#also in my heart of hearts i simply KNOW elle and nick would be close

[chaoortu]

a random list of fic ideas i am completing at very random intervals

agatha all along x twin peaks au where charlie is on a magical manhunt looking for his "dead" boyfriend surrounding an accident that's left him with amnesia with mr. ajayi while mr. ajayi is trying to run away from death (mr. farouk). meanwhile he is... actually interacting with nick a lot just neither of them can remember each other and they get on each other's LAST DAMN NERVE. slight euphoria/skins inspired au where Charlie is struggling with addiction recovery and nick is the new "girl" at higgs. includes fake-dating, trans nick (because i'm me. sorry.), and lots of conversations about how shit it is to be queer sometimes you know what i mean and also the push and pull of teenage friendships plus some EPIC Elle and Nick bestie moments. and of cOURSE. The breakup-makeup fic where Charlie breaks up with Nick during Nick's first term at Leeds and in response, Nick blocks him on everything and refuses to speak to him again. </3 five years pass, charlie's given up on LOVE but he and Nick reunite for Tara and Darcy's wedding and oh no... they still have feelings for each other. how do they rebuild what they've lost while learning who the other has become in the past half decade?

[drakewalkerfantasy]

The day its all began... [2/17]

Summary: Arriving to the crime scene, FBI agent Seeley Booth and his partner Temperance Brennan from Jeffersonian Institute, never could have imagined, what they would see. Does this really seems, that ghosts of the past have been returned to complete their work. Or is there more to this story than meets the eye? All agent Booth and Dr. Brennan has to go on is crucified body on the tree and a bunch of bones and flesh, and sign cut on the chest. Will they be able to identify and give the face to the victim. Or this victim will become another one from the myriad of faceless victims of crimes?

Pairings: Booth x Brennan

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Multiple deaths (children), corps description. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Words Count: 1599

Note: All rights reserved to Hart Hanson, Fox Television, Kathy Reichs and whoever else work on this brilliant TV series I just borrowing their characters and nothing else. Also Miles Straume I will borough from LOST creators, thought he is original character in this Universe with his own story line. This was my first series I wrote, also this was originally written in Russian and I’m translated it to English. I’m trying to do my best there, so hopefully you will like it. Please let me know.

Please let me know, if you want to be added or removed from tags list, no hard feeling, I understand that this may be not everyone peace of cake.

Taggs: @thesassysparkle @elles-choices @fluffy-marshmallow-heart @boneandfur @tmarie82 @walkerismychoice @darley1101

Washington, DC

Rock Creek Park

11th June, 9am

Stopping on the side of the road in about 45 minutes, the partners get out of the car and moved inside the park. Turning to the left from the main trail they walked for a while through forest in the direction of the creek. It took them just ten minutes to come to the halt in front of FBI cordon’s tape. Noticing them, the man of about 40 years old with a confident look, but with sign of tiredness on his face, headed toward them.

- Hey, it took you long enough to get there, - stated the man, slightly lifting the FBI tape and letting Booth and Brennan pass to the crime scene.

- Miles... - spoke Booth shaking the man’s hand, - Brennan, this is agent Straume - my former partner. Miles, this is Temperance Brennan from Jeffersonian Institute, she is working with me as my partner. She and her team are helping in victim and cause of death identification.

- How and who found the body? - shaking man’s hand, Temperance immediately got down to business and headed to the crime scene.

- Some guy was walking with his dog and he noticed something on that hill over there, - Miles pointed in the distance, where already was crowded with FBI agents and onlookers outside the cordon, - Our guys arrived as soon as they could, after receiving the call. What we found... this became a test even for us.  Your assistant arrived a couple of minutes ago, he is waiting for your there, - spoke man, pointing once more in the same direction on the big pine tree in the middle of the hill, - poor guy went white as a sheet, when he seen this, - in quick strides they approached the place indicated by Straume, covering the distance in a minutes, they stopped to the halt at the food of the hill. But what they saw on top was too much even for a Brennan, who seen a lot of corpses even in worst condition before and during her work for FBI and Jeffersonian.

Judging by the bone and body structure, this was a child, crucified on the tree. Taking a deep breath, she climbed the hill coming closer to the crime scene and realising that this was not all. She could feel the nausea washed over her, when she have made her next observations:  “The skin on the face was torn off to the bones, fingers were missing on one hand, and some sign was cut on the chest. With a bottom half of the body, apparently, have worked some animals. Also scraps of meat and bones were scattered at a rather large distance.” The body was in such state that this was impossible to identify a victim. Brennan came closer to the tree, not even noticing that Booth state behind. Looking around, she found her assistant, who was pale and looked at one point.

