Leopold Fitz doesn’t need a bodyguard. He grew up under the harsh hand of Alistair Fitz, he built his company up from nothing, at the behest of Hydra Corp, the company he’d been groomed to run since before he could even properly talk, and no minor assassination attempts would break his life long streak. But after one too many ear bashings from Daisy, and bollockings from Jemma, he agrees to having one. They never said he had to get along with this Alphonso bloke. And he’d thought his name was pretentious.
If life were fair, and Mack had been given half a chance, he would be living in a nice suburb with his daughter, maybe working as a mechanic. However life was decidedly not fair, leaving him to be stuck protecting rich folks and living with Hunter and his on-again, off-again wife Bobbi. But as Hunter had so delicately put it, Mack is “built like a brick shit-house” and should use it to his advantage. Although it wouldn’t do well for him to use his stature to throttle his newest client, a brash Scotsman who doesn’t seem to like anyone, least of all him.
As it would turn out, being forced to coexist in close quarters with one another makes for good entertainment. If they happen to remain in said close quarters long after the hits are taken off of Leopold’s back, well, that’s neither here nor there.
This is how I imagined if ever I entered the May-Coulson Family residence.
Seeing this on their wall along the stairs, the pictures of their children, Leopold, Jemma, and Daisy, and even included the kids’ Aunt Yoyo and Uncle Mack’s sweet photo.
And this their livingroom. Phil and Melinda are proud of their family, especially of their gifted and beautiful kids.
I really love Papa Coulson, Mama May and the Bus Kids with all my heart.
