#p:fitz

After talking to Damien he went to the hospital, he wasn’t injured that badly but he knew Justin broke his nose. As he got to the hospital, the doctor just straightened it, he hated how his face looked, all bruised from the punch but he couldn’t do anything about it, plus, Justin was way worse. He just went back to his dorm and texted Fitz, not sure if the other one was going to answer. When the guy told him to go to his dorm he accepted immediately, heading to the room. He sighed, he didn’t like the way he was feeling and he needed to cry but he wasn’t going to cry in front of Damien, was he going to cry in front of someone he just met? Maybe he was, it hurt him so much, he just needed someone. As he got to the door, he knocked on it, trying not to run away and cry by himself until he fell asleep. 

Justin was out grocery shopping when he heard his phone beep. He was hoping it would be someone who’d want to hang out, or need him in some way that would put him out of his misery--grocery shopping was way too hard. He pulled out his phone and frowned, it was an update from the gossip blog. He opened it and listened to the audio post, dropping the cereal box he was holding and running out when he realized what it was: him in bed with Fitz, taken completely out of context, painting both of them in a really bad light. Fuck. If Damien had heard it, Justin would have one hell of a mess to clean up, one more fuck up his boyfriend would most likely forgive but that would hurt him for a long time. He couldn’t deal with that right now, he felt himself on the verge of a panic attack. He took a few deep breaths and let his shaky hands drive him back to Silver Oak, and Justin found himself standing in front of a very familiar door. He knocked. “Hey,” he said, pulling Fitz into a hug as soon as he opened the door. “Are you okay? I... saw the gossip blog thing.” He sighed.

Jason was exhausted, things with drugs and dealing were going alright, but he didn’t want to do it at the moment. His mind was somewhere else, specifically, somewhere in between nice lips, pretty eyes and a person named Max Fitz. He couldn’t believe he let go such a good opportunity but it had to be done, even if he didn’t want to do it. He was walking towards a hidden place where he would meet his new buyer, the one his friend recommended, as soon as he started to get closer he realized he knew him, he wanted to turn around and walk away but apparently the boy was already looking at him, he felt a lump in his throat as soon as he was getting closer.  “Oh...” he cleared his throat, “Fitz, what are you doing here?” he asked looking at him, it’d been a while since he wasn’t that close to him and he just wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him, but he decided not to. 

leofitz-engineer:

Since Peter came back to Earth, Fitz had seen the man walking, but never managed to catch up to the man to offer him the burner phone. He knew that Peter would need to be able to contact S.H.I.E.L.D. if something ever arose, but there was no way that could happen if the guy didn’t have a damn cell. Gritting his teeth, Fitz followed the man to his S.H.I.E.L.D. apartment, grabbed him by the back of his jacket, and foisted the phone in his hands. “Ya have no idea how hard it has been ta get this ta ya.” With that final comment, he spun on his heel and walked out of the building. 

She'd had her men tailing him for weeks; ever since SHIELD fell she'd had him on her radar, and once Lucille Brass set her eyes on someone it was only a matter of time before she made them hers. Most importantly when it came to Leopold Fitz she wasn't taking "No." for an answer. In order to be the best she made it a point to have the best surrounding her. That included everyone who worked for her, and short of hiring Tony Stark himself the engineer du jour was Leo or Fitz as she'd been told people usually refereed to him. 

She'd been hoping he was smart enough, having once worked for SHIELD, to ally himself with HYDRA like so many of his other peers, but he hadn't and if he was uncomfortable working directly for them well that's where her and AIM came in. Not that he'd even know who he was really working for. Half her company and most of R&D hadn't a clue, and she liked to keep it that way. It was easier for her to pull the strings and run the show that way. It was a slow take over, but she'd only been in charge so long and too many changes at once raised too many red flags.

Lucille wasn't one for sitting around in cafes sipping coffee or tea, but when it came to making business deals it helped if the other person was in a place they were comfortable and felt in control, their own turf; and that's why she'd decided to run into him by "happenstance" in a place she already knew he'd be. She nodded at her body guard letting him know she had it from here. There were a few others scattered about, all ready to step in when necessary but she wasn't worried. It was more protocol then anything.

The first time around, the Iron Man suit had been a secret--a project between him and JARVIS and no one else; in time, he'd welcomed Rhodey into that inner circle of man and machine, and Pepper, of course, had found out by accident. But even now, when the Avengers came wondering into his workshop at all hours of the day and night, when they saw every stage along the way of every suit's creation, his blueprints were still locked up tight. The "what" might be common knowledge, but the "how" was his secret and his alone (though he had made precautions, access codes so the information could be handed, safely, over to Rhodey should Tony die; he knew how easily the suit could be made into a weapon, how easily destruction could occur should his knowledge be placed in the wrong hands). 

But the latest suit was finished now and, dare he say it, the best one yet. Able to withstand the elements of space, stronger than anything he'd yet designed, and not too bad looking either, Tony could proudly show it off to anyone and certainly the overeager scientist at his side. He wouldn't be admitting it any time soon, but Tony ahd developed a bit of a soft spot where the kid was concerned--something about a love for science and a broken head--but really, he'd rather not analyze it. Instead, he brought Fitz up to the workshop, chatting easily about schematics and future designs and green energy (he always came back to green energy somehow).