Do you though?

So are a lot of other things.

A slight snicker escaped her lips, a crooked smile pealing upon hearing his cough, retrieving the cigarette back placing it between her lips. “If I wanted to talk I’d find Andrew… I’m fine.”

“Something like that.” Avoiding eye contact her hued lock against a dirty wall, tapping her fingers lightly against her thighs

Fine. She’s passing it over

Lighting a cigarette in secret.

— giants attention, keeping it away from the civilians still getting clear, giving Cap room to handle the one already on him.

— before turning her full attention back to the fight. ❝Roger, you really couldn’t wait thirty seconds for backup?❞ Snap of her wrist she pulled a baton into her hand, spinning it between her fingers. ❝Fine, I’ll work wit what I’ve got.❞ Charging in to take the second —

— toward the sound of the fight, reaching the street, but by then Cap was already in the thick of it, drawing the giants attention away from the screaming and fleeing civilians. Blue hours immediately sweeping the area, making sure the refugees were actually getting clear —

#𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 Bobbi had heard the entire exchange over the comms. Two blocks. Two frost giants. Refugees. Trapped between them. And then Roger’s did exactly what she expected him to do. ❝Of course you did.❞ Breaking into a sprint, cutting through the wreckage —

“Thanks, Clint.” She winks leaning over wrapping her arm around his neck pulling him over as she gives him a noogie.

“That, that line isn’t shocking..” She still pat him down, digging into his pocket pulling out a stick of gum chewing it.

“Because I can. Don’t make me dig into your pockets..”

“Hush, and give me the keys.”

She'd been gone for a week. Time for a shower.

“I don’t want money. But I do like that new bike you have…”

“You can get it back. For the right price, Clint.”

Hanging**

“Mine. You left it. — Handing in your locker..”