- Zack, - she spoke, pulling the young guy from his benumb condition and giving him some instructions, - you will need to scour the area and collect the missing parts of the skeleton. Also you will need to take a pictures of the crime scene and... - before she could finish, a young girl approached them. She was in her late 20th, her golden hairs fell down from her slender shoulders and her big crystal blue eyes were focused on them. 

- Hello, my name is Claire Maggregon. I’m a professional photographer of The Washington Post, I spoke with this man over here, - girl pointed in Booth direction who spoke with some FBI agent, whose name Brennan couldn’t recall, on the foot of the hill, - and was told that this is okay to make a photos of a crime scene to raise an awareness among the residents. Also I couldn’t help, but overheard that you need someone to make photos of this... there, - her already big eyes got even bigger and her pale skin became even whiter, when she noticed a body crucified on the tree and parts of the flesh and bones around. She swallowed hard refocusing her gaze on Temperance and taking a deep breath she continued not letting Brennan to object, - I can help. I’m the best photographer you ever could find and I’m keen to the details. Whatever you need will be there.

- Good, - grudgingly agreed Brennan, - but you need to pay extreme attention to the details. I need pictures from all angles and nothing should be missing. 

- Of course. This is understandable. Moreover, I can show you pictures straight after I complete to make them and if something will be missing, you can tell me what else you need, -  said Claire friendly, with enthusiasm getting to work.

Having sighed heavily, and gaining more air into the lungs, Brennan put on gloves and proceeded with body primary examination before body would be taken to Jeffersonian Institution. Usually this part of her job was easily done and never caused any difficulties, but today... today this was much more difficult to perform. But she quickly brushed these thoughts aside and tried to concentre on the details even harder. Setting to work, she started to speak her observations on a tape recorder:  "This is a child. A boy, around 6-8 years old, an approximate height of 3 feet 12 inches, race is uncertain. Obviously played soccer." 

- What makes you think he played soccer? - asked Booth, who had climbed the hill at that time. Brennan continued body examination, meantime answering the question that seemed so obvious to her: 

- The anterior cruciate ligament is torn. It's most commonly torn during sports that involve sudden stops and changes in direction. Based on my knowledge I would say this is more likely is soccer than any other sport. This injuries mechanism often concludes in valgus curvature of the tibia and its pronation.

-Bones, please say it in normal language? - wearily asked Booth.

- Simply speaking, he had a knee injury with a pathological curvature of the lower leg to the outside, which can only be obtained by playing this sport, - said Temperance, as if explaining the obvious things to the child.

- She is smart, - smirked agent Straume who came up at this time, - and also good looking, - stated Miles, watching curiously at Hale, not noticing the disgruntled gaze of his former partner. 

- When he died? - asked Booth, ignoring his former partner and trying to hide his irritation.

 - It’s hard to say. I’ll need to examine the skeleton in the laboratory, - said Brennan a little bit guiltily, lifting her head and looking on Booth intently, - well, it will be necessary to remove the body from the tree. But this needs to be done very carefully, so bones wouldn’t be damaged. They are already too fragile.

- All right, I'll give you a rate, - Booth said with a salute.

- I don’t know what this means? - uttered Brennan frowning and straightening to her full height. Booth smiled slightly and throwing orders to the FBI agents headed to the car, showing agent Straume that he is driving with them. Striding slowly toward the car, Miles did not take his eyes off Temperance, who was walking in front of him. He slowed down waiting for Booth to reach him. For a second they walked in silence, while Miles looked at him with interest and, following his gaze, grinned.

- She doesn’t look bad, - stated Miles with a smirk, - single? 

- This is none of your business, - cut off Booth, barely restraining himself and his boiling anger.

- Don't worry my friend, I was just curious. Also... Booth, I’m not a fool. I noticed how you devour her with your eyes, and look at me like in the good old days, when I did something that went against your ethical considerations.

