Summer started to laugh in earnest; Fitz sounded like Tony trying to explain an explosion in the workshop. “I’m still trying to figure out how it just happens in a lab! What kind of work are you doing in there!?” she managed.
“Well, it’s… active lab work,” he explained, screwing up his face. “Shooting ranges. Weapons testing. Some people… like to play pranks on me? Painful, painful pranks?”
“Leo Fitz, you are trying to have me on.” She shook a finger at him. “I know perfectly well you aren’t allowed on the ranges around here without earplugs. Come on, give. The truth.” The shaking finger curled into a ‘gimme’ gesture.