A/N: Thanks for reading guys, and thanks to those who have been sending me asks and talking to me on tumblr. It's been lovely speaking to so many of you. Enjoy the chapter!

….An hour or so earlier….

"Are you sure breaking into your parents house is a good idea?" Hunter asked, nervously looking around the backyard. "I mean, we've only been married three and a half weeks. I haven't even got a green card yet."

Bobbi rolled her eyes and continued her excursion up the side of the house towards the open window, using the kitchen window ledge for leverage. "Stop being a wuss, Hunter." She grunted, getting an elbow up on the upper bedroom window.

"It's alright for you, love." Hunter called up after her. "It's your parents' house. It'll be me who gets arrested and deported. Think about that, Bobbi." He said. "Your own husband being deported."

"At least if you were deported I wouldn't have to listen to you whining." She countered, pulling the window open enough to clamber up and into the room.

"Oh, charming." She heard him mumble.

As proud as she was for scaling the side of her Mom and Dad's house, not for the first time, Bobbi had to admit her entrance into the bedroom via the window was less than graceful and she ended up with a face full of carpet and a sizable friction burn on one knee.

"Bob?" Hunter called from his position on the patio. "You alright, love?"

Bobbi sat up and rubbed at her knee. "Yeah." She shouted back, peeking her head out of the window. "Give me a minute, I'll come down and let you in the back door."

Hunter gave her a thumbs up.

Bobbi looked around the room she had climbed into. The last time she had been home, the room had been almost empty, containing the family's junk and housing most of her dad's Captain America memorabilia. Now the room appeared to be used, well loved. The walls had been pained and a new rug put down. All new furniture had been moved in, and Bobbi noticed, smiling to herself, that the little girl to whom she assumed this room now belonged, had decorated the dresser with various little trinkets.

Deciding it wouldn't do Hunter any harm to hang out in the yard for a little longer, Bobbi took the time to inspect the random array of items on the dresser. A coin, a screw, a pebble and a shell had been arranged in the centre of the dresser. Bobbi picked up the shell and turned it over in her hands, rubbing her thumb over the hole in it. She replaced it on the dresser, making sure to place it in the exact manner she had found it.

Her eyes drifted over to a small flower-shaped plastic container filled with various colours of beads and cord. The label on the top declared it to be a 'Jewellery Making Kit', and although it seemed as though it had never been opened, a woven bracelet lay next to it.

"Oi! Bobbi! Are you going to let me in, or what? It's bloody freezing out here." Hunter's voice broke her from her musings.

"Okay, okay." She shouted back. "I'm coming."

Bobbi took one last look around the bedroom, then left, closing the door behind her. She frowned at the blank wood and made a mental note to get her new little sister a sign to put on her door.

When she reached the back door, Hunter was lounging on the patio, sitting on one of their suitcases and blowing on his hands. He jumped up when Bobbi opened the door and dragged their luggage inside.

"Christ, Bob. I thought I was gonna get hyperthermia."

She rolled her eyes at him. "We're in Illinois, not Antarctica."

"Could've fooled me." Hunter mumbled, shouldering the door closed.

"Anyway," Bobbi smirked, "I thought people from England had a better tolerance for the cold?"

"Only if the place you're visiting isn't colder than a witch's tit."

"You're living here now." Bobbi smiled. "So you better get used to it."

"Oh yeah." Hunter said, sidling up to her. "Well, my darlin', you better get used to this." He thrust his bare, freezing hands up under her shirt to touch her belly.

Bobbi screamed and jumped away from him. "I hate you."

"No you don't." He said, far too smug for his own good. "You wouldn't have married me if you hate me."

He had her there. Bobbi rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Lance."

"Nice comeback, Barbara."

She slapped him across the back of the head.

"Ow! Bobbi! This is spousal abuse." Even as he said it Hunter was crossing the short distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his cold nose into her shoulder. "It's a good job I love you, you demonic hell beast."

Bobbi smiled and stroked the back of his head. "I love you, too, you asshole."

He kissed her neck and pulled back slightly to look her in the eye. "Y'know, it's come to my attention that calling your significant other by an abusive nickname is not the healthy way to act in a relationship."

Bobbi cocked an eyebrow at him and he shrugged.

"I've been unemployed for the last two weeks. Been watching a lot of daytime television. Lots of Jeremy Kyle."

