Who: Clint Barton and Bobbi Morse-Barton NPCs: Airport traffic Where: Whatever airport is closest to the WCA HQ? LAX? Can't be arsed to look at a map... When: Monday, March 28, 2011 - early morning! What: Bobbi returns to the west coast and Clint picks her up from the airport. Thankfully there are people around so he can't kill her. Rating: R?
She was thinking that she should have just gotten a taxi as she hobbled off the plane, down the ramp and into the terminal. She didn't have baggage with her, well the physical kind that required her to wait at the claims area, and only had a small backpack full of stuff with her. Metaphorically speaking, she had the Samsonite collection. She should have arranged for a taxi though - she knew that Clint was going to be in a bad mood about this and rightly so and that the early hour was going to do nothing to improve that situation at all.
It was better to deal with this now though, first order of business, than letting it linger. Just rip the Band-Aid. As much as she wasn't looking forward to it needed to be done.
Maybe she should buy him a coffee, she considered, as she made her way past the shops in the airport, moving to the front, outside area of the building. She was having difficulty managing the crutches on their own, what with her sprained wrist, it would be near impossible to tote around all of that and then two coffees. She felt bad because she at least wanted to have a peace offering, something, to give to him if not to be kind, but to at least say thanks for going out of his way to pick her up.
Moving outside she scanned the airport traffic searching for Clint's car from beneath her dark sunglasses. It wasn't particularly bright, not yet anyways, the sun had yet to rise fully, but Bobbi was using them to hide the black eye that was only now healing on the side of her face. They had a lot they were going to need to talk about.