[Fitz had told himself that he wasn't going to go downstairs again; that he wasn't going to let himself see Ward anymore because once had been enough. He'd made his point and that had been enough.
And yet..here he was again, sitting on the ground with his back to the barrier, keeping his hands busy by fussing with the tablet that controlled the rooms settings as he tried to figure out exactly why he had let himself come down here again. He hadn't let Ward know he was there yet, too scared to go any further now that he was actually downstairs once more. It was just that the combination of Jemma being back and everything else that was going on was making his head throb and everything hurt.
His mind. His heart.
All he wanted was for things to be normal again.
The scientist drew his knees up as he set the tablet on the floor, adjusting the barrier so Ward could see out. Fitz kept his back to the other, arms wrapping around his knees as he buried his face against them.
He's in SHIELD's good graces (again, this is getting to be a habit) which means he's at Kara-Madame Masque's apartment in the city. Snow falling, warmth, it feels even more domestic then it ever has. He always stays here when he's in town. It's a safe house he actually feels safe at.
Maybe that's why he's got turkey, stuffing, trimmings all in plastic bags. Gordon Ramsey eat your heart out, but he's learning to prepare for moments like this. Trying to impress her.
He piles food into her fridge.]
I'm back from grocery shopping. You've really got to learn to stock your fridge.
[She didn't mind being his safe house. It made her feel better to have him around after all this time. Kara was Kara right now, no gold mask on. She did have the photostatic veil on though, but with her own face replicated.]
[She had actually just gotten back about ten minutes before he had. There was a red poinsettia on the kitchen table, and in the archway from Kitchen to Dinning room, is where she posted herself, watching him put stuff up]
Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know when you're going to drop in on me, or I'd stock it before hand. [sarcastic tone. She was doing something. Reaching up into the arch way to press a tack into the wood. a green leafy thing with a red bow hung suddenly.]
[She then crossed her arms, cocked a hip and leaned into the archway, waiting, watching. She wondered how long it would take for him to notice it. If he did at all. Yes, she put it here on purpose.]
Most of the time I don't eat in. I had eggs this time, at least.
I might have picked something out for you. Maybe. [she did. She's had it for a while actually] So yes, if you want to make me happy, you could be kind enough to exchange gifts. [smirking.]
[She glanced up, like Oh, what's this? Right, I put that there, then glanced back to him]
It's not a tradition if I've never done it before. You know what they say about mistletoe, right?
[he feels the smile creeping across his face. It comes easier now, especially with a safe space. This cozy little place, warm fixings. An eyebrow rose]
...No. [It's probably hard to tell if he's joking or serious. Setting down the beer he'd brought with him he moves forward, sticking his hands in his pockets] What to do?
[The moments that he cared about her, he'd fantasized about this. He'd fantasized about kissing her, holding her. In other moments, particularly in Shanghai where he'd frequented a favorite escort service he'd found himself dreaming about her. About those moments they were gentle together, holding her hand.
Then he'd roll over his evening companion for more sex.
So he allowed himself to be pulled forward. His hand went to her shoulder and he leaned down.]
...You know what I watched on TV last night? Gone with the Wind.
[She's cared about him for a while. She had been jealous for a while too, of Skye and his obsession over her. She knows the other has faded from his mind, but she still knows how deeply he did care for her.]
[Or the fact that some day he could just up and forget Madame Masque, like other memories of his. It's always bothered her. She might not actually believe that he's thought of her or fantasized about anything.]
I always did like the classics.
[she said softly, looking up at him, both hands looped in his belt loops now, pulling him right in front of her.]
[He leaned down to kiss her. One hand sliding behind her shoulders, the other wrapping a delicate hand on the back of her neck. The kiss is dramatic and passionate.
It's Clark Gable to a tee.
But he pulls away and kisses her again, gently, soft and probing. He can't explain where it comes from but he holds himself against her before pulling her away.]
[She got easily swept away in that kiss. It was... charming. Strong and charming. She leaned into it gladly, but when he pulled away from that and kissed her again, softly, she hummed a soft sound, pleased, leaning up to kiss him back as well.]
[Feeling him pull away she kept her claws hooked on his belt though, not letting him walk away just yet]
Thanks for not letting me have such bad luck. [she teased]
[She actually appeared surprised as he said that. Because she didn't think she'd hear anything like that. Not with that look on his face. Honest looking.]
[She blushed, a bit about that. Cheeks red just a bit. Her hands tightened on his beltloops. She pressed her lips together in a line, looking up at him, then opened them to speak after some thought.]
I am glad I make you feel... safe. I thought it was always a one sided things. [she sleeps best when he's around and crashing over at her place]
I'm really trying. [He swallows] Trying to remember kid.
