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Rosemary didn't know much about engineering but she knew how to follow orders. And that is what she did, day in and day out. Fitz supervised Rosemary, he would always lean against tables, speaking to himself, and rarely to his protege.
"Fitz?" Rosemary asked, looking up from the device she was putting a screw into.
"Wha-yes?" He looked up from what he was staring at, ten feet away from her.
"I'm almost done, I might go join the rest of the team for a beer. Care to join?" Rosemary had a sweet appearance about her, her hair was just honey enough to be blonde and he could see the red peeking through, her green eyes never showed him an ounce of pity, sadness maybe, but never pity.
"No-no, I don't want to, you can go." Rosemary gave him an annoyed eye roll, it was playful enough.
"You can't hide away forever, Fitz." Rosemary warned, she tidied up her work space, watching as Fitz talked to himself, his arms moved more angrily, he pushed a pile of papers off the counter.
"Bloody hell!" Fitz exclaimed, Rosemary calmly walked over, gathering the papers from the floor into a pile on her lap. She could feel the stress and anger radiating off of him, he face was red and he looked flustered. Rosemary placed the papers on the corner of the desk.
"I can grab a few beers a- Fitz, look at me, we can drink them in here. You can't overwork yourself too much." Fitz nodded, he watched Rosemary walk out of the lab, her curled hair bounced as she walked, and the lab coat she jokingly wore, as a joke with Fitz, was still on.
"Hows it going in there Red?" Mack asked from the couch, everybody was in their own conversation groups.
"Um, the usual. Ill see you later." Rosemary left the kitchen with two beers in her hands and two more in her lab coat. At times she did enjoy hanging out with the rest of the team, but since coulson said she wouldn't be able to do field work until they have completed their assessment of her, she didn't feel like that much of a part.
Fitz' station was a mess when she got back , the papers were on the ground and a beaker was broken on the table. Where did Fitz get the beaker? Rosemary thought as she took the beers from her lab coat and put all four on the counter. Rosemary took off the lab coat and hung it over a chair. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Fitz sitting on her chair.
She quickly cleaned up, this wasn't yet a reoccurring theme with Fitz, but he had been losing his temper more and more often.
"I brought some gifts." Rosemary commented, holding out beers for Fitz, he grabbed them and opened one.
"You don't need to clean up after me."
"I know, but you shouldn't be destroying the lab when its brand new. At least wait until its been a year." Rosemary joked, kicking her feet onto the table, leaning back in the chair.
"Stop that." Fitz said, swallowing his drink abruptly.
"Stop what?" Rosemary asked, giving him a quizzical look.
"The flirting." Fitz didn't mean to sound as serious as he did, Rosemary watched his eyes widen.
"Like actually? Because I can stop, don't want to have to talk to HR." Rosemary tried to joke.
"I'm not good. At this. Flirting!" Rosemary let go of a breath.
"Thank god. I just thought you didn't like me or something." Rosemary made a joke, smiling a goofy smile as Fitz blushed.
"Well, I do. Like you. "