Who: FitzSimmons What: Date night, FitzSimmons style When: Thursday evening Where: Their townhouse, then out for a walk Warnings: TBA but probably not much Status: Closed/On-going
Fitz was utterly terrified but he was doing his best not to show it. He'd elected for Jemma's idea of a walk, simply because he thought it was a nice simple start to them dating. They could branch out later, when they were more comfortable with the idea. And so he'd spent twenty minutes wringing his hands and flailing before getting down to business and getting ready.
And now he was downstairs, waiting for Jemma to finish getting ready. As he waited, he paced the living room. This place was infinitely more dangerous for them now, with not one but two versions of Grant Ward walking around. Except that one version? Had been so willing, so damn willing to undergo testing to prove that he was telling the truth... a part of Fitz yearned to believe him, but he'd learned the hard way that he couldn't.
Probably, anyway. Though he supposed it wouldn't hurt to ask Jemma if she could develop some sort of serum. Some other time, though. Not while on their first date. Even he with his nonexistent dating expertise knew that that was nothing but a date killer.
And so he paced and he thought and he waited. And eventually he heard footsteps on the stairs.