The door opened swiftly and Bobbi looked up from her work to see the hawk and chief of her protective detail, Agent Barton. She stared at him with a slight irritated look, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock before you enter someone’s private laboratory?”
Clint walked across the room to the window. He stared out through the blinds, “Sorry, Morse, but she was too dead to take care of me.”
Bobbi was taken aback by his response and tried to apologize when he interrupted her, “Time to pick up your things. We’ve been made.”
“I can’t, I need more time. The super-soldier serum is not something that can be done over night,” she said as Clint started putting her files into a backpack nearby.
“Doc, I really don’t want to hear it right now because if I had it my way, I’d be on a Caribbean cruise right now sailing—,” he said before the windows shattered behind them.
Bobbi and Clint dropped to the floor as two men in black gear crashed into her lab. Bobbi’s eyes fell on Clint’s sidepiece attached to his thigh. She unlatched it and quickly shot the two unwanted men.
Clint stared at her in a mixture of confusion and awe, “Where the hell that came from?”
“I took a course in college,” she said and offered the gun back to him.
“Keep it,” he said as he helped her up, “And if we make this out alive and you’re interested, I’ll recommend you to S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“Yeah right, so I can work alongside you?” she said as she tossed more equipment into the backpack.
“Keep dreaming,” Clint said as he looked for identification on the two men, “These guys are A.I.M., which confirms that they really are after you.”
“Really? What gave you that idea?” Bobbi mocked him and he scratched the back of his head in frustration.
“You’re going to be a pain in my ass for the next few weeks, aren’t you?” he asked. She was about to answer his rhetorical question, but he held his finger up. She smirked and crossed her arms playfully.
“Where to now? The Caribbean?” she asked, her smirk still present.
Clint smiled mischievously in return, “You know what? You read my mind,” he said as he started to walk out of the lab.
“Wait, Clint I was joking. Clint!” she said as she ran after him.
So yeah, as you can tell, I’m on a Mockingbird/Hawkeye high. I’m thinking of continuing this…
Clint: Bobbi? Can you hear me?
Bobbi: Clint? Yeah, I’m at navigations. These guys can’t tell east from west.
Clint: [laughs] Listen, babe, I’m about to take off. It’s gonna come down really heavy out there. I just wanted to—
Bobbi: I love you too, sport.
Clint: I hate that you beat me to it every time.
Bobbi: [laughs] I know.