(I'm not entirely read into all SHIELD protocols so I have no idea if this is realistic, would Bobbi get picked up at her house for a mission? Who knows. I'm not going to comment on the timeline of when this happened exactly either because timelines are just weird. I hope you'll enjoy the story any way.)
"You do realise Halloween is not for another two months, right?" Hunter says as he enters his living room, noticing the strange man on his couch. He's wearing some kind of body tight suit decorated with stars and stripes. Very patriotic. Leaning against the side of the couch stood a shield decorated with red and blue stripes and a star. Hunter almost shook his head, the Americans and their flag.. S.H.I.E.L.D. attracts some weird types, he shouldn't be surprised really. The man on his couch looks up at the Halloween comment, completely oblivious to the sarcasm in Hunter's tone he replies: "yes, I'm aware. Why?" Hunter shakes his head, should he trust people who don't know sarcasm to have his wife's back? That something he could demand right? "Never mind, stars 'n stripes." On the other hand, maybe it was better if the handsome men his stunning wife worked with were humourless shells.
When Mister America gets up there's something else he can't help but notice: how muscled this man is. It's ridiculous really, shoulders that broad must slow him down. Mister America politely holds out his hand, "Steve Rogers." Hunter shakes the hand and introduces himself. Of course, he could've known that there wasn't just any Mister America sitting on his couch, but the Captain America himself. As he walks over to the kitchen to make coffee, Steve stays standing. "So, you're here to steal my wife?" Hunter breaks the uncomfortable silence, if anyone asks he absolutely is not intimidated by this man with a few muscles and a ridiculous suit. "I'm sorry," Steve Rogers replies, and he sounds very sincere. Hunter grins. "Yeah, good luck, mate. I'll be watching football, I'll translate for you: good ol' soccer, with a beer while you have to put up with that demonic hell beast." Steve's eyes widened, if only slightly. If Captain America hadn't seemed out of place in his living room before, now it was obvious Cap himself felt out of place.
"Don't get me wrong, I love her. But breaks like this are probably what make our marriage work," Hunter continued. In truth, he hated it when she was gone. But that was none of Steve Rogers business. "Now, tell me Captain America," he said, not able to keep the mocking tone out of his voice when he pronounced Steve's title. "That suit, and the colours, not very discrete is it?" To his surprise, Steve Rogers laughed. Lance Hunter never thought seventy year old fossils could laugh. He hides his surprise with some politeness, and offers the other man coffee. Before Steve can answer with a voice that, if you ask Hunter, is way too deep, Bobbi walks in. "Yes, thank you," she grins, taking Hunter's coffee out of his hand. Hunter's protests only earn him a smirk, no coffee. His wife is in full tactical suit too, only hers is black. Not tighter than Steve's. Seriously, why would someone voluntarily wear something like that? To show off their six pack?
Bobbi downs the coffee in one sip, and sets it on the counter. "I hope my husband here didn't bother you too much," Bobbi tells her temporary work partner. "Oh, no of course not," Steve says quickly. Hunter is tempted to ask Cap if sarcasm wasn't invented yet back in forties, would that be crossing the line? One look at Bobbi told him that she'd probably see it as crossing the line.
Bobbi grabs a granola bar and turns around to suggest they leave when Hunter's arm is suddenly around her waist and he kisses her passionately. He's usually much grumpier when she has to go in early in the morning like this, but if Steve's presence makes him kiss her like that she should invite Cap over more often.
Hunter is very pleased with the uncomfortable look on Steve's way too symmetrical face after he pulls back from the kiss. The beautiful face in question picks up his shield, and Hunter wonders how someone can move that gracefully and still look so manly.
"Ready to go?" Steve Rogers asks. Bobbi nods and attaches her staves to her back, she quickly pecks her husband's lips, to reassure him in a way he'll only admit needing when he's very drunk. Steve nods at Hunter, "nice meeting you, Lance." Hunter sighs inwardly, no one is that polite. Maybe that's what all the fuss is about then? This guy is muscled and polite. Then this man should've just stayed a comic book character, really. "Yes, lovely to put a real face to the oh-so-famous name," Hunter replies. As Steve makes his way to the door, Hunter tells his wife, "don't die out there, love." Bobbi flashes him one of her blinding smiles. "See you," she told him, never putting a time stamp to when she'd be back because when did anything ever go according to plan in their line of work.
Hunter might or might not have flexed his muscles at the mirror once later that day to make sure that he's no Captain America, but he's not so bad himself.
A/N: This was inspired by and interview with Ian De Caestecker and Nick Blood at MCM London Comic Con. The question they were asked was "what do you think your characters would do if they ever actually met an Avenger?"
So, some credits for the idea to that then. It's an adorable interview, if you're ever bored you should watch it. And that's about it, I have some chapters about the other Avengers too. If anyone's interested I'm planning on posting those too, soon.