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It was quite easy for Fitz and Simmons to look and act like a young married couple on the train, since they were already very much in love with one another. They already had an Italian woman compliment them on what a beautiful couple they were, and that they would in fact produce very beautiful babies. Upon that comment, Fitz turned such a delightful shade of red that Simmons thought it comparable to a tomato. She smiled inwardly. If someone had told her a year ago, or even three months ago, that she and Fitz would have beautiful babies, she would have laughed in their face, but she now found the idea more and more appealing. Jemma Simmons had never even considered having a baby—she was a scientist and had devoted her life to it since the age of 18, without thoughts of anything else to distract her, but now the idea of a baby didn't seem quite so ridiculous after all.
They were sitting in the restaurant section of the train, ordering their dinner, when Fitz reached over the table to hold her hand. Her heart jumped in her chest, and she thought she had momentarily blacked out. "For the cover," he whispered, she nodded. Frankly, she didn't care what it was for, having his fingers around hers was a glorious feeling that she could most definitely get used to.
They ate their dinner in peace, and for the first time since the underground bunker, they spoke like the old FitzSimmons back in the lab, about science, new discoveries, like they way they used to. They thoroughly enjoyed spending calm time with one another, where they could be themselves, and unwind for what felt like the first time in a long time.
Dinnertime came and went. They could have gone to bed, but there was a small dance floor with light music playing, and all they wanted to do was dance. Fitz and Simmons were wrapped up in each other's arms, holding each other tight, swaying gently to the music. Neither of them had said anything for the past 15 minutes—they were reflecting on the mess of a situation they had been thrown into, and how scared they had been for one another. Fitz made a pact with himself, that he would tell Simmons of his feelings, once all of this was over.
The music had stopped playing around midnight, but they kept dancing, neither of them wanting to let the other go. Eventually it was Simmons who spoke up.
"Leo, we should probably get to bed." He agreed, and she took his hand and led them back towards their room.
They got ready for bed, said a quiet goodnight, hugged, and tucked themselves in. Simmons hoped Fitz would come and sleep next to her, but he didn't. She fell asleep imagining the arms of the man across from her, holding her tight.
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Fitz couldn't sleep that night—not with Simmons sleeping across from him, looking like a goddess, and him unable to do anything about it, so he got up and paced around their cramped quarters.
This isn't helping, he thought. Maybe a short stroll will help me sleep.
He exited their compartment, locked the door to ensure Simmons was safe, and took a walk around the train. He stayed within their train car, as he didn't want to stray too far from her.
Fitz seemed to be the only person awake on the train, as the hallways were completely deserted. It is 4am afterall, he thought, his mind filled with thoughts of Simmons, and how he would eventually confess his pent up emotions for her.
But how? He thought. How do I tell her? I can't lose her. She's everything to me.
He was in deep thought, when he saw something out of the very corner of his eye, and he quickly turned, only to just be missed by a knife blade.
Now, standing in front of him was a menacing looking man, wielding a knife, and Fitz was unarmed and untrained.
"Who are you?" Fitz demanded, but the assailant didn't say anything. Didn't matter anyhow, Fitz already knew- it was one of Sharon's men.
The man swung again, but luckily, Fitz ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding a second blow.
The engineer's eyes darted around the hallway, looking for a plausible way to defend himself. His eyes zeroed in on a fire extinguisher a few feet from him.
Seems like a weapon of choice, he thought, remembering when Simmons hit him with one, before proceeding to jump out of the BUS. He shuddered at the memory.
He quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher to his right, and wielded it like a sword, not entirely sure what to do.
His assailant laughed at him. "Really boy, going to fight me with that?" he said, mockingly, as he swung again, more violently this time, as Fitz just barely moved out of the way in time.
The situation was not good. The man was clearly aiming to kill Fitz, and who knows what he would do to Simmons.
Jemma! He thought, frantically. I need to get to her and see if she's ok!
The man swung again, and Fitz was sure he could feel the air move past the front of his face, and he stumbled out of the way, using the fire extinguisher as defense. As the man was about to swing again, Fitz quickly pressed down on the nozzle of the extinguisher, and released a cloud of white, engulfing his assailant.
While the man was momentarily incapacitated, Fitz ran back to their room as fast as his legs could carry him. He shoved his key in the lock, swiftly shut the door behind himself, dead bolted it, and looked at the sleeping figure of Simmons.
She looks so peaceful, he thought, and there she lay, with her hair framing her face, and a loose strand that had escaped its captivity, dangling loosely in front of her. He wanted so badly to brush the strand away, and run his fingertips across her cheek, like the previous night. Fitz hoped with all his heart, that once he confessed his feelings, it wouldn't end their friendship, and maybe with a lot of luck, she would feel the same way.
He was broken out of his daydream when a scraping noise came from their cabin door, and he remembered why he ran there in the first place. He quickly tiptoed to Simmons, and rubbed her arm lightly.
"Jemma, Jemma," Fitz said quietly, with panic coursing through his veins.
Simmons stirred slightly, mumbled something incoherent, and said, "Leo," in a satisfied sigh as she rolled over, turning away from him.
Fitz froze. Did she just...say my name? He thought. Is she...dreaming about me?
He could have spent all night trying to decipher the meaning of Jemma's sleepy remark, if it weren't for the person on the other side of the door.
