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“Aahh… Tickles! Stop… M’sleeping…” groaned the mountain ofblankets in a distinctively Scottish accent.

Daisy and Jemma glanced at each other from the end of Fitz’sbed, trying but failing to hold back their giggles as they stepped back toadmire their handiwork: from under the covers peeked out two pasty feet,partially stuffed into a pair of bright pink and extremely fuzzy socks.

Fitz blinks groggily at the two figures in the room “Huh?J-Jemma? Wait what- what are you doing?”

“We match!” exclaims Daisy, kicking her foot up to reveal anidentical sock. She laughs as the less flexible biochemist attempts to copy heractions, arms flailing wildly and landing in a heap on the floor.

“Match?” he catches a glimpse of the offending footwear and sighs. “I sleep for five minutes –“

“Actually you’ve been asleep for an hour and a half”interrupts Jemma.

“I- I- it doesn’t matter! I can’t even get ten minutes of peace and quiet aroundhere, no wonder Bobbi and Hunter left for the bloody Bahamas and left us lothere to be RUDELY awakened in the middle of a nap by a pair of idiots and somesocks!”

“Come on Fitz, they’recute! They even match the bra we got you –“

“You WHAT?!” he sat bolt upright just to be hit in the faceby, you guessed it, a massive pink bra. “Jemma! This is NOT funny!”

The girls just laughed harder as Jemma took out Fitz’s phoneand started to take photos of the irritated engineer.

“Hey give that back!” he lunges for the phone as she tossesit to Daisy who runs out of the room.

“Distract him Simmons!” she yells as Fitz starts tugging offthe socks.

“Oh no you don’t –,“ teases Jemma, throwing a pillow at hishead, hard. It hits him with a thump and he is about to retaliate when thesecond one hits him. And then the third. Jemma had her arms full of cushions andteddies, pelting them and laughing at the confused expression on his face. Hedecides to respond in kind, reaching out to Jemma who screams as he squeezes herwaist and scrambles away, blindly throwing teddies behind her.

“Come back here Jemma Simmons, I’m getting my revenge!”

The two scientists run in circles around Fitz’s room,jumping over the various soft toys and cushions strewn across the floor,squealing as they try to tickle each other mercilessly. In retrospect, runningacross a messy wooden floor in fuzzy slippers was never going to be a good ideabut even geniuses have their moments.

“Catch me if you – aaahhh!” Jemma shouted as she trippedover a stuffed monkey, landing face-first in the duvet that had migrated onto thefloor. Seconds later the gloating Fitz landed on top of her as he triedunsuccessfully to stop himself from falling. The pair are silent for a second,stunned, before Jemma looks over at her best friend; his messy hair and redcheeks, out of breath and attempting to look annoyed as he rubs his elbow.

“I hate you, you know that right Simmons?” he mutters,glaring at her.

She just smiles gleefully at him, and before long they hadcollapsed again in a fit of giggles, Fitz laughing at Jemma’s childish grin andJemma laughing at the sock still half-attached to his foot.