M’kay this should be fun.
Daisy wasn’t the type of girl that typically liked girly stuff, but Robbie still figured she might appreciate the gesture.
If nothing else, the bouquet of roses he was buying her might help him hide any awkward stuttering or blushing.
“So, who’s the lucky person?” the cashier asked, mischievous and friendly.
“Ironically, her name is Daisy,” Robbie responded.
The cashier’s eyes lit up, “Oh my God! I have the perfect thing for you!”
The cashier bent down to retrieve something from behind the desk. When the man stood up, he was holding a single white daisy.
“This little guy fell out of the last client’s bouquet,” the cashier explained, “I was going to throw it away, considering the stem’s a little crushed, but if you want it, it’s on the house!”
“Thank you,” Robbie said awkwardly, taking the daisy, careful not to squish the flower any more than it was already squished.
As he exited the little flower shop, Robbie carefully added the daisy to the roses, nestling it in as close to the middle as he could. That should keep it as relatively protected as it could be on the way back to base on a motorcycle.
See, Robbie did love his magic, self-healing car, but sometimes, the thing needed time to heal. Like today. Considering a United States chopper had fired a missile at it and blown it to bits.
So, while what pieces they could scavage of the car were knitting themselves back together in the garage of the Lighthouse, Mack had let Robbie borrow his motorcycle to go out and buy Daisy some flowers. On three conditions.
One, that he brought the bike back without a scratch.
Two, that he didn’t hurt Daisy, or Mack, Yo-yo, and Fitzsimmons would be more than happy to beat him up in Coulson and May’s absence.
And three, that he preferably did both of those things while keeping himself alive.
Unfortunately, the first of those conditions was starting to look like it was going to be difficult.
A black van with a guy in sunglasses despite the clouds following him. Not suspicious at all.
Robbie revved the engines and went faster.
Since the motorcycle was smaller than his charger, Robbie could go faster and fit through spaces he normally wouldn’t have been able to, enabling him to lose the tail in less than ten minutes. However... he had forgotten to close the container on the back of the bike. The one containing the flowers.
“Shit,” Robbie muttered. Usually, wind ripping the petals straight off a flower wouldn’t be a problem for him. Hell, who knew flowers were that fragile in the first place?
But the one flower still relatively intact, was the one that had been in the middle of the bouquet; a slightly-crushed, slightly-battered daisy.
Well, better that than nothing.
Daisy was a little surprised when she opened her door to find that Robbie Reyes was the one who had knocked. Sure, the guy was now an agent of SHIELD, but he wasn’t exactly known for liking to be around people. He was an introvert that way, usually sitting off to the side and doing something on his phone when everyone else was having game night.
“Hey,” Daisy said, mildly worried considering he’d wrecked his car only that morning, “What’s up?”
“Um,” Robbie awkwardly pulled a slightly-crushed daisy from behind his back.
Daisy honestly had no clue how to respond to that. She knew Simmons and Yo-yo would tease her about how she was about 98% sure she’d turned a few shades redder.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go out to a movie sometime,” Robbie muttered, “And I meant to get you a real bouquet, but I got in a car chase and this was all that survived.”
Daisy took the tiny flower from him, “It’s beautiful.”
She barely had to think about her response before answering the question.
“Okay. Next time there’s something worth seeing out, just name a time and place. I’ll be there.”
Robbie stood at her door for a few more awkward seconds before pointing down the hall, “I’m gonna go now.”
“You do that,” Daisy said equally awkwardly.
Daisy would be lying if she said she didn’t squeal a little bit to herself after closing the door.