Fitz tried again. "Jemma, sweetheart, wake up", he said as he rubbed her arm a bit more firmly. He hadn't meant to say sweetheart out loud, but after accidently escaping him, he realized he liked the sound of it.
Simmons had been sleeping wonderfully, when all of a sudden, she was awake, confused, and disoriented.
"Leo?" Simmons asked, turning around to face him.
"Morning, er well early, early morning sleeping beauty," Fitz remarked playfully, his face turning a lovely shade of pink in the process.
"Leo...why did you wake me? At..." she turned towards the clock, "four in the morning?" she asked with a slight irritation in her voice. She had been having a delightful dream about the man in front of her—he had even called her sweetheart in it, until she was broken out of it by the real version.
"Oh right," Fitz said, who had momentarily forgotten about the intruder, because watching Simmons wake up and sigh his name in her sleep had proven to be a bit of a distraction. Not creepy at all Fitz, he thought, watching her while she sleeps. Not creepy at all.
"Someone is trying to break in," he said, and an alarmed look crossed Simmons face. "We need to move, right now," Fitz said in a rush, and pulled Simmons up. "I think it's one of Sharon's men. We need to go now."
"But where?" Simmons asked quickly as she rushed out of bed. "We have nowhere to go. The only way out it through the door- and we can't do that!"
"We could go out the window," Fitz suggested. Simmons first thought he was joking, but the smile faded from her face when she realized he was completely serious. He had that look on his face. That determined look that she knew so well.
"Leopold Fitz!" She scolded, his face cringing slightly upon hearing his full given name. "Are you insane? We will do no such thing! Climb out of a window on a moving train? Have you completely lost your mind?" she said completely exasperated.
"Who said the train has to be moving?" Fitz said with a grin.
"What do you—" she paused, when it dawned on her, "Oh the emergency stop! Leo Fitz, you are a genius!" she said, meaning every sentiment.
"Ok quickly, where is it?" he asked, as he looked around for a chain, or a button of some sort.
"Right here!" Simmons said as she pointed towards a bright red chain with a warning next to it. Something to the extent of, if there is not a valid reason for pulling the emergency stop, it would be a federal offense. She didn't care. Sharon's people wanted them, and there way no way she would let them have Fitz. She loved him too much to allow him to be taken again.
"No Roshambo for it?" Fitz quickly teased, "kidding, pull it Jemma, and get ready."
Jemma quickly pulled the chain, and the train instantly started screeching to an emergency halt.
They didn't have much time. An emergency stop was exactly what it sounded like...an emergency stop. When it was pulled, the train would stop as quickly as possible and deploy a medical and security team to the compartment that pulled.
Thankfully this would help them in two ways. 1) They could escape without doing on a moving train. 2) The security and medical team would most likely spook the guy on the outside of their door, hopefully allowing them a clean getaway.
Unfortunately it would work against them in another way. When the security team would arrive to their compartment, and they had escaped, they would most likely have the police after them. Oh well, better than dead.
Immediately after Simmons pulled the chain, Fitz took the fire extinguisher that he was still holding, and began hitting the window, trying to break the glass.
"Bloody safety glass," Fitz swore, as he gave all his strength to rid the window of glass, but it was creating quite a mess. Safety glass is comprised of several layers of material, intending to make it quite difficult to break—an important feature for a train moving at high speeds. Fitz broke what he could, and had to leave the rest to physics. There was still an impenetrable amount of glass left within the frame.
"Quick, Jemma, come here," Fitz motioned towards the door.
"What are you doing?" she asked, confused by his actions.
"I'm going to hope the pressure of the extinguisher breaks through the glass, because I can't do it."
Simmons thought it through for a moment and quickly jumped with understanding.
"Oh, firing the extinguisher through the window!" she said, nodding wildly, "Perfect!" she said, shaking her head at Fitz's brilliance. It always managed to amaze her.
Now they really didn't have much time. The train was slowing very quickly and would most likely be at a complete stop within one minute. Fitz had spent a fair amount of time hitting the glass, and now they hoped that science would prevail.
"Ready?" he said, looking towards her.
"Ready."
Fitz hit the nozzle of the fire extinguisher against the door handle with as much strength as he could muster, intending to break off the nozzle, with the bottom of the extinguisher facing the window.
It didn't work.
He hit it again. Harder.
This time it did.
With the nozzle broken off, the pressure of the fire extinguisher made it soar across their compartment and through the window with a loud crash, giving them an escape. Lucky for them it was a high pressure fire extinguisher, and had the strength to break through. They quickly high fived and made their way to the window. There were still some jagged edges, so Fitz carefully climbed up, offered his hand to Simmons, which she gladly took, and she climbed up next to him, proceeding carefully as to avoid injuring herself. The train had fully stopped now, and they could hear noise coming from outside their compartment door. It was most likely panic throughout the train, with everyone wondering why they had stopped. Hopefully the panic would slow down the security team from arriving at their compartment door, so they could escape without being followed. They both looked down towards the ground where they would end up. It was a fair bit of a jump.
"This is going to hurt," Simmons said, with a pained expression on her face, judging the distance.
"Good thing we have a doctor here," he said, squeezing her hand. "On three?"
"On three," she confirmed
"1...2...3," they said together.
And they jumped.
Two loud thumps were heard, then a crunch, and some loud cursing by a Scotsman.
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