“I’ve done done skating before!” Beatriz definitely fell as least fourteen times, and her knees are shot for the night, but she doesn’t much care. She’s been having a great time, and that’s what matters, isn’t it? Especially when it was this sort of weird, spur of the moment set up from friends.
“You could’ve fooled me,” the blonde teased with an amused smirk at the other woman as she looked up from where she was untying her skates. “The best part of this whole thing, though is warming up after– Did you want to go grab some coffee?” Bobbi had been having fun for the first time in a while and she didn’t want this date to end just yet. She could only hope that Beatriz felt the same. Who knew that sometimes, blind dates didn’t go horribly wrong?
“It’s Hope, she is older… and not… it is a time travel thing. There are two of her in this timeline, currently. I need to get this version of her back to her proper time, later. Restore that timeline. I could get into it, but you know how complicated it all is by now. Better to keep things simple.”
The time traveler smiled wryly, metal hand remaining on Bobbi’s back gently. At her words, while she scrolled through her phone, he looked between her blue eyes and Hope’s green pair. Nodding slightly to the blonde with a chuckle under his breath.
“Unless you wanted to hold her? I’m sure she’ll like you just fine. Important for a baby to have a mother figure to bond to. You’re just the one she needs.”
“Right. Time travel and all it’s super fun rules,” she laughed, opening a few recipe tabs that she thought might work for them. And that incorporated ingredients she already had. “Simple is better, you’re right.” Besides, if there was anything she needed to know, she figured Nathan would tell her.
Bobbi laughed again and shook her head. “I meant like, are you gonna put her down for a nap, or something. But maybe I’ll hold her after I get her some dinner. Bribe her for her affections first,” she teased and began pulling ingredients out of her fridge.”Mind getting the blender?”
“Well why is because when the rest of you SHIELD dweebs hits the ignore button on your tracking devices you call smart-phones when ya boy DP calls, for some reason you pick up 9 times out of 10. So I guess the question is less why you and more, why me?”
The mercenary although smiling was genuinely sincere and curious with his questioning.
Her breath hitched as she considered his question. It was a fair one, sure, but Bobbi just wasn’t sure she wanted to answer. “I–” The blonde sighed and ran a hand through her hair as another shiver coursed through her.
“I guess it’s because I actually care about what happens to you.” There was nothing quite like the truth, right?
“Mostly still brainstorming right now. I thought that you might have some ideas- you know him better than I do.” She wanted to be sure that her revenge would inconvenience him at least as much as his actions had inconvenienced her. Perhaps it was petty, but it was Hunter. She didn’t feel particularly guilty for considering revenge here.
“Mess with his clothes or appearance. He hates looking like an idiot unless it’s on his terms.” Hunter was a vain man– not saying that Bobbi wasn’t herself– and to ruin his self-image would be excellent revenge.
The blonde sighed and rolled her eyes playfully, pressing her cheek more firmly into his touch. “I just meant if you’re not going to be home, you can call me tonight. But I fully expect you to be there, just so we’re clear,” she teased in return.
SENTENCE MEME ⟶ REVOLTING PEOPLE / 2.03 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
‘that’s not playing. that’s the cruel and unusual punishment of an innocent banjo.’
‘they’re not your friends.’
‘well thank god for that! it halves the pain!’
‘you should be blindfolded and shot, with all due respect.’
‘you’d think there’d be villages to burn, or plunder to plunder.’
‘things are as quiet as a eunuchs codpiece.’
‘i’m thinking of packing up my troubles and going on the road.’
‘in many ways, it’s actually easier to play the banjo with one arm.’
‘you can’t bend iron.’
‘you call that generous? are you insane?’
‘there’s also the matter of pride.’
‘did i feel used? yes. did i hurt myself? yes. could i look at myself in the mirror? no, but then i never could.’
‘you’ll catch your death of exposure.’
‘why don’t you just feel my heart?!’
‘well, give some orders that involve passion every once in a while.’
‘you could be pelted with rocks.’
‘damn it man, have you got no gumption?’
‘what more do you need? a note from your mum? naked lute players?’
‘i can be passionate with the best of them.’
‘i’ll not fall into your trap, no matter how you tempt me.’
‘say it! before we both die of old age!’
‘my hand? all you want is my hand?! what about THESE?! don’t you want THESE, too!’
‘oh, relax. it was just girlish exuberance.’
‘i’m quite supple for a man of my…
avoirdupois.’
‘i couldn’t help but smell the breasts. food! i couldn’t help but smell the food!’
‘it’s my job to measure trees.’
‘imagine what chaos would ensue if someone were to miscalculate the weight of a tree!’
‘i laugh, but there’s really nothing funny about that kind of faux pas.’
‘you’ve abandoned your family.’
‘you mustn’t talk that way.’
‘i went off on a bit of a tangent, there.’
‘what were you planning to do? hibernate in the wood forever?’
‘be honest, who would have missed me?’
‘her face contorts into a mask of pain whenever she sees me.’
‘are you saying i should go home with my tail between my legs?’
‘i’ve bought his silence, albeit at a price i cannot afford.’
‘i’m an idiot, aren’t i?’
‘can’t you see i’m bedridden?’
‘i’ll have to go on one of those special eating regimes. there’s this new one where you can eat as much as you want whenever you want provided you only eat carrots.’
‘i was promised servants!’
‘did you just refer to your son as a creature?’
‘you’ll just have to get out of bed and take some responsibility.’
‘and look how we turned out! a slut, a harden and a nitwit.’
‘i’m the slut.’
‘how old would you guess i am?’
‘alright, no hurry on that. just give it some thought.’
‘you’ve knocked the door down again!’
‘it’s my first book: when cows dry up.’
