Some scrappy happiness | B. Morse (morse_code) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-10 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | hawkeye i, mockingbird |
thread: Mockingbird, Hawkeye: wake up call
Who: Clint Barton, Bobbi Morse
NPCs N/A (Well the cat)
When: May 9th - 11:30 PM and then May 10th, 2AM
Where: Blüdhaven, NJ, Bobbi's apartment
What: Clint's back from his mission, Bobbi thinks someones breaking into her apartment. But it all works out so there's no broken bones or SHIELD agents with bullet / arrow holes in them.
Rating: PG-13
May 9th, 11:30 PM
Pulling her hair out of the ponytail it had been in all day, Bobbi looked over at the cat that was stretched out on her side of the bed. Always her side of the bed - the damn thing. She and Clint had separate residences now, and while there was occasional (sometimes more then occasional) sleepovers at each others places they still maintained two separate places of residence. The cat, Sylvester, got shuttled between the apartments as need be, and since Clint had been gone on some mission for the last while, the cat had been living with Bobbi. The two of them had been living in an uneasy state of peace for the last little bit - Bobbi had brought the cat to the relationship but the damn thing had switched allegiance to Clint.
"You know, your favorite person is supposed to arrive Stateside soon." She swore the thing understood her and perked up. Maybe it was a guy thing - it was a male cat after all, maybe all males regardless of gender stuck together. She should have gotten a female cat. "So he's going to take custody of your hairball spewing self for a while. I hope you shred one of his throw cushions, and get grey and white hair all over all of his clothes."
She turned her attention back to the mirror, frowning at her hair, for a moment, and then giving a shrug. She was just going to bed, it wasn't like she needed fancy hair for some reason. It wasn't like she was expecting company - she'd make arrangements tomorrow at work for transportation of Sylvester to Clint's, just stop by his division make sure he was still upright and breathing.
"Don't look at me like that." She scolded the cat as she shooe'd him to the other side of the bed. Just because her regular pajamas were in the wash, and she was wearing a sleep set that was slightly more girly then her usual Georgia Tech t-Shirt, and faded sweatpants meant nothing.