1964-02-25 - Let Simmons Hit You
Summary: Teddy and Fitz catch up.
Related: NA
Theme Song: None
teddy fitz 


It's been weeks, but Fitz and Simmons have maintained an incredibly strained existence since their last blow up. Leo is busy working at a bench on a device, and Simmons is nowhere to be seen. The lab schedule has him on this side of the lab today. Shame. He mumbles to himself and tries to puzzle through a piece of engineering on his latest gizmo, "But… if the drive shaft doesn't quite fit… then I have to bolster the power through another source." He rubs his chin. Perplexed.

If only he had Jemma to bounce ideas off of.

*

It's been weeks and Teddy hasn't been around SHIELD much. He agreed to be a 'consultant' and not an actual agent but he's still refused to give his last name and the inability to do a full check on him has not made the Director happy. She's not used to being told no to her face. So he just regularly checks in, mostly by phone and usually via Fitz but not always. This time, they must have wanted to brief the 'consultant' on the Leader since they encountered each other once before. "Hey Fitz." he says, walking into the lab. Wearing a SHIELD uniform, his nametag says 'Hulkling' to identify him. That and being green, just so they know who he is.

*

"Hey," Leo looks up from his work distractedly only to get zapped by his work the moment he looks away. "Ow!" he pulls his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on the edge. "Geez—stop the fine work before looking away," he murmurs to himself. In many respects he's better with the equipment than the people lately. He manages a tight smile, "Welcome. All well and good, yeah?" he lifts the googles that had been firmly secured to his eyes onto his forehead. A deep line has been imprinted on his face. He scratches his cheek as he backs up from th bench.

*

"Yeah, fine." Teddy agrees, walking over to peer at whatever it is that Fitz is working on. "Making another drone thing? What are you going to name this one? Cause there were only seven dwarves." He thinks a moment then says "Reindeer. There's nine of those including Rudolph."

*

A chuckle follows the question, "No," Fitz shakes his head, "not a drone. This one is a gun." He actually smirks at that. "But not… anyone can use bullets and gunpowder. I'm making something I'd like to call the Night-Night Gun." He actually grins following the name, totally expecting Teddy to be impressed by the name. "I named it myself."

*

"Night night?" Teddy repeats, sounding dubious. "Better than Rudolph I guess. What's it do, put you to sleep? You should call it Mr. Sandman. It's a good song and would sound cool in secret agent speak. 'Negative, Agent Simmons. Agent Fitz, bring out Mr. Sandman."

*

Fitz wrinkles his nose at the notion of the different name. "I… " Humph. He looks back at his work. "The goal is to put people to sleep, yeah? Then we can avoid actually shooting them." His lips twist to the side thoughtfully. "Things to think on, I guess." He turns towards Teddy, "So. The Sterns case, yeah?" He shrugs dubiously. "We know so little."

*

"Sterns? Oh, right. Captain Forehead." It's how Teddy's been thinking of him. "Yeah, seems that way. I only saw him that time he escaped and had that lady as a hostage. Did you ever figure out how he used that purple crystal thing?"

*

"He rewired his section of the prison," Fitz answers. "People saw him do it on camera and didn't respond," there's a flatness to Leo's tone. "Seems he can do some crazy mind control and had been controlling Doctor Ross for weeks." He frowns at that. "Where he is?" He frowns. "Well, there's a giant green dome around the Museum of Natural History. SO. Best bet is in there. Maybe." He shrugs.

*

Teddy nods. "I thought so when I heard of it. The green kind of gives it away." So says the green guy. "So I was wondering, have you learned anything else about the aliens? And about their blood? Cause I'm pretty curious about them for obvious reasons. If one did seduce my mom and… you know." Because mothers having sex is not something he wants to think about.

*

"Yeaaaaah… to my knowledge we know nothing else about the aliens. You'd have to ask Simmons about that." There's a pause and Fitz shakes his head. "She's not speaking to me. So it's possible she's made some progress, but just isn't wanting to share."

*

Teddy looks around to see if Simmons is hiding somewhere and he just missed seeing her before he eyes Fitz. "What did you do? Use one of her instruments without asking her first? Forget her birthday? Kiss her without warning?"

*

"What?" Fitz squints at Teddy. "None of that. No. I lied to her." He swallows hard. "About your entire operation, yeah? I know Jemma. She's an important asset but she also wouldn't just let us cut her out. That said, if the Skrulls got her?" He frowns. "She hasn't forgiven me yet." Or maybe ever.

*

Teddy reaches up to scratch a cheek. "You mean you didn't tell her that I was going to be replacing her and letting myself get kidnapped? Oh, yeah. You're in deep trouble. I don't think even flowers will work. Maybe flowers and chocolate. I hear girls like that."

*

"We're not… we're just… we're like friends, you know? Flowers and chocolate and she'll get the wrong idea, yeah?" Fitz turns back to his engineering. Machines are so much easier than people. "Girls make no sense. It's downright ludicrous if you ask me. I did what I had to do. For the good of SHIELD. She got pinched we'd be in hot water, yeah?"

