This was NOT how it was supposed to go, dinner? Ruined. Flowers? Lasered into a crisp. At least he still had—oh shit, where is it?

Hands flew in a panic and patted himself down, desperately trying to–it's not here. Darn it!, where could it be?! His green eyes darted around in a sheer motion of fear, flying from empty bullet shells to the laser burn marks on the floor to the mess of broken dishes and unfinished meals before finally landing on the small black velvet box, a few feet away from where he was crouched down.

The engagement ring, this was the sole reason he'd planned this exclusive dinner with you, to finally propose to you after spending a whole year trying to find the perfect ring, only for him to he on the very edge of losing it if he didn't get it back in time. Biting hid bottom lip as his eyes squinted to try and calculate if he could quickly reach over and—

“BRETT!”, Reagan yelled out at him from across the other side, his bestfriend ducking down behind a table and occasionally firing back at the conspiracy theorists that somehow had come across Cognito Inc and well you can figure the follow up that led to them wrecking havoc in the city, they now had to fix. And yes, this was just a casual Tuesday at this point.

“Stop fucking around and help me try and contain them!” She whispered-yelled at him as she ducked back down to reload her memory erasing something gun.

Meanwhile, the gang was busy doing their own set of defending? Which really looked like arguing, but he was whipped again as he looked back at you.

There you were, looking fearless as ever while protecting him, holding an firearm as if it were something of a second nature and firing off at the angry hoard, it was amazing how much he adored you, despite you being an assassin for the company. Or well, if anything that adds to why he wanted to marry you, you were just so amazing.