codename: M O C K I N G B I R D;

[draconian62]

MOCKINGBIRD #2

Lance Hunter’s undercover gig at the London Hellfire Club has gone south and it’s up to Mockingbird to rescue him, save the Queen of England, and fight off a passel of kinkily clad sadist toffs.

[sh-peggycarter-blog]

[mvckingbird-blog]

“I don’t mean to pry, Miss Carter. Are you okay?” Bobbi asked as she cautiously approached, she didn’t know if she was crossing the line but she figured helping Peggy in anyway was worth the risk.

[the-sean-cassidy-deactivated201]

As if on cue, he shielded his face from the stranger, not sure of what she was planning to do with the batons. Sean wouldn’t have blamed her if she did lash out, though. It was only natural to try and defend yourself from the unknown. “Do you get something out of it?” He didn’t mean to sound rude, but the way he was trying to mask his voice left him with an undesirable edge. Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do if you were in a susceptible situation? Try to seem as much unlike you as possible? It was too late for hair dye, but this was worth a try.

Sean felt as if he should thank this person on defeating a hoard of Sentinels on behalf of him and the little girl - but that seemed like he was disregarding his original question. Which, in retrospective, he didn’t really care for it to be answered directly, just as long as she told him where she stood. Humans or mutants. That was the big debate as of now. A human couldn’t harbor a mutant - but why? Harboring them would keep them out of trouble, would it not? Sean never really got involved with politics, and now he could see why. 

He was nervous, of course, but it didn’t necessarily show. The only sign that was slightly noticeable was the constant breaking of eye contact. “I mean, that was pretty cool and all, saving that little girl. But why? You could have been beaten up out there, you know.”

[mvckingbird-blog]

"No. Not unless you count taking apart these robots.” Bobbi responds a little too quickly, this is of course caused by the likelihood of more bots coming their way. She doesn’t have a lot of time on her hands between the escape and the saving, the beating and the cloaking devices. However she doesn’t feel the need to sugar coat what she’s doing and for what reasons, she only knows that for the moment this feels like the best and the most right thing to do. The government while it is trying in some form to protect people, it is not equipped to handle something like that. It certain was so ill minded that it thought recreating the holocaust was the best course of action. 

But Bobbi isn’t here to discuss politics, she isn’t here to offer solutions to a government that refuses to listen. Bobbi is here to protect those who need protection and do the right thing, she doesn’t need to debate that. 

“I knew the risks when I did what I did and this is not the first time I choose this path over the risks. What do you choose?” Bobbi asked now, she figured he could fight or he could sit back and take it. Bobbi had never been so easily swayed for the latter, the blonde had too much fight in her.

[theantman02-blog]

Squished Bug

[theantman02-blog]

He turned back and smirked.  “You aint winning any beauty contests tonight either.”  He was just grumpy because he was in pain.  He was almost seeing double.  Her wider grin caused him to raise an eyebrow.  “Do… we know each other?”  She smiled as though she knew him  He was clueless on who she was, though.

As for SHIELD, yeah Pym told him to run like he stole something if they tried to recruit him and his suit.  Pym instilled that SHIELD wasn’t anything but trouble.

The lady eventually stormed out and Scott made his way forward.  It was apparent he wasn’t going to driving himself home tonight.  He turned back to Bobbi and with a sweet pleading expression that could melt an iceberg, he spoke.

“My name is Scott Lang.  I’m not a drunk or a junkie.  Just a good dad who had a really shitty day…  I… got… mugged earlier…  I’m picking up on you, but I haven’t been in town long…  after we pay for our stuff… if I give you my keys… Could you drive me home?  I’ll pay for a taxi to take you back to your car…  I just… can’t drive right now…  Double vision.” Now was Bobbi’s chance.  Being invited into the domicile of the much elusive Scott Lang.  Take that Coulson.

[mvckingbird-blog]

“Ouch. I thought I didn’t look all that bad.” Her words are playful and it’s almost effortless for her to bounce into her flirty and teasing ways, nothing could really bring the blonde down, well as long as she didn’t allow it to get to her. She only ever had a tad of self control when it came it to keeping up appearances, Bobbi wouldn’t have made it as far as she had in SHIELD if she had allowed everything that occurred to her display so clearly on her face. Bobbi could count on one hand the people who could see through her, luckily Scott Lang wasn’t one.

