As promised, here is Chapter 2! This chapter is from Fitz's perspective.

Leopold was making his way to the other end of his college campus, phone in hand. He was one of the youngest students in his grade level, at the age of 21 with a Ph.D. in Electrical Engineering. His 3rd hour had just ended so he was making his way to the cafeteria to get a pastry or two. His stomach growled to Leopold's amusement. He adjusted the strap of his slipping bookbag.

"Hang on now, I've got to ask James where he is," he quietly scolded his angry stomach.

Leopold: Hey, James, meet you in the cafeteria in 3 minutes?

James: Can't today, bud. I have a date with Emily.

Leopold: No worries. See you next hour?

James: Definitely. Emily says hi.

Sighing, Leopold slipped his phone in his pocket. Stood up again. He felt his mood brighten when he finally reached the cafeteria, and surprisingly, it wasn't as crowded as it normally was. Licking his lips at the thought of biting into a blackberry crumble bar, he scurried inside and set his bag down at the nearest table.

The second the bag thumped onto the table, an elderly man slid into the chair opposite of Leopold. The man sat quietly looking up at the Scot's face, much to Leopold's confusion.

"I'm sorry, sir, were you sitting here? I can move," Leopold started before reaching for his bookbag. The man didn't look like any he'd seen before. From his 6 years at this school, he's never seen this man.

"Wait," the man stated, which prompted Leopold to set his bag down again. "Please, take a seat."

Not knowing what else to do, Leopold sat opposite of the strange man. "Do I know you?" he asked.

"Not yet, but you will," the man replied, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "My name is Franklin Hall, and I work with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, also known as S.H.I.E.L.D. in America" the man paused before continuing. "I trust you're familiar with this organization?"

Leopold thought for a moment. He was somewhat familiar with S.H.I.E.L.D. He didn't know the details, but he knew the organization was a counter-terrorism agency that operated on a national and global scale.

"I'm only somewhat familiar with S.H.I.E.L.D. sir," he responded honestly. "But why is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent speaking with someone like me?"

"Well, Leopold James Fitz, we have been watching you," this statement took Leopold aback. "We are very impressed with your achievements from the past few years. From what I've been told, you graduated from the Edinburgh Private Institution for Boys at the age of 15 and are currently the holder of a Ph.D. in Electrical Engineering. We are very impressed, to say the least. I'm here today to cordially invite you to attend S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Academy of Science and Technology next semester. We think you would make a great addition to the Academy with your bright ideas."

Leopold needed a moment to process all this. Him, working with S.H.I.E.L.D.? A world-famous organization interested in him? One that will allow him to help change the world? He raised his head confidently, a huge smile on his face.

"I accept your invitation, sir."

Leopold smiled fondly as he went over that memory. The few months after that exchange with Dr. Hall brightened his spirits. Although he had to say goodbye to James, Emma, and most importantly his mother, he believed being invited to S.H.I.E.L.D. was fate. Now, he was making his way to the library of the Academy, where he would be meeting Jemma Simmons, a woman his age who was also invited for the semester.

"Oh, and Mr. Fitz, before I forget," Hall continued. Fitz was still smiling. "There will be one other woman your age joining the Academy this year. Her name is Jemma Simmons. I want you to find her when you move, get friendly with her."

"Of course, Dr. Hall, but how will I know what she looks like?" Fitz asked.

"The Director of the Academy, Anne Weaver, spoke with her a few days ago. She said that Miss Simmons frequently wears ponytails and speaks with a British accent. From what I can predict from the little information she gave me, I believe she should have pale skin and brown hair."

Leopold nodded at this information, storing it in his brain for later. "Of course. Thank you again, Dr. Hall."

Leopold had been walking through the vast library for about 5 minutes at this point. He kept repeating the information Dr. Hall gave him in his head. Pale skin. Brown hair. British accent. Ponytail. Pale skin. Brown hair. British accent. Ponytail. There. That must be her.

Behind one of the many bookshelves, a young woman sat alone at a table, muttering to herself. She had a British accent, all right. She was flipping through the pages of a textbook: one of the textbooks Dr. Hall had given him yesterday. Absentmindedly, he could tell.

He quietly cleared his throat to avoid startling the woman. "Uh- excuse me?" The woman's back straightened before whipping her head around to face him. Oh. She was very beautiful.

"Are you-?" she started before Leopold interrupted. Too many thoughts were rushing in his head at once.

"Leopold James Fitz at your service ma'am. You can call me Fitz." he quickly got out, before realizing Miss Simmons hadn't even finished speaking yet. He felt his cheeks grow hot. "I'm so sorry, where are my manners?" he held his hand out, feeling his palms sweat. Jemma took his hand in her own, a big smile on her face.

"Quite alright, Fitz. Since I get to call you by your last name, it's only fair you call me by mine. I'm Simmons, Jemma Simmons," her smile brightened and Fitz felt himself grow warmer inside. He straightened his back.

"You're very beautiful, Miss Simmons," Fitz said without thinking before clamping his mouth shut. He watched as Simmons' cheeks grew tinted with pink as she chuckled. Her laugh was adorable.

"Why, thank you. What a gentleman you are," Simmons replied. "What are you here for, Fitz?"

"Electrical engineering. I've been passionate about it since I was a lad," he answered, resting his hands behind his back, feeling the current placement of his arms was awkward. Simmons was certainly a breath of fresh air. "What about you?"

"Medical-based Biotech," she replied. She reached over and shut her textbooks and swiftly slung her backpack over her shoulder. "Do you want to grab some Starbucks with me?" she asked, the offer surprising Fitz. "It's about a five-minute walk from here. We can talk there!"

Fitz nodded eagerly, grateful for the offer. Maybe moving to the States wouldn't be as bad as he thought. "I'd love that."

Jemma held her hand out to him, which he shook once more. "Well Fitz, looks like this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

Fitz nodded again, taking her hand in his. That funny feeling of warmth settled in his chest again. "I wholeheartedly agree."

And that's the end of this story. If you ask me, I'd really like this to be canon, and I wish we got a flashback as to how Fitz and Simmons met for the first time.

As always, constructive criticism and reviews are always appreciated!