Dual-Narrative Bobbi Morse and Sharon Carter Who: Bobbi Morse and Sharon Carter Where: Sharon's Hotel Suite When: Eh Right Now What: Catching Up - Then going out - I NEED TO GET THIS OVER WITH OK Warnings: A lot of blonde
Sharon walked through the lobby, resisting the urge to look behind her as she had been her entire walk, and train ride, back from the office. It was getting that bad. Of course she knew it would, that was the point, the reason she was doing what she was doing. She had stopped by the old building, rearranged a few boxes inside, put some files into her purse and left before heading back to the hotel.
The files were important, sure, but there were copies scattered all over the city. This was all just a game by now. A big show. Still, she needed to last through a couple more weeks, and she could not afford some hot headed HYDRA intern with an itchy trigger finger taking her out before she was ready to go. She stopped by the front desk to get her mail and messages.
The elevator ride was uneventful. But the music playing loudly coming from her Hotel Suite was ... Amusing. She smiled. Clever girl indeed. There was only one woman who would have helped herself to Sharon's hotel room, stereo, and as Sharon opened the door the song changed immediately.
Bobbi Morse was standing there singing along. Into a wine bottle. An empty one. There was dancing. There was P!nk. There was Bobbi. There was a very appropriate song. And Sharon couldn't help but laugh at the woman who was wearing a pair of skinny jeans a a Star Wars T-Shirt. And she was there in Sharon Carter White Pantsuit (TM).
Once the song and dance was over, it started again, and P!nk was looking for her man again. And Bobbi turned it off and flopped back on Sharon's bed and caught her breath. "Hey Carter. Raided the mini bar. They got full size wine in there."
Sharon laughed and took her heels off and sat down in one of the chairs and rubbed her forehead for a moment. "Bobbi, I thought I saw you running around on the journals."
Bobbi only picked her head up off the bed, "And you didn't say hi? You're living in a hotel and you didn't say hi? Jesus, Carter." She sat up then and opened the mini-bar and took the bottle of red out. Grabbed two clean glasses and joined Sharon at the table and started pouring. "You don't have to fill me in. I am nosy as hell, and have it mostly worked out. I went to your place. It's empty. Snooped around the journals. Asked around. Got the big picture. This place is fucked up. Drink up." She actually tilted the glass toward Sharon's face.
Sharon watched Bobbi like she always did, processing every word and waiting for her to finish entirely before she spoke. Bobbi loved words the way Sharon loved to mull things over. So it worked out okay. Sharon liked to talk, and say things, but the way Sharon's deeper more calm tone resonated reason, Bobbi was all spitfire and excitement. She was a scientist and as rational as anyone, but when she was excited - look out. "I'm okay, Bobbi. Really." Whatever that meant around here. Sharon was fine. But she did take a rather gulp of the wine just the same.
Bobbi finally sat down. She stood back up a couple minutes later. "I think Clint might be a little different. I'm not sure what it is. I'm thinking it over. Can you find out? Poke around? He knows me, which is -" she stopped herself.
Sharon laughed. "Better? Yeah I know. It's fine, Seriously. I'll talk to Clint. The last one here seemed normal, this one does too. Could be some little tweaks in a timeline."
"So while we're on the subject of your miserable life," she smiled brightly. "And my miserable life," she smiled even more brightly." Sharon did too, they clinked glasses.
"You know you're working for an evil empire of nazis?"
"Yep."
"Cool. Gonna take 'em down?"
"Yep."
"Cheers." Bobbi sat back down, both women slumped in their seats a bit and stretch long legs out in front of them.
"Don't come back on board, Mockingbird. See if Tony will let you work at Stark, or something, go help out Xavier's go do anything else other than SHIELD," Sharon said seriously. She would turn away anyone at this point.
"Where I came from just now, I believe it, but you know - if you need us, even if things are strange or weird, Sharon," Bobbi was as sincere as the summer days were long and she looked at Sharon sympathetically. She knew weird. Her divorce with Clint, the things that caused sometimes they still stung when she looked at him. She wondered still if he ever got it, if he ever would. If he would just pause and understand. Sharon didn't even have that luxury of closure, but they were better than the men in their lives. Maybe not as humans all the time but they were certainly more than the men in their lives. They both knew it. "You know who to call. But for now, go put on something red. And bring me something red. We're going out."
Sharon did not look at all pleased by this prospect and Bobbi looked even less impressed by her reaction. "Bobbi, I'm getting ready to deal with some heavy shit. I have a lot of work to do."
"All the more reason to go out tonight, and bring a stranger back with you, Carter. Or at least spend the night mashed up against some really bad decisions. Or at least spending tomorrow with the worst headache of your life. Something. Come on," Bobbi went so far as to tug on her arm and pull her out of the chair. 'Would you feel better if I told you that you could wear something white?"
Sharon laughed and elbowed her a little. "Fine. But I'm not wearing white if I'm going to be mashing up against anyone," she said shaking her head. Bobbi practically bounced out of her skin.
Instead she just walked over to the stereo in the room. And Sharon rolled her eyes when the song started and Bobbi turned around dramatically, this time, remote control in hand to sing into.
Sharon went to change into something red. Quickly before Bobbi lost her mind completely.