Author's note:

Welcome to a new story! Co-writer, Sanctuaria. Huntingbird fic!

Summary for story: Lance Hunter and Bobbi Morse are not a normal couple, so what makes you think their engagement would be normal? Can these two successfully go from the proposal to the wedding without any delays? How does Hunter joining S.H.I.E.L.D. change their dynamics?

I hope you enjoy the story! I will post every Monday!

The proposal

Bobbi walked down the pathway to her home from the car, inserted her key, and opened the apartment door. "Don't shoot; it's just me," she heard Hunter's voice and quickly walked inside to demand why he was there.

Hunter was seated on the couch, icing his left hand as he watched the TV play an old western film. He was sitting in pyjama bottoms only. Slight bruising on his jaw and lower ribs indicated he had recently been in a fight. However, the relaxed expression on his face and position of his body showed he wasn't in a great deal of pain and didn't see himself in any imminent danger.

Which was odd, because he was in her apartment uninvited; that usually ended more than painfully for the intruder.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, coming into the room and mercilessly hitting mute on the TV. Hey, it was her TV.

"I'm here to surprise you," Hunter lied, but instantly provided the truth. "Your apartment was closer and I needed to use… the bathroom."

"And decided to make yourself at home?" Bobbi questioned with a raised eyebrow. "And I didn't give you a key-how did you get in?"

"I-" Hunter started but hesitated for a long moment. "I haven't made a mess anywhere. My clothes had a bit of blood on them, and my shoes were muddy. I thought you would appreciate me taking them off, and then I decided you wouldn't like if I just sat around naked, so I put on some pyjama pants; I left them here last time. Thank you for washing them, by the way." He rambled.

She cocked her head, coming around the couch to sit beside him. "Are you okay?" she asked with a frown. "You're not acting like...you."

"I'm fine," Hunter replied offering her a smile. "I am just trying to be considerate… also, if I annoyed you, you'd probably hang me upside down and gut me."

Bobbi cast a teasing glance his way before standing up again, going to put her work stuff away. "You think I'd need to bother hanging you upside down in order to gut you?"

Hunter grinned at her, "Yeah, too much effort."

"What happened to your hand?" she asked as she hung her coat on the wall.

Hunter removed the ice from his hand and threw it onto the table. "I punched somebody," he responded shortly, before adding, "multiple times."

"Anybody I know?"

"Hopefully not."

"Or know of," she amended, returning to her seat. She held out her hand. "Let me see."

Hunter instantly held his hand out to her, turning his body to face her, "Not that I know of," he replied.

She examined his hand, her fingers running lightly over the contusions. "Well, at least you didn't break anything. Where'd you punch him?"

Hunter watched her fingers running over his hand, "His face… ribs… legs… back…" he listed, taking a moment between each area in thought.

She raised an eyebrow; this sounded like one serious fight. "And where was your gun?"

"By the fireplace," Hunter replied. "But I wasn't there to kill him, I don't do assassinations… usually."

"What were you there to do?" Bobbi asked curiously.

"I can't tell you, sorry. Confidentiality," Hunter responded apologetically.

She laughed. "Confidential, that's usually what I'm telling you. Who were you working for?"

"I can't tell you that either," Hunter admitted. "How was your day?"

"Classified," Bobbi replied cheekily.

Hunter laughed, "Of course it is." He pulled her closer, "Can I ask if you're okay? Or is that classified too?"

She smiled. "Why wouldn't I be okay? You're the injured one."

"Doesn't mean I can't still wonder about you," Hunter replied, setting a lingering kiss onto her temple.

"I'm fine; thanks for asking," she said, twisting so that his lips caught hers instead.

Hunter leaned down a bit more to kiss her more deeply before pulling out, "By the way, I'll pay for the window I broke to get in here."

"Pay for the—" her head whipped up, looking around for the shattered glass.

Hunter laughed. "Relax, I'm joking," he informed her, running a hand up and down her arm.

"Not funny," she informed him.

Hunter planted a small kiss on her lips and hovered, "Forgive me?"

"Hmm, it'll take a few more kisses for that to happen…"

Hunter instantly responded by kissing her again, interrupting her words. "Wait here," he said, standing up and jogging around the couch to his bag which was placed to one side. He rummaged through it, then looked up to grin at her before hiding something in his hand and jumping over the back of the couch and landed next to her. Without hesitation he draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for another kiss. "Do you forgive me yet?"

