Damas y caballeros, su atención, por favor= ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please

Later that night, after he'd hashed things out with Gabe, and taken a shower, Robbie called Daisy. He probably could have texted, but he wanted to hear her voice.

She picked up after the first ring, just as he noticed the time.

"Sorry for calling so late," he apologized.

"It's okay," her voice was pitched low and he heard some rustling noises.

Robbie smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest. He probably should talk to her about Gabe, but he didn't want to. This was their time.

"I was thinking about you when you called," she offered, hesitantly.

"Yeah? What were you thinking?" Robbie got comfortable in bed, still smiling. He hadn't felt this relaxed in years.

"It must be tough to have people close to you lie," she answered. "Are you okay?"

Robbie exhaled. She was so astute, and she didn't even know him.

"It did hurt," Robbie wanted to be honest. "But I can't complain about the outcome,"

"What outcome is that?" she asked.

"You and me."

She was silent.

"You don't deserve the way we treated you," Robbie continued. "By Canelo, Gabe, certainly not me. Dinner won't be enough to make it better."

Daisy laughed, a sultry sound that made heat pool in his belly.

"I think you owe me lots of dinners, then," she teased.

Robbie grinned. "We can work something out."

And work it out, they did.

Daisy secured financial aid and grants for Gabe's college program, and because she was free for the summer, she drove Gabe while Robbie was at work. And unlike Robbie, she had no qualms laying down the law.

"I don't give a shit what you say or do to me," she warned him on their first trip upstate. "But don't ever hurt Robbie intentionally again. Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am," Gabe replied meekly. But he was relieved; Robbie had someone to back him up, and Daisy's rules made him feel secure for some reason.

And just like Canelo predicted, Robbie and Daisy were married over the Christmas break later that year.

Daisy's mentor, Dr. Coulson, walked her down the aisle, while his wife Mrs. May-Coulson gifted her with a wedding veil as something old. Robbie, under Canelo's advice, bought her a new set of ruby earrings, and she borrowed her Principal's pearl hairclip for the day.

"My grandmother bought this clip in London ages ago," Dr. Simmons-Fitz explained, as she shimmied into her matron of honor dress. "Thank you for using it." And Daisy teared up, realizing that she had an entire family of people who loved her.

"Oh no, no, no!" her makeup artist Elena, came over and blotted Daisy's face. "No crying yet!"

"What are you getting that's blue?" Jemma asked.

Daisy gestured to a blue mug that held a sprig of daisies on the dresser.

"Robbie's boss wanted me to have this cup for good luck," Daisy explained. "It came from Mexico way back in the day and apparently survived an earthquake and its aftershocks."

"Must be special if it survived a quake that large," Elena observed as she deftly fixed Daisy's hair.

The ladies agreed that the ability to survive was underrated.

The wedding was small but beautiful and Daisy, who always thought Robbie was handsome, was awestruck when she saw him in his sharp tuxedo. He'd gotten a haircut and shaved the night before, and it was the first time she ever saw him in formal wear. The crisp white shirt highlighted his skin tone and when his face lit with a slow smile as she walked towards him, Daisy tripped on her feet. Thankfully, Dr. Coulson steadied her.

Canelo, who was in Robbie's wedding party, chuckled when he witnessed the scene.

"Eh mijo, Something keeps catching your bride's eye!" he teased Robbie.

The priest went through the ceremony and soon it was time to exchange the vows.

"Do you, Roberto Reyes, take Daisy Louise Johnson to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

Robbie inhaled as tears pricked his eyes.

"I have been waiting for you all my life," his voice cracking as he spoke. "I do."

There wasn't a dry eye in the church when the wedding was finished.

And then there was a bombshell at the reception.

"Damas y caballeros, su atención, por favor," Canelo had stood up to speak as the wedding reception was winding down.

Perplexed, Robbie and Daisy looked at each other, unsure what was about to happen.

"I am an old man, and it has been a joy to see Robbie grow up from a quiet child into the man that he is today." Canelo blinked rapidly, before continuing. "I am proud of Robbie as if he was my own son. I'm happy to say that when he comes back from his honeymoon, he will be working for Canelo and Son, which is my wedding gift to him."

Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd, but Robbie was speechless.

"Thank you so much!" Daisy smoothly stood up raising her glass for a toast. "To Canelo and Son!"

Everyone joined in the toast, and soon the drinks were flowing again as Canelo made his way over to the bride and groom.

"I, I don't know what to say," Robbie stammered. It was too big a gift, he couldn't accept.

"When you don't know what to say, listen to your wife," Canelo's twinkled at him. "I'll iron everything out with Daisy."

"You don't have to do this," Robbie needed Canelo understand that.

"But I want to," Canelo interrupted him. "I will die happy knowing that when I'm gone you are taking care of my legacy."

"Don't talk like that," Robbie complained.

"Mijo, your life is beginning, and I need to think about mine ending."

In a few short years, events would come to pass that made Robbie and Daisy understand why Canelo was always pushing Robbie to get married and why he bequeathed his business.

But for right now, everyone was merry as they celebrated into the night, grateful that amid the rigors of life, happy endings still exist.

And you can meet the one, you'd waited for all your life.

Thank you for reading! I wanted to do a story where we focus on Robbie's environment, not as a place that he wanted to escape (like in the comics) but a place where hard-working people can live and love and make a life :)