"The quicker we get you to work, the better." She decided. "I'm sure my Dad will give you a job if you just ask."

He groaned. "We've talked about this."

"I know you don't want to be a mooch, but my parents wouldn't see it that way. You've worked for them before." She argued.

"That was different, Bobbi. I was a kid who needed money in between uni semesters. I'm a grown man, now."

"You asked for a colouring book on the plane ride here."

"I was bored!"

"Whatever. How about, if you don't find a job within the month, you ask my parents?"

"Bob-,"

"Lance, we don't have anywhere to live yet. We have like thirty seven dollars in our bank account-,"

"Blame the exchange rate."

"And Izzy isn't coming over for another two weeks, meaning I won't be being paid for another two weeks. We'll be mooching off my parents anyway. At least for a little while."

Hunter leaned his head on her shoulder. "It was your choice to cut our losses and come here early. I know I got sacked, but you could have had two more weeks of pay."

She snorted. "As if you could wait to meet Skye any more than I could."

"Fair point." He kissed her cheek. "Speaking of. Where do you think they've dragged the little munchkin off to, then, eh? I had assumed that we wouldn't have had to break into their house."

Bobbi shrugged, even though she could make a perfectly apt guess. "Gym probably." It was usually where her parents were ninety-nine per cent of the time they weren't at home. "And judging from the quiet, I assume they've taken Nat and Clint with them."

"Call me crazy, love, but why didn't we just tell your mum and dad we were coming?" Hunter asked.

"Because it wouldn't be a surprise then, would it?" She said obviously.

"Right." Hunter chuckled, pulling away. "We taking these upstairs now, or…" He nodded at their suitcases.

They'd packed as much of their stuff from their London apartment as they could into the bags, and Bobbi just hoped her parents would be forthcoming when she told them they had twenty more boxes back in England that needed shipped over to the US. The more she thought about it, the more Bobbi thought that maybe she should have given her parents a heads-up for their arrival. She had kind of just assumed they wouldn't mind her and Lance staying with them until they got back on their feet. Bobbi felt a little sick when she realised with a new little one for her parents to care for, her assumptions may have been a little off the mark.

"Bob?" Hunter touched her chin. "You alright? Back to earth?" He said gently. She'd always had a habit of going quiet, spacing out when she was thinking.

"Yeah. Sorry." She said.

"Suitcases?" Lance said. "Upstairs?"

"Er…yeah. Yeah." Bobbi nodded. "Here I'll help. Put them in my old room."

Between them, Hunter and Bobbi dragged the luggage up the stairs and down the hall to Bobbi's old room.

As much as the bedroom was referred to as 'Bobbi's old room', there was still a fair amount of evidence in the room to whom it belonged, not even including the home-made plaque still donning the door which declared:

Bobbi Morse-Coulson's Room

Knock Before Entering

(Even You, Tash)

"I thought your dad was going to make this room into a gym." Hunter said, looking around at the remainder of Bobbi's teenage belongings still residing in the room.

She considered him with a silent glare to see if he picked up on the stupidity of his question. Hunter picked up a pencil holder from the desk, inspected it and put it back down. Apparently not.

"You thought my Dad, who owns a gym, was going to turn my old bedroom into a gym?"

Lance opened his mouth, frowned, and closed it again. "Maybe I made that up." He mused.

She snorted and began unzipping one of the cases. "I told Dad he could use it as an office, because the window faces out front and I though he might like that when he's working at home, but," Bobbi shrugged, pulling one of Hunter's shirts out of the case, "I guess he didn't want to."

"Which is good." Hunter said, sitting on the bed. "Because then where would we sleep?" He stretched out on top of the covers (Bobbi's old Captain America ones that her Dad had bought her for a joke but she had ended up using for years anyway) and put his hands behind his head. "We'd have to stay in the dreaded guest room." He scrunched his face up. "So un-homely."

"Un-homely?" Bobbi smirked.

Lance glared at her. "I appreciate feeling like I belong somewhere. Guestrooms always make me feel…"

"Like a guest?"

"Yes!"

"Hunter. We are guests." Bobbi reminded him. Yes, they'd both stayed here often enough over the years they'd been together, but Bobbi hadn't lived in the house for four years. "You do realise that this is the guest room now?"

Hunter waved her off. "Doesn't count if there's still Captain America sheets on the bed and a poster of a teen-heartthrob on the wall."