“Well after that line, I’m glad we don’t know each other.” She’s still playing as she shifts her basket onto her other hand, her hip aches with the bruising that’s surely there but Bobbi can testify that she’s had so much worse, this was nothing.

She breaks eye contact with him as she watches the woman rush out of the store, clearly she had given up on trying to explain herself and Bobbi was at least glad that the line could finally get moving. It’s very easy for Bobbi to slip herself into people’s lives, at least important people. The blonde is playing at which lines she is going to use, which laugh will slip past her lips and how she would ask him out for a drink. 

Bobbi was almost a little too good at her art of deception, she wasn’t Widow but she was something else. There was an art in the way she came off as the girl next door, the way she choose the cool girl persona over the untouched or seductive, Bobbi had her own technique but it goes null and void when Scott speaks again. 

“That’s forward.” Are the first words that leave her lips, however she doesn’t take this as an easy target more or so as seeing what kind of man Scott actually is, it’s rare that among all the bravado and secrecy at SHIELD that you get someone who actually asks for help. It was refreshing.

“Well Scott, I’m Bobbi.” She begins as she offers a genuine smile, “I’m not a drunk or a junkie either, I just happen to have got this bad boy..” Bobbi points to her bruised cheek, “When I forgot to duck during kickboxing class.” Her story isn’t a complete lie, she was in a fight that had kickboxing technique in it, so she could get away with that right? Hell it did more than well in her book.

“I’m going to say yes only on the condition that...” Bobbi pays for her stuff as she speaks to him, she swipes her card and enters her issued pin without a second thought before thanking that cashier, “You let me look at those injuries, I’m kind of a doctor.” She offers the deal with confidence, while she wasn’t giving flu shots and treating colds, Bobbi had her PHD and more than basic understanding of the human body, not to mention injuries that she only got too often.

“What do you say, Scott?” She’s walking now, her blonde locks bounce with her as she expects him to head towards the same way as her.

[bobbimqrse]

I’m stupid because I love you

[theantman02-blog]

Squished Bug

Being a hero had its perks, but it had its downfalls as well…

Especially when you were only human.

No super healing, no super speed, no super strength.  Just a man in a super suit.  That can become a bit taxing on ones body and internal organs.  The ER nurses all but knew him by name now.  He wondered how people didn’t find out who you were when you are constantly coming to the ER.  He’d tried to think of the best stories that he could.  He finally settled on the truth because who the Hell is going to believe that this awkward goofball is any kind of hero.

The perfect cover.

The New York winter nights were biting cold.  The kind of cold that digs its teeth right into the marrow of your bones and makes your joints ache.  It was worse when some of your bones are broken.

There was a robbery.  Ant Man went into action and got the job done, but not without the expense of broken ribs, chipped tooth, busted lip, dislocated finger, and ripped eyebrow.  Just another night on the job.

After yest another visit to said ER, Scott was now in line at the 24 hr pharmacy to get his prescription filled and pick up Epsom salts.  He was starting to think that he was keeping them in business.

The line seemed to stretch on forever as the woman at the front argued in her native tongue (of which the clerk could not understand).  This was not making his ribs feel any better by any means.  He felt like he was going to throw up and/or pass out.  I suppose here, we should add a concussion to the list of current battle wounds.  He swayed back and forth a bit, holding his ribs with one hand and the basket of what not in his other.  Just praying to God he didn’t faint or vomit on the carpet.  He just wanted to get his shit and go home.

[mvckingbird-blog]

She isn’t a stranger to 24hr Pharmacies, hell she had her little membership card hanging off her keys, but the blonde never made it a habit of going to the same Pharmacies. It was too risky. Too many questions. Too many cameras. She feels like letting out a loud groan as she feels the bruising in her spine and the ache in her heels, she’s here for her usual after mission care. It’s a lot of bandages, two tubes of icyhot and a couple pain killers and she never forgets the ice cream. Their is a piece of heaven on earth and that is Rocky Road. 

