(Requested by @Hailey_5131)

You effortlessly duck as Sky takes a swing, only for you to sweep your leg against her ankles. She hits the mat with a small grunt.

"Could you take it easy, (Y/n)?" Sky moaned, taking the hand that you extended forward.

Heaving her up, you smile. "Sorry, Sky. Maybe we should take a break?"

She nods and unstraps her gloves, a small smirk on her lips. "So, what do you think of Fitz?"

Jerking the bottle of water away from your lips, you give her a look. "You know how I feel about him, Sky."

"Okay, okay. Just asking."

You rolls your eyes. "I'll catch you later,"

"Going to see a certain someone, hmm?"

Throwing your gloves at her, you turn and exit the training room. You try to make yourself as presentable as possible; letting down your hair, wiping the sweat from your face with a towel, straightening your ruffled clothes.

Once you've entered the lab, Fitz was in front of a computer biting his lip in concentration.

"Hey," You say, sitting in a seat next to him.

He jumps as he turns to look at you, his eyes wide. "(Y/n)! Oh, hello. You look, um, you look..."

"Sweaty?" You try, gesturing to your clothes. "I was in the gym-"

"Oh," He nods, folding his elbow over his arm. "Why?"

You laugh. "Ya'know, to stay in shape so I can go on missions? I've gotta stay strong if I want to kick some HYDRA ass."

"Right, of course. You um, you have to be prepared for a HYDRA attack."

"You know it," You say, your yes finding his computer screen. "What're you working on?"

"Oh!" He explains, making you jump. "It's your-your..."

"My suit?" You ask, scanning the 3D model of your suit on the screen.

"Yes, yes, it's your suit. I've made the fabric more uh, more..."

"Durable?"

He snaps his fingers. "Yes! That's the word."

"I'm getting good at guessing your words, huh Fitz?" You tease, bumping his shoulder with yours.

The corners of his lips curl. Just when you think he's going to say something, Agent May storms into the room with a look of distress.

You instantly stand. "Something wrong?"

She motions to you. "Take a shower, get dressed for a mission. We're going to be gone a while so say goodbye to the team. Meet me in the cargo bay in an hour."

Nodding, you say. "Of course," and exit the room quickly.

By the time you've done what Agent Mays told you, you're sitting with Fitz in the lab trying on your new suit.

You smile forcefully. "This is great, Fitz. Thank-"

"I love you," Fitz breaths, widening his eyes and waving his hands. "No-No, I didn't want to tell you like this."

You stand frozen with your hands in mid air. "You just said that..."

"I love you," He says again, this time with more confidence. "I'm in... love with you."

You can't help but to throw yourself in his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck. "God, I love you too, Fitz."

He lets out a dramatic sigh and wraps his arms around your waist. "I though that you would uh, you would..."

"Reject you?" You ask, pulling away to meet his eyes. "You know, I've had a crush on you since you walked onto the bus."

A blush appears on Fitz's cheeks, making him scoff and drop his head onto your shoulder. "You can't be serious."

The timer on your watch goes off. You slowly pull away from Fitz and shut it off, then face him with.

"I wish you didn't have to go. Now after we just..."

"Confessed our undying love for each other?" You say, leaning in and capturing his lips in yours.

"Agent (Y/n)!" May snaps, making you break away from Fitz and press your ear piece.

"On my way," You say, then pick up your backpack and sigh. "This is going to be the longest trip in my life."

"For you?" Fitz grumbles, placing a hand on your cheek and rubs his thumb on your smooth skin. "I'm going to be so..."

"Lonely?"

He drops his hand and looks away. "What if you... you get hurt?"

Shaking your head, you pull him in for a quick hug. "I'm going to be alright, Fitz."

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"Agent (L/n)!" Agent May hisses through the ear piece. "Agent (L/n)!"

You stare, wide eyed, at the bleeding wound in your abdomen. You've been shot before, but never this bad. Two bullets are lodged in your gut and you're bleeding out.

"I-I'm here!" You say weakly, pressing your hands to the wound. "I've been shot."

There's a pause. "How bad?"

"Bad, May." You choke out, tears pooling in your eyes. "Just-Just tell Fitz I'm sorry-"

"You're not dying here, Agent (L/n)!" She shouts, her gun going off a few times before she's suddenly in front of you. "Hey, (Y/n). Look at me."

Your vision swims as you rip your gaze away from the wall and into her eyes. "Hey, May-"

"The teams on their way. I just need you to hold on a little longer." She says hurriedly, popping out from behind the wall and firing a round of bullets.

"Okay," You croak, dropping your head against the wall. "If they could get here in the next ten minutes, that'd be great."

Right when you close your eyes, two gun shots go off and May is running down the hallway.

"She's down here!" May shouts.

The next thing you know, Fitz's muffled cry makes your eyes snap open.

"(Y/n)!" He yelps, his hands on your face as you smile. "I-I thought you were, you were..."

"Dead?" You whisper, shaking your head. "I'm perfectly fine."

He scoffs. "You are anything but fine. You're shot."

"I am fine-" The second the words leave your mouth, you vision spirals until you're out cold.

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Fitz grips your hand like his life depends on it, bouncing his foot up and down nervously.

"She's going to wake up, Fitz." Jemma says, breezing into the room.

He doesn't look away from your pale face as he answers. "Are you sure? She might be in a coma, Jemma."

She pats his shoulder and exits the room. "Don't worry,"

Fitz doesn't bother to whip the tears on his cheeks, too focused on your interwoven hands to notice your eyes opening.

"Fitz?"

His head snaps up at the sound of your voice. "(Y-Y/n)? Oh my God, you're okay!"

You smile weakly as he runs his thumb over your cheek. "I am fine. You don't need to-"

"Worry?"

You nod.

"Of course I need to worry about you!" Fitz bursts, making your eyes widen. "You are the most important person to me! I can't just- just not worry about you when you're on your missions."

You laugh, then groan softly when pain pricks your abdomen. "Well I worry about you too, working in that lab full of dangerous weapons."

Fitz's eyebrows shoot up, but he plays is off and nods. "Yeah, it can be scary. It takes a certain..."

"Skill set?"

"Yes, exactly."

When your eyes close, you feel Fitz grip your hand tightly.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Oh my God, Jemma! She- She's dying-!"

You open your eyes and grip Fitz's hand. "Fitz, I'm fine! I'm just tired."

He looks down at you with a stricken expression, only letting out a sigh when you squeeze his hand.

"Get some sleep," Fitz murmurs, placing a quick kiss on your forehead before sitting down.

"Love you," You whisper, before you drift off to sleep.

Fitz smiles lightly. "And I love you,"