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. ❜
❝ Oh man, that’s awesome! ❞ Probably not something a normal person would say after watching someone get electrocuted with twin batons. ❝ Does the electricity run through the entire thing? Or is it more directional? Like it’s only from the ends of them? If you catch it wrong do you get shocked? ❞ The science lover in him needs to know.
S he was surprised by the sound of someone’s voice, and she turned, her batons twirling in her hands as she looked at the masked — SPIDER — before her. she smiled a little, tilting her head at the constant questions. ❛ it’s only the ends — i have to twist them to get the shock. and i don’t. catch them wrong, i mean. i’m careful. who are you ?? ❜
S he stood in front of him, her arms folded across her chest as she raised her eyebrow, trying to come off as NONCHALANT as she could right now. although she never officially met tony stark before just now, she had heard plenty of stories from her friends ( clint, natasha, phil, although she wasn’t sure if she should mention that ) that it almost felt like she did know him. after a few moments, she gave him a nod and a tight smile.
❛ hey, nobody is getting caught !! ❜ her voice is quiet, but stern, and she looked over at the other blonde. she bit on her lip for a moment before looking away again, looking forward. ❛ BUT — IF they do, yeah, you’re right. ❜
if she were to list the things she wasn’t used to, it would be, in no specific order other than it was the order it happened ; her newfound strength from the super soldier serum she got the year before. she would forget now and then , and whenever she hit something or someone, it would be stronger, much stronger than she was used to.
and then there was the fact that she was entirely cut off from shield. she was getting slowly more used to this, however, so she could scratch that off the list soon.
and then the third would be the fact that, despite all her training as a spy, in this moment she wanted to be seen. she wanted to be known she was there.
she heard daisy left shield months ago. she still had her connections in the team that explained to her what happened — lincoln died, hive was gone, daisy was the QUAKE the news wouldn’t stop talking about — and she was concerned.
so, bobbi did what she did best — she tracked daisy down to where she was, FOR NOW, and made sure to keep her distance for a while, until she came up with a better plan. she might run off if bobbi just appeared. she didn’t want that. she didn’t want to scare daisy off. so she made sure to stay hidden.
but now she knew that, if she didn’t make herself known soon, she might lose daisy when the other girl moved on. so, bobbi stood with a CACTUS COOLER ( he last one, daisy better appreciate that ) in hand, watching as daisy was just down the street from her. bobbi fixed her sunglasses, her now dark ponytail, and held the drink in her hand, walking down the street, heading toward daisy.
she kept her gaze straight forward though, and as she reached where daisy was, simply brushing shoulders with her, she passed the cactus cooler to daisy before continuing her way. she turned the corner and stopped, leaning against the wall of the building, and waited.
her voice was a mix of confusion, surprise, and a little bit of worry. she had been contacted to do a mission, sent toward germany, had had to wait for intel. it was very hush hush, not many details give out at once. she already had a bad feeling about it, but it was too late to back out now. especially since she wasn’t sure what would be said if she did.
but seeing clint here gave her a bad feeling in her stomach. could it just be a coincidence ?? of course it could be. but with how weird the employers — she hated using that word to describe the people who contacted her, but she would have to use it until she thought of something better — were being, she wondered for a moment if she was on the wrong side of things.