- Straume, shut up, - Booth growled through clenched teeth. And then taking a deep breath, he added guiltily, - I'm sorry. I just had a very bad morning... So sorry if your remark doesn’t humour me. This case... Shit, - swore the man under his breath and closed eyes for a moment before continuing, - This case and the last one we worked together are like two peas in a pod. Miles, I am so sorry. I just tried to forget everything what happened then. I tried not to think, tried to hide from my memory that this was my fault why Nick has died. I'm so sorry. And this case is so similar to the last one. It feels like the ghosts of the past have been returned to complete their work.

- I know. I myself would gladly forgot about those times. But apparently someone decided to remind us of them, - said Miles, who turned a little paler and patted Booth on the shoulder, - Seeley, you know, I have never blamed you for Nick’s death. This was my fault too.

- If I wouldn’t insist on location that we need to check first and on calling for backup, he would have been still alive, - said Booth.

Coming to the halt, they stood there for a bit, remembering the events they both wanted to forget. Both men not even noticing, that Brennan tactfully walked a couple of meters away and waited for them patiently, what was quite odd for her usual self.

[tonksiefea]

So We Danced|| Philinda

A/N: I have not written things in a long time (Except my little excerpt in the Hot Potato challenge with Strike Team Alpha to help friends) so this may kinda suck! But I enjoyed writing it! Than you the beautiful, perfect, love of my life, best friends @agentsphilinda​ For betaing and being an all around flawless person and encouraging me to write this and for @marvelelle​ for helping with the Chinese. I hope you enjoy your nods! If you want to hear the song that inspired it that’s here!

Summary: Cadet Melinda May and a group of Ops Cadets practice under cover missions in a supposed Hydra bar where they have to learn if the bartender is an Agent of just a man. When Melinda leaves her purse she gets more than she expected.

McLernean’s was either a very obvious cover or a very stupid choice by a civilian. Melinda supposed that someone who wasn’t looking for a Hydra base wouldn’t actually think it was a reference to the Lernean Hydra, and thus the organization. SHIELD, however, was looking for a Hydra base and that made the little bar a big target, though one generally safe enough to be used as a training exercise for ops students at the Academy in field training.

Melinda was watching as most of her ops class tried to hit on the bartender and buy him drinks. The cover was a bachelorette party, the mission was to detect traces of Hydra and ascertain if the bartender was a civilian or an agent of Hydra. Most of the girls seemed to think throwing themselves and their cleavage at the admittedly handsome bartender was the way to do it. Melinda wasn’t convinced and so far the results were less than stellar. She hated undercover and she was not going to flirt with him or try to buy him a drink. Sure he was cute, had nice eyes and his tank top showed off a good set of arms. But Melinda had never been the type to walk up and flirt and he wasn’t responding to that anyway.

She was watching Elle strike out with an abysmally obvious offer to sleep with him and a terrifying implication that she was offering to do so right there. Melinda was pretty sure from the guy’s face he got the same impression. Elle had gotten pretty close actually, at the very least he offered to call her a cab and wait with her for it to come. That was when Melinda got hit with an idea. Subtly she put her purse under her chair and waited for the end of the night when the bar would call its last round.

Eventually patrons started to file out. The six agents in her group had all taken a look around and found little things here and there about Hydra, but still had no traces on the bartender. They all seemed frustrated and some were even overtly upset the cute guy hadn’t picked them. A few seemed to be eyeing her, annoyed she hadn’t tried. She wasn’t going to point out that if he hadn’t responded to their tactics throwing herself at him wouldn’t fare much better. On the way out she broke from the group all headed back to the Academy telling them she had something to do. They all assumed she was meeting a boyfriend and let her go. She had a different plan.

Phil Coulson, doctorate student, was working in a seedy but somewhat respected bar in DC. Sadly studying for a PhD in History did not pay well, so here he was every night and weekend he could spare, working for tips and trying to get through life.  He stood in the middle of the bar sweeping the floor, hoping he could clock out soon. They were finally closed and it had been a crazy night between the two bachelorette parties and some very drunk women hitting on him. More than usual too.

Phil was grateful for the job, he really was. It was the only place that encouraged him to work on his studies and even let him study In in the bar. In fact, as weird as it seemed his slightly creepy boss would sometimes drill him on WWII facts and ask him details about the events Phil loved researching. It was kind of fun and had endeared the guy to Phil, even if the round glasses and white hair and often cold exterior was off putting. He didn’t mind quiet people, they were puzzles and he loved solving them.

