Fitz was standing all alone in the empty, powered down lab.
He was putting away the last of his tools so that he could finally leave, tired after a long day of work. Simmons had left an hour earlier, and upon seeing that Fitz still had a while to go before he would be finished, she had told him that she would go cook supper for them in the common area kitchen, so that they could have a slightly fancier meal than what they ate on a normal basis. It had been several weeks since they'd been able to make it off of the base for a real date, so since she had the time, she wanted to bring a date night to them.
Fitz had just put his final tool in its appropriate spot in the cabinet when he heard footsteps coming into the lab behind him, and turned to find Daisy walking hesitantly towards him.
He leaned back against the counter to study her. When she wasn't coming to him with something work related, and especially when he was alone in a room like he was now (though she sometimes did it when other people were around, as well), she normally bounced across the room to throw her arms around him and passionately plant her lips on his as hard as she could to kiss all of the breath out of him — as if her mere presence didn't take his breath away on its own.
But she definitely wasn't bouncing now, so he said concernedly, "Hey, Daisy — you okay?"
"Oh, yeah — I'm fine," Daisy replied in an almost nervous sounding tone, though Fitz had no clue what she had to be nervous about.
Pausing about ten feet in front of him and looking down at the ground, she toed the floor with the tip of her heeled, knee-high boot and chewed on her lower lip, clearly hesitant or worried about something. Fitz wanted to reach out and pull her into a tight hug and kiss all of her worries away, but something told him that he should wait and see what she did first this time.
Daisy hovered there for several long seconds, clearly building up her courage for something, before finally taking a deep breath, looking back up at him with a determined look on her face, and quickly crossing the remaining few feet until she was right in front of him.
Where she quickly sank to one knee and before Fitz could try to ask her what she was doing, asked, "Leopold James Fitz — will you marry me?"
Fitz stared at her in shock for a second, before exclaiming, "Of course! Of course I will, Daisy!"
He quickly reached down and pulled her up so that she was standing again, and planted his lips hard on hers. When they finally broke apart several minutes later, they were both breathing heavily, and were more than a little hot and bothered. But Fitz knew that they had a supper with Jemma to make it to, so he didn't immediately pull her towards their room to properly celebrate their engagement.
But before he could inform his new fiancé of the date that they really ought to be heading to, she spoke first.
"Sorry I don't have a ring to give you — but you do already have one on the finger in question, so it might have been a bit crowded trying to add another."
Fitz looked at her contemplatively for a moment, before asking, "Would it mean a lot to you? Because I'm sure I can make something circular out of some semi-rare metal real quick — we are in the lab after all."
"For me or for you?"
"Well, I assumed you were talking about one for me to wear, but I could make us both engagement rings if you would prefer that," Fitz answered. "No diamonds or other fancy gemstones here, that'll have to wait for your actual wedding ring, but if I can make one ring out of lab supplies, I can make two."
Daisy thought for a second, before saying, "No, just you. The proposer is supposed to give one to the proposeé — even if the proposeé has to make it for her," she finished with a wry smirk.
"Unless you're seventy-four years in the future on an enemy alien space station in the middle of a fight," Fitz smirked right back as he walked over to his lab bench to find something that he could quickly form a ring out of. "There weren't exactly any little shops for me to pop into to get Jemma an engagement ring."
"Or in a mind prison somewhere in the depths of space," Daisy added with a chuckle. "Although you could have just imagined one there, right?"
"That was before we — or specifically I in that case — really understood that we could actually make things out of nothing just by imagining them," Fitz answered with a smile. "And then I was rather busy for a while babysitting a seven and half year old version of my wife — or new fiancé to me — and then avoiding Leopold and Zombie Simmons after that, before we both just started wearing our actual wedding rings like thirty-something minutes after I proposed. It was all a bit complicated and distracting for things like engagement rings."
"True, true — now quit stalling and get to work on making your own engagement ring because your fiancé's incapable of getting to a store to buy one with Director Coulson's Shield credit card."
Being the already married one, Fitz maturely stuck his tongue out at his new fiancé, saying, "Yes, Ma'am."
