There was a whole unit specifically tasked with watching the Baxter Building 24/7 for any notable changes, which Bobbi thought sounded laughably boring when she heard of it then asked if that was the room everyone else went to for a quickie. About fifteen minutes later the Baxter Building disappeared entirely. That was years ago now, and Bobbi had since become intimately familiar with the R.F.U. (Richards Fucked Up) alarm. It was especially exciting now, where, if on a high enough floor in the HQ tower, she could see the Baxter Building from the windows as the high pitched WEET WEET rang through the building and watch the meltdown take place. Were those...bees? "19!" was her only warning before another agent chucked heavy armor here way and thundered on down the hall.
Suited up and in the helicopter, hanging out the door as they circled the swarm in the park below to get a better look, Bobbi barely heard control droning away in her earpiece with the same tone as the bugs' massive wings. "Beta team on site. Major civilian presence, hold your fire. Repeat, do not risk a shot until all clear. Alpha team, what's your status?" "Dropping now."
The helicopter was hovering close enough to the ground to toss the tops of the trees and kick up dust from the dry path below, making Bobbi squint and hold her breath as she slid down her line and hit the ground hard. She thought the sound she heard had to have been the helicopter, and she looked up, confused, because something had to be wrong. Only a big, fuzzy, black and yellow body was blocking her view, buzzing angrily as another agent's descent was slowed to kick the bee in the head. This was going to be fun.
Moments later, out of the dust cloud of the helicopter, Bobbi was charging by meandering bees and searching the chaos for and civilians lingering in the way of her being allowed to use her gun. A screech to her right caught her attention, making her slide to a halt and come face-to-butt with a genetic anomaly. Even giant bees probably didn't sound like terrified women. Grabbing the thing by the stinger while it was distracted, Bobbi tugged and gave it's big, fuzzy ass a solid kick, ripping it's deadly skewer right out of its behind along with a gooey, sticky clump of bee-guts.