Bobbi looked to the photo he pointed at and rolled her eyes. "Hunter, that's you."

He grinned at her. "I know, I just love that one day you just thought 'Y'know what this room needs? A handsome Englishman to tie it all together'."

She threw one of his sneakers at him.

The photo had been put up on her wall during a summer a few years back when Bobbi had gone home to work for her parents, but when Hunter had stayed back in England to help his Mum take care of his little sister. Bobbi hadn't had the heart to take the picture down each time they visited, no matter how much Hunter teased her about it. Frankly, she was surprised her mother hadn't removed it. Any guest staying with them apparently had to put up with Captain America bedclothes and Lance Hunter's face watching them while they slept.

"How about when it comes to asking my parents if we can live here for a while, I do the talking, huh?"

Lance clapped once. "Love, I was counting on that to be perfectly honest. Frankly, your Mum scares the shit out of me."

Bobbi crossed the room and dropped down on the bed beside him. Hunter wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.

"I love you, wifey." Hunter mumbled. "I love you so much. But I refuse to be the one who tells your parents we got married."

Arching a brow, Bobbi turned to look at him. "Well, I'm not doing it."

"They're your parents." Lance argued. "I told my parents."

She scoffed. "You left them a note via your little sister, that doesn't count."

"It so counts."

"Does not."

"Does too."

"Does not."

"Does-,"

"Hunter! Stop." Bobbi put a hand in his face to shut him up. "How about we just don't tell them?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I agree. Keep it a secret forever. Yes."

"Not forever." Bobbi cuddled into his side. "Just…just until we get them good and drunk."

Hunter snorted in her ear and pulled Bobbi closer to his chest. "I love you." He mumbled. "I do, Bobbi."

She smiled. He always got particularly soppy when he was tired, and both of them were jet-legged as hell.

"I love you, too, Lance." She kissed the corner of his mouth and he nosed into her hair.

"Let's sleep for the next eighty-seven years." He said, eyes already closed.

Since having lain down beside her new husband, exhaustion was overcoming Bobbi, and she had to agree with Lance's suggestion. Unfortunately, just as Bobbi was succumbing to a delicious slumber, the distinct sound of the front door opening could be heard, followed by the chatter of her family.

She groaned into Lance's neck. "They have descended." He snored in response and Bobbi smirked. "Lance." She nudged him. "Hunter." She not-too-gently slapped his cheek and Hunter sat up with a start.

"Huh?" He frowned at Bobbi. "That was not eighty-seven years. No way."

"No, it was like five minutes, but listen."

The two stayed silent long enough to hear her father call, "When did we sign up for 'Lego Magazine'?"

Bobbi turned to Hunter. "C'mon." She grinned. "Let's go see the squad."

"God," Hunter frowned, "they're my family now, too, aren't they?"

She wiggled her decorated ring-ringer in his face as she climbed off the bed. "Didn't think that through when you proposed, huh?"

"Not so much."

Bobbi slid the engagement and wedding rings from her finger, and reached out to Lance to take his band, too. She opened the top drawer of the desk in the bedroom and began rummaging through the remnants of her teenage self, wondering again how her parents could have ever called this a 'guest room' with all her crap still in it.

He hands landed on one of her old pencil cases, filled with some of her watercolour pencils, and dropped the rings in, zipping it closed and shutting the drawer with her hip.

"Come, husband. The family awaits."

"Bloody hell."

Bobbi raced down the stairs, ignoring Lance's on going mumbled curses behind her. It was her little sister she saw first, but that tended to be the case in most scenarios given the brightness of Natasha's hair.

Natasha stopped in her tracks, eyes glued to Bobbi. Out of her periphery, Bobbi noticed her mother stop, but Bobbi was grinning at Natasha. They hadn't seen each other in months. Bobbi had been England for almost a year, and even though she'd visited home a couple of times, her and Natasha had missed each other every hadn't seen Nat in person since she'd first left for her job in England in January- it was now October. It was the longest the two of them had been apart since Nat had moved in when Bobbi was twenty, and she'd missed her little Tash desperately.

Almost in a delayed reaction to seeing Bobbi, Natasha squealed and raced across the room, throwing herself into her big sister's arms. Bobbi hugged Natasha close, blinking past the tears that pricked in her eyes; a few escaped anyway. Ten months was far too long to be away from Tash, and just from the feeling of hugging her, Bobbi could tell she had changed.

