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So, the chapters technically a day late... but an hour or so! Sorry!
Bobbi heard the door open and smiled to herself; it wasn't often she was here to greet him after work. But with Hunter joining S.H.I.E.L.D. now… "Hey," she greeted him with a smile in the entryway. "How was your nineteenth day at the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Agency?"
"Let's just say… I'm happy to be home," he replied as he half dropped, half threw his bag to the side.
She laughed. "That bad, huh?"
"I wouldn't say bad, per se," Hunter replied with a small shrug, placing a quick kiss on her forehead. "But I'd definitely prefer it if you were training me."
"Agent Hand can be a bit of a hardass," Bobbi nodded. "But I could help you get a leg up, if you wanted."
Hunter looked at her and smirked. "I wouldn't say no to that. They did mention advancing me after a few months, because of all of my past training. But S.H. .D. is definitely different...I'd love your help."
"Okay then," Bobbi agreed. "But first I need to know what you can do. Push-ups, for example."
"Now? You wanted to do it now? I've literally just finished four hours of intense training, which included push-ups and pull-ups and hand to hand combat," Hunter asked, running a hand over his head and pulling his best 'I'm tired' face.
"Yoga instead, then," Bobbi amended with a smile.
Hunter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at her, "S.H.I. . training involves yoga? I must not have reached that level… you're messing with me, right?" He questioned.
"Of course it does. Yoga is all about flexibility, and more importantly, concentration. Concentration is a core skill for a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."
Hunter removed his jacket, "Fine, what do you want me to do?"
"Take your shoes off too," Bobbi advised. He did so. "Balance on one leg and put your other foot on the side of your knee or however high up it will go. Raise your arms above your head and put your palms together; hold the position."
Hunter stared at her for a long moment, he lifted one leg and then put it back down, "What?" he asked. "Can you show me?"
Bobbi grinned and did the position, waiting for him to mirror her. "Come on, it's not that hard."
Hunter mirrored her, although, had to rest his hand on the wall to keep himself balanced. "Can't I just watch you doing yoga?" he asked with a smirk. She rolled her eyes, snapping her fingers at him.
"Hand off the wall; you're not learning any balance that way," she said.
He let go off the wall, only to have to replace it and repeat the process a few times, only being able to balance for about 5 seconds maximum, "Are they any easier positions?" he asked.
"Plenty," Bobbi replied off-handedly. "Lie on your back and bend your knees until they're up against your chest with your calves and feet going straight up into the air. Clasp your hands on the sides of your feet." She demonstrated, then stood up again to help him get into the correct position should he need it.
Hunter watched her intently and it was only after she had stood back up, did he drop down onto his back and pull his knees to his chest, although, his feet were not pointing up into the air, "How about we eat something instead?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes again, barely able to keep from laughing. "Just hold the position, Lance. It's called the Happy Baby Pose; it shouldn't be that hard."
"In case you hadn't noticed… I'm not a baby," Hunter pointed out, resting his head on the ground.
"Could've fooled me," Bobbi teased, offering her hand to him to pull him up.
Hunter let his feet hit the ground before sitting up and taking her hand, he mainly pulled himself up, "Unlike a baby, I can go to the bathroom by myself—or should I get you to help me with that?"
"Congratulations, you have mastered the toilet," Bobbi laughed. "Very impressive. So what you're saying is that, because of your amazing bathroom skills, you need something a bit more sophisticated to do?"
"I'd love to do something grown up," Hunter replied pulling her a bit closer with the hand that had helped him up.
She shook her head, smiling. "Sorry, Lance, being able to go to the bathroom by yourself doesn't make you a grown-up. I think you've progressed to the six-to-ten year-old stage." She snapped her fingers at him, looking at him expectantly. "Élevé."
"I'm sure I'm older than that," Hunter replied, his face turning confused at her command. "Uhh… bless you?"
"Élevé," Bobbi repeated, sweeping her hands in an upward motion.
Hunter stepped away from her to avoid her arms, he looked at her like she was crazy, but nevertheless copied her movements, more intrigued than anything.
"No, no," Bobbi laughed. "The arms aren't the movement, I just wanted you to do it. An élevé is a relevé without a demi-plié."
Hunter stepped towards her again, placing his hands on her hips and looking her directly in the eyes, "I have no idea what you are talking about." He admitted.
