This might have been one of the hardest ones to fit. I did my best with it, but it was a struggle. I hope you all like the end result! It's sort of post 1x10, like minutes after.
Some Biospecialist mentions, and also a little Philinda if you squint really hard.
Haze
Skye still couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe this had happened, although the flames of the wreckage on the bridge provided enough evidence. The things that had just happened-they didn't feel real yet. It's like she'd seen them through a cloud of smoke, a hazy fog. Her brain felt so muddled and she didn't know how to process it.
The truth was there though. AC was gone, and Mike was dead. She'd heard Ward call in that he had been shot. Simmons currently was panicking about that, the explosion, and everything else. Ace stood beside her, looking shattered. May stared at the sky with a face that promised destruction to the people who had taken their leader. And Fitz…
A solid, comforting arm curled around her shoulder. Skye turned toward him and buried her head against his jacket. She couldn't stop the tears coming as she thought about how she'd just lost the man who was more of a father figure to her than she thought. Fitz just held her gently but firmly, and it made her feel safe. The jacket smelled like him, of metal and the lab and some really good smelling soap. She didn't want to break away from him to face reality. She wanted that hazy fog that's blocking it to stay where it was, because the moment it dispersed, it wouldn't be coming back.
"It doesn't feel real," she cried, her voice slightly muffled by his jacket.
"Like you're dreaming and you just want to wake up and have things be okay again?"
She nodded vigorously against him. What he said described exactly what she was experiencing right now.
"Yeah, me too," he confessed, rubbing her back.
Sucking in a deep breath of air, Skye looked up at him, up at the face that she trusted to the ends of the earth and beyond. The flames made his face appear to be reddish-orange, and his curls looked to have a more brassy color to them. They were standing together on a burning bridge, their boss was missing, a friend was dead, and Skye sort of wanted to kiss him.
But she didn't. It was a wildly inappropriate time in an equally inappropriate setting. May would probably kill her if she even tried. Plus, she had doubts that Fitz saw her in the same way she saw him.
"Do you think he's okay?" asked Skye, wiping her eyes. "He's got to be, right? He's AC, he has to be."
Fitz gave a brief nod. "He came back from the dead, and he can come back from this too," he said as he led her away from the wreckage. "And we will find him."
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