. Forgot the virus, forgot Ossetia, forgot Ward's betrayal. Forgot what he said in the crate under the ocean. He forgot. When he remembered me, when he said "the whole damn time" I was so sure he'd be okay. But he doesn't remember. He forgot telling me I was more.
I turn back to the room then, returning to reality as someone, Fitz, I think, yells my name gently taking my shoulders. I look at his face. His puzzled expression is so cute, his brows knitting together. I want to laugh, but all I can do is sob into his shoulder as he pulls me close. All I can think is how close I am to him, how I know he loves me, as I have always loved him. But he forgot.
