Picture Spam
When Fitz bought a digital camera for Grant and Skye as a wedding gift – so they could capture every significant moment –, then asked them to take some photos for him on their honeymoon (yeah, because they got a month off with Coulson's consent to gallivant around the world the way they fancied), he didn't exactly mean this.
Letting out a somewhat annoyed sigh and putting down the piece of very delicate machinery he was working on at the moment, he reached for his cell phone as it beeped for the third time that day, announcing the arrival of an e-mail. And, sure enough, just like the previous two and the four other the previous day, the message was from Ward – a practically empty e-mail (Fitz didn't count the smiling emoticon as actual text), with about half a dozen pictures attached. Opening them with a tiny smile on his face – as annoying they could be from time to time, he was happy for his friends' happiness –, he saw it was a serial shot: the first one had Skye with her back to the camera, standing by some kind of balustrade, looking out a body of water. On the second, she half-turned towards the photographer – Ward, without doubt –, lips parted, wisps of hair flying around her face, apparently not yet fully understanding that she is being photographed, but looking like a bloody supermodel. On the third she's come to the realization that candid pictures are being taken of her, and she is grinning wildly, her eyes twinkling. The fourth is very much like the third, only she has her tongue stuck out at Grant. On the fifth, she's in motion, lunging for Grant – either to grab the camera or to throw herself into his arms. The sixth is nothing more than misty, grey clouds and a lock or two of dark hair in the corner. The seventh and last one is a selfie, taken by Skye, judging from the angle, with both of them grinning like idiots.
Chuckling to himself and shaking his head – who would have thought that Grant Ward would turn out to be such an eager photographer? –, Fitz closed his e-mails and put down the phone.
"Oh, did you get some news on Skye and Ward?" asked Jemma, stepping into the lab with a tray of test tubes in her hands. "What did they say? How are they? Where are they now, anyway?"
"By some water," Fitz shrugged, "it wasn't clear from the pictures. But Ward is still all goggly-eyed over Skye, only now he is collecting evidence of it through taking photos, and they are still stupidly in love, doing lovey-dovey things that their past selves from a year or two ago would be embarrassed of," he explained, gesturing comically.
"So they are having a great time, and nothing has changed?" Jemma asked with a teasing little smile, turning away from her own workstation.
"Nothing at all," Fitz agreed, turning back to his work, but hoping his friends weren't having a too good time, because he wasn't sure how well Coulson would react if, upon returning from their honeymoon, Grant and Skye would tell him that he was going to be a grandpa.