Jemma Anne Simmons was diligently washing the car in the driveway of their Perthshire cottage.
Fitz and Daisy — not so much.
It was Daisy's biweekly long weekend home with FitzSimmons and Alya. The two scientists were taking a decade or so sabbatical from field duty to raise their daughter, while Daisy remained in the field, coming home every other weekend to spend four days with her spouses and daughter.
And now the three of them were supposed to be washing their car together, while Alya played on the playground Fitz had built for her in the front yard. A playground that was close enough that they could easily keep an eye on her, though FitzSimmons had also reprogrammed Bashful, one of the dwarves, to keep an extra eye on her and alert them in case they missed anything. But at the moment she was contentedly playing away by herself, while the adults washed the car.
Or Simmons washed the car, and Fitz and Daisy ran around squirting each other with the water hoses, occasionally catching Simmons and the car in their crossfire.
"Can one of you two spray this soap off?" Simmons called out to her spouses, turning just in time to see Fitz catch Daisy straight in the stomach with a blast of water, and Daisy drop her water hose completely and rush across the lawn to tackle their husband to the grass.
Mildly surprised that Daisy hadn't started quaking the spray from Fitz's hose away from herself at some point during their water fight, Simmons walked over and picked up the hose Daisy had dropped, in order to spray the car off herself — someone had to be the adult around there, and it certainly wasn't going to be the two children she'd married.
By the time she had finished spraying off the last of the soap and was standing there admiring their shiny, clean car, Fitz and Daisy had finally stopped rolling around in the grass and walked over to her, one to each side, wrapping their arms around her shoulders.
"Did you need our help with something?" Daisy asked innocently, like she couldn't totally see that Simmons had already completely finished.
"I would have been over here earlier to help, if your wife hadn't pinned me to the ground," added Fitz superiorly.
"Hey! I only whooped your ass because you squirted me straight in the stomach!" exclaimed Daisy, turning on Fitz. "A few inches higher, and you could have knocked my bikini clean off!"
Knowing Fitz was about to retort something that would probably have Daisy tackling him into the grass again, Simmons reached up and clapped her hand over Fitz's mouth to make him shut up for the moment as she rolled her eyes at him fondly, and said, "Speaking of her bikini, Fitzy, she was noticeably your wife when you two were in the bedroom picking out which bikini she was going to wear to decidedly not help me wash the car." Turning to their wife, she went on, "And Daisy, while I'm pretty sure those water hoses don't have near enough pressure to actually knock your bikini off, or even anywhere near inappropriate, are you sure that wasn't Fitz's goal?" Then quickly hurrying on before either of them could run away with that accusation like she knew they both would given the chance, she continued, "But unless you two are planning on continuing spraying each other, you can still help by rolling the hoses up."
"I was thinking about sunbathing for a while," replied Daisy to Simmons, before adding to Fitz, "And thanks to Jemma here, I'm starting to get wise to your tricks, husband."
"There is literally no one near here, except our daughter in the front yard who isn't paying us any attention and is still too young to know, who could possibly see you if your bikini did slip — but no, I wasn't trying to do that," grumbled Fitz at Daisy, before replying to Simmons, "Yeah, I can go roll them up."
As he walked over to the wall of the house the hoses were connected to, Daisy shouted after him, "Make sure not to strain yourself too hard hitting the button to make the hoses roll themselves up!"
"I invent stuff, you know that!" shouted Fitz back, without even turning back towards her.
Of course he had rigged up a small electric motor to wind up the hoses, because that's just what he did. And now with extra time since they weren't currently in the field, even with all the time of being a father, he had taken to improving everything he could around their house and in their underground, secret Shield Lab he and Simmons still did their part in helping their Shield team (including Daisy) out in the field. And he knew that Daisy would be more than happy that he'd installed it if she was the one walking over to hit the button, instead of having to roll it up by hand.
By the time Fitz had finished and walked back over to where his wives had plopped themselves down in the grass facing the playground to sunbathe and watch Alya play, Simmons had pulled off her tank top and shorts she'd been wearing while washing the car, revealing her own bikini she was wearing underneath.
"Still not sure why you couldn't just wear your bikini while washing the car — it's a bathing suit, and you were messing around with water," said Fitz shaking his head slightly, as he sat down next to her.
"Because the water was cold, so an extra layer kept your two's spray from directly hitting my skin, and it feels weird to just wear bikini bottoms with a tank top on. Also, I didn't particularly want my pasty skin to burn even more than it's probably already going to now," answered Simmons. "And speaking of which, you're definitely going to be burnt spending all afternoon shirtless — you're as pasty as I am, and have always burnt really easily."
"Eh — totally worth it to get tackled by a bikinied Daisy," shrugged Fitz, smirking over at Daisy, where she proceeded to smirk back at him.
"Glad I could help fuel your fantasies for the upcoming ten day stretch I'm gone."