the one person he had been truly surprised that hadn’t showed up yet was bobbi, he figured she would have been the first person to show up once she realised that the phone call he had promised her didn’t exactly come. clint knew if it had been more than 48 hours from a mission ending that he would be immediately messaging her to see what was up. it was the beauty of their relationship. it was still built on love and respect, but they were also happy for each other and their lives. just because things didn’t last forever with them like they once pictured didn’t mean it wouldn’t with someone else. she still meant the absolute world to him, that wouldn’t ever change. he had been half asleep when he noticed the blonde woman move inside, rubbing at his eyes to hopefully wake himself up, but he didn’t greet her in any way, remaining quiet which had to confuse the woman quite a bit.
she knew something was up, there was no way she hadn’t. it came with their job, and while she knew that’s just the way things were, it never faltered the nervousness. especially as she began to hear not-so-hushed murmurs around the halls of shield and the academy alike as she settled back in from her own mission. something about clint being held in medical; why wasn’t she called? sure they might not have been married anymore, but that shouldn’t change anything. overall it hadn’t, she knew, yet the prospect of not even being informed until after the fact? she didn’t like it.
she didn’t want to hear from rumors and whispers. bobbi was one of shield’s best, with level seven clearance no less --- why wasn’t she told immediately? did they think the news would distract her from her own objective? with a frustrated sigh, bobbi kept her nerve as she went into the room clint was staying in. hell, she almost called him her husband again when speaking with a nurse moments prior ( old habits, she guessed ) but thankfully the nurse was gracious enough not to comment on it.
when he didn’t great her arrival, that pang of guilt from earlier on threatened to resurface. the kids were adults now, they always knew the risks bobbi and clint both ran whenever they got called out. but, something about this particular scenario rubbed the wrong way; so it looked like she would do the talking right now. “sorry i didn’t bring you anything, sport, but a ‘get well soon’ card just didn’t seem to cut it this time.” she tried to lighten the mood, if only faintly, but still a lack of response --- speaking, specifically --- didn’t help the frown that pulled at her lips.
“alright look. if you want to give me the silent treatment, fine, but at least listen to me. i should have been there for the kids, and i should have done something the moment you didn’t call me.” but what could she have done, really? leave her mission before it was completed? bobbi wasn’t a master spy because she allowed her emotions get the best of her. “... although, who could blame me if i said i chalked it up to you simply forgetting?”
however moving further into the room and thoroughly ignoring the chair she could sit in, bobbi began to wish she had her staves with her. of course weapons weren’t typically permitted in here, for obvious reasons, but twirling them was a way she concentrated, a way she could channel any building stress. god, how selfish of her was it to be thinking of her own budding stress when her ex-husband was laying in a hospital bed? or how selfish of her was it when her children --- their children --- were going through the backlash from this? having a parent get injured was never easy. giving a wry chuckle and a small, pleading smile, bobbi could only run a hand through her hair. “can’t believe i’m saying this but it’d really help if you said something right now.”
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