Bobbi tosses her hair behind her as she listens to the woman upfront bark the same sentence again at the unknowing clerk, Bobbi was fluent in a lot of languages and she could pick up easily what she was saying but she knew better than to step up in a situation where the woman looks ready to start throwing things. She radiates a calm exterior despite the situation, though the way her heel taps certainly doesn’t complete the look. She’s growing anxious and while you can’t see her injuries except for the bruised cheek and missing fingernail that is covered in a bright blue bandaid.

The man in front of her sways and by his posture Bobbi can tell she isn’t the only one with a bruise or two, normally Bobbi wouldn’t comment on it but she figures what the hell. 

“You look like hell.” Bobbi speaks in her smooth town, she’s managed to retain her sparkling personality despite the beatings she handed and minimally took earlier today. It isn’t until she gets a look at him that her greeting smirk widens, she’s an Agent of SHIELD of course she knows the face of Scott Lang, Sam told her enough about him and Scott had been top priority prior to the mutant and inhuman mission, now he wasn’t exactly being sought out. Bobbi knew that they couldn’t handle seeking him out and the 24/7 search and protection of inhumans and mutants. 

[anavengerxsortofx-blog]

“Lid is screwed on tightly. Seriously, there would be no living with him if he knew” Kate made a face, shaking her head. Her mentor was a mess, but then so was she is a lot of ways. Perhaps that is why they worked together so well. “Great! I knew you would!” Standing up, Kate grinned at the older woman before heading towards the direction she knew Clint’s apartment was. “I’ve been school and practicing. Clint got me a bow for the holidays and we have been training. But mostly I am just learning how to keep him alive and not killing himself.” She looked up at Bobbi, “Any new missions you’ve been on recently? Perhaps need a partner?” 

[mvckingbird-blog]

“Looks like we’re both sharing a secret now.” Bobbi isn’t ashamed of how easy it is to smile with Kate, it was actually refreshing to talk to someone about Clint Barton and be understood. Normally Bobbi avoids all talk of her ex-husband unless its someone like Natasha or Coulson, but talking to Kate is different from talking to them. “School right, I forgot you’re nineteen for a second. How’s that going by the way? You know a diploma is mandatory to be a superhero.  Don’t worry those two things mesh well enough in time, you know you can always call me if anything gets to be too much.” She genuinely offering her help, she knows that things can turn really fast in some instances and Bobbi is always going to pick up the phone if it concerns them. “I do have a plate full back at HQ, but I don’t think my team would take it too well to know they’ve been replaced by a teenager, might break their little hearts. Right?”

[sarachase-deactivated20160319]

Furthest Thing From A Hero | Sara & Bobbi

@mvckingbird

News Anchors kept repeating a similar phrase on every channel, “All powered individuals should relocate to a center for Mutants and Powered People on the outskirts of New York City as soon as possible for their safety.” Sara was nearly baffled by the load of crap being spewed from her television. At one point, she threw her remote at it, but it did nothing bur break the remote. Sara rarely entered panic mode, but hearing this insanity that was going on in the world was sending her straight into it. How long could she live without anyone questioning how she survived on that island? Should she pack and run? Where would she go? The island didn’t sound like a bad idea, but how would she even get there.

A strong breeze formed in the apartment, rattling lamps and cabinets. Sara forgot that panic mode also meant a brewing storm. The winds got stronger and stronger until she heard a knock on the door. Cautious, Sara approached the door and saw Bobbi through the peep hole. The winds calmed down but a nervous look washed over her face. Sara breathed for a moment and  opened the door, “Bobbi, I’m not going. I’m not letting myself be exterminated…”

[mvckingbird-blog]

It doesn’t take but a minute for Bobbi to start moving. As soon as the news hits airways Bobbi is running, she’s all systems go, she’s organizing all her team and suiting up. She’s faster then the flash as she gathers and she has one more member to collect before she can begin saving the world, she’s been doing it for as long as she can remember but while she is no hero, she recognizes that she needs to do this. She knows deep in her braveheart soul, she needs to do this. But she won’t go without those she knows she needs at her side, Sara Chase, she’d been cleared for active duty should she choose to want to fight, a long time ago. Bobbi wouldn’t normally just show up like this but this isn’t just any mission, this is a do or die kind of moment.

