Different Feathers, Same Flock
She'd been just doin some idle paperwork. With SHIELD 2.0 up and running nearly, things needed to get sorted out. Papers, agents needed finding. Shifting, Bobbi rubbed the corners of her eyes before looking up.
And there he was. One Clinton Francis Barton. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes..." she said tenderly, standing up and moving to look him over before drawing him into a tight hug. Her thumb rubbed the base of his neck as she held him, taking a carefully controlled inhale of air.
Pulling back, Bobbi punched him in the shoulder. "You should have checked in--" she said with a worried look about her. "We thought you were dead or worse... someone actually suggested that you were HYDRA." she muttered out. "I was worried about you.." she then added, body relaxing slowly and she looked down at her nails before back up at him, tiny smile etching her lips.
"I missed you Hawkeye--"