"Are you two ready to go?" asked Coulson as everyone stood in the cargo hold.

"Yes sir. Skye, are you ready?"

"Yeah one second," Skye replied. She was standing off to the side with Jemma and Rose all admiring her ring. Jemma and Rose hugged her as they said their goodbyes.

"S.H.I.E.L.D should have transportation waiting for you tomorrow night at your hotel but for now I'm afraid you two will have to walk."

Ward laughed, "it's fine sir, there's plenty of stuff to do in town to kill time tomorrow."

"Ok, I'm ready!" shouted Skye, as she ran up to Ward with her small overnight bag, "guess we'll be going then. See you all tomorrow."

"Good luck!" Everyone shouted.

Skye and Ward were about a 5 minute walk away from their hotel.

On the way Skye asked, "where are we exactly?"

"Florence, Italy."

"We're in Italy?! No one ever told me that!"

"How did you not know that we're in Italy? All the signs are in Italian," he asked incredulously as he rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't paying attention to the signs," she stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "I was paying attention the view. Duh. It's beautiful here. I could just look at this city all day."

"Well it's almost night, so you'll have to wait and do that tomorrow. But how about we go and check into our hotel and then go out to eat?"

She smiled like the Cheshire Cat, "sounds amazing!"

They reached the hotel in the next few minutes and entered their room.

"Wow. It's beautiful in here too. And I didn't know that you spoke Italian!"

"Skye, we're in Italy, I'm a spy who speaks several languages, and you thought that I didn't speak Italian?" he rolled his eyes.

"Ok ok, fine, maybe I didn't do ALL my research for this mission," she mumbled.

"How much do you not know?"

"Only one thing's missing, and we need to work on that together, but I figured we could do that at dinner."

"Ok, let's go get some food then."

She pointed at him and gave him a serious look so he knew that she wasn't joking around, "pasta."

"Yes Skye, I know you love pasta. What kind of husband would I be if I didn't know my wife's favorite food?" he rolled his eyes, trying to hide the small smile that crept its way onto his face.

"Settling into the covers already?" she smirked.

"Just in case anyone in town is also going to the gala, yes," he stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Well then hubby," she said taking his hand in hers and lacing their fingers together, "let's go eat."

He groaned, "don't ever call me that."

"Whatever you say sweetie."