Perhaps infinitesimally, but she could tell that Nat had grown. Her hair tickled Bobbi's nose, and when they had hugged goodbye last January Bobbi was able to rest her chin on the top of her head. Bobbi kissed Nat's forehead and grinned.

"Miss me?" Bobbi laughed.

"You're never allowed to go away for that long again." Nat said firmly.

Bobbi pulled her close and spoke quietly. "I don't intend to, little sis." She gave Natasha a cryptic little smile, before rushing forward to hug her mother. "I love you, Mommy."

"Oh, my little girl." Her mother kissed both of Bobbi's cheeks and held her hands in hers. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Bobbi shrugged a little guiltily. "It was a surprise." She said. "Surprise!"

Her mom laughed and hugged her again. "Well, Bobbi, this was certainly a surprise."

"Hey, Hunter." Natasha said, and Bobbi turned to see her husband lounging on the stairs.

"Alright, Tasha?" He smiled and stepped down to hug her sister. "You get taller, Red?"

Natasha shrugged, pulling back and smiling. "Maybe a little. You've been gone a long time."

They continued their conversation, Clint patting Bobbi on the shoulder and joining Hunter and Nat, but Bobbi was more interested in seeing her father and seeing the little girl perched on his hip.

"Hi, Dad." Bobbi smiled.

"Come here, beautiful." Her Dad held out the arm that wasn't holding the little girl, and Bobbi rushed over to hug him. He kissed her cheek and released her, turning his attention to the little girl in his arms. "Skye, you want to say 'Hi'?"

"Hello." The little girl said. "You're Bobbi."

Bobbi grinned. "I am. And I take it, you're Skye."

Skye nodded. "Yep. That's me."

"Well, Skye. It's lovely to meet you." Bobbi held out her hand.

"Put me down, Phil." Skye said, wiggling. He put her down and Skye stepped up to Bobbi, accepting her handshake. "It's nice to meet you, too, Bobbi. You're an awesome drawer and I took care of your dollies real good. I promise I did." Skye was bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly, still holding onto Bobbi's hand.

"I'm glad you like playing with my Barbies. They don't get played with much these days." Bobbi said, crouching so that she could talk to Skye better. "An thank you for calling me an 'awesome drawer'." She laughed as Skye blushed. "Maybe I could draw you something."

Skye's eyes lit up, and if Bobbi wasn't already in love with her new baby sister, it would have been that look that cinched the deal.

"Could you?" Skye asked. "Could you really draw me something? I saw all your drawings on the door and in the Playroom."

"I thought maybe I could make you a sign to go on your bedroom door?"

"Yes please." Skye smiled. "You saw my bedroom?"

Bobbi stood back up, looking around the room the see the rest of her family watching the interaction. "Yeah," She said, "I kind of saw it while I was…" Bobbi looked to Hunter for help but he just shrugged. "…breaking into your house."

Her mother rolled her eyes. "I was wondering how you got in here." She said. "So what? You scaled the house and climbed in through Skye's bedroom window?"

"Exactly." Hunter said. "You couldn't be any more accurate, Melinda. Please don't kill me."

"How about you just use a key, next time?" Clint smirked. "I hear they work really well."

Bobbi looked to Natasha, and her sister slapped Clint's arm as punishment for his snarkiness.

Yep, Bobbi thought, it was good to be home.

…

Skye liked Bobbi and Hunter, she did, but meeting new people always made her feel a little nervous, and ideally Skye wanted to stay with Melinda or Phil but they were busy ordering food for all of them, so instead she glued herself to Natasha's side. Natasha didn't seem to mind. She talked to Bobbi mostly, while Clint spoke to Hunter, but she held Skye's hand the whole time.

At some point the family, minus Mel and Phil, had graduated to the Playroom.

Clint and Hunter sat in the corner, building Clint's 'Hogwarts' Lego set. It was a hard set to build, Clint said. And Skye had seen the box said it was only for kids over fourteen, but Clint had said that she could maybe help him sometime if she promised to be careful. He made Hunter promise to be careful, too, even though he was even older than Clint.

Bobbi and Natasha had sat on the couch, and Skye wedged herself between the two, cuddling into Natasha, happy to listen to their conversation. Natasha had Charlotte the spider on her knee and Skye suddenly felt bad for Mr. Snow who was upstairs on her bed.

