𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐳 ∿✧

⠀⠀ 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝙪 𝙣 𝙢 𝙖 𝙙 𝙚 ? 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒕𝒛-𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔

OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY

IS THIS ACCOUNT BACK TOO

Drop kicks whoever reads this.

∬ AMBERRRRRRR

∬ AMMMMBBERRRRR

Lots of coughing—.

Another day, another sleep deprived Engineer stumbling through the base in search of caffeine.

∬ sorry for the absence this weekend! Took a little break!

“Don’t you think you should know how to work the holotable by now?”

TAP , TAP , TAP A insistent tapping is coming from the outside of the lab where a sleepy engineer is continuously trying to get the keycard to read his lanyard BECAUSE NOTHING WORKS HERE.

Only the third? Improvements.

He stopped mid-sip. Of course she would inquire further. . . “Well, maybe i’s all the flowers. And you have a sort of cherry, upbeat personality, yeah? I’s just. . .warm.”

“Fall? Really? I always thought it’d be more like Spring. . .” He thought about this for a second, chalking it up to the fact he just associated Jemma with warmth. He shrugged off the thought, sipping from his own mug.

“I can’t say it doesn’t make me think of home,” Fitz admitted, settling against the couch. “I’ got a lot colder faster but I always enjoyed fall in Glasgow.”

“That should say something, coming from us. I’s much colder in the UK than it is here and we’re still freezing.” He settles onto the couch, immediately taking a big sip of his warm cuppa, which in turn has him sighing out.

He figured they might. There really isn’t much like it. Especially considering how cold Coulson keeps the base. “Glad I’m not the only one freezing my arse off.”

He’s running on an empty stomach, but still, he persevered onward with a hot cuppa— To the lab!

Rushes in with blankets and two hot cuppas.