*

"Yeah." Teddy agrees. "And we'd have lost a good way to find your Director. Course, you could have told her that and if she's as smart as you say, she'd have seen it too. But you didn't so you just said you didn't trust her to be smart enough. I'd be pissed off at you too."

*

"Exactly. But I know her well enough that she wouldn't — " Fitz rubs his chin and shakes his head. "She wouldn't have agreed. We're talking about a woman I know better than I know myself. Jemma Simmons is…" he shakes his head "…stubborn to a fault. She wouldn't let someone else risk themselves. No matter the risk to her. That's who she is."

*

"So she's more stubborn than she is smart." Teddy pats Fitz on the shoulder. "You're is such deep trouble, man. You should just tell her to hit you and get it over with. After she's done that a few times, maybe she'll forgive you."

*

Fitz rubs his temples. "So it would've been better to tell her and stuff her in a closet then?" His eyebrows knit together. "I don't understand women! I don't understand them at all." The declaration is given to the ceiling.

*

Teddy thinks about that a minute then nods. "Oh yeah. Definitely. Better yet, had someone else stuff her in a closet. Flowers and chocolates and let her hit you." Cause he's heard Fitz talk about Simmons and he's just not buying it.

*

"What," Fitz repeats, still not understanding. "She's my friend. We're not — it's not like that." His eyebrows knit together tightly. "It's purely platonic. Truly. I was categorized as friend a long time ago. Believe me."

*

Ahha, so he has thought about it. Teddy nods knowingly. "Well, you're probably right. And it's not like people would approve anyway. You'd get all these looks and some guys might try to start a fight with you and you're not really the fighting type."

*

"Yeah, there is that," Fitz offers in reply as he turns back towards his work. "I know where things are at with Simmons. She's… we're.. friends. Long-term friends. But just that." He manages a stiff smile and a bow of his head. "But as far as not being the fighting type, the Night-Night gun should resolve that." He taps the counter in front of it.r

*

"Any gun would." Teddy points out. "Unless you've got a thing about shooting people with bullets. Which I understandable; I don't want to shoot people either. I don't even really like punching them."

*

"Me neither! Shooting people seems barbaric. And punching?" Fitz makes a face. "Can't imagine anything more basic than that. Always thought there was another solution for problems." He shrugs.

*

"How does it work?" Teddy asks curiously, stepping over to take a closer look at Mr. Sandman (for such he has forever more named it).

*

"Well," Fitz offers lowly, "the bullets are pellets loaded with tranquilizer. I need to talk to Simmons to perfect that bit, but," he shrugs. "We'd talked about it before. As long as I can get her speaking to me again, we have a shot at a nonlethal stop-measure."

*

"Bullets? Aren't they going to go into someone anyway? So you knock them out and put a hole in someone on top of it?" Teddy looks from the gun to Fitz and back.

*

"Nah. It's like a needle. Weak. No damage. Just a dart almost, yeah?" Fitz manages another flicker of a smile. "But it needs the serum and testing before it's ready for anything."

*

Teddy nods, taking Fitz at his word about the needle bit. "Why'd it spark? Guns don't use electricity." Though the gun's only of secondary interest really and he glances around quick before lowering his voice. "Say. The Director? She was really pushing me to tell them my name. She wants to do this whole check on me and stuff. And my mom would just /kill/ me if she knew about this. She think I'm out studying whenever I'm doing this kind of thing."

*

"Director could keep it on the down low as far as your mom is concerned," Fitz offers in return. "That said, Director probably wants to make sure you're not a Russian spy." He pauses, "They're more common than you think, yeah?"

*

"Then I'd just have let you all been replaced by aliens." Teddy points out. "Would have made my job easier if I were a Russian spy. I don't know. A friend of mine really doesn't trust the government. And he has reasons he's sure of and makes sense too. I mean, let's say she's totally trustworthy. What about the one who replaces her? She's already been almost killed once."

*

"Records can be lost, or misplaced, yeah?" Fitz replies quietly. "Records are always removable. And, it's possible, you can arrange something with the Director so only she's aware." He shrugs. "This isn't the government, this is SHIELD. We're about keeping NATO countries safe. Which means that we have a greater calling. A more important mission."

*

"I think they all say that, Fitz." Teddy tells the scientist. "Well, I'll think about it. But I don't have time to be more than a consultant anyway. Between school and other stuff, I barely have time to sleep."

*

"It's fine, if the Director has a problem, she has a problem," Fitz notes. "And then you just stop. It's not like you won't be called on if SHIELD needs you. It's kind of how SHIELD works. They take things as needed sometimes." His eyes light and he shrugs.

*

Teddy nods. "I guess. And speaking of sleep, I have homework to do before I get some. Talk to you later Fitz. And go let Simmons hit you."

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