Bobbi heard the bike arrive and saw the surveillance images of Clint coming close. He came with witha solid slam of the door and in his bike armor, greeting her with a smile. "Of course everything is fine, Twitchy's been keeping me up to tabs on the comings and goings." Walking over, she gave him a kiss as he made his coffee, going back to her latest book. She looked over into the pot, checking the boil. "New England clam chowder, I wanted some comfort food. Twelve by the garage but ten over near the patio. More fanned out, they must expect to be bottlenecked in the garage." Good for them, like these two SHIELD wouldn't have booby trapped their residence. "Any clue who?"