She can hear the winds rattling long before she knocks. She can understand how Sara is probably taking the news, she’s prepared for what she might face. Sara is right to be scared, right to be defensive, the whole government just practically launched a war against her and people like her. 

“Sara, please.” Bobbi begins once the brunette speaks, she knows she’s got a whole range of emotions but Bobbi wouldn’t let her be captured, that was never something Bobbi would allow.

“Sara I won’t let anything happen to you, we need you now more than ever.” She urges as she closes the door behind her, Bobbi isn’t a beggar and this isn’t begging but Bobbi knows that she needs her. Bobbi can do the ass kicking, can do the saving, can do anything but when these people need someone, someone who truly understands them, someone who they can feel safe with, Bobbi isn’t going to be that person. Sara is the one who they’re going to need, Sara and Daisy and Lincoln and the others they have helped. 

Bobbi can only do so much and normally she is very unlikely to ask for help but her pride isn’t important right now, the world is.

“Sara. You can do this. I know you can.”

[ofspitfiire-deactivated20160328]

“Really? That must be one heck of a job for that requirement.” Definitely not regular PD, most likely she was from SHIELD. “You work for the FBI or something?”

[mvckingbird-blog]

You know Bobbi is running on two hours asleep because the super covert and highly skilled agent responds with, “Yeah. Let’s go with that.”

[the-sean-cassidy-deactivated201]

“Impressive.” The brutally defeated robots were scattered around, acting like a barrier between the two for now. Sean didn’t dare move closer, mostly because he had no idea of what to think of her. Normally, people didn’t go out of their way to fight off the Sentinels, so that left him with the possibility that the little girl was either friend or family. Cautiously, he shoved his hands in his pockets, concealing the ‘extra protection’ Sean was prone to carrying around with him. He didn’t necessarily need it yet, but one can only scream so much until their voice gives way. 

Telling this costume-clad person that he was a mutant was not on the agenda. Of course, it might prove to do more good than harm, but he couldn’t risk it anymore. Sean was looking for someone, and if he gave himself away, that person might never hear from him again. The mere thought of deserting them was heart-wrenching, how long would they still wait once they realized he was never going to come? Solemnly, Sean pushed those thoughts aside, reminding himself that there was no particular meeting time. He was trying to find them on his own accord.   

Sean knew this day would come, when mutants were singled out once and for all as the ‘bad guys’. They were dangerous, yes, but only in some circumstances - ones who wreck havoc, and ones who can’t control themselves. As much as he hated to admit it, Sean agreed those should be quarantined. Why should all of them get a bad rap if it’s only a selective few? 

How come only the Avengers and Fantastic Four were voted in favor of? The government had to know who the X-Men were, especially because of all the conflicts they’ve caused and resolved. Plus, didn’t one of them try to assassinate the president? Well, that wasn’t really helping Sean’s point, but it was a valid way the government had come in contact with them. “Why’d you do that?”

[mvckingbird-blog]

She’s got her team in her ear and they’re rambling on about coordinates and trying to search whoever this person is, the blonde reaches up and turns off the com. She’s going to get shit for it later but as she looks over the boy, she feels the need to listen. Maybe because she knows that he’s got something in his pocket, it’s not like she spent years training and fighting for a secret agency, she knows what a weapon looks like. Bobbi can see the thoughts dancing through his eyes and she can imagine how she looks, if he’s human she’s probably beating up the robots that are ‘protecting’ him, if he’s not well she can sense the hesitation.

His question sparks between them and Bobbi twirls her batons, its almost like a natural response now. She can hear the approaching Sentinels but she answers him in the only way she knows how, the truth.

“Because it’s the right thing to do.” It’s simple and might be something that comes out of Cap’s handbook, but it’s true, to Bobbi at least.

[strangestdoc]

“A’right, c’mon. Dukes up. We’re sparring – ya asked for it.”

[mvckingbird-blog]

“Sorry sport, I only fight with worthy opponents.”

