Drabble 24: Out of the Blue

Requested by my Broadway guest.

"I can't believe they're doing it again." Mack said.

"I thought they were over each other." Coulson said. "Maybe I'm not as good at reading people as I thought."

Skye smiled. "No one could have seen this coming, Coulson. I think even Hunter and Bobbi are a little shocked."

"How can you be shocked about your own wedding?" Fitz asked.

Simmons looked at him. "Sometimes it takes a while for things to sink in. Maybe they were so focused on each other, remembering they had a wedding wasn't very important."

"Speaking of remembering, we better start getting ready." Coulson said. "Men, go help Hunter or set up the chairs. Simmons and Skye," he smiled, "please help the bride with whatever she asks."

"Why do the girls get a please?" Fitz said softly to Mack.

"Because our job is harder." Skye responded.

Fitz looked down, surprised to have been heard, and then started walking away. "Maybe they think it is." He muttered a few seconds later.

"No, they're right." Mack said quietly. "All we have to do is move stuff. They have to please a very stressed out Bobbi."

Fitz nodded slowly. "Yeah, I can get that."

They landed the Bus in a secluded place. It was summer, so the grass and leaves were green, and it was comfortably warm. They put the loading dock down and started setting everything up on the grass. There wasn't that much to set up. They needed nine chairs and a table for food, for the celebratory dinner. Fitz, Mack, and Trip started on that while Simmons and Skye went to help the blushing bride, who was red, but for a different reason.

"This is not working out!" she said as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Jeez Bobbi. Take a deep breath." Skye said.

Bobbi turned to her and sighed, her momentary anger fading. "Sorry. I'm just nervous."

"Funny way of showing it." Skye said under her breath.

Simmons touched Skye on the arm and frowned at her statement, then looked at Bobbi. "Why are you nervous? You've done this before."

"That's why." Bobbi said. "I don't know if it'll work out."

"You just have to trust that you know what you're doing." Simmons said. "Try not to worry."

Fitz sat behind Hunter, holding the ring he would give Bobbi in a few minutes. Hunter stood in his position with a blank face, arms crossed as he glanced down the aisle to see if Bobbi was coming.

Fitz looked to the person on the other side of Hunter, standing a step back from him. Simmons saw his look and smiled at him. He smiled back. She was beautiful. Her dress was a light purple color, and her hair was done up in a bun.

He let himself think that for a few minutes before a new thought occurred to him, and his smile lessened. She was standing very close to where the bride was supposed to. And she was dressed beautifully, in a dress she ordinarily wouldn't wear. Of course she was always beautiful, but right now it was more forceful. And he liked it. He thought that, she looked this good as a maid of honor; she would be a fantastic bride.

He broke eye contact with her and felt his thoughts speed up. Why had he thought that? Yes, he loved her, but they were only just beginning to start a relationship.

But he couldn't shake the thought, or how right it felt. He wanted her to be the bride. And he wanted to be the groom.

Slow down, he told himself. Things are going great now. No need to rush. But his smile came back. It would happen eventually. He hoped it, and on some level he knew it. They just needed more time.

Simmons watched the wedding with a small smile.

She and Skye had managed to make Bobbi relax, and she watched Bobbi walk down the aisle with a rush of warmth. They had become close friends since their escape from HYDRA.

When Bobbi and Hunter said their vows, everyone laughed. Both were very blunt, short and sweet, and Simmons could tell that Bobbi really didn't have to worry. They cared about each other too much for it not to work out, not when they were giving it a second try.

Trip officiated, much to Skye's dismay. He had been the first to finish the online course, so he had called dibs. He did a good job, overall. He called for the rings after the vows were said, and Simmons and Fitz handed them over silently.

"I said a while ago that I couldn't trust you." Hunter said to Bobbi after placing the ring on her finger. He smiled. "I still don't know if I can, but I'm willing to give it a shot."

Bobbi smirked as she put her ring on his finger. "Me too."

Trip announced them married, and then they kissed. Simmons smiled as she thought of herself in Bobbi's place. She'd thought about being a bride before, as most girls do at some point in their childhood. But seeing Bobbi look so happy made her realize that she really did want her own wedding, eventually.

Her eyes darted to Fitz and she saw him looking at her too. Their eyes met for a minute before Simmons looked away, blushing the faintest bit. They had started dating a few weeks ago, and she couldn't believe she was already having these thoughts. Then it dawned on her.

She had known Fitz for years, had been with him through so much. They already knew each other. Maybe they were new at their official relationship, but they already knew each other well enough to be confident that it would work out.

Someday, she thought.

Bobbi and Hunter danced together a few minutes after the ceremony ended, and then the others started pairing off slowly. Bobbi had forced them all to promise to do at least one dance, and she kept glancing at them to make sure they were keeping to those promises. Fitz walked up to Simmons.

"May I have this dance?" he asked.

Simmons smiled. "Of course." She took his hand as they walked from the seats to the area directly in front of the Bus. Music was playing from inside the plane, so it was the best spot to dance.

He placed one hand on her waist and gripped the other one gently, and she moved her free hand to his shoulder. They started off swaying, and then stepping, and before they knew it they were gliding through the area, their movements lively and confident.

"I knew that video would help." Fitz said.

"The practice might have helped too." Jemma said with a smile.

They started slowing down as the song did, and at the very end Fitz gripped her hand and lifted it up. He spun her out as he'd seen the man in the video do, and she landed softly against him, both facing the same direction.

He was breathing faster from their energetic dance, and after a moment Simmons turned to face him.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Simmons leaned in and kissed him on the lips, a soft kiss that didn't last very long.

When they separated Fitz squeezed her hand before letting it go, and then gave her a look as he walked away. He walked over to Mack and Trip, who were sitting on the edge of the dancing area. Simmons decided to look for Skye.

"So that was some dancing just now." She heard over her shoulder. She turned and saw Skye standing there, smirking.

"What on earth do you mean?" she asked, her cheeks warming up.

Skye grinned. "You and Fitz."

"Yes, we're a couple now. Couples are expected to know how to dance, at least a little."

"Whatever you say." Skye said. She walked over to the boys, leaving Simmons standing alone.

She can't mean anything, Simmons thought. We weren't trying to steal the show. We were just dancing.

But the thought made her smile. She and Fitz hadn't even been trying that hard, and they had apparently looked great. They would be just fine when they needed their own dance. Eventually.