"Depends what's in your hand," she said, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Hunter pulled Bobbi a bit closer, before placing his hand in front of them and opening it, to reveal the velvet box. "Forgive me yet?" he asked, not opening the box.

She stared down at it, heart pounding. "Hunter…"

Hunter had to almost hug her to be able to open the box, unable to do it with one hand like he planned. He then repositioned his hand in front of them, so she could see there was actually an engagement ring nestled inside. "Will you-"

"Yes." She paused at his open-mouthed expression. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were asking me to marry you."

"-marry me," he finished lamely before grinning. "I was expecting you to say no," he admitted.

"Then you're stupid," she replied before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Hunter immediately responded to the kiss for only a few moments before pulling back, "Did you want the ring?" he asked, grinning at her and before she had chance to answer, placed a longer, deeper kiss against her lips.

"Kiss first, ring later," she replied breathlessly.

Hunter leaned away from her for a second, to set the ring down on the table before flipping her onto her back and kissing her again, "As you wish."

Hunter and Bobbi were laying on her bed. They had just woken up a few minutes ago, both smiling. "We're engaged," Hunter reminded her, taking ahold of her hand. His face went puzzled before he laughed. "I think we forgot to put the ring on your finger yesterday."

She laughed too. "Yeah, I think we did." Her smile turned into a slight frown of confusion as she looked around. "Do you remember where you put it?"

"On the table… in the other room, I'll get it," Hunter said, jumping up. He hesitated and started to put on some clothes, but changed his mind and ran out. He returned a minute later and jumped onto the bed beside her holding out the box. "Found it."

"Good," Bobbi smiled, holding out her hand, "because I didn't remember seeing it after…" She didn't even have to complete the sentence before he knew exactly what she was talking about. Her smile turned mischievous. "Although, you know, if we had lost it...might have been worth it anyway."

Hunter laughed in response, he slid the ring onto her finger, tossing the box aside, "I agree with that. How about an encore?"

"Mm, okay," she murmured, leaning in to give him a kiss. Her phone rang.

"Don't answer it," Hunter muttered as he leant down and kissed her neck.

"Have to," Bobbi sighed, pulling away and picking the phone up off the nightstand. She put her hand on his face to stop him as he approached her neck again. "Hey, you remember last time you distracted me while I was on a S.H.I.E.L.D. call? Don't: that was not a fun conversation trying to explain myself to Deputy Director Hill later."

"You enjoyed it," Hunter pointed out.

She rolled her eyes and shushed him, answering. "Morse."

"Bobbi, it's Coulson," the man on the other end of the line greeted her. "We've got a situation we need you to come in for. Time sensitive."

"I'll be right there," Bobbi replied, already sliding her legs out of bed and opening her drawer to find some appropriate clothing. "See you then." She hit end on the call and tossed the phone back onto the bed, pulling on a pair of pants.

Hunter moved almost as quickly as Bobbi did, sliding behind her and wrapping his arms around her from behind, "Do you have to go? You have two hours before you're supposed to be at work."

"There's a situation of some sort," Bobbi told him, shrugging him off. "It sounds serious." She finished getting dressed and headed into the bathroom to send a quick brush through her hair. "You know I'd stay with you if I could. But hey, maybe I'll be able to use this as leverage with Coulson and get him to give me a couple real days off…"

"That would be nice," Hunter replied, giving her a smile. "We could use it for our honeymoon, getting a couple of days seems realistic with your schedule."

She laughed, coming out of the bathroom. "I was hoping to get those few days a bit sooner than our honeymoon...besides, I'm taking a good two weeks off for that or more. If Coulson wants to come to our wedding at all, he'd better sign off on it."

Hunter laughed. "Good luck with that." He pulled on some pants and looked around before looking up at her. "How about I come to work with you?" he asked.

She picked up his shirt from the floor and threw it at him before exiting the bedroom and making a beeline for her go-bag and the front door. "Join S.H.I.E.L.D., and be my guest," she called behind her. Leaning down, she grasped the handle of her bag and lifted it, mentally checking the weight to know that everything she needed-her staves, her Mockingbird tac suit-were in there. "Bye, Lance!"

"You never know! I might! Bye Bob!" Hunter called back in reply.

She scoffed as she shut the door behind her. "Yeah, right." Bobbi headed down the stairs and out onto the open street, finding her car and driving to work.

"So this means you're moving in here, right?" Bobbi asked as she set a bag of groceries on the counter.

Hunter looked up at her, confusion covering his features as he finished his mouthful of crisps. "What?" he asked dumbly.

"We're engaged now, so why keep paying for two apartments?" she pointed out, opening the fridge to put the vegetables away.