[clintbart0ns-deactivated2016011]

“Oh yeah? When was last time you went out for a drink?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly once he did, “Because you should come with me for one.” Clint put his hand out to her. “Never mind your book and the library, there’s better places to hang out.” 

[mvckingbird-blog]

“Not since I outdrank everyone on my team, they’re all still recovering from that night I think.” She recalls the night with her grin growing, she didn’t think she’d ever seen someone actually turn green but Coulson actually looked like he’d been dipped in green paint. “With an invitation like that, how could I say no?” She says sarcastically before she takes his hand and lifts herself up from where she was sitting, though as soon as she’s up she lets it go again, she makes herself think it’s to shover the book in her back pocket, it’s safer to think that way of course.  “I take it you know a good bar around here right, don’t want you to wing it and take me to some Arabian night club like you did that one mission.”

[chimichangaman-blog]

Wade, now as Deadpool, was dancing through the streets with his little walkman playing music. Things have definitely gone to shit, though he doesn’t know if it was inevitable or those controlling this place just needed to shake things up. Didn’t matter, as a mercenary he was going to be getting a ton of jobs. As long as they are the right ones though. No kids. Of course. Whistling with the music, Deadpool ignored the stares of his mask and outfit. For how many superheroes roamed around here you would think people would find this relatively normal. 

Then he heard the shouts and screams, turning off his walkman with a grin. “It’s show time, baby” Deadpool took off in the direction, taking out a Sentinel along the way. Should we be taking these guys out? Just do it. Roger. Deadpool climbed up an emergency staircase, getting onto the roofs as he moved faster that way. Almost like Batman. Wrong comic group. 

Reaching the area, Deadpool took notice of the woman that just finished off another robot, with a young girl beside her. Probably a mutant, he suspects, as the pod came down to get them. “Shiny toys” He cooed as he watched the young mutant be flown to safety. There were going to be more before this night is over, he thinks. Do I think? Possibly. Jumping down, he decided to make his presence known to the fighter. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word, mama is going to buy you a mockingbird” He sung before shaking his head, “God I hate that song.” 

“As much as I am so into using those in the bedroom” Deadpool commented, holding his hands up as he pointed to her batons with his index finger, “We got more mutants to go find, little bird.” Grinning under his mask, he dropped his hands and moved towards her, “It’s going to a fun and tension filled night.” 

[mvckingbird-blog]

He’s got a file.

A very large, very filled, very interesting file back at HQ. Bobbi knows him the second she sees him, she’s never seen his face sure, but that suit says it all. However at the current state of events, Bobbi isn’t actually bringing anyone in for questioning, not yet at least. The blonde finds a grin appear on her face by his way of introduction, she hadn’t realized that what Skye had said earlier was true, her old crime fighting name was resurfacing again. Bobbi couldn’t say she was all that surprised, she got a new look sure and Bobbi had stopped wearing masks a long time ago, but after SHIELD went down, it was mandatory in situations like this.

His words are comical but his movements are tactical, she isn’t sure if she’s actually paying him that much attention or she is just recalling his heavy file. When he gestures to her batons, Bobbi gives them a twirl before gripping them skillfully once again. She waits for him to finish before she responds, in Bobbi and truly Mockingbird fashion, she’s all wit.

“Fun and tension filled night? Sounds like my wedding night.” She’s full of adrenaline and the light humor makes this a little easier to stomach. Bobbi doesn’t have anything against the fight, it’s the outcome that troubles her now. She doesn’t know what the government is doing, what is going to happen to those she can’t save, she doesn’t know where they go from here but just in time of her rambling thoughts, the get met with their first set of sentinels. 

“I don’t do partners,” Bobbi calls back to him as she launches herself at one of the robots, moving around him like fairy as the machine is unable to grab a good grip on her and soon enough she has her thighs around it’s neck. Jamming her batons into its neck and cutting off it’s wiring with her batons electrical frying outlet, the blonde is ripping it’s metal head off of its shoulders as they both go down. Kicking the head his way as her form of invite, “But I won’t tell if you don’t.”