When she walked in she looked like a puzzle and he was pretty sure he wanted to solve her. However, he also knew his boss would kill him and he had a paper to work on. “Sorry, but we’re closed.” He said smiling. “I know a pretty good bar near the Smithsonian that might be open though.” He offered smirking. He loved going to those museums and then going for a drink after with friends and drilling facts or debating which part of history was best.

“Thanks, but I’m not here for another drink.” She assured “I actually think I left my purse.” She admitted. Melinda didn’t smile, not often. She smiled when she pranked or when it was earned but for ops it was still hard for her to smile believably.  She hoped her tiny smirk would do for now and it really did. That small smirk was enough for Phil to pause and his heart flopped a bit giving her a smile and pushing up his glasses.

“Oh yeah, I, uhh, I actually found one earlier, I bet it’s probably yours.” He offered walking behind the bar. It didn’t fit her at all. It was pink. She didn’t look pink. She looked Navy blue or grey or silver. The dress she was in now was powder blue and while it looked amazing on her, it just wasn’t right. He had always prided himself on reading people and reading her said she wasn’t really the type to wear what she was wearing. “Were you with one of the bachelorette parties?” He asked making conversation.

“Yeah, my friend’s getting married. They’re very in love, it’s nauseating.” She said smirking. She was thinking of Stefanie and her sci-tech boyfriend Nick. They were the ‘married’ couple tonight and they really were cute if a little over the top about it but that was from actually being madly, sickeningly in love.

He smirked pausing. “You don’t like love?” he asked astonished. That was crazy for him. Who didn’t like love? He wanted to get her a drink. He wanted to get her a bunch of drinks and talk to her for hours. At this point he had to know everything.

Melinda smirked “I like it just fine. But being around it when you’re single can be annoying.” She reasoned and once again he found himself shocked. How on earth was this woman single? “If you like love so much why didn’t you respond to any of those girls trying to get you drinks?” She asked slipping into a stool that was still down. Her feet were killing her.

He smirked and pulled out some glasses. “I was on the clock working and they were drunk. It’d be taking advantage and my mother taught me manners. Scotch?” He offered smiling and trying for charming, but there was a decent chance it ended up a bit more dopy than that. It didn’t matter much though, because that dopey was absolutely perfect for Melinda. She was used to guys being composed and suave and he couldn’t seem to do that. Oh, he was trying, but he wasn’t quite there and it was completely disarming when she was used to agents. They were always composed.

“I thought you were closed.” She countered. She absolutely wasn’t flirting, and if she was giving him a teasing look, well that wasn’t anything to talk about.

Phil shrugged “I never said I’d charge you.” He pointed out pouring them both glasses and sliding one over.

“Oh a bad boy.” She teased lightly taking the drink and not taking a sip quite yet. She’d given him some things, now it was his turn. Besides, she didn’t trust the scotch quite yet, not until she knew for sure. She was pretty sure she had him hook line and sinker.

He laughed loudly at the thought of being conceived as anything like a bad boy. He was the opposite. He was a nerd with a penchant for old tech. “Oh yeah, didn’t you know? Historians are absolutely the bad boys of Academia.” He joked.

“Historian?” she probed. That was exactly what she was looking for!  Information on him and what he knew.

He nodded and pulled out a text book bringing it over. “Yep. I’m a student at George Washington U. Going for a PhD in History. I specialize in World War II Era history.” he said excitedly. “I love those old organizations like Hydra and SHIELD!” He gushed.

She tilted her head and looked him over taking a sip of the drink. He was officially harmless. His face was sheer joy and excitement but bringing that up he was either the best spy ever, or a Civilian and with the way he behaved she was betting civilian. She’d seen traces of Hydra all over but he seemed completely out of it. “Why does a PhD student work here?” She asked before she could think much about it. She didn’t talk, not ever. She wasn’t the talking type, but for some reason hearing him gush excitedly about history sounded like one of the most enjoyable things in the world to her at that moment. She was starting to think she was drunk but she’d only had one sip of scotch.

He laughed. “Grad School doesn’t pay well.” he said simply. “Besides, my boss isn’t so bad. A little weird but he loves it when I talk about my studies into Hydra and SHIELD and some of the important, lesser known facts about the Wars. I’m doing my Thesis on the potential location of Captain America’s body based on his last known mission and the events after.” He explained. “He was really into hearing about that. And Hydra which is weird cause SHIELD is way better!” Phil gushed quickly before realizing he was letting out all of his nerd right onto the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. Why was she here again? How was she still listening to him? Oh Right! “Oh your - your purse.” He said and whirled quickly blushing and digging for the pink bag which confused the hell out of Melinda. He’d been holding her history hostage while all she wanted was to get her purse and go home.

