Fitz had it all planned out. He had it down to the minute. The team would be walking back to the plane after just completing their mission. Everyone, including Jemma, would be hyped up on post-mission adrenaline. He would get down on one knee in the cargo hold, pull out the small velvet box that had been hiding in his drawer for the past two months, and ask her to marry him. Right where they'd started their journey into the craziness that was their current life.

What he didn't expect was the insane Gifteds that their mission entailed.

[10:35 am, 17 June]

The team was crowded around the small table in the briefing room of the base. Coulson was busy telling everyone about the mission.

"There's a base in Portugal that is currently holding about 12 Gifteds. We need to get them out. Alive," he added, looking at May and Bobbi.

Shouldn't be too hard, Fitz thought, still eagerly listening for what he and Jemma would be doing.

"Fitz, you'll be disabling the security system, and Simmons, you'll be there for medical attention." Coulson said, and with that, both Fitz and Simmons promptly tuned out the rest of what he was saying. It probably didn't matter anyways.

"We'll be leaving tomorrow morning at 9 am sharp, got it?" There was a chorus of agreement and a unanimous head nod.

[8:50 am, 18 June]

Both Fitz and Simmons now stood in their tactical gear, surrounded by the rest of the team, preparing for takeoff. The little box was burning a hole in Fitz's backpack, but he knew he should wait. Besides, his plan wouldn't work if he pulled it out now.

May left for the cockpit and everyone went to their customary takeoff spots. Not that it really mattered, as long as they were sitting down. Fitz and Simmons made their way to the couch in the common area of the Bus. Jemma sat down next to Fitz and pressed herself into his side. She took his hand in hers and gave it a firm squeeze, while he pressed a kiss to her temple. This routine had become customary whenever they went on a mission now that they were dating.

It took twenty minutes to get to their landing spot in Portugal, and as soon as they landed, the team made their way down to the cargo bay. Fitz and Simmons stood hand in hand while Coulson made sure everyone knew what they were doing.

"Got it?" Coulson asked when he finished.

Everyone silently agreed and set off.

"Be careful, Jemma," Fitz said.

"Don't die out there," she replied, channeling Lance and Bobbi. She placed a quick kiss on his lips and followed Coulson out of the plane.

[1:30 pm]

"Whoever decided that luring the Gifteds back to the plane is an idiot!" Fitz yelled as he ran to the plane, followed by his teammates, and twelve Gifteds.

"That would be Coulson," Lance yelled back.

There was the sound of loud pops as everyone realized that the Gifteds were in fact armed.

"How the hell did they get guns?" Skye screamed.

"Don't know, just run!" someone yelled back. Fitz was too busy running to keep track of who was screaming what.

Suddenly, a scream rang out. Fitz knew that scream. Jemma. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. Hunter and Coulson were already trying to pick her up and carry her to the plane, which, luckily, was not too far away.

The team ran into the plane's cargo bay, and locked themselves in the lab. May ran as fast as she could to the cockpit, and as soon as all twelve Gifteds were in the bay, Coulson slammed the ramp up. Six of them were locked in the lab, while one was locked in the safety of the cockpit.

Coulson and Hunter worked to lift Jemma onto the table so Fitz and Bobbi could examine her wounds. She'd been shot twice in the leg, and Fitz prayed to whomever would listen that she would live.

After five minutes, Jemma's leg was bandaged up and she was sitting up on the table. However, there was still the issue of the Gifteds banging on the glass doors.

Well, Fitz thought, reaching for the box in his backpack, no time like the present. Looking back, he wouldn't know what got into him

"Uh, Jemma, this is probably a bad time," he said, fiddling with the box behind his back, "but marry me?"

He pulled the box out from behind his back and opened it. Jemma's mouth fell open, and her hand moved up to cover her mouth. She glanced around her surroundings. It certainly was a bad time. But that didn't stop Fitz from proposing and it certainly wasn't going to stop her.

"Yes, of course!' She said excitedly, jumping off the counter to kiss him. She placed her lips on his, but her knees buckled. Fitz caught her and helped her back up to the counter. He placed the ring on her finger, and leaned up to kiss her again, her arms lacing behind his neck.