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B obbi was only eight when she was taken from her family, recruited to hydra’s red room, with the threat of her family being killed if she ran away hanging over her head. originally brought in for how smart she was ( apparently an article from a local paper celebrating the child’s academic achievements caught the organizations attention ) it wasn’t long before they realized the fighting spirit in her. the tough exterior of a girl who until then had no reason to be that tough. a spirit that needed to simultaneously be drawn out more for missions, but broken for compliance.

T he two months she spent with the other girls ( grace, daisy, jemma ) was a small but needed comfort she had before they took them all away. months of brainwashing and torture, followed by years of training did just what they wanted. just like the other girls, all bobbi knew was the mission. and when she was thirteen and she finished her first mission with the other girls, the excitement of the blood under her nails and the adrenaline pumping in her brought her the first bout of joy she felt in years. yes, it was broken the next day when it was revealed they truly failed that mission, but now and then she would look back, and if she stared at her nails long enough, she would swear they still had blood stains.

T his was her life for years. missions, training, beating, unmarked graves, nightmares of a boy she dared to care about after he was murdered in front of her, grace, daisy, jemma. all until an agent — coulson, he would introduce himself as — showed up to take them out of the nightmare they called a life.

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