‘why can’t we learn more about ourselves as human beings by studying the inner workings of our animal friends?’
‘i’m reading every single word! apart from the ones with these funny shapes.’
‘it sounds like the baby’s had an epiphany. a great big one.’
‘don’t throw the baby!’
‘i would have knocked, but there’s no door.’
‘i don’t need to knock, because i live here.’
‘he’s never satisfied with the length of things.’
‘awh, jeez. just when she’s about to tear his head off.’
‘by your furrowed brow and by your face twisted into that vinegary snarl, i take it you’re angry about something.’
‘angry? i’m /frightened/.’
‘and that actually /mattered/ to you?’
‘will you kiss me hello, then?’
‘don’t you understand that my restraint is out of respect for your honour?’
‘where on earth did you hear that?’
‘you’re acting like a child.’
‘anyhow, i’m leaving. i’ve got a very important secret meeting.’
‘where’s your voice coming from?’
‘i’m spying!’
‘why are you dressed as an elk?’
‘i had some spare time, so i figured, ‘hey, i’ll stitch me up an elk suit’. as you do.’
‘you’ve been bored to tears, haven’t you?’
‘i’ve been as bored as the corpse at a funeral.’
‘i’m not prepared to talk to a man dressed as an elk.’
‘i don’t want to hear all your ludicrous insubordinate prattle about wooden mooses and what-have-you. just leave me alone!’
‘ain’t ours to reason why.’
‘i’d never say avast; that’s pirate talk.’
‘do you want to know what i would do in a situation like this?’
‘i’d appear in the dead of night dressed in this elk outfit. i’d do a rude mating dance outside her window, bellowing, guttural noises, and pawing at the turf. then, i’d void myself to mark my territory. then, i’d swing through her window, preferably an open one, on a vine. then i’d blindfold her and shackle her to the bedframe. then i’d pour a warm vanilla sauce over her. then, and only then, i’d turn loose the cats.’
‘when you say cats… do you mean wildcats?’
‘i was just telling you what /i’d/ do in this situation.’
‘you shouldn’t be here. what do you want?’
‘i must be out of my mind.’
‘we take turns wearing the pants.’
‘i know i don’t have the right to just barge into your life.’
‘what an entirely delightful surprise!’
‘aren’t you going to introduce us?’
‘i’m here to see the famous baltimore bird sanctuary and cheese castle.’
‘everybody reminds somebody of someone.’
‘hold your fire! i’m human!’
‘what are we, giving away free puppies?’
‘i’m late for my… thing.’
‘it’s too busy. i’m exhausted.’
‘think she suspected anything?’
‘you should get into espionage.’
‘you think /you/ had a trying day?’
‘my day was no stroll through the woods— oh, wait. that’s exactly what it was.’
‘i saw him bandaging up a bear which didn’t seem particularly sick.’
‘how many rich bear doctors do you know?’
‘please. don’t tread on my dreams.’
‘is it my turn again?’
‘i don’t want to keep you awake with my restless thrashing.’
‘i wouldn’t mind a little thrashing.’
‘why not remove it from your pocket and let me see it?’
Specify which verse you’d like to interact in if we’re plotting.
If you do not specify, I will default to classic 616.
AUs are ALWAYS welcome. They’re a lot of fun and can lead you to discover new things about your character, which I love. However, I prefer plotting just a bit before hand to hash things out and see what makes sense for both muses.
If you want to turn an ask into a thread, then please make a separate post for it. Do not reblog the ask or I will ignore it.
Feel free to IM me of you’ve got questions/plot ideas/just want to chat.
This blog will contain some NSFW content. It will be tagged as NSFW, and I will put any smut under a read more.
I will not write smut with those under the age of 18.
If you’re planning on harming my character, just shoot me a message first. I’ll more than likely be fine with it, I would just prefer to have a head’s up.
Be nice. This is a hobby and no one wants to feel like shit doing something that’s supposed to be for fun.
FILESHEET.
Real Name: Barbara “Bobbi” Morse
Aliases: the Huntress, Agent 19, Roberta Morse, once posed as Shooting Star
Identity: Secret
Citizenship: United States of America
Place of Birth: San Diego, California on June 6th
Known Relatives: Mother; Susan Morse (deceased) Brother; Benjamin Morse
Group Affiliation: S.H.I.E.L.D., Avengers, West Coast Avengers, Great Lakes Avengers, New Avengers
Education: PhD in biology from the Georgia Institute of Technology
Occupation: Covert government agent, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., biologist, Avenger
Physical Attributes:
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 135 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
* To cope with a mortal injury she sustained during a mission, Mockingbird was injected with an experimental serum combining the Super Soldier Serum that gave Captain America his strength and the Infinity Formula that has slowed Nick Fury’s aging. The obvious consequence of this was that her injuries were healed, but Fury admitted his uncertainty about the formula’s long-term consequences on her biology. Thus far, however, she has exhibited greatly enhanced physical strength and agility. She now has limited psychic abilities as seen in her solo Mockingbird series.
Abilities: Mockingbird is an excellent gymnast, martial artist, and hand-to-hand combatant. She has a doctoral degree in biology and was well trained by S.H.I.E.L.D. in espionage and counter-espionage techniques. She is also a proficient marks-woman and well versed in the use of her battle staves.
Weapons: Mockingbird carries two hollow steel-alloy poles (battles staves) each extending up to four feet. She uses these staves as fighting clubs, she screws them together to be used as a bo-staff or javelin, or extend to an eight-foot vaulting pole.
Paraphenalia:Mockingbird’s costume is made of Kevlar and Beta cloth making it bulletproof and fire resistant.
Go HERE for a list of comics that are important to her history or comics in which she is a major part of.