"I was being serious, Bobbi. You're never allowed to go away for that long again." Natasha said. She was running her fingers through Skye's ponytail as she spoke.

Bobbi smiled brightly. "And I was being serious." She dropped her voice and leaned in. "I don't intend to."

"What do you mean?" Nat asked. "You're being very cryptic."

"Well, I missed you guys too much to go away again. And anyway, how could I ever leave my new baby sister?" Bobbi kissed Skye's head.

Skye frowned and tugged on Bobbi's t-shirt. "I don't want you to go away, Bobbi."

She patted Skye's hand. "Listen, if I tell you guys something, can you keep it a secret? At least for now?"

"Of course." Nat said immediately.

"Um…" Skye hesitated. She wasn't sure keeping secrets was a good thing to do.

"It's nothing bad." Bobbi said. "I promise. I just don't want to tell Mom and Dad yet. I promise you wont get into trouble."

That sounded okay, Skye supposed. Bobbi was a grown up, even more than Natasha, and if she said it was okay, then it must be.

"I can keep a secret." Skye said. "I'm really good at it."

Bobbi kissed her again. "Awesome, baby sis." Her face went serious. "I got a new job." She said, speaking more to Natasha than Skye. Skye still listened intently. "You know mine and Hunter's friend, Izzy Hartley, the woman who was helping me get my Masters Degree?"

"Yeah." Nat said.

Skye nodded too, even though she had no clue who Izzy was.

"Well," Bobbi continued, "she moved back here a few months ago with her girlfriend, and she offered me a job. Here, at a medical facility like thirty minutes away. Working in a lab doing BioChem. It doesn't exactly pay very well, but it's what I always wanted to do. I start in two weeks."

Natasha was quiet, so Skye turned around to check she was okay. The secret wasn't that interesting. Skye didn't really understand half of what Bobbi was saying anyway, so she was gauging her reactions from Natasha. Nat was grinning. Skye smiled, too.

"You're home to stay? Forever?" She asked quietly.

Bobbi hugged them both, squashing Skye. Skye giggled.

"I'm staying, Tasha." Bobbi kissed Natasha's cheek. "Hunter and I want to make our lives here. We don't want to leave again."

"That's fantastic." Nat smiled. "But won't Hunter get homesick?"

Skye wasn't sure exactly what Bobbi wanted to say to Natasha, but the look she threw Skye's way made it obvious that she didn't want her to know. She had seen that look plenty of times over the years when grown ups wanted to talk about something but couldn't because she was in the room. Bobbi smiled and looked over at Hunter. Skye looked too. He and Clint were fighting over the directions for the Lego castle.

"You know things haven't been great for Hunter and his family?" Bobbi said quietly and Natasha nodded. Skye nodded too. "Well let's just say things have been steadily getting worse and he's happy to get away." Bobbi looked at Skye again in that way that made Skye feel like she shouldn't be listening, but then Bobbi gave her a hug and she felt better. "I'll tell you later, Nat."

"Okay." Natasha said.

They were quiet for a few minutes. Skye didn't mind. She liked getting hugs from her big sisters, and it was funny to watch Hunter and Clint squabble.

"Hey, Skye." Nat said.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you show Bobbi how you've been playing with her Barbies?" Natasha suggested, and Skye grinned. Natasha nudged Bobbi. "She loves them."

Skye jumped off the couch and grabbed Bobbi's hand, dragging her over to the large dollhouse and sitting down on the carpet.

"I took real good care of them, Bobbi. I promise." Skye held out the red haired Barbie, the one who had kind of become her favourite in the games. "See. I brushed their hair and everything."

Bobbi was smiling really big, the same way Natasha did when Skye gave her Charlotte the spider.

"I see that." Bobbi said. "I'm glad you like them. They don't get played with enough now. I was getting worried that they would be getting lonely."

Skye shook her head. "No. I play with them all the time so that they don't get bored."

"Well, that's good." Bobbi picked up one of the dolls sitting on the little plastic couch and stroked her fingers over its glossy hair.

Natasha sat down next to them on the floor and when Skye looked over at her, she saw she had one of the baby dolls in her lap, holding it like it was a proper baby. Skye had never really played with the baby dolls. They were Natasha's and although she was sure her big sister wouldn't mind if she played with her toys (Nat was a big girl after all), Skye had never felt the same appeal she felt for the Barbies.

