"That's more Fitz than me," she admits, the bittersweet manner of saying it hitting her harder than she expected. "He's engineering. I'm biochem," she says, a faint echo of how they'd been introduced to Ward all those years back. "I'm no slouch. I can always take a look, but Fitz is the one you want for repairs of that nature. At least, when he's in fighting shape."
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