[He raised a hand to her hair and held it there.]
I wrote it down see?
[He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his notebook and showing her point blank. The notes are methodical but legible. Kara Lynn Palamas. Agent 33. Former Criminal partner. Reformed. Attacked Twice. Friend. More then?? Safety. I am always safe with Kara.]
[Ignoring the fact that for some reason 'kid' from him always made her smile, she did smile, softly, as she peeked at what he pulled out.]
[She took it from his hand to read, surprised to see all that.]
[Her heart twisted, that familiar old ping again. She found herself partly tuned, leaning a shoulder into him as she read 'I am always safe with Kara'. If she were the type to Awww out loud, she would have.]
[instead she touched the words with light fingers, tracing the lines.]
You're... trying to remember me? [she sounds surprised, though maybe she shouldn't be. It's one of her biggest 'fears' actually. That he'll one day forget her.]
[He'll forget, he'll forget, he'll forget.... just like he did Agent Johnson, as he calls her now. She thought at fast speed, chest hurting a moment. She started this with that stupid plant above the arch. She could see it though]
I think you're doing great so far. [she closed his note book and held it close as she leaned into his arm around her shoulders. Leaned into him more.]
Honestly, I've worked with them a while and I barely trust them. I just know the knife is going to twist at some point and it's all going to come crashing in on me.
If there's one thing I learned after I made the mistake I made.
[His voice is quiet.] It's that - you live in the moment and take care of you. And that...If you care about something it takes twice as much work as it should to keep it with you.
That's just me though. [He kept himself standing there before he rested his head on hers.
Almost domestic.]
What you need to take away from this Kara is that no matter what happens, if you're happy now it's good. And you should hold onto that. Don't worry about the later.
I could give two shits about SHIELD. I'm trying this because you inspired me to.
[looking up at him as he spoke she wasn't sure how she felt. She was pretty sure she fell asleep and hadn't woken up yet. That's all this was. Another fantasy.]
[As he rested his head to hers she closed her eyes, taking in the warmth and his words. Be happy in the moment huh? Licking her lips she paused, saying nothing yet. But carefully moved to put his note book back where she saw him take it from.]
[Then she reached both hands up to grab either side of his shirt, pulling him in and leaning up into a sharp kiss, pressing, a bit needy. Be happy now, huh? Fine, she'll roll with it. She held it, kissing him with passion. SHe just needed to do it.]
[He slides a hand down her back, kissing her as deep as he can manage before he presses himself into her shoulder and moves to take her in his arms.
It's been a long time since he's done this. Only when she's wounded. It's happened before, not that he remembers. There's a brief flicker Madame Masque but...]
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And yet..here he was again, sitting on the ground with his back to the barrier, keeping his hands busy by fussing with the tablet that controlled the rooms settings as he tried to figure out exactly why he had let himself come down here again. He hadn't let Ward know he was there yet, too scared to go any further now that he was actually downstairs once more. It was just that the combination of Jemma being back and everything else that was going on was making his head throb and everything hurt.
His mind. His heart.
All he wanted was for things to be normal again.
The scientist drew his knees up as he set the tablet on the floor, adjusting the barrier so Ward could see out. Fitz kept his back to the other, arms wrapping around his knees as he buried his face against them.
One step at a time.]
TASKMASTER AU!
He's in SHIELD's good graces (again, this is getting to be a habit) which means he's at Kara-Madame Masque's apartment in the city. Snow falling, warmth, it feels even more domestic then it ever has. He always stays here when he's in town. It's a safe house he actually feels safe at.
Maybe that's why he's got turkey, stuffing, trimmings all in plastic bags. Gordon Ramsey eat your heart out, but he's learning to prepare for moments like this. Trying to impress her.
He piles food into her fridge.]
I'm back from grocery shopping. You've really got to learn to stock your fridge.
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[She had actually just gotten back about ten minutes before he had. There was a red poinsettia on the kitchen table, and in the archway from Kitchen to Dinning room, is where she posted herself, watching him put stuff up]
Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know when you're going to drop in on me, or I'd stock it before hand. [sarcastic tone. She was doing something. Reaching up into the arch way to press a tack into the wood. a green leafy thing with a red bow hung suddenly.]
[She then crossed her arms, cocked a hip and leaned into the archway, waiting, watching. She wondered how long it would take for him to notice it. If he did at all. Yes, she put it here on purpose.]
Most of the time I don't eat in. I had eggs this time, at least.
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...Decorations.
[It's good to see. Very good.]
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[She smirked, arms folded and watchful of him.]
MmHmm. Decorations. I thought it was a nice change.
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...Gifts and traditions hm?