The one Nat was holding was a soft-bodied doll, with plastic limbs and a plastic face with little glossy blue eyes that closed when Natasha laid her down. Some of the other dolls were all hard plastic, but this one really looked like a little baby.

Skye passed the red head Barbie to Bobbi and shuffled over to Natasha to look down at the baby in her arms.

"Does she have a name?" Skye asked, reaching out a finger to stroke the tiny features on the baby's face.

"Lia." It was Bobbi who answered. "Baby Lia." She smiled and moved closer to sit next to Natasha. "I remember when Mom bought you that baby."

"Hm." Nat smiled. Skye watched as she spoke to Bobbi, bouncing the doll in her arms slightly as if it were alive. "I wasn't very happy at the time."

"No." Bobbi laughed. "I distinctly remember you throwing her against the wall in the kitchen."

Skye gasped.

Natasha held the baby in one arm to hold Skye's hand with the other. "I shouldn't have done that, but I was really sad at the time."

"Why?" Skye shuffled ever closer to her big sister.

Natasha leaned her head on Bobbi's shoulder, and Bobbi wrapped her arm around Natasha. Skye felt a little left out, even though she still held Nat's hand, so she moved to sit between Bobbi's outstretched legs.

"Why were you sad, Natasha?" She asked again. Nat frowned a little and Skye got worried she might have made her upset. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me."

"It's okay, Skye." Nat smiled. "We're sisters. We tell each other everything."

"We do?"

"Oh yeah." Bobbi added. "That's the good thing about sisters. You might not want to talk to Mom or Dad about something, but you can always talk to your sisters."

"Okay."

Natasha sighed and looked back down at her doll, Lia. One of the baby's hands was in a little fist. Skye stroked her hand over the back of it.

"I used to live in Russia, a long time ago." Nat said. "And when I lived there, I lived with lots of other girls, and lots of them had babies."

Skye listened to the story intently. Beyond what Mel and Phil had told her of Natasha's past, Skye knew nothing of her big sister's life.

"And the girls," Nat continued, "they couldn't look after their babies."

"Why not?" Skye questioned.

"Well…um. Some girls got sick, and some had to leave, and some…"

"Sometimes bad things happen." Bobbi interjected. "And when those bad things happened, the babies were left without Mommies."

"Yeah." Nat said quietly.

"That's sad." Skye said. "Who took care of the babies?"

"I did." Nat said. She took a deep breath, and for an awful second, Skye thought Natasha was going to cry, but then she looked up at her and Natasha smiled. "I took care of the babies with some other girls, and we dressed them, and fed them, and bathed them…and then I had to leave and come to America." Her voice was doing that thing again, Skye noticed, where Nat's accent started peeking though.

"I wasn't in America for very long before I came to live here with Mom and Dad and Bobbi." Natasha smiled. "And I missed taking care of the babies, so Mom bought me Lia." She looked down fondly at the doll. "I got mad at her for buying me a toy, because I thought I was too old. But then Bobbi told me about her Barbies and how she still had them, and I didn't feel so bad. And then I got a few more babies, too."

Skye looked over to where the other baby dolls sat dutifully. "Mel says you like dressing them."

"I do. Sometimes I get mad, and pretending I have babies to take care of makes me feel better." Nat laughed. "I know that sounds ridiculous and stupid and weird because I'm a grown adult playing with dolls, but-,"

Bobbi cut her off. "It's not ridiculous." She said firmly. "I'm twenty-five and still have an unhealthy attachment to my Barbies. Hunter is twenty-six and Clint's twenty and they're both obsessed with Lego. Dad's forty-three and you've seen how much Captain America stuff he has. We're all a little weird in this house." Bobbi grinned. "And I don't know about you guys, but I love being a little weird."

"Hey, Nat." Clint called over. "Tell Hunter to give me back the brick he stole, I need it."

"I haven't even got it." Hunter argued back. "Tell him, Bobbi."

"Tell him, Nat."

They watched as the two grown men bickered over the rogue Lego brick. Skye could hear Bobbi and Nat giggling and neither intervened.

"Oh…wait a second." Clint reached underneath him and sheepishly looked over to Natasha. "I was sitting on it. Doesn't matter. False alarm."