She’d been sitting there amused and gathering the info she needed about what he knew and whether or not he worked for Hydra when suddenly he was pulling back. And what did he mean purse? She didn’t carry purses! Then she remembered she was under cover. “Yeah I need that.” she agreed smirking. “But you’re right, SHIELD is way better.” she said smirking. He was kind of perfect. He was a civilian, knew SHIELD but didn’t know it was still around and he was sweet and awkward and cute. God this was a terrible idea. The look on his face when she said that though was heart melting. He looked like she’d just offered him the world.

Phil couldn’t imagine a better fate. Here was a goddess standing in front of him and she knew SHIELD. She was a dream come true. He looked at the pink bag in his hands and smiled. “I have a condition for you getting this back.” He said holding it away from her as she tried to reach for it. He saw the muscles in her arm and was pretty sure she could rip him in half with very little effort but this time he needed to be brave, for love.

She quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms under her chest. “Condition?” what condition could that be. She was ready to slap him if he asked for a kiss. He was cute but she wasn’t that easy.

He smiled like she held the stars and nodded proudly. “You have to dance with me.” He said brightly thinking it was the perfect option.

“I don’t dance.” She said flatly. He was asking her for a dance? What kind of old fashioned crazy person was he? He was asking her to dance with him. It was cute. Horrifying but cute.

“You can’t dance?” He asked not believing her for a moment. She was so graceful when she walked and she held herself beautifully. She had to dance. Her walk was a dance.

“No, I said I don’t dance, not that I can’t.” She corrected. “I happen to be a pretty good dancer. I just hate it.” She said simply.

His jaw dropped open for the thousandth time since she’d walked in the door. How could one person surprised him so many times in less than an hour? Had it been less than an hour? He’d lost track of time a while ago. “Who hates dancing! It’s great! You sway and move and there’s music and you get to hold the person you’re with. It's amazing!” He insisted.

“If I dance with you will you stop talking about dancing?” She teased lightly and he nodded excitedly.

“And you get your purse.” He pointed out making her laugh. He loved her laugh. She had the best smile and the most beautiful laugh and her hair looked so soft. He could not wait to dance with her.

Melinda huffed and looked around. “Alright, turn on the music.” She agreed and he instantly set to work putting on a song.

If Melinda was expecting this to be a ploy to cop a feel on her she was completely mistaken. One hand stayed at her waist, the other at her hand and he waltzed her around the floor to a slow jazz song that played from his phone on the counter.

“Still hate dancing?” He asked her smiling as he moved with her not pressed too close but close enough to feel like the luckiest man in the universe being this close to her.

She smiled a little looking into his eyes. This close, being held, she didn’t feel like an agent on a mission. She had gotten her answers, this guy was not Hydra, he was a nerdy college student working on a history degree and being utterly charming while he did it. “Yep.” She insisted and saw him start to pull away and smirked. “But maybe a little less now.” The instant she said that the smile that lit up his face was astonishing and he spun her expertly  before pulling her just a touch closer.

“You really are a great dancer.” He complimented totally lost in holding her and moving. She was amazing to see and as they danced, her long hair brushed his arm just slightly and he’d been right. It was so soft.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She said smirking and actually enjoying herself for a while. She had to admit being this close to him and seeing him like this she might have been falling for his nerdy, eager charms.

She could hear the song coming to an end and expertly she slipped her hand down just a bit, distracting him as she slid her hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. She cursed having very little space to hide anything in her dress but after a final dip and a smile Phil was quick to turn around and hide his blush. He looked cute all red face but it gave her time to slip his wallet into the cleavage of her dress before he handed her her purse. “You should… come back sometime. If you want to.” He offered looking hopeful.

Melinda smiled warmly at him. “I might have to take you up on that.” She said and leaned up kissing his cheek and taking her purse walking out the door and counting in her mind pulling the wallet from her cleavage and looking in it to try to find a business card.

She just found one when he burst from the doors. “Hey did you---” He stopped seeing her smiling standing there pulling something from his wallet. “You took my wallet? How did I not feel that?” He asked totally stunned. He didn’t feel it because he was distracted by the rest of her body being pressed against him but still.

