shieldnarrow:

    There wasn’t much time. It was too dangerous to face off guns blazing. The fake pyschic detective bites his lips, drawing in a breath. “Bobbi, I’ve got this. You can’t go guns hot and loaded, this is between he and I.” Clint pulls his arm away. This was one of his dumbest decisions in his life, but he could feel it in his gut that he had to go it alone.

she stared at him, watching as he pulled his arm away from her, her hand staying there though, as if she were still holding him, keeping him back from going in there. she stood there, wanting so badly to just scream at him until he understood. to get chief hill and james and kate and have them tell him what he was doing was dangerous. hell, she wanted to cuff him to a bench so he couldn’t go up there. and she actually would, if in the back of her head she knew he’d get out of the cuff and head up there anyway. he was SLIPPERY like that. ❛ he could kill you. unless you’ve had some vision where everything turns out PEACHY KEEN, he might — you could — ❜