[ Having children wasn't something Fitz ever gave a tremendous amount of thought to. Sure, it had always sort of been at the back of his mind as a "maybe", but after dedicating himself to SHIELD and to science, he worried about it instead more often than not.
He'd seen how miserable his mother had been, and the last thing he'd wanted was to put someone through that. Repeated cycles.
But Simmons was different. They could make it work. He's not sure how, but he knows.
He smiles, bashful, and unable to keep the blood from his cheeks. ]
I suppose we did.
[ And he's not scared about it anymore. ]
Four Days?! You're gonna make me wait four bloody days? You really are a sadist, aren't you?
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He'd seen how miserable his mother had been, and the last thing he'd wanted was to put someone through that. Repeated cycles.
But Simmons was different. They could make it work. He's not sure how, but he knows.
He smiles, bashful, and unable to keep the blood from his cheeks. ]
I suppose we did.
[ And he's not scared about it anymore. ]
Four Days?! You're gonna make me wait four bloody days? You really are a sadist, aren't you?