Unlike what she had observed to be the more common of traits here on Knowhere, Sif fell silent while Bobbi spoke and explained. The notion that she had a child? That hardly seemed unreasonable given the limited lifespans she knew humans to have. She could scarcely imagine trying to fit the whole of existence into a century or less. Sif herself was over a thousand and she still felt like she’d barely scratched the surface of what life could hold. There was even no shortage of comedy she offered up in her comprehension of how it had all happened either, which Sif chose to take a positive despite how perplexing it was to try and wrap her head around.
This Knowhere was a strange place, more so than even her first visit to Midgard had been.
“You should not punish him too harshly.” Sif offered. “While there are many Mothers who would take to being the delicate hand, or perhaps the disciplinary should the Father be prone to an overly rigid touch, is not his conduct the manner which should be encouraged?” The difference in cultures came through easy on this one, but Sif very much meant what she had said. “It is very brave, that which your Francis did. There would even be many on Asgard who would take pause before rushing into battle with a foe of such size and bearing such weaponry.” Certainly Thor wouldn’t and it was unlikely the Warriors Three would, but Sif easily could envision a scenario in where it did not seem unreasonable.
“It is natural, instinct I would think, for a Mother to wish to shield her child from that which might harm them. Even Frigga…” It was so in her nature to get caught up in nostalgia and storytelling that Sif hadn’t realized she was about to bang upon a memory of her own that was not easy. “...Thor’s Mother was often prone to such thoughts, but your Son rushed into alongside those with great strength and skill. Is at least some part of you not proud of his accomplishment despite his injury?” Sif gave a nod toward her own shoulder. “It is not my intent to lecture you on the merits of proper Motherhood, I cannot begin to fathom how I might act were I in your position, however these monsters were more than formidable and for one of Midgard to not only sustain injury but to have it be something that allows him to continue such boisterous defense of his action?” She smirked in direction of the room for a moment before turning her gaze back to Sif.
“It seems he has inherited your warrior’s heart and courage.”
Bobbi couldn’t help but laugh again, “I know I’m going to fucking crumble the second I go in there and any idea I had about yelling at him is just going to go right out the metaphorical window.” It was true, frankly, and Bobbi liked Sif enough, respected her enough definitely, to just be honest about it. No shame in the fact it was the fucking truth anyway. As much as it was weird and didn’t make total sense, Bobbi really did care about Francis and she just wished he would have told them. She even had to admit that after the fight, after him and Clint had gotten hurt and things had gone sideways she wasn’t even really mad at Tony any more. Clearly he’d been annoyingly right - something she was sure that jackass would make well known to everyone - and she knew that if Francis had just snuck along… that would have gone a lot worse. A lot worse. It was better to just… let him participate if he wanted to, even though…
Much like Torunn, Bobbi was just more upset he just did it. Not that she didn’t get it. Definitely unlike the Asgardian woman Bobbi got why he did it. Then again she was more removed than his friend was, at least, there was a degree of separation there and a good solid decade of work as a spy that gave her a better insight into that sort of thought process.
She smirked at the other woman again, “Oh, I’m proud all right. Proud that he’s brave and he’s damn good at what he does. Still pissed he’s such a jackass about it though.” The smirk faded just a little as she glanced to the ground, then to the door, then back to Sif. “Kid does deserve at least credit for that much.” The rest of it, she just wouldn’t comment on for now. Going too far down the kids conversation road would… well, they needed some drinks for that conversation. Some drinks and Torunn’s