She smirked “It’s my talent.” She said reading the business card in her hand. “Phillip Coulson. It even has a picture and a cell phone number.” She said looking up. “Good thinking Phil.” she said tucking his card in her bra.

“What are you going to do with that?” He asked. He was flirting. Well, he was trying really hard to flirt but there was a picture of him now pressed against her breast and that was definitely not something to think about. He was suddenly glad his actress mother had forced him to put his picture on his business cards.

She smirked looking him over. “The card I keep. The wallet you can get back.” she said and he started to reach for it and she pulled it away. “On one condition.” she said smirking.

He swallowed terrified of what this condition could be. At the same time it seemed like the most amazing thing in the world. She looked like she was going to be very clever and he could not wait. “What’s the condition?” He asked, mouth dry looking in her deep brown eyes totally lost in them.

She smirked “You have to kiss me.” She said simply and his face broke into the widest smile anyone had ever seen.  A beautiful woman was asking to kiss him. It was amazing. Phil wasn’t sure he was able to figure out words at this point so he just nodded and moved in kissing her. It was sweet.  Slow and gentle and learning. Their lips pressed together, hers soft, his a little dry, both tasting of smoke and scotch. His hand tangled in her soft hair and it was just as soft as he thought it would be. One of her hands rested on his bicep squeezing just slightly to feel the slight muscles and he was glad his mother had always instilled a work out routine in him. He deepened the kiss slightly, their tongues meeting awkwardly at first but after a moment finding the perfect rhythm. It was the kind of kiss people wrote songs about, the kind of kiss that defined the world and made fireworks go off. The kind of kiss that, if you’d asked Melinda an hour ago, didn’t exist.

Just like that, it ended and she slipped his wallet back into his pocket slowly letting him feel it this time as her hand basically cupped his ass in his pocket. She smirked, nipping his lip as she drew away and he absently chased her lips wanting more. He was short of breath and she was feeling a little disheveled too.  She smirked up at him loving the look he was giving right now, bewildered and sweet. “See you around-- Phillip.” she said popping the last ‘p’ and walking off with a sway in her hips to her car.

She went to her car SHIELD had provided and took a deep breath to calm down when a call sounded. She picked up the in-car phone and knew she was in trouble. “May.” She greeted to the operator.

“Cadet May, why didn’t you return with the rest of the team?” A gruff and scary voice barked over the comms and she just knew it belonged to a one eyed man.

“I was finishing the mission sir. I got a final answer on the bartender.” She explained  tensely. Her body was still humming from him and she looked out the window seeing him on the phone himself gushing and looking so happy and she smirked. “He’s clean. No ties to Hydra. He’s a history student and other than preferring scotch to taquila he’s innocent.” She explained.

Fury grunted on the phone. “A bit too much information there Cadet.” He said and she blushed glad he couldn’t see her. Of course she’d messed up. Phil was just too damn distracting waving his arms excitedly.

“Sorry sir.” She apologized. “I’m on my way in now.” She said professionally.

Phil watched her get in her car and instantly started dialing. “Hello?” A woman’s voice came over the phone and he smiled so grateful she answered.

“Aunt Peggy? It’s Phil.” he said smiling and really not sure where to go with this. “Remember how you said when you met Steve you knew he was the love of your life?” he asked.

“I remember.” Peggy said sounding amused and so proud. “What’s her name?” She asked.

Phil stopped in his tracks watching her drive and his heart broke. Oh God! He never got her name. “I--I don’t know.” He said sadly and she had a way to contact him but he had no way to get in touch with her. He was ready to give up when he felt a buzz on his ear. “One sec Aunt Peggy.”

Melinda by the way. Good kiss.

Phil smiled and looked at the red tail lights and waved seeing her hand wave back in the shadow of her car. She was perfect.

Finals were murder. Especially at Operations Academy. She was in constant pain as she moved and covering it well. She hadn’t seen Phil in weeks. After the op they had started spending a lot of time together. She visited him at the bar, on campus, at his apartment. They met for dinners. Everything was perfect with him and Melinda May did not believe in perfect. But when she was with him everything was calmer. The world felt like it was balanced, like he was a balance. He was so full of life and love and joy and her total opposite, able to pull her out of her shell. They didn’t dance again, thank God, but they would tease each other constantly and she would play pranks on him, anything to make him laugh.

