Day 2 everyone! This is significantly shorter than the first one, so I'm sorry about that, but I hope you guys like it anyway!

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Prompter: anonymous

Searching for Presents Under the Christmas Tree

"Are ya bloody mad, Simmons? There's no way we're getting Ward anything remotely pink!"

"It's not that bad!"

"Not bad because it's not you he's going pummel if he sees that thing."

Simmons rolls her eyes but clicks the back button anyway. "You're overreacting, Fitz."

Fitz rolls his eyes back and blindly grabs a handful of pretzels from the bowl next to him. The two scientists are in Simmons' bunk, huddled over her laptop on the bed. It's two weeks until Christmas day and they've been on the Bus since December 1st. They plan on going shopping for presents as soon as they land—wherever they happen to land—and Simmons wants to have a good idea beforehand of what they'll be getting for the team.

For the past hour they've been looking through several different shopping sites, looking but not quite agreeing. So far the only thing they haven't bickered over was Coulson's gift: a new walkie-talkie watch that Fitz would be making himself. Everyone else's gifts had been a bit of a problem. They'd already put off Skye and May's gift options, and were now trying to sort out what Ward could possibly like.

Or not hate, as Fitz would say.

"Well what about that?" Fitz says, pointing to the screen.

"Socks, Fitz?!" Simmons scolds. She refuses to be one of those people. "Why don't we just give him a Hallmark card then, and a gift certificate he'll never use!"

"You know, that actually doesn't sound like a bad idea—"

"Fitz!"

"Fine! What do you suggest then?" he exclaims. He knows how Simmons is when it comes to gift-giving and the Christmas season. Everything has to be as special as possible.

Simmons clicks through a few links, puffing air into her cheeks. "Uhh… A leather jacket?"

"Yeah, because what he needs is another leather jacket to add to his collection."

She lets out an exasperated sigh. "Alright, fine! But we are not getting him anything so generic as socks," she says, spitting out the last word.

Fitz's gaze softens at that. Simmons loves Christmas, but the holiday also always put too much stress on her. "Why don't we go back to looking for May or Skye, set Ward aside for later, yeah?"

"Good idea," she nods. Simmons minimizes the window meant for "Ward options" and opens the window with "Skye options", since it has the least number of tabs open and looks much less threatening than May's.

"At least with Skye you can pick out something pink," Fitz mutters under his breath, and then says aloud, "You know what would be a gift that she'd appreciate though?"

"What?"

"If we got her restriction bracelet off."

"Fitz!" Simmons exclaims, and smacks him on his arm.

"I'm just saying!" he says, holding his hands up in defense. "You want to give her something special; that would be special."

"It would also be breaking the rules."

"Oh come on, you've broken the rules for Skye before."

Simmons raises her eyebrow at that, urging him to elaborate.

"You helped her hack into the Hub's mainframe, and you shot Agent Sitwell."

He tries not to laugh when Simmons' eyes widen and her cheeks redden. She hardly considers that incident her finest moment, and feels mortified when someone brings it up.

"That doesn't count," she says, turning her gaze to her laptop. "And I didn't do it for her," she adds softly. "I did it for you."

It's Fitz's turn to blush now, and the air in the room is slowly reaching uncomfortable levels. "Well," he whispers, "you and Skye still make quite a bad girl team."

It would have sounded wrong had he said it to anyone other than Simmons, but the pretty biochemist simply rolls her eyes and resumes clicking through tabs.

"What about these?" Simmons says, and shows him a photo of little Avengers flash drives. "We can get her a Stark and a Thor, one from each of us."

"Yeah, that sounds good," he says, leaning in closer to get a good look at her laptop screen. "What about May?"

Simmons pulls up the "May options" window and frowns. It's even more difficult to find May a gift than Ward. "Does she ever even wear anything other than training clothes and field gear?"

"If she does, I've never seen it," Fitz answers.

"Well then," Simmons says slowly, looking through the open tabs for any good options… no such luck. "Why don't we just make her a super suit then? Like the one we made Mike Peterson."

Fitz shrugs, not wanting to talk more about the still-too-recent recovery of Coulson from Centipede. "Yeah. But why can we make May a suit as her present but I can't just take the ounce off Ward's night-night gun as his?"

Simmons rolls her eyes at him. "Because the gun is part of our job, we're making May a suit simply because we want to."

"Fine," he grumbles, reaching over to find their bowl of pretzels empty. "What d'you say we take a lunch break?"

"But we only have Ward's present left to figure out, it'll only take a moment." Simmons says. Typical Fitz, always looking for food.

"Do you really think it'll only take us moment to figure out a present for Ward?" he shoots back, raising an eyebrow.

Simmons closes her laptop and sighs in defeat. It's not her fault that she and Fitz will take forever to agree on a present for Ward, or that he finished all the snacks on the bed by himself and left her hungry. Fitz is already off the bed and she holds her arm out for him to pull her up, he lets her out the bunk first and follows her to the kitchen.

For Christmas, Ward gets the extra ounce off his gun.

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