You Know Me Well

February 01, 2015:

Hunter tracks Bobbi down after his discussion with Hawkeye. He learns what she's upset about.

Gym - Triskelion

A gym

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Fade In…

After the attack on the Triskelion, after Fury sent Hunter off to find Jericho, he finally returns to the office, pausing only to speak to Clint as he passed the office. For talk, perhaps fight.. But he is seeking Bobbi, strolling around the place, hands in his pockets, his casualness obvious. He ends up in the gym, looking for her in a place she used to go when she was angry with him. The punchbags.

*

Bobbi is there, wailing away on a heavy bag. He knows her too well. From the amount of sweat plastering her hair to her face, and the weary look of the bag, she's been there a while. The whole JL:A thing has her frustrated, angry, and concerned about her job. It sometimes sucks to be a plain old human in a world of super beings. Well plain old SHIELD trained martial artist. She's in sweats and a Georgia Institute of Technology t-shirt, her alma mater.

*

He leans in the doorway, folding his arms, watching her with a grin on his lips. He always did enjoy watching her beat up something else… He waits for a few moments before speaking, softly enough, "So I heard we had a fight." One eyebrow lifts, quizzically, amused, "Did I miss this one? Do I get to be here for the making up?" He is teasing her, prodding, an old habit sure enough.

*

Bobbi stops her assault on the heavy bag and turns to blink at Hunter. She holds the bag still with one hand and wipes her face with the towel draped over her shoulders with the other. "I wasn't aware we had a fight, but I'm all for the making up part. Who said we were fighting?" She smirks. "Let me guess, Clint. He's wanting to blame you for my mood?" That gets a snort. "Not you, love, don't worry one bit about that. How has your work been going?"

*

Hunter's grin spreads and he walks forward, shoving his hands into his pockets, giving her that looks that suggests he is doing it to keep his hands to himself. "Well I told him I hadn't seen you, being off looking for our mystery hacker." His eyebrows arch, "Well, he is talking to Fury about being an asset so I guess that is a win." He finds something to lean against, a weight machine, watching her as he folds his arms again. "I hear that I am reclassified. That makes you my boss…" A definitely dirty implication in his tone, and then he gets to it, "So what crawled up your arse and died, luv?"

*

"Reclassified?" Bobbi asks. "To what? Are you an actual agent now?" The idea of being Hunter's boss has her looking a little amused for a second. Then it fades. "Not that I'm entirely sure what that means anymore. I don't like this whole JL:A thing. It's not sitting right with me. Sure we got a black eye from HYDRA hitting us at home, but having super powers covering for us seems like a copout. We need to take care of our own and still be able to do our jobs, not farm work out to the capes, as if they're better than we are."

*

"To a class of contractor, I didn't read the details." He did but she'll know he means it isn't important. "JL:A? Talk to me, Bobbi, I'm out of the loop on this one." He pauses and asks, casually, "Did they put May back on active duty?" Very casually, so it is important. "They have an advantage but we punch above our weight, luv." The lift of his eyebrows as he uses the we is ironic, putting a slant on it, making it them, not SHIELD. "Maybe work together, Bobbi, let them in, let's use everything we can against HYDRA."

*

"It feels like admitting we can't do our jobs anymore, Hunter," Bobbi explains as she shoves away from the bag. "Like I've devoted a decade of my life to being the best at what I do, and now I'm not good enough. We're being replaced, and no one seems to realize it. Our own agents are splitting their loyalties. Less oversight, less yes sir, no sir in the JL:A, so why be a SHIELD agent. Just offer your services as a grunt for the capes and get to visit a space station!" Point.

*

"Supplemented." The soft word comes with a smile, and he tilts his head, studying her. "Yeah I can see why it irks you. You know, you could quit and join me…. Independence isn't so bad." He is teasing her, knowing she won't do it. "You are one of the best agents, remember? It isn't your fault that they have some sort of weird dohickey going on." His forehead is creased with concern though and he adds softly, "Space station, hey?"

*

"Yeah, Clint was gushing about it to Sam like a 12-year old girl at a Bieber concert. It was awful," Bobbi sighs. "And I could tell Hill isn't on board with all this either, but she's got a lot of people to answer to if she dissents." She moves in for a hug, sweaty as she is. "I just feel like I'm being replaced, again. I hate it. I hate it so much. And I hate feeling like I'm useless to fight these supernatural and magic things."

*

He reaches out, pulling her in, accepting the sweat without a look even, and he hugs her tightly, even going to the lengths of unfolding his arms. "He is excited, luv, don't take it personally. You aren't being replaced, and you know you can kick their arses with a flick of your little finger." He is teasing her, gently, luring her out of the mood. "That explains why he thought it was my fault. I told him, you know, that I never stopped loving you. Not when we got divorced, not when you married him, not when you divorced him." A thoughtful comment from a man who is shit with feelings…

*

Bobbi settles into his embrace and sighs. "Now you're just getting mushy on me to make me feel better. It's working. Keep it up." She smiles a little and draws back to chuckle. "Yeah, of course Clint thinks it's anyone's fault but his own. I swear, he takes credit for all the things that aren't his fault, and can't accept responsibility for the ones that are."

*

"Is it working?" The faintly ironic tone returns, his grin widening, as he looks down on her. "Well, he cares about you, despite it all. Cut him some slack, luv. However smug he gets." A mild sideswipe at her other ex-husband. "Are we near the making up bit of the fighting? I like that bit…" The glance over at the weight machine might trigger memories for her, and his grin shows he, at least, is thinking of that time….

*

"Let's not give Fury a reason to fire us, shall we?" Bobbi chuckles. "I have some nice bubble bath and the fixins for some stellar martinis at my place. You can help clean me up." She plants a light kiss on him, winks, and heads for the door.

*

"You spoil all my fun." He is teasing her, but he does follow, giving her arse a look with a grin, deliberately. "Besides, you never know, HYDRA might have better rates of pay." A joke he maybe shouldn't make but that has never stopped him.

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