You know what I really loved? That Fitz didn’t just lose it when Simmons fell out the Bus. There was none of the weeping or wailing that I would have expected/written; instead, this 110 pound scientist with noodles for muscles (sorry Iain) is like, NOPE. We’re going to Plan F: Parachute, and if that doesn’t work then by golly I’ll think of a Plan G.
Bravery in unusual places is such a beautiful thing.