half of fitzsimmons

“I wish we could just get out of here, Jemma. I mean, we could-- couldn’t we? Just...hop in a quinjet and not come back,” Fitz raked a hand through his hair, now deciding to ignore the topic at hand, “--Thanos destroys planets, not entire universes, right? There’s gotta be somewhere we can go.”

Fitz shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before holding up a hand in a slightly apologetic gesture, “No- no you’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just-- too much damn pressure, and I’m just- bloody tired.”

Fitz glanced up in mild confusion. Not entirely refusing the contact, he allowed the alien woman to make contact with his hand.

“Er-- well, my father...wasn’t....the greatest. I’m much better off without ‘im.”

“You know maybe that’d work if you told it to me four years ago,” Fitz let out a slightly biter chuckle. Before the accident, he’d have had this problem solved in under five minutes after creating some device that ran on no more than sheer willpower, but now-- stress levels mounting, Fitz’s brain refused to cooperate even the slightest bit, “That Nihilism might be a good feeling to fall back on right about now.”

“Great, so two of them are MIA, the other’s just as useless!” Fitz raked a hand down his face, tone equal parts frustrated and desperate.

“Your tech, your father’s. Doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t work regardless. In theory, maybe. But in actuality---” Fitz shook his head.

“It is, Jemma. It’s a damn stupid idea, and you’re just bein’ nice,” Fitz’s tone was soft, barely there. The guilt and embarrassment over not being able to come up with a viable solution to their upcoming demise had been building up over the past few days, and Fitz was slowly unraveling.

“See-- therein lies the problem. I- don’t- know, Daisy. I’m burnt! I’ve got--- nothing. Absolutely nothin’,” Raking a hand down his face, Fitz refused to meet his friend’s gaze.

“Well said, mate,” Fitz replied, tone clipped. The sarcasm of seemingly everyone around him was starting to really piss him off.

“A whole damn lot, that’s what.”

“Christ Almighty! Put some fucking trousers on, mate!”

“Don’t beat yourself up. Everybody’s a bit messed up about it all.”

“Fine, whatever floats your boat. At least you admit it’s useless, that’s a bloody step.”

“And what is it that you’d do about it?”

“At least Thanos doesn’t know where he is. Right now at least.”