3- Huntinbird's room

Lance: Bobbi is going to kill me

Ward: What have you done?

Lance: Why it must always be my fault?

Mack: because it's always your fault

Tripp: you better run away, dude.

Fitz: yes, I agree

Lance: I hate you all

"When I get out of this bathroom I already want to see you dress up, no kidding."

It would be easy if Lance could find his fucking bow tie. It was rare that Lance Hunter let anyone to see him dressed as a perfect dandy. Heck, he doesn't even know if he could be considered a real agent, and he was still invited.

It was still Skye's memory when Bobbi locked him out of the door of their room, as well as mama Hunter had made him, and she had had the misfortune to open the door. Grant, as a good room- neighbor , he had to lend him a pair of his boxers and had let him sleep on the sofa of their room. And that was just one of many embarrassing things that had befallen him since he was part of that team.

But one thing had happened: He was back with Bobbi. A quick wedding in Las Vegas after a mission and Bobbi had again become Mrs. Hunter.

And then, She was damn good with a pregnant belly. Almost everyone didn't know it, but Lance Hunter was an incurable romantic and already imagined what little face his baby girl could have.

God, he hoped really she would take everything from Bobbi. A little girl with his features would be chilling.

"Your daughter is driving me crazy" said Bobbi, from inside the bathroom.

"Do you want me to use my charms to soothe the little Izzie as I always do?" Asked Lance.

"Nice try, Hunter. You will not see my dress until I'm ready "said Bobbi, partly covered by the noise of the hairdryer.

"Oh" said Lance, feigning offended "This hurts me in my future father's pride. And why you are all so mysterious? "

"What do you mean?"

"Ward told me that even Skye hides her dress, although he saw a very suspicious box a few days ago. Fitz told me that Simmons waited until the last minute to buy her's and it seems that May takes her behind a couple of doors who only she knows the code. What's underneath? "

"Secret pact with the girls" Bobbi said simply.

"Are you gonna to comment our stupid faces in your typical girls' night?"

"Oh honey" Bobbi said "You know me so well"

Finally, Lance was able to find his bow tie under Bobbi's batons. Narrow escape.

He tied it with precision, hoping to look like a secret agent, even if he would be most likely looked like a waiter.

"Oh, you put yourself in shooting like all the mens, or no sex for a week." It was Bobbi's ultimatum.

Well, at least he would not sleep on the couch in the common room, or on the Room of Skye and Ward that night. (It happened more often than Lance wanted to admit)

His hair was slicked back with pomade and Lance already regretted his so skillfully disheveled hair. The leather shoes were awfully tight but overall the result wasn't so bad.

He wore the most classic suite that the anonymous shopping center in Ohio where they had stopped to shop could offer, but if his wife wanted him to dress up, he would made an effort.

Bobbi's dress, like the other girls, was still shrouded in mystery. Lance could swear he saw an indistinct black mess protrude from the case attached to the bathroom, just before Bobbi show him away.

"I heard that also Captain Rogers would be there" said Lance absorbed. It's certainly not to say it was Skye the one who told him. After all, she had spent only a week singing "I will meet Captain America" like a broken record (Such pseudo adoptive father, such god-daughter).

"Even Stark and Pepper." Said Bobbi "And Clint and Natasha"

Interesting. Clint Burton, one of the most deadly agents of the shield and Bobbi's ex husband, would be present.

After all, Lance had a lot in common with him. Both had had the "misfortune" of marrying Barbara Morse least once in their life, even Lance had also remarried her and knock her up, and most probably all in the same night.

But now Burton only had eyes for Romanoff. And Lance would never blame him.

"I'm hearing you think from here, Lancelott" Bobbi said, appearing in the doorway.

And it was like seeing a damn blond angel. Even six months pregnant, Bobbi continued to amaze him. The long black dress well put emphasize on her now softer figure, remaining damn sexy thanks to a dizzying neckline and a sexy pair of gold epaulets. In addition, her long curls were styled in a manner that was certainly not helping the poor Lance.

"You're going to be amazed much longer?" Bobbi asked, raising her hair to make him close the zipper.

"You're beautiful" said Lance, kissing her bare shoulder.

"I've understand it from your stupid expression, Hunter"

"No really. You're breathtaking "said Lance," I would put you pregnant, if I didn't already done it"

"Obviously this is the most I can ask as a compliment," Bobbi said, kissing him on the lips, a bit 'to get him to stop talking, and a little' because he was so damn adorable when he stuttered.

Arrived at the party, the poor Captain Rogers was bombarded with questions from an excited Skye, Ward was getting awfully pleasant company with Sergeant Barnes, Dr. Banner was amiably conversing with two very excited Fitzsimmons and Stark was dancing with Pepper, making sure that all of them was looking. Thor was also present while May seemed to have turned into a teenager in his presence (which annoyed Coulson to death). Bobbi also noted Natasha and Clint, in the middle of the dance floor.

Romanoff was wearing a provocative red dress, but other than that she was trying to wake up an incredibly drunk Clint, and she didn't envied her at all.

"Relax" Lance whispered "You're the most beautiful of all of them"

And Bobbi began seriously to believe it.

A/N:I don't know if you noticed that lately I'm obsessed with Huntingbird. However, I salute you. This is my last fic before the holidays! See you in September.

A kiss

jess