ok guys. i finished drafts. i’m moving the replies i owe lily kita and cat to the new blog, and i am officially archiving this blog. you can now find me at…. *drumrolls*
ok guys. i finished drafts. i’m moving the replies i owe lily kita and cat to the new blog, and i am officially archiving this blog. you can now find me at…. *drumrolls*
ok guys. i finished drafts. i’m moving the replies i owe lily kita and cat to the new blog, and i am officially archiving this blog. you can now find me at…. *drumrolls*
ok guys. i finished drafts. i’m moving the replies i owe lily kita and cat to the new blog, and i am officially archiving this blog. you can now find me at…. *drumrolls*
ok guys. i finished drafts. i’m moving the replies i owe lily kita and cat to the new blog, and i am officially archiving this blog. you can now find me at…. *drumrolls*
ok guys. i finished drafts. i’m moving the replies i owe lily kita and cat to the new blog, and i am officially archiving this blog. you can now find me at…. *drumrolls*
ok guys. i finished drafts. i’m moving the replies i owe lily kita and cat to the new blog, and i am officially archiving this blog. you can now find me at…. *drumrolls*
blonde tresses frame and obscure part of her face as she sits at the booth near the back exit of the busy, little diner, the baseball cap aiding in hiding her identity. it’s been years since she’s escaped from s.h.i.e.l.d. or hydra or whoever she’d been working for – three to be exact – but that hasn’t stopped either organization from huntingsearching for her.
the woman slides into her booth and she immediately tenses up, ready to fight if she needs to. surprisingly, in all the time she’s been on the run, she hasn’t been in this sort of situation before. she’s always been able to see them first when she’s in public like this, she’s always been able to get away from at least the majority of citizens, and that’s what makes her go along with what the blonde woman tells her, even though that last part of her command makes her want to scoff.
❛ who are you ? ❜
her response is cold, despite the warm smile on her face and her inviting posture. she doesn’t recognize the woman like she does some of the agents sent to detain her, but knows she’s one nonetheless. maybe hydra, maybe s.h.i.e.l.d., it doesn’t matter, the woman’s dangerous and clara needs to find away to get out of there without putting anyone else in danger fast.
T he blonde watched the woman across from her, understanding the ice behind her words. she saw the file. the woman — clara — had been on the run for a while now. too many people were after her. people she couldn’t trust. people sometimes bobbi couldn’t trust over the years. it was all understandable.
S till, the response cause bobbi to narrow her eyes a little behind the dark framed glasses as a waitress, out of routine, handed her a water. bobbi took it, taking a long sip of it, because she was both thirsty and wanted to up the tension just for fun.
❛ It doesn’t matter who i am. but i’m not hydra. and i’m not — exactly shield. and that sounds fishy, i’m sure, but you need to come with me. hydra, the real bad guys here, are closing in on you. and i want to get you out of here before they can get you. ❜
Her smile got a little smirk out of him in return. Just enough that it pulled at his split lip and turned the expression into a wince instead. The five was swiped from the counter and shoved quickly into his pocket before he pulled the dart he stabbed into the counter out and passed it to her. Two more darts were grabbed from beneath the counter and dropped next to the first.
“So, why d’you wanna know, girly? You friends with the guy I was fightin’? Wanna know what pushes his buttons?”
It’s not an answer to her question, but it is something he wants to know. And it’ll keep her around longer if he can get her talking about herself. It is nice to keep a pretty girl around to chat with while he works. Maybe he can even get some sympathy from her because of his injuries. Sure he’s had worse, but she doesn’t have to know that.
A grin of success crossed the blondes face as he smirked at her, watching him take the five and exchange it for some darts, she took them, playing with them in her hands. she wasn’t the best in the world when it came to aim, but she did know the science and math between each throw ( yes, she was that kind of nerd ) to hit at least one balloon.
❛ H a. no. i’m just curious, is all. so, you going to tell me or not ?? ❜
S he smiled at him again, taking a moment to look over the bruises he did gave, before looking back at the board, one dart in her hand. after a moment or two, she tossed it, missing the balloon by a hair.
