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Daisy got off the plane with her duffle bag and the box for Bobbi. She didn’t even wait for May to power the jet down before she was off in search of the older woman. Her curiosity was killing her and she needed to know what was in the box. On her frantic search of the bunks, she placed her duffle down to unpack later and sprints down the nearest hallway continuing her search. She passes Coulson who looks flustered at her sudden appearance. Especially while she was still bandaged up from the beating she took from Barney. She stopped, still almost jogging in place holding on to the box as she felt its contents slide around, to talk to the Director.
“Hey, Coulson. We’ll debrief later. Just wanted to let you know all your nightmares are coming true. Clint and I are besties.” She sprinted off imagining his horror stricken face. She didn’t know how close she was to being spot on. But she also didn’t know how quickly it changed to a small smile of affection.
She finally found Bobbi and Hunter in the common area. She strode in with purpose, pushing the box into her lap and sitting down on her other side that Hunter did not inhabit at the moment. Bobbi looked at her surprised for a second then down at the present.
“What is this?” Daisy pushed it towards her more urgently.
“I don’t know. Clint wanted me to give it to you. For Valentines Day.” Her eyes shot up to watch Bobbi and Hunter’s reaction. Hunter went incredibly still and Bobbi flicked her eyes to Daisy.
“Today is Valentines Day?” Her tone was wavering a bit with anticipation. She looked at the box as if it were a bomb.
“Just open it! I’ve been dying to know what it is!” Daisy started the first tear before Bobbi got to it. As she uncovered the box of the wrapping paper, a festive one with hearts, a plain box was sitting there calling to Daisy with its secrets. Bobbi used one shaking hand to flip it open revealing a small wooden plaque. On closer inspection, and before Bobbi could move it out of her eyesight Daisy saw what it said.
"Happy 12th Year of Divorce! We Almost Made It!"
Directly below that was a picture of young Clint, maybe about twenty years old, and a younger Bobbi, at a sweet eighteen years old in a wedding dress. Daisy’s eyes widened and looked up at Bobbi who was blushing slightly, as she tried to get herself in control. Hunter cursed and stormed off to who-knows-where. All was silent for several seconds before Daisy erupted in laughter. She grabbed her stomach, and all of her wounds hurt, but she didn’t care. She felt tears pouring out of her face as she laughed. She finally got herself settled down enough to speak before she turned to Bobbi who was still staring at the plaque.
“You married Hawkass? Oh my God, I can totally see it now. Birds of a feather, right?” Daisy chuckled at her own joke.
Bobbi rolled her eyes and muttered sarcastically, “Haven’t heard that one before…” Bobbi then sighed, “Yeah, we weren’t married long. We were young, had too many adrenaline filled missions together. When you are in life threatening situations too much, you kindle some passion. Kind of like what Hunter and I were like before.”
Daisy chuckled, “I can see the appeal. He is a nice guy. I actually enjoyed working with him. I’d actually call him friend.”
Bobbi smiled, “Yeah, he is. Has never been mean or nasty to me since the divorce. Laura’s amazing too. But that’s never stopped him from poking fun at Hunter. He calls him ‘Clint Barton: British-version.’”
Daisy laughed, “That sounds a very Clint thing to do. So why Valentines Day?”
Bobbi chuckled, “We didn’t even realize it at the time, but the day we signed the papers was on Valentines Day. It was a coincidence. If you want the whole story, ask Clint. He loves that story.”
Daisy sighed happily, “I will when I visit next. God, that was funny. I might have actually pulled my stitches.”
After that, Daisy and Bobbi talked for a while. Telling stories about Clint and about the mission. Daisy would have to go find Lincoln and Coulson later and tell the same story, but she didn’t mind. After that, she’d get some downtime with Lincoln for Valentines Day. Sounded like a decent end to the day.