[rutaylcr]

The library is not the kind of place Ryan visits; it’s not exactly one of the most exciting places to be in New York. In fact, anywhere would be better. But the temperature has dropped rather drastically in the past hour or so, and the library was the nearest building that seemed like it might be worth visiting. They have computers now, after all and who knows - he might actually find a book he wants to read. He feels awkward; out of place, because this is a scholars’ building, and the last adjective he’d use to describe himself is ‘scholarly’. Nevertheless, he ventures further into the facility and takes a seat next to her. “Spoiler; the ending’s a massive let down.”

[mvckingbird-blog]

"Really? Well.” Bobbi responds with a cool tone as she closes the book, “At least now I don’t have suffer through the whole thing to know that.” She’s honest in her statement, not that the blonde doesn’t love reading, it’s something she enjoys so much, but with all the havoc around her life at the moment, sitting down to read a book is not at the top of her list. No matter how many times Jemma tries to force her, Bobbi took his spoiler as the perfect guilt free way of ditching the read. “You know I don’t think a lot of people around here would appreciate some stranger coming in and spoiling stories for them, what with it being a library and all?”

[anavengerxsortofx-blog]

“I’ve been hanging with Clint for too long. He’s starting to rub off on me and that is not good” Kate made a face before laughing as she sat down next to Bobbi. “Fine. You look absolutely bored. Want to go steal Lucky and take him for a walk in the park? Clint will hate it.” She likes Clint’s ex- Bobbi, she preferred to call her in her mind. The older woman is more than that- and so far they got along great. Which might be bad for her mentor but he needed a change of pace in his life anyways. 

[mvckingbird-blog]

"Keep a lid on how much of Clint you let in, he can really dent your cool factor.” Bobbi says with little remorse in her words, her ex-husband was in the sweetest way she could put it, a completely mess. A mess she loved of course, but a mess none the less. “I mean I was sure on the idea, but now that you said Clint will hate it, I’m 100% on board. Come on.” Her smile is mischievous as she shoves the thin book into her back pocket and begins strolling towards Clint’s place. “So Greenbean, what have you been up to? Learned anything knew from your purple yoda?”

[clintbart0ns-deactivated2016011]

Clint moved a little closer to her, laughing lightly as he did. “So you still get shot at while in public? That must play havoc with your social life.” 

[mvckingbird-blog]

“Hey I’m not complaining, gives me something to look forward to.” Bobbi offers him in response with a chuckle of her own, the blonde never did like being bored and a couple enemies was nothing Bobbi couldn’t handle. They both knew that Bobbi could take just about anything that came her way, that and the woman never knew when to take a break. “I’ll have you know my social life is doing very well, extremely well actually.”

[mvckingbird-blog]

She should’ve known by now, help it’s been years of this. Bobbi Morse can never catch a break. She’d been working her ass off, day and night to get as many inhumans and mutants out of danger, she’d brought in groups upon groups to SHIELD HQ and to the safe houses they still had, but it didn’t seem to be enough, not after the recent news broke. Bobbi fought the good fight, it didn’t matter what badge she wore or who she was with, she fought the good fight. Now was the moment that Bobbi became more a weapon than a woman, she was not about to let these people go down like that, her need to save them outweighed her need for anything else.

Dispatching her original group into smaller teams, Bobbi needed her people and herself out there faster and if that meant smaller numbers it would have to be done. Sharing the missions with Skye, Bobbi and Skye have been head of these missions from the start, Coulson giving them all the resources he could. Bobbi is dropped off in the middle of a mutant fight that’s breaking out, she’s watching the young girl whose frantic and afraid and glowing. Beating her way through the sentinels, she’s giving them hell as she makes her way through them all.

Once reaching the girl, she flips her batons to electrify the last machine, with a brief explanation of what’s going to happen, Bobbi talks into her ear piece.

“Shoot me down a safe pod, I got her.” She smooths her hand over the girl’s shoulder, “You’re in good hands now, trust me.” With not much fight left in her, the girl steps into the pod that shoots down and Bobbi hears from her head piece that she has company coming her way. Dawning a mask over her eyes and stepping over the dismembered bots, she twirls her batons and looks around spotting someone.