"Right, of course," Hunter said, nodding slightly. "So… when'd you want to move your things?"

She smiled. "Move my things? What, you have that much stuff, Hunter?"

Hunter laughed, "How are you going to move into mine if you don't move your things?" he questioned, eating more crisps.

"Who said anything about moving into yours?" Bobbi asked, incredulity lacing her tone.

Hunter threw the crisp packet away, "You said you wanted to move in with each other," he stated matter-of-factly.

"No, I said, 'So this means you're moving in here, right?'" she repeated, using the exact same inflection as before.

"Why would I move in here? My place is nicer," he responded instantly.

She scoffed. "You're kidding, right?"

"What's there to kid about?" Hunter asked rhetorically. "Why should I move into here?"

"Because it's bigger. Cleaner. Doesn't have a neighbor across the hall who likes getting his newspaper in the morning before he puts on his pants." Bobbi laughed. "No reason."

Hunter frowned as he looked around the apartment, "But this place isn't homey, it's too…" He paused, "boring. It's like something in the military with its grey walls. My place as character in it, with neighbours who are up in the mornings and nights if anything were to go wrong."

"If anything were to go wrong, you really think old Mr. Hodgens across the hall is going to be able to help with something a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and an international mercenary can't do on their own?" Bobbi rolled her eyes.

"So, you want me to uplift my life and just move into here, leaving the home I chose for this place, which I had no choice over?" Hunter questioned.

Not laughing now, she raised an eyebrow. "And you want me to do the same? You've only lived there for a few months, Lance-this apartment has been my home for three years."

Hunter huffed dramatically, "Fine, you win. I'll move in here." She had won the battle...a little too easily.

Her eyes narrowed. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," Hunter responded with an innocent smile as he stepped closer to her. "I love you and want you to be happy. If that means moving in here, I'm willing to do it," he said too sweetly.

"Uh huh," Bobbi iterated suspiciously. She scrutinized him carefully, but found herself unable to read him. But she'd never known Hunter to give in that easily-especially since a lot of their fights ended in sex, the opposite of an incentive not to have them-so there had to be a catch. Somewhere. Bobbi switched tactics. "Okay," she agreed brightly. "Glad that's settled. So I'll ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to loan us some vans to move your stuff with next time I have a day off."

Hunter chuckled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck, "No need for that, love. All my stuff's either here or in my car."

"So when you were accusing me of having an apartment that was too bare…"

"Yeah… I haven't had an apartment for a couple of weeks, if I wasn't here or on a mission, I stayed in a motel-which wasn't that often," Hunter admitted sheepishly. "I wasn't staying there, seemed pointless to pay the rent."

"And so you instigated a meaningless fight because…" Her eyes widened with the realization, and she strode towards him. Bobbi thrust a finger into the center of his chest. "You wanted us to fight and then have sex!"

"I am offended you think that low of me, if I had wanted that, I wouldn't have given in so quickly. Where would that get me?" Hunter asked her rhetorically.

"You gave in because I was going to find out you didn't really have an apartment and then you would have been in real trouble," she accused.

"I haven't had an apartment for over a month, you didn't work it out in that time. So much for being a super-spy," Hunter retorted instantly.

"If my fiancé is one of the people I have to spy on, I need a new fiancé," Bobbi told him.

Hunter grinned at her, "Fiancé." He stated, "nice ring to that, don't you think?"

She smiled. Ring.

"Off-track… surely, you would notice that your fiance was technically homeless."

"Mm…" she paused. "What I am noticing is this fiancé starting another fight after he was forced to end the last one prematurely. Nice try, Hunter."

"What if I drop the milk all over the floor?" he tried. "All over your clean washing?"

She smiled sweetly. "Then I kick you out of my nice apartment and call in a favor to Maria to repossess your car."

Hunter laughed and step forward, right up against her. "What if I kissed you?"

Her lips curved upwards in spite of herself. "Then...I might be persuaded."

He leant forward, his lips just touching hers, "I love you." He muttered before kissing her, a hand sliding around to the small of her back and the other tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

She paused, pulling away from him. "Is this a real 'I love you' or another I-want-to-have-sex 'I love you'?"

Hunter licked his lips, "Well, I do love you. It's always real when I say it, because you're just," he paused, "Wow. The most amazing person ever, and I love you-but I wouldn't mind having sex."

"Caught you," she whispered as she leaned in, taking his lips with hers again.

Hunter grinned into the kiss, pulling her flush against him.

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