As Bobbi walked through the room, there were agents greeting her. Hell, even her ex-husband was there. But that wasn't what Bobbi wanted. She wanted, no, needed to meet a certain agent. But, deep down she knew that no matter what she did to make him like him, he always chose Her, she was everywhere near him. She didn't even think about a mission without him having her as a partner. She once tried to forget him, and look what happened: she married, got divorced and re-married and then got divorced again to the same man who was screaming to her with his thick accent marking every single word. No, he wasn't there, she didn't even know if he was MIA, KIA or even in active duty. But she understood what he saw in her, she was small but one of the strongest people she knew of, she wasn't beautiful, no she was strikingly gorgeous. And last of all, he was one of the two people she cared deeply about. So when Coulson explained to her that he wasn't coming, she accepted it, SHE had moved on. Bobbi Morse was no longer hanging around for her beloved agent to come and pick her up.

Bobbi was that kind of people who really got along with almost everyone. She spent the entire night trying to catch up with her fellow agents. She was a really open person once you knew her, everyone seemed to like her. She even saw Agent Skye or how she liked to be called: Skye come out of Coulson's door and didn't say a word on the matter. She was trying to be friendly with other people but then, the video call happened.

They were having fun telling and laughing at some old stories or situations they have been through, when Coulson got a call on his phone. He picked it up and answered the phone with a simple "Coulson", the he started the conversation that made her want to record it.

"No, this is real, I'm alive"

"Yes, I'm aware of that. No you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine, is Clint who worries me. How has he been?"

"Yes, tell him but please tell him that I'll make it up for him. No, that's fine, yeah you can come tomorrow, I will send you the coordinates shortly"

"Bye Natasha. Take care"

That was the name that had her head spinning around. But if she was coming, that meant that he was coming too. That meant the Lie Detector. That meant watching them admit their feeling for each other, but that didn't bother her because she had moved on. She liked her life, she even had new friends. So that morning when she went to bed he was the only think she didn't dream of. She usually had nightmares; they were plagued with dead bodies, always being her the mass murderer. She knew it was the prize of being a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent. Only her count was smaller than hers or his. So that morning when she went to sleep she was grateful for her bizarre dreams because even being that bizarre they didn't have that sense of guilt and remorse that came with the nightmares.

Then, she woke up and everything came crushing down to her. She was well aware of everyone staring her at the hallways, everyone gossiping and whispering behind her back. That could only mean that word of the deadly duo got around. They wouldn't shut up even when she was having breakfast, they went on and on, even asking her questions she didn't even want to know the answer herself. The rumors were another thing to consider, there was the typical ones: She was having an affair with the archer, she was his wife and he was cheating on her, they were an established couple with a really open relationship…etc. And there were the funny ones, the ones which made her laugh at the absurdity of the rumor itself: she was an alien or a goddess who tried to seduce him into giving her anything she wanted, that she was only dating him just to fill out paperwork and have something relevant of the archer, or that she was trying to kill her because of her native country. Anyway she found herself being the center of attention of that base.

Coulson called her up for a meeting, she knew what he was going to say: "Go and meet them at the entrance." But he went on and said:

"How are you Bobbi?"

"Very well sir, but if you are asking me because of them I can assure you that that won't be something to be concerned about. I have moved on"

"I expected nothing less of you Bobbi, now you may go"

Of all the places she imagined meeting the assassins; she never thought that it would be in the infirmary. They usually patch each other up, never needing help. But there they were, surrounded by a swarm of people. They weren't wearing their suits; they were wearing plain jeans and T-shirts. But what struck her most was the baby Skye was holding, Simmons was nowhere in the room, probably with Fitz. Skye was holding a baby, and she was cooing him, the baby boy with the blue blanket wrapped around him was laughing. The assassins were talking to the rest of the group, even May was there. But neither one of them could managed to stop looking at the baby in Skye's arms. She decided to enter the small room, made her way towards the duo and greeted them.

"Hey Bobbi, long time no see" Said the sandy blonde man

"I've been a little busy, but how are you Clint?"She asked the archer.

"Pretty good actually, where have you been since S.H.I.E.L.D.s fall?"

"Oh, I've been with H.Y.D.R.A., you know undercover and all that stuff."

"Hello Morse, is good to see you" said the woman beside the archer.

"Yeah, is good to see you too" There was an awkward silence in the room that Skye decided to break; "Hey Bobbi have you seen him?" she asked her referring to the baby in her arms.

"No" when she got there, she saw the tiny human looking back at her, with sandy blonde hair like the father. His tiny face was an exact replica of his father's, except the fiery green eyes which seemed to be taking in his presence.

"Can I hold him?" She asked the parents, with a nod coming from the father; she took him from the younger agent's arms and started to coo him. He was incredibly happy, laughing at every single face she made. She knew better on not asking his name. Time passed and as the baby grew tired and started to cry, the mother of the child got up and took her son from Bobbi.

She was great with him, always gentle and loving; you couldn't guess that she was a master assassin. She sat down next to the agent who was patting the empty space on the bed. They started doing small talk in hushed tones as the other agents started leaving. She watched as he looked at her with a look of pure love and admiration. Then, Coulson came in and all hell broke loose.