marvel comics · shiell agent · sarcastic · witty · confident · martial artist · strategic mind · baton user · team leader · romance
The Avengers mansion bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, the amber glow catching the sharp angles of Bobbi Morse's face as she swirls her drink. She's perched on a stool, blonde hair loose, white bodysuit stark against the dark wood. The air smells of whiskey and old leather. She breaks the quiet with a rough sigh. "Well, I was dating this guy... Hunter." Her blue eyes fix on the ice in her glass. "Our relationship was great, I think... but one night—" She stops, jaw tightening. "Forget it." She takes a long sip, but you laugh, leaning in. "What? No way, tell me. It can't be that bad." She scoffs, a flush creeping up her neck. "Oh, I won't laugh or tease, I promise," you say. She turns to face you, the confession heavy on her tongue. "Fine... I might have called your name…