"It's French," Bobbi supplied helpfully. "Well, garbled French. It's ballet."
"You know French?" Hunter asked interested at this new piece of information. "Wait… ballet?"
"I've picked a bit up," she revealed. "Je suis sûr que je peux parler plus français que vous. Et oui, nous faisons ballet."
"I didn't think it would be possible to be more attracted to you," Hunter commented, giving her a small kiss.
"Aimez-vous quand je parle français?" Bobbi asked, then repeated in just a French accent so he could understand her, "You like it when I speak French?"
"Oui," Hunter confirmed.
"Dono yō ni watashi wa nihongo o hanasu toki ni wa?" she said. "Или русский. O español. O italiano."
Hunter simply pulled her closer and kissed her, "Was that the same language?" he mumbled against her lips, wrapping his arms more securely around her waist.
"Non, certainement pas," she said, switching back to French. Bobbi pushed him away lightly, shaking her head. "Hey, this is completely inappropriate behavior between ballet teacher and student. Back to dancing, Mister."
"You're not a ballet teacher and I'm not doing ballet," Hunter pointed out. "So, how about we go back to the inappropriate behaviour?" he suggested, although, he didn't step back towards her.
"Right now I am and we are," Bobbi told him. "Again, élevé."
Hunter sighed, "What's an eleve?"
"Stand with your feet at a right angle to each other, then rise on your tip-toes without bending your legs," she instructed.
"You want me to… No, how the hell is that supposed to help me with S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Hunter questioned with a shake of his head.
"It's all about balance," Bobbi told him. "Besides...Clint would be able to do it."
Hunter's face instantly darkened, "Clint? Your ex Clint?" he asked with a deep frown, but put his feet into first position regardless and attempted to rise on his tip-toes, however, his balance wasn't that good. He held onto the wall again to balance himself and only raised two inches off the ground.
"Good enough," Bobbi laughed. "I can see from your expression how very much you want to continue, so a relevé is the same thing, but starting with your knees bent." She demonstrated.
Hunter glared at her, bending his knees as he raised into his tip-toes, he was somehow able to balance better in this position, "Can we never talk about your ex again?"
"You mean my partner at S.H.I.E.L.D.?" She laughed. "I think you're going to have to get used to him, Lance. You'll probably see him with me a lot on the base. In fact, I'm sure you'll get to meet him at some point."
"Is it too late to drop out of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Hunter asked, sounding serious. "I'd rather not see you with the guy you used to shag—and don't deny it, Bob."
"It's not too late, but you know that's over and done with, Lance," she said honestly. "It's history. I'm with you now; you don't have to worry about Clint."
Hunter sighed, "So, eleve… releve," He repeated, doing the movements. "What's next?" he asked, but didn't comment on Clint anymore or respond to her assurance.
Bobbi left the ballet alone for a moment, stepping closer to him and taking his hand. "Hey, Lance… You know there's nothing going on anymore between me and Clint, right?"
Hunter stood up fully, "I trust you, Bob. I know you wouldn't do anything… but you are also you; Every damn person in S.H.I. . wants you, literally, every single one of them. And you happened to be partnered up with the guy that has actually seen you— I know guys and I know this Clint guy probably still looks at you in that way. That I will never be okay with," He admitted.
"Clint's been nothing but respectful since we broke up," Bobbi replied. "And the reason we're partnered up is that we're the best."
"I just wish it could be with somebody who didn't stand a chance with you if we were ever to break up," Hunter said with a shrug. "Just do me one favour."
"He doesn't stand a chance," Bobbi gave a small laugh. "We've been down that route before, and we're not going to make that mistake again. And I don't plan on breaking up with you; I wouldn't have said yes to your proposal if I was." She took a breath. "What's the favor?"
Hunter looked down at her hand, holding the one with the ring on a bit tighter. "If you catch him looking at you, tell him you're pregnant—even if you're not, just because I think that would be funny." He cracked a smile, looking at her.
"And get myself benched? I don't think so," Bobbi laughed. "Besides, do you really want him associating our recent engagement with me being pregnant?"
"Fine…punch him in the nose?" He then suggested.
"Another wonderful way to get benched," she rolled her eyes. "He doesn't look at me like that, Lance. I promise you he doesn't."
"Trust me, everybody looks at you like that," Hunter told her seriously. "Darren talks about you non-stop now and the only time he's seen you in real life, you were kissing me."
