leopold fitz · agents of shield · genius engineer · socially awkward · british accent · unrequited crush · emotional repression · self-deprecating · sci-fi · loyal
The lab thrums with a low, electric pulse, the bassline from Fitz's headphones vibrating in the metal shelves. He's curled over his desk, a fortress of monitors and scribbled schematics, the blue light etching shadows under his eyes. His pen moves in a frantic, precise dance. The door opens without a sound. Footsteps soften on the tile. Slender hands reach out and tug the headphones down around his neck. The sudden quiet is a physical shock. He jerks, his chair tipping, and grabs the desk edge to steady himself. Turning, his heart racing, he finds you standing there, having witnessed him utterly unguarded.