DISCLAIMER: Nope.

UPDATE 11/25/15:

Now that I have finished this story, I thought I should tell you guys the chronological order, if it would be easier to read that way. here goes-

Chapter 2

Bobbi's Chapter 14 POV

Chapter 12

Lance's Chapter 4 POV

Chapter 10

Chapter 6

Bobbi's Chapter 9 POV

Lance's Chapter 8 POv

Bobbi's second Chapter 8 POV

Bobbi's first Chapter 8 POV

Chapter 7

Lance's Chapter 9 POV

Chapter 5

Chapter 11

Bobbi's Chapter 4 POV

Chapter 13

Chapter 3

Lance's Chapter 14 POV

Chapter 1

BOBBI

"Lance?" Bobbi called as she dropped her keys into the dish by the front door, "I'm back."

The small apartment was incredibly quiet, which was strange. Normally, Lance had a soccer match blaring from either the main room or their bedroom, and she would have to yell at him to turn it down.

She turned towards the desk and noticed a note there, which she assumed was quickly scrawled in that chicken scratch that he called handwriting to tell her that he ran to the store or something.

As she glanced over the letter, she froze. She picked up the paper and read it time after time until all the words ran together in her head and she needed to sit down.

So she sat on the desk chair, numb. The thin golden band and his keys glared up at her, as did the paper's heading: Lance and Bobbi Hunter. She'd argued with him about taking his name, but they had reached a compromise: Hunter legally, but still Morse at S.H.I.E.L.D. in an attempt to avoid confusion.

Another compromise. She laughed bitterly. Maybe now she'd change it back.

She glanced around their apartment, which was now lacking the very essence of Lance. She quickly discovered that all of his clothes were gone from the closet and dresser, his things cleared out of his desk. All that he'd left behind was his ring, keys, and the damned photos.

Mostly photos of their wedding.

Natasha and Izzy had both helped her pick out her dress, an a-line cream dress that no, Bobbi, is not allowed to have stave holders, according to Natasha. It was a simple ceremony, family and some of his friends from the armed forces and some of hers from S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Fury had even stopped by the reception and had scared Lance shitless. They both looked so happy, so in love in all them. She would have to get rid of those damned things.

She reached for her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Izzy's name came up first and she fought the urge to delete the contact. Izzy was more of Lance's friend than hers, she knew that.

So why did she feel so betrayed?

She kept scrolling until she found Mack's. She almost didn't press the "call" button. As a technician, he was often called out to assist on assignments, meaning he was almost never at the Hub. And if he was, it wasn't likely that he would answer. And it wasn't like she was depressed or anything.

She pressed the button.

"Agent Mackenzie."

"Hey, Mack, it's Barbara," she murmured. Mack was the only person outside of her blood family ever allowed to call her that when it was outside of teasing or… other circumstances. Sometimes, it was just easier to answer the phone that way when she knew it was him.

"I do have caller ID, you know," his deep voice chuckled on the other end. "What's up? I better not have to come reinstall the comms on your quinjet again."

"No, no, I'm just at the apartment in London," she replied, "You are stationed at the Hub, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"He left, Mack."

"You didn't tell me he was getting deployed. Did you? Where to?"

"No, that's not what I meant. He left. He left his ring and his key and all of his stuff is gone." There was silence on the other end, which gave her the chance to dry the tears on her cheeks. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D. specialist, for God's sake, why was she losing control over her emotions like this?

Arguing with someone was one thing; her walls had to be down to be arguing with someone, and when she yelled she usually lost control of her tear ducts. But crying over someone was another thing altogether.

"I will kick his ass."

"No, Alphonso, you will not. You're a big brother, but not my big brother, remember?"

"Right. I'll be there in like two hours, okay? Maybe I'll stop and pick up some ice cream on my way up."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks, Mack."

"Don't mention it. Hang in there, Barbara."

"Please, Mack. I'm fine."

"Yeah, okay," he echoed, but his had a very different tone than hers had. She was just hoping he wouldn't track down Hunter behind her back.

The other line went dead and Bobbi sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. He was gone. He was really, honest-to-God gone.

He didn't say it outright, but she could tell that he was blaming her. He basically said it was all her fault.

"What about you, Hunter?" she said bitterly, "What about you?"

She walked into their room- well, she supposed it was her room now- and slowly slid the two rings off of her finger, watching memories of the last five years slowly fall away.

"Maybe, if you came back, I'd be able to see how you knew that we had no chance at all."