“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.
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