Bobbi Morse (biology_degree) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2019-07-12 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, bobbi morse, nick fury |
Who: Bobbi Morse and Nick Fury
What: Gossiping agents
When: Recently
Where: Nick's place
Warning: Nah
Status: Complete
Bobbi’s job required her to stop in and report to Fury anything and everything she’d learned in the time between meetings. There really wasn’t much going on that he didn’t already know, but they met up anyway. This time it was her turn to bring the beer, and she would swear to her grave that she bought better beer than Nick did.
As usual, Bobbi found another entrance into Fury’s place. Each time she tried a different way. Each time Fury had been waiting for her. The chance of getting the drop on him was practically non existent but she tried anyway.
Fury had to admit -- he loved that Bobbi kept trying. And she was creative, he had to give her that. The one time she snuck into the bathroom was probably the closest he’d gotten to being surprised. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so attuned to his space that he would’ve maybe -- maybe -- been surprised.
This time, he didn’t even bother to move from where he was in his den. Various weapons were strewn across the table, and he was methodically cleaning each and every one. Although his handgun was his favourite, he had a lot of different weapons he carried on his person at any given time, much like Bobbi. Maybe that was why they got along so well.
Without turning around, he opened up a small container of gun oil. “Is that that IPA you like so much? Or is it some weird fruity one? That raspberry beer was strange -- fruit belongs in jam, not beer.”
“Actually, it’s a lager,” she said as her feet touched the carpet. Well, this one hadn’t been the best option. “Local brew. I’m told it’s pretty good.”
The six pack got set on a table that wasn’t holding a spread of weapons. Bobbi scooped up a glock then stripped it to parts in under 3 seconds. “One less to take apart.” She grinned as she flopped into a chair across from him.
Nick didn’t even bother to smile -- they’d been working together for so long that he knew Bobbi could sense the amusement coming off of him. “You don’t have to impress me, you know. I already gave you a promotion and there’s fuck all you can do about getting my job so stop sucking up.”
Stopping for a moment, he went to the bag and peered in. It did look normal. He grabbed one and then tossed another to the blonde. “I’m surprised you have time to stop by. I thought you were too busy harassing Banner.” Nothing escaped Nick’s knowledge. He actually felt bad for Bruce -- he knew how Bobbi could be and it was equally exhilarating as it was frustrating.
“Hey I was helping,” Bobbi complained in her defense.
The beer was caught in the air, opened with a twist of her hand then a long drink put down her throat. “I’m letting him take some line. Gotta reel him in slowly.” She took another drink as she eyed her boss around the bottle. “How much do you know?”
Nick didn’t answer her question. Silence was his preferred method of communication anyways, although he did give her a look that said he knew as much as she thought he knew, which could be right. Or wrong. Or neither.
It was nice to be enigmatic.
Bobbi smirked then turned into a teenage girl complete with bouncing in her seat. “So you know about the kissing and the dancing and oh em gee!” She was most likely going to get a beer bottle tossed at her head for that, but she wanted a reaction from Fury, damnit!
“Don’t forget the giggling and swooning,” he added dryly. Bobbi was a whirlwind and he could see she wanted attention. “The wedding was nice. Is that where you cornered the poor man?”
“I kissed him in the lab days before the wedding,” she said in her normal (thank god) voice. “Y’know, this started out as just wanting sex, but he’s become a challenge now.”
Anyone who knew Bobbi for any length of time knew she wasn’t a shallow person. What she just admitted to was that she was beginning to find Dr. Banner interesting. Hence the challenge. Hunter would advise Bruce to run for the hills.
Nick would advise Bruce the same thing. “You realize the man is a man not a puzzle to put together right? He has his own emotions and feelings and shit, and he probably doesn’t need you turning him into your own pet project.”
But better Banner than him.
“Just keep it safe. If you want the guy, go for it, but if you’re doing it to see if you can? Isn’t that what Tinder is for?”
“All men are puzzles,” she replied in a droll tone. “Wonder where I learned that.” Probably from the man sitting across from her, and he had probably been talking about himself. “Women are enigmas.” Bobbi smirked as she winked.
“You know me,” she started in a more serious tone. “I’m over taking on challenges. Especially after Ward.” Torture kind of affected people different ways. It had messed Bobbi up more than she was willing to admit. Hunter had managed to talk her into retirement. Further incidents had made it inevitable. She had her internal scars, and had no intention of causing them in others.
Nick’s face softened slightly. As much as he liked to tease his second-in-command (and by tease, he meant be as stoic as ever) he knew she’d gone through a lot too. Her bubbly personality wasn’t necessarily a facade, but he knew it for what it was: a coping mechanism.
“Women are enigmas,” he said, agreeing to her statement. “Why do you think I’m a confirmed bachelor? It’s not worth the time or energy to learn how to decode the fairer sex.”
Hunter had helped keep Bobbi even, but the fact was she still suffered from PTSD. Night-terrors. Anxiety attacks. The works. Without Hunter here to keep her grounded her nights alone have been...interesting. She refused to treat with alcohol, mind altering substances or even overworking herself. No way she was going to lean on an artificial crutch. Bobbi was muscling through. It was anyone’s guess if it was working or not.
“You mean you and Hill never…” Bobbi grinned, getting back into normal. “Man, I so lost that bet.”
He wasn’t going to dignify that with an answer. He was a bachelor, not celibate.
“You’re lucky she’s not here to hear that comment,” he answered, drinking his beer. It wasn’t as bad as he expected and he tipped the end of the bottle her way in appreciation. “Although, if she was here, you wouldn’t have your job. Fuck, this is a weird world we live in. All these comings and goings... who do you think we’ll see next? I think we’ve had easily three or four Daisy’s show up.”
Bobbi just chuckled for the perceived threat. If Maria did show up, Bobbi would step aside with no hard feelings. Hill did this job way better than Bobbi in her opinion. Sometimes she wished Hill would show up.
“If Ward shows up I have first dibs.” There was a chill in her voice that could send shivers down a penguin’s spine. “How’s Barnes working out with being an Agent?” There was another hottie but Bobbi knew that would be beating her head against a brick wall.
“I need to talk to him.” Nick needed to reach out more, but that wasn’t what he did. “Or you can.” That was a better option.
Unless..
He took a sip and gave Bobbi a smile . “Or we make Phil do it.”
Bobbi stared at Fury for a moment then burst out laughing. “Please?! And make sure he’s rigged with AV because I so want to know how that goes.” She chuckled as she took a drink of beer. “But I’ll touch base with Barnes also. I want to know his physical abilities.” Which might be life risking but it was necessary intel.
Nick wouldn’t actually make Phil do it. But on that topic … “We need a tete-a-tete, the three of us. Roles have shifted but that doesn’t make us any less of a team.” He didn’t add that he needed to really have something to do that wasn’t always work.
It was apparent when he was at Tony’s wedding how every conversation seemed to gravitate towards work.
“It’s also been four years. So there’s that.” Nick was amused by the time jump. Just another Tuesday in their lives.
It would be good to get together with Phil. Bobbi would feel more at home. She’d spent more time with Coulson than Fury. Phil knew her better. Not that Fury didn’t understand her, but Phil knew her. He’d been right there for the shit she’d gone through. Besides, she owed him a drink.
“Just say when and where, boss.”