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“S-st-stop it!” Fitz said suddenly, drawing Agent (Y/N) (L/N)’s attention away from the book she was reading and towards her boyfriend.
The noise had startled them, especially since the only noise in the lab beforehand was the clicking of Fitz’s keyboard and the occasion turning of a page.
Looking up at Fitz, they said “Stop what? Is everything alright?”
“Stop it. You need to stop it. It. It needs to-“
“Hey, hey, hey. Take a breather.” (Y/N) said firmly, trying to stop Fitz’s brain from exploding. “Now, what did you want to say?”
“You need to stop. Stop it!”
“Stop what? My book? Or something else?”
“It. Being here.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No!” He cried, growing frustrated that he couldn’t properly convey his meaning. “Stay, but stop helping!”
“Stop helping?” (Y/N) glared at him, dropping their book and walking over to him as he meekly nodded. “Now listen here, I am not doing this because I think you’re a lost cause, or that I have nothing better to do. I am here because I love you, and so does the team. But we can’t help you if you don’t let us. So sit down and let me help? Got it?”
Silence filled the lab as he turned away from his partner. They waited for a response for another minute and just as they went to speak, Fitz handed them a screwdriver.
“I need to fix the-the…”
“Wiring of the cloaking mechanisms?”
“Yeah that, the wiring of the cloaking mechanisms.”