"See." Skye heard Hunter mumble. "I didn't take it."

"I guess you're right." Nat smiled, shaking her head. "We're all a bit strange. I'm weird and I'm proud."

Skye nodded. "Me too. I'm weird, too."

"Good girl." Bobbi laughed. "Maybe we should start a club or something. Or like, a support group?"

"How about 'The Justice Weird of America'?" Clint suggested.

"Hey!" Natasha and Hunter said together.

"Other nationalities present, mate." Hunter said. "Weird United."

"We're not a soccer team, Hunter." Bobbi rolled her eyes.

He sighed heavily. "Football, Bobbi. Football."

"Whatever."

Skye laughed. She loved her family.

…

The chaos was back.

The chaos of a full family life that Melinda had been missing, was back in full force as her children gathered around the tiny coffee table in the living room and ate pizza.

Bobbi was cuddled against Hunter, her back to his chest. Clint and Natasha were sharing food from one plate, or rather, Clint was occasionally feeding Nat bites of pizza from his own plate. Skye sat on the floor in between the two couples, happily listening to their stories and watching their interactions. Mel was thrilled to see Skye at the centre of the action, apparently relishing in the noise and laughter.

It did however, make it all the more difficult for Melinda to be the 'responsible' one and tell the little girl it was time for bed. Skye laughed as Hunter tickled her with his foot, and decided just to leave her be for a little longer. Instead Mel cuddled up on the couch next to Phil. He kissed her temple and wrapped an arm around her.

"This what you wanted?" He said quietly, nodding at the five kids on their living room floor.

"Exactly." She said. "This what you wanted?"

"Yeah." Phil smiled, then frowned. "Although I could do without Lance Hunter having his hands all over my daughter."

Melinda rolled her eyes. Bobbi and Hunter had always been a little fonder of PDA than Clint and Natasha, and Phil had always found it hard to stomach.

"They're in love." Mel said. "We were like that once. Actually, we're still kind of like that now if we're honest."

"Hm." Phil nuzzled her cheek. "I don't deny it. But it's different when I see my daughter acting like that."

"She's not twelve anymore, Phil." She reminded him. As if to demonstrate her point, Hunter placed an open-mouthed kiss to Bobbi's neck. Even for them, that was a little steep. There was certainly something going on with Bobbi and Hunter. Mel made a silent pledge to figure out what.

Phil groaned and pressed his face into her shoulder as Hunter kissed Bobbi's neck again, his hands groping under her shirt. Luckily, Skye was occupied with playing thumb wars with Clint and didn't seem to notice the overtly sexual behaviour Mel would prefer not to expose the eight year old to.

Mel watched as Hunter whispered something into Bobbi's ear, her eldest daughter failing to disguise a blush and turning her head to kiss her boyfriend. The kiss went from chaste to heated in half a second, and Mel smirked as she felt Phil's arm tighten around her slightly. Bobbi's tongue made an appearance and Phil went rigid. One look at his face revealed him glaring daggers in Hunter's direction.

"Okay, okay." Mel announced. "Get your tongue out of my daughter's mouth, Lance Hunter."

Hunter had the grace to look terrified as he moved his face away from Bobbi's and extracted his hands from her shirt, although she remained flush against his chest.

"Mom." Bobbi said, blushing profusely.

"I'm glad you stopped them, Mom." Nat smirked. "I was gonna go get the hose and spray them down."

Bobbi glared at her sister. "We were just kissing. I can kiss my-," She paused for a millisecond, but Mel noticed. "-boyfriend, if I want to."

Clint grinned. "Not like you're starring in a porno-,"

"Clint." Mel chastised.

"Sorry." He said, looking anything but. "But I just don't want them to scar Skye for life. She's only eight."

Skye, looking utterly confused, frowned. "I'm not scarred."

"Actually," Mel said. "I'm more concerned about your father."

Phil put his head in his hands. "Talk about being scarred. I'm scarred."

Hunter remained quiet.

"How about you keep some things for behind closed doors, huh guys?" Mel suggested.

Bobbi blushed again. "Sorry, Dad."

Phil's head remained in his hands. "I love you, Bobbi. I do. I love you so much, but if I ever see your tongue inside Lance Hunter's mouth again I will lock you in your room and take Hunter to one of the far corners of the Earth, leave him there, and then never tell you where he is." Phil looked up. "I'll do it. I will."