"Yes, well, Darren isn't a representative of all guys," Bobbi said. "He's way younger than Clint, and from what I've seen, less professional and less mature."
"I didn't say it was just guys, Bob. And Darren isn't the only person who has you on their top five list. Seriously, you and Black Widow are the most sought-after women in all of S.H.I.E.L.D." Hunter informed her. "So, I don't believe for a second that Clint doesn't at least check you out on occasion."
Bobbi laughed. "Funny that you would bring her up—Clint's much more interested in her by my count. Besides, by your line of thinking, shouldn't I be worried about you checking out Romanoff when I'm not around? And weren't you playing hot-or-not with Darren when I discovered you were with S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place?"
"Firstly, I don't even know what she looks like," Hunter informed her. "And secondly, I haven't slept with any of the people who I was rating—apart from you, of course. And none of them can compete with you on any level… I love you."
"And I love you," Bobbi responded. "And not Clint in that way anymore, okay? So you have nothing to worry about." She smiled. "If it makes you feel better, I promise if he ever makes a move on me, I'll break his nose."
Hunter smiled and kissed her. "That is all I ask," he replied before adding, "That… and can we order pizza?"
"But we're not done training!" Bobbi exclaimed, then laughed at the expression on his face. "Yes, we can order pizza."
Hunter trudged up to the apartment, his bag in one hand as he stifled a yawn. He wondered if Bobbi was still at S.H.I.E.L.D. If she was, then hopefully he could get a few hours sleep. Glancing at the time, he wondered why they were all let out early, but he wasn't complaining. With one fluid motion, he unlocked the front door and walked in. He was barely three feet in, before freezing in shock at the sight in front of him; his eyes wide.
"Hey," Bobbi greeted him without looking up from her seat on the floor. "How was your day?" Magazines were spread out in a flurry all around her, opened to pictures of dresses and cakes and...lingerie? Okay, that one he didn't mind so much.
"What-what are you doing?" Hunter asked her as he dropped his bag and walked into the room fully. He sat down on the edge of the couch, looking at the open magazines.
"Just some research," she said dismissively, glancing up at him. His shock must have shown on his face more than in his voice, because she asked, "What?"
"Research for… what?" He asked stupidly. He knew it was for a wedding, but surely she didn't need that many magazines for their wedding. Right?
"The massively expensive first step to divorce," she rolled her eyes. "What does it look like?"
"Like you're planning a wedding," Hunter replied. "Are these all for our wedding?" He knew the answer, but he still couldn't believe it-he honestly didn't think she'd be interested in having a big, detailed, and overly-planned wedding.
"Well, that would be because that's what I'm doing," she smiled, going back to her perusal of the magazine closest to her.
"Do you really need all of these magazines? Is it that important to you?" Hunter asked her dumbly. He never thought she would be that fussed over it all. Apparently, this wedding was a lot more important to her than he had actually realised. "I'm marrying an actual girl."
"What did you think you were marrying?" Bobbi laughed, looking up at him and making him realise he'd actually said the words aloud.
"What?" Hunter spluttered out. "You, I thought I was marrying you." That did not make sense, oh God. "I mean, I didn't realise you were... going to look at magazines of flowers and... napkins?"
"Well, you're semi-right. I was never the girly-girl type as a kid, so I don't have some scrapbook full of the details of my dream wedding. So I have to do it now." She tossed a magazine at him. "Choose a color; I can't decide."
"What?" Hunter spluttered out again, looking at the magazine and then opening it. "What colour are the flowers? Aren't they supposed to match or something? I don't want to screw it all up."
She gave him a sheepish look. "Hell if I know."
He shrugged, "I'll order some pizza and we can go through all of... this stuff." He dropped the magazine down and picked up his phone.
"It's okay, Lance, I don't want to make you go through this if you don't want to. We have plenty of time to decide everything, I'm just familiarising myself with everything and trying to work out what I want." Bobbi told him with a smile.
Hunter smiled at her. "I'll accept that. How about I make us toad-in-the-hole, mash and beans?"
Bobbi offered him a quick look of complete confusion. "Sure, if that dish involves no actual toad, mashed refers to potatoes, and the beans are of the green variety."
He laughed, "Of course." Green beans with this meal was unusual, but he was about to tell her that, he'd just change the meal slightly for her.
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