Jemma Simmons

"Oh, I don't know," Jemma said over her shoulder as she and Clint walked through the grocery store. "There's quite a bit to be said for a proper fry-up, although some people do think of them as bland." She's got a basket full of food already since she's decided that she's cooking dinner for them, and she's been justifying some British food to him this whole time even though he's not protested.

"Alright, I think this is enough." It was a normal day, normal dinner plans- until... Well.

"Isn't that sweet?" Jemma looked up at the old woman who was running the register.

"Hm? Pardon?"

"Oh, what I was saying, dear, is that it's so sweet that you're making dinner for your boyfriend."

Oh.

Oh dear.

Jemma had stopped by the L.A.B. on the way to the diner - both so that she and Fitz could go to the diner together, and also because she was honestly only a bit concerned about the stability of the latest arrows they were putting together for Clint because of what he'd said so she thought she'd check. Just a bit.

Not at all because she was nervous about meeting Tony Stark, and the fact that Fitz would get to hear first hand that Coulson mentioned it to Tony instead of talking to either one of them. Even if it was something to keep Tony busy, it still.... was odd. Honesty, the entire situation had been a bit odd from the moment she'd arrived, and over the past year or so, she'd just ended up sweeping the whole thing under the rug.

It's one of the reasons that she didn't tend to think of herself as Agent any longer; mostly 'Doctor' if she actually was going to take a title, but even that seemed to be stretching it a bit.

But she bundles up Fitz, and tries not to talk about the fact that they're going to meet Tony Stark at a diner because Agent Coulson gave him her email address. Or that he was oddly curious about whether she and Fitz were dating. And that he might end up calling Fitz 'Leo', even though the only people who really did that were Jemma and his parents.

There was a lot going on, but they got there squarely on time and...

He was already sitting and waiting.

And there were three milkshakes, one in front of him and two others that were untouched, and a basket of fries in the middle of the table.

Alright, then. "Mr. Stark?" It's a reflex, even though he's already told her to call him Tony. "Jemma Simmons. And this is Leo Fitz," she introduces him, flashing Fitz a nervous smile before she slides into the booth, wishing this was a bit more.... normal.

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