Mel smirked. Hunter looked genuinely horrified. Bobbi just rolled her eyes.

"How come you never threaten Clint?" Bobbi asked. "It's not fair you target my boyfriend and never get mad at Clint."

"Not true." Clint said. "Just last night Phil got really mad at me when he thought I'd knocked up Nat."

"He didn't" Nat said quickly at the shocked expression on her sister's face. "Just to clarify, he didn't knock me up."

"What's knocked up mean?" Skye asked and Mel stood up.

"It doesn't matter and it's way past your bedtime." She said. Skye pouted. "Come on, Skye, bedtime."

"But…" Skye looked around at her sisters. "I wanna stay up. Please can I stay up?"

"I'm sorry, baby. Bedtime." Mel shrugged and held out her hand.

Skye gave one last look of longing to Bobbi and Natasha.

"Sorry, baby sis." Bobbi said. "Mom's in charge."

"Sorry." Nat shrugged.

"Say goodnight to everyone." Mel said.

Skye stood up dejectedly, but hugged each of the kids in turn, lingering more over Bobbi and Natasha.

"You're gonna still be here in the morning, right?" She asked Bobbi.

"Yeah." Bobbi held out her pinkie. "Promise."

Skye grabbed it with her own finger and smiled. "Night, guys." She climbed over the many legs to get to Phil, throwing both arms around his neck. He caught her easily. "Night, Phil."

He kissed Skye's cheek and released her to Melinda. "Night, Skye. Sweet dreams."

"Come on." Mel took Skye's hand and led her upstairs to bed.

"Mel, what's knocked up mean?" Skye asked.

Melinda sighed. "I'm gonna kill Clint." She muttered under her breath.

"Huh?"

"I said, let's get you to bed."

…

Natasha was curled up on the couch with her mother and older sister. The boys at some point after Skye had gone to bed, had decided that they would break out Monopoly, and were now having a very serious and frank game of real estate on the living room floor. It never seemed to end well, which was precisely why she, Bobbi and her mother had decided not to take part.

"Phil, you cannot claim that the Water Works is worth that much." Clint was saying. "You're being ridiculous."

"No, Clint, you're being ridiculous." Her father countered. "You are forgetting the rate of inflation that has affected the public services. Taxing is just not cutting it these days."

"We're playing Monopoly, Phil."

"Clint, you're just not taking this seriously enough."

"We're playing Monopoly."

Natasha snorted and went back to focusing on her mother and sister.

"So," her Mom said, "how long can we expect you and Hunter to be staying for?"

Bobbi balked. "Well…"

"Yeah, Bobbi." Nat smirked. "How long until you go back to your permanent residence, in England, half way across the planet, where you live."

"Shut up, Natasha." Bobbi threatened.

Natasha just laughed.

"You're welcome to stay for as long as you want." Their mother shook her head. "I know something is going on with you and Hunter, Bobbi." She said, brushing some of the hair out of Bobbi's face. "I'll find out, you know."

"I know you will, Mama. I honestly don't doubt it."

"So, what would be the best choice for you?"

Bobbi cringed. "To tell you now."

"Go ahead." Her Mom said.

"No thank you." Bobbi nodded. "I'll tell you, I promise. Just not right now."

"I take it, Nat knows?"

Natasha grinned. "Bob tells her sisters everything. Of course I know. And Skye knows."

"Natasha." Bobbi chastised.

"Sorry."

Their mother rubbed her temples. "Bobbi. You are twenty-five. A grown woman. I trust you, but please tell me whatever your not telling me, isn't something extremely serious."

"It's not, Mom." Bobbi promised.

"You're not going to end up in prison or anything, right?"

"No, Mom. Promise."

"Okay." Her mother shrugged. "I love you girls." She looked between the both of them. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

Bobbi curled against their mother, and Natasha mirrored her action, reaching a hand out to hug her big sister, too.

"I love you, Mom." Bobbi said.

"I love you, too, Mama." Nat added.

"What the hell is 'North Carolina Avenue'? It should be 'Oxford Street'." Hunter yelled from across the room. "You Americans are ludicrous."

Natasha nudged her sister. "You really love that idiot?" She smirked.

"Yeah." Bobbi smiled. "I really do."

"And why is it purple? It should be brown."

"Shut up, Hunter."

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