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[So, here's Bobbi, sweaty and almost exhausted from kicking the asses of some trainees.
Yup. Trainees.
Anytime any of them got too cocky, Bobbi got a call, and she loved those calls. There was something about knocking baby agents off of their high horse that was just fun, and there was no better way to scare them straight about what the life was like than hitting them repeatedly. Also, Bobbi just likes hitting things.
She's walking down the hall, drinking some water, on her way to change and see what's up next. And she's keeping an eye out for Clint, because finding him would be good, too.]
Yup. Trainees.
Anytime any of them got too cocky, Bobbi got a call, and she loved those calls. There was something about knocking baby agents off of their high horse that was just fun, and there was no better way to scare them straight about what the life was like than hitting them repeatedly. Also, Bobbi just likes hitting things.
She's walking down the hall, drinking some water, on her way to change and see what's up next. And she's keeping an eye out for Clint, because finding him would be good, too.]
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Jan. 16th, 2014 09:01 pm[So. So.
Bobbi's still in uniform. It's cut and burned in a few places, but, thanks to the miracles of kevlar and some other crazy super secret SHIELD material they put into her uniform, she's in fabulous condition.
Fabulous condition, and wanting to be doing the exact opposite of working. Especially since that whole "almost getting caught in an explosion and dying thing" happened.
Whatever. Dying is for suckers.
In any case, she's skipping work and heading straight for Clint Barton, where ever he may be at this moment. Because she's alive, and she very much wants to let him in on that fun little secret.]
Bobbi's still in uniform. It's cut and burned in a few places, but, thanks to the miracles of kevlar and some other crazy super secret SHIELD material they put into her uniform, she's in fabulous condition.
Fabulous condition, and wanting to be doing the exact opposite of working. Especially since that whole "almost getting caught in an explosion and dying thing" happened.
Whatever. Dying is for suckers.
In any case, she's skipping work and heading straight for Clint Barton, where ever he may be at this moment. Because she's alive, and she very much wants to let him in on that fun little secret.]
[Barbara Morse doesn't bake.
She can make bombs, create chemical compounds to kill or torture people, and make a seriously amazing spaghetti sauce, but she doesn't bake.
She'd initially turned down the offer of contributing to the bake sale at Francis's school, but all of the other PTA moms (and seriously, what was she doing on the PTA, anyway? It was torture.) had agreed to do it, and she'd been sucked into the madness as part of an attempt to blend in.
But she still didn't bake.
In fact, instead of baking, the cake in the oven was burning.]
Shit.
She can make bombs, create chemical compounds to kill or torture people, and make a seriously amazing spaghetti sauce, but she doesn't bake.
She'd initially turned down the offer of contributing to the bake sale at Francis's school, but all of the other PTA moms (and seriously, what was she doing on the PTA, anyway? It was torture.) had agreed to do it, and she'd been sucked into the madness as part of an attempt to blend in.
But she still didn't bake.
In fact, instead of baking, the cake in the oven was burning.]
Shit.
[THIS IS JUST A TEST.
AKA, this is an open post. For testing purposes.]
AKA, this is an open post. For testing purposes.]
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