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[She glanced up, like Oh, what's this? Right, I put that there, then glanced back to him]
It's not a tradition if I've never done it before. You know what they say about mistletoe, right?
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...No. [It's probably hard to tell if he's joking or serious. Setting down the beer he'd brought with him he moves forward, sticking his hands in his pockets] What to do?
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They say it's bad luck to stand under it and not get a kiss. Very bad luck.
[She leaned forward a bit to reach out, slipping a finger in his belt loop and pulling on it, to try to get him to come closer.]
Would you leave me to this fate?
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Then he'd roll over his evening companion for more sex.
So he allowed himself to be pulled forward. His hand went to her shoulder and he leaned down.]
...You know what I watched on TV last night? Gone with the Wind.
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[Or the fact that some day he could just up and forget Madame Masque, like other memories of his. It's always bothered her. She might not actually believe that he's thought of her or fantasized about anything.]
I always did like the classics.
[she said softly, looking up at him, both hands looped in his belt loops now, pulling him right in front of her.]
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It's Clark Gable to a tee.
But he pulls away and kisses her again, gently, soft and probing. He can't explain where it comes from but he holds himself against her before pulling her away.]
...Thanks for having me with you.
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[Feeling him pull away she kept her claws hooked on his belt though, not letting him walk away just yet]
Thanks for not letting me have such bad luck. [she teased]
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Couldn't have that. Your bad luck would probably translate to me. I'm being re-purposed.
...I need you. [His gaze was human and sincere] I wouldn't...feel safe unless you were there.
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[She blushed, a bit about that. Cheeks red just a bit. Her hands tightened on his beltloops. She pressed her lips together in a line, looking up at him, then opened them to speak after some thought.]
I am glad I make you feel... safe. I thought it was always a one sided things. [she sleeps best when he's around and crashing over at her place]
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[He raised a hand to her hair and held it there.]
I wrote it down see?
[He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his notebook and showing her point blank. The notes are methodical but legible. Kara Lynn Palamas. Agent 33. Former Criminal partner. Reformed. Attacked Twice. Friend. More then?? Safety. I am always safe with Kara.]
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[She took it from his hand to read, surprised to see all that.]
[Her heart twisted, that familiar old ping again. She found herself partly tuned, leaning a shoulder into him as she read 'I am always safe with Kara'. If she were the type to Awww out loud, she would have.]
[instead she touched the words with light fingers, tracing the lines.]
You're... trying to remember me? [she sounds surprised, though maybe she shouldn't be. It's one of her biggest 'fears' actually. That he'll one day forget her.]
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...Especially after meeting Agent Johnson. [his chest panged, but it was less. It did hurt less.] And the rest of the SHIELD agents.
....You really are the only one I trust.
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I think you're doing great so far. [she closed his note book and held it close as she leaned into his arm around her shoulders. Leaned into him more.]
Honestly, I've worked with them a while and I barely trust them. I just know the knife is going to twist at some point and it's all going to come crashing in on me.
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[His voice is quiet.] It's that - you live in the moment and take care of you. And that...If you care about something it takes twice as much work as it should to keep it with you.
That's just me though. [He kept himself standing there before he rested his head on hers.
Almost domestic.]
What you need to take away from this Kara is that no matter what happens, if you're happy now it's good. And you should hold onto that. Don't worry about the later.
I could give two shits about SHIELD. I'm trying this because you inspired me to.
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[As he rested his head to hers she closed her eyes, taking in the warmth and his words. Be happy in the moment huh? Licking her lips she paused, saying nothing yet. But carefully moved to put his note book back where she saw him take it from.]
[Then she reached both hands up to grab either side of his shirt, pulling him in and leaning up into a sharp kiss, pressing, a bit needy. Be happy now, huh? Fine, she'll roll with it. She held it, kissing him with passion. SHe just needed to do it.]
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What he does do is tangle his hand in her hair and start trailing questioning kisses down her neck. It's instinct, reflex. Muscle memory. Gentle.]
...I want this.
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[As for Clark Gable? She had no problem with that. He had the strong arms for it anyhow. Talk about feeling safe.]
[The broken kiss lets her take in a proper breath, sucking in a smaller breath as he kissed down her neck, so gentle.]
You know I like to give you things you want.
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It's been a long time since he's done this. Only when she's wounded. It's happened before, not that he remembers. There's a brief flicker Madame Masque but...]
Kara.
[He smiles]
I've wanted this for awhile.
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[She'd take it now, but she didn't believe it.] I always figured you thought me too ugly to want... this.
[she smiled though, as she said it.]
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It was something else. [He leans in to her] I just can't remember what it was.
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[She leaned into him as well, tipping her head into his shoulder]
Just... remember me and no one else really matters.
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Merry Christmas.