The last year of being with Phil had been perfect. They had even spent christmas together bundled up under some very thick wool blankets and nothing else for nearly a month when they were both on break. It had been a very good break.

Today she had finished her last final of the semester and they had just celebrated their anniversary. She had been nearly positive he was going to propose on their anniversary. He had been hiding something from her and she had been sure that was it, but their day came and went and while the dinner was lovely and the post dinner celebration was even more so, he hadn’t asked. Today she was going to his bar, not Hydra’s anymore. They had cleared out the Hydra ties and now that it was clear it had new management but they had promised to keep Phil on as a thank you for the work May had done on the mission. She was going to sit with him and have a drink to celebrate being done with finals and having a few weeks to spend with him distracting him as he typed away about Captain America and Bucky Barnes.

When she walked in she instantly noticed something was off. There were no regulars in the bar. In the corner were two women. One looked Distinctly like Peggy Carter, the other looked like an old movie actress, Angela Martinelli. Behind the bar was Phil but he wasn’t in his white tank. He was wearing a Navy Blue button down, no tie, and black slacks. The top two buttons were undone, just enough to see the hint of skin under. He looked practically edible. She looked over seeing her mom and dad and looked back to Phil. The lights were lower than usual and all the tables that usually had beer nuts and spills had table cloths and flowers and candles. “Bàba? Mā?” she asked her parents then looked to him. “Phil what’s--” She knew the answer to her own question but she was was suddenly as scared as she was happy and she didn’t know how to control her emotions for the first time in her life.

Phil walked over to her and smiled taking her hand. “Hey Lin.” He said using the nickname only he ever used for her and only in special moments. He knelt down and took a velvet box out of his shirt pocket. Melinda instantly laughed. He was kneeling. He looked like white a sight down on one knee.

“Phil what are you doing?” She asked. This was why she loved this adorable man so much. He did everything by the book.

He chuckled “I kinda hoped that was obvious but I’ve never done this before.” He admitted and opened the box showing her a beautiful white gold ring with a small diamond. “I know it’s not much but I’ll get you another one once I can afford it. I just really wanted to actually use a ring. I asked your dad for permission.” He started explaining.

Melinda rolled her eyes laughing. “of course you did.” she interrupted teasing.

“Hey I wanted to do this right!” He insisted. “But he told me to ask your mom. I see where you get your scariness from.” He said smiling and making her laugh and nod sniffing a bit. “But talking to her just reminded me how I’m the luckiest man in the world. We met because you were here trying to see if I was secretly evil and I thought you were a drunk girl at a party who left her purse and stole my wallet.” He said and they heard two laughs from the women in the corner and a wolf whistle from one. Phil looked over smirking awkwardly then went back to Melinda while her eyes never left his face. “I knew from then on I wanted to spend my whole life with you. So this is me asking if you want to do that too.” He admitted.

“Say the words!” A british voice prompted from the corner.

Phil huffed and rolled his eyes looking back. “I’m getting there Aunt Peggy just--”

“I’ll only marry you on one condition.” She said quickly before he could finish talking to the Director of SHIELD, that was new and kind of interesting. He’d mentioned Aunt Peggy but she didn’t know he meant Carter.

Phil’s eyes shot to hers and he smirked looking up at her. “Condition?” He asked curiously.

“You have to dance with me.” Melinda said simply.

He chuckled and stood up putting the ring back into his shirt pocket and offering taking her hand gently. “You hate dancing.” He reminded smiling like a crazy person.

“Who hates dancing?” She teased in return and pulled him close as a song started to play and she looked over to see her mother and father at the Juke box turning it on. They swayed to the beat just holding each other.

“So that’s a yes right?” He asked smiling at her and kissing her forehead happily.

She smiled and nodded “Yes, it’s a yes.” She agreed looking up into his eyes with adoration and warmth slipping her hand from his shoulder and into the pocket holding her ring before putting it on and kissing him deeply.

He kissed her back loving every piece of this, holding the woman of his dreams in his arms and kissing her and knowing he was about to marry her. “Oh, even more good news!” He said breaking away from the kiss. “I got a job.” he said brightly.

She smirked and quirked a brow. “Oh really? Where?” she asked curiously.

“SHIELD.” He said simply. “I’m their new World War I and II era consultant. Aunt Peggy pulled some strings. I’m on your team.” he said smirking. She shook her head unable to imagine a more perfect moment.

So They Danced.