Less than ten minutes later Fitz had the ring finished up and polished smooth. He handed it over to Daisy, who was sitting on his lab bench watching him work. She immediately slid it onto his ring finger next to his wedding ring and lightly kissed both of the rings, before pulling Fitz up to her level and kissing his lips again, a little more leisurely this time than their first kiss after getting engaged had been — not that she didn't still wrap her legs around his waist to pull him in close.
But long before she would have preferred, Fitz pulled back and said, "I don't know if you've seen Jemma since getting back from your mission, but she's in the kitchen cooking supper, so we should probably go there and tell her the good news before she comes looking for me. It was supposed to be a date for her and I, and you if you were back in time, but it looks like it'll be an engagement supper now."
A minute later, Fitz and Daisy walked into the common room, which other than Simmons working at the stove in the kitchen, was thankfully completely empty.
Unbeknownst to any of them, this was mostly due to Coulson having walked past the kitchen a while earlier, right as Simmons had been setting out some candles and plates on the kitchen table as she got everything ready. The Director had quickly group texted everyone on the team not named FitzSkimmons to stay away from the kitchen that evening, that the BUS Kids needed their alone time. And as for all of the lower level Shield agents and lab techs on the base, few of them ever used that particular kitchen anyway, as it was unofficially known to be Director Coulson's team's kitchen, but if any of them had come by to use it, they would have immediately turned around and found a different kitchen to use upon seeing the Director of Science and Technology, the boss of many of them, busy cooking a real meal in there.
Simmons' back was turned to the door when Fitz and Daisy arrived, but she quickly heard their footsteps as they walked across the room towards her, and she turned around, hopeful that it was her husband having finally finished up in the lab, and now making it to supper. Upon seeing both of them walking in, she opened her mouth to greet them, happy to see that Fitz had already found Daisy for her, before catching sight of the ear-to-ear grin on her girlfriend's face, and a rather happy look on her husband's face as well, and quickly changed tact.
"You look like the cat that got the cream, Daisy-Flower. What's up?"
Rather than replying verbally, Daisy simply grabbed Fitz's left hand and held it up, the widest smile ever stretching across her face. Simmons looked at her husband's upheld hand in confusion for several seconds, before suddenly seeing the presence of a second ring, and gasping.
"You're engaged?! Congratulations!"
She ran over to Daisy and threw her arms around the younger girl's neck, kissing her passionately.
"You're kissing your girlfriend and fiancé-in-law before your husband?" Fitz smirked, his humor clear in his voice, causing Simmons to finally pull back from Daisy.
"Given who's wearing the ring, looks like she did all the work on this proposal," Simmons replied with a smirk of her own, before leaning over and giving him a passionate kiss as well, one of her arms remaining wrapped around Daisy's neck as the other came to rest on Fitz's shoulder. Finally stepping back and dropping both arms, she looked at them and said, "I'd just been making a nice date night supper for Fitz and I, and you Daisy if you were back yet, but it looks like it's going to be an engagement celebration dinner now."
Waving them towards the table, she continued, "Sit, sit. It's almost ready, and this is your two's special night."
"You are eating with us," Fitz said with a pointed look over his shoulder as he walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for Daisy.
"Of course, Fitz! Of course I'm going to celebrate with my husband and girlfriend," Simmons replied. "But that doesn't mean I can't still serve you since this is your night — I expect the same from you whenever Daisy and I eventually get engaged, after all. And speaking of your night, Daisy, you're more than welcome to have him all alone on your engagement night, if you'd like — I won't mind in the least."
"You and I may only be dating at the moment, but we're still a family," Daisy scolded lightly. "We want you to celebrate this with us in every way."
"Sorry, babe — you don't get a break from me even when I get engaged to another girl," Fitz added with a smirk. "Till death do us part, and all that."
Simmons simply rolled her eyes at her husband, before replying to Daisy, "I'm more than happy to be there, I just thought I'd offer. We are technically three different relationships first, trio relationship second, even if on a day to day basis we usually merge them together so much that we don't really do the separate relationships. And you two do sleep together alone when I'm away on a mission or you two are on a mission without me, same as you and I do, and Fitz and I do — it's not something out of the ordinary for only two of us to be together certain nights."
