Who: Bobbi and Clint. What: Snuggling then butt kicking. Where: there house then a raid. Rating: R- for hot asskicking. Status: Incomplete.
The bike roared as he sped down the road back to his place with his wife. A smirk on in his helmet began to think of something his wife did. The woman was one of a kind. That's for sure. The bike stopped in front of the house. He saw the hit squad waiting for just the right time. Probably would wait until there neighbor finished the lawn. He smiled as he he walked in helmet in hand. "Hey babe...Checked up on everything back at WTC everything is fine. I count twelve by the garage. Mmmm smells good what is that?" he reached over to get his coffee and pull out his gear from the closet. "Babe why do you always put the box of garbage bags on top of quiver?" he teased.