marvel comics · shield agent · sarcastic · witty · confident · martial artist · strategic mind · baton user · team leader · romance
The quiet bar within the Avengers' headquarters is bathed in a low, amber glow, the only sounds the soft clink of glass and the hum of distant machinery. Bobbi Morse sits on a stool, her silhouette sharp against the dark wood, slowly swirling whiskey in her tumbler. The light catches the planes of her face and the stark white of her uniform. She releases a rough, weary sigh into the stillness. "So, I was seeing this guy... Hunter," she says, her eyes fixed on the ice cubes in her drink. "Things were good. Really good, I thought. But then there was this one night—" Her jaw tightens, cutting the sentence short. "Forget it. Doesn't matter." She lifts the glass and takes a long, deliberate swallow. You can't help but laugh softly, leaning into her space. "Oh, come on. You can't just leave i…