"Of course it isn't, Jemma," soothed Daisy. "I wasn't saying that at all, I was just saying that we still want you there to help us celebrate tonight."
"And we can each ask to have nights with just one of the others," Simmons continued on, too worked up in her all planned out defense to pay attention to what Daisy was saying to her. "We agreed to that when we all started dating."
"Which I don't think we've ever done, but yes, you are completely right, Jemma," Fitz cut in firmly, grabbing Simmons' arm lightly to make her shut up and listen for a second. "No one is saying that Daisy and I couldn't have tonight to ourselves — we're just saying that we don't want to. We want you there with us, just like we want you there with us and you want both of us there with you every night that we can, every night that we're all in the same place and sleeping at the same time."
This finally got through to Simmons, and she smiled embarrassedly. "Sorry — you know how much it meant to me that we were able to keep our relationships separate when we wanted to, and didn't force ourselves into always having to be all three." She paused for a second, before adding, "Even if we haven't ever used it."
"And it's good for not having to worry about what the third will think when only two are available," added Daisy. "An afternoon when someone's horny and only one person is available to grab, or one of the two just isn't feeling it and passes it on to the other — that we have done at least a few times that I can remember — or when someone's away on a mission, we can have sex with whoever's around without feeling guilty at all. It's a good thing, girlfriend — just not applicable tonight."
Smiling at both of them, Simmons said, "Thank you. And sorry for bringing my own insecurities into your special night. Like I said, I'm happy to be there with you guys. And here — speaking of which, I need to go get the food."
She leapt up from where she'd taken the seat next to Daisy and across from Fitz, and hurried into the kitchen.
Bringing over the first of the dishes a few seconds later, she asked, "So does anyone else know yet?"
"Before my girlfriend?" Daisy scoffed playfully.
But Fitz actually answered his wife. "No, no one else knows. No one walked past the lab while she was proposing, and we didn't meet anyone on the short walk over here. Not that we would have told them before you anyway, unless they somehow knew to specifically ask."
"Any plan on when you are going to tell the team?" Jemma asked as she returned to the kitchen to continue bringing over their supper.
"Are you volunteering?" teased Daisy. "And your first time, didn't Mack find out first because Fitz called you fiancé without thinking about it?"
"He did," Simmons sighed happily as she set another dish down on the kitchen table and then leaned against her chair, lost in the memory of Fitz accidentally calling her 'fiancé' in front of Mack and Flint.
Knowing that Simmons could be in memory land for a while, Fitz quietly stood up and went to get the last two dishes from the kitchen. And it wasn't until he set them down on the table that the noise drew Simmons back to the present.
Where she immediately scolded, "Fitz! I was supposed to be doing that for you!"
"You were lost in your thoughts of our engagement," Fitz answered as he sat back down. "Now sit and let's eat. Daisy still hasn't told you how we actually got engaged."
As they proceeded to eat, Daisy regaled Simmons with the epic tale of her and Fitz's recent engagement, down to the very last detail, taking more time to tell it than it had actually taken to occur. All the way through both Daisy and Jemma 'ooh'd and 'awe'd and giggled all that they could over the proposal, even shooting Fitz flirty looks every now and then when appropriate. Of course, that proposal story led straight into FitzSimmons' own two proposals and weddings stories, so that by the time Simmons and Daisy were done with all of the tales, supper had been completely eaten.
Fitz and Daisy eagerly dove into cleaning up the kitchen despite Simmons' insistence that they didn't need to with it being their special night, that she could take care of it all herself while they went ahead and headed towards their room to get a head start on the sexy times. But neither Fitz nor Daisy wanted to start celebrating without her, so they all did their parts as quickly as possible, as the sooner the kitchen was cleaned, the sooner they could all get to the fun stuff.
Finally, however, everything was put away, and Fitz and Daisy were finally able to pull each other (and now Jemma) towards their room like they had both wanted to right after getting engaged, but couldn't quite yet because Simmons was waiting on them with supper, to properly celebrate their new engagement.