This little lovely came about through looking up Bobbi Morse (Mockingbird) in the Marvel Comic Universe and discovering that apparently, in the comics, she and Clint had a thing. Now, I ship Huntingbird pretty hard (also meaning I'm devastated by the last two episodes in that respect), and we've never seen Bobbi and Clint together, so my new headcanon goes something like this:

Bobbi meets Clint and they realize they like each other, but after a few months/whatever of dating on and off as SHIELD allows they discover that their feelings for each other are love, but more of a sibling love than anything else. From there Bobbi moves on to Hunter and Clint meets Natasha, and we all know where it goes from there.

It was also partially inspired by charmed4lifekaren's story "A Family of Love, Not Blood", an AU fic still set in the Marvel universe where Clint, Bobbi, Fitz, and Skye are all adopted siblings working with SHIELD. I would definitely recommend reading it!

So, despite owning nothing of anything Marvel-related, here's a bit of Bobbi and Clint siblingry for my muse, and for your enjoyment!

Thanks for reading!

Bobbi pulled out her phone, spinning it between her fingers, debating her choice. She finally had a moment to herself – the first since they had brought in Lady Sif, the Asgardian warrior – and she needed to get her head aligned the right way again. There were too many conflicting emotions warring within her to do her job, and that needed to stop.

Making her decision, she jogged the rest of the way down the hall to her bunk and pulled the door shut. If there hadn't been the possibility that she would be needed to help take down the Kree a second time, she would have locked it as well, but she needed to be accessible enough to help the others if needed.

She typed in the number she knew by heart, praying that it still worked, but hesitated before pressing the "call" button. She knew Mack wanted to talk to her; would he think she was avoiding him? She wasn't going against the plan, wasn't going to disclose information, but if he found out she was talking to someone else about it… He'd been unhappy enough when she wanted to pull Hunter in on it, and if he learned she was contacting someone off-base about it, let alone one of SHIELD's top operatives in the past…

"What the hell," she whispered to herself, pressing the green button.

The ring of a mobile phone punctuated the calm air, causing the two residents of the farm house to spring up, wary.

"Who has your number?" the redhead asked, fingers twitching near the pistol she always kept in her pocket, her quick eyes darting all over the house. The phone rang again, the noise aggravating in the still night air.

The blond shook his head, lowering the arrow he'd put to the bow, answering the call and putting it on speaker.

"Thanks for picking up," said the sarcastic voice on the other end. "I didn't really want to leave a voicemail message, especially since you never listen to them."

"Bobbi?" Clint asked, swiftly scooping up the phone and turning off speaker, shooing away Natasha as she made to follow him. She rolled her eyes in a you'd-better-tell-me-all-about-it-later way and sat back down at the table, taking another sip of vodka from the glass she'd poured herself.

"That's my name," Bobbi said over the phone as Clint made his way to his bedroom. "Do you have a minute to talk?"

"It's not like I'm on a mission or anything after SHIELD fell," he reminded her, climbing out the window onto the roof. "It's been pretty quiet here, actually."

"Are you still holed up at that farm Fury bought for you?"

"Gotta love the farm," Clint said, smirking, as he laid out on the rough shingles of the roof. "And it was more Hill's idea than Fury's. He just provided the money, through SHIELD, of course. But what about you? Why'd you call?"

There was a few seconds of static before Bobbi sighed. "Hunter."

"That asshole again?" Clint groaned. "Bobs, I thought he was in England working as a merc. Don't tell me he's back in the States. Do I need to put an arrow through him again?"

"Once was enough, Clint," Bobbi said. "We actually both ended up working for the same team now. I don't need you to intimidate or maim him, just give me advice."

"Advice? You never ask for advice."

"Shut up."

"You don't!"

"…"

"Oh come on, Bobbi," Clint said, drawing out her name. He waited for her to answer, but her silence only confirmed how she felt about the situation. "Okay, Bobs, I'm listening. What's up?"

"He wants to commit to a relationship."

"And that's bad because? I thought that was what you wanted."

She sighed again, "I don't know if it's going to work. Because-" she paused. "because of me."

"I thought Hunter's problem was your association with SHIELD. If SHIELD fell, there's nothing to be worried about. I know you of all people will be able to stick it out."

"But it's more than that," Bobbi said emphatically. "I'm keeping secrets from him."

"We all know how much he hates secrets," Clint muttered scoffing. "But what kind of secrets? How can you still have secrets after Tasha released every SHIELD file to the public?" When Bobbi didn't answer, he sighed. "Can you tell me the secret?"

"No can do. Classified."

"Classified? By who?"

"That's classified too."

"Bobbi, I can't help you if I don't-"

"How did you and Natasha do it?"

"Do what?"

"Oh, don't play coy with me, bird brain," she teased, bringing a smile to his face. "Everyone could see you two were a thing from miles away. How did you keep secrets from each other while in your relationship?"

"You got me," he teased. "But we only made it work by having the mutual understanding that some details of some missions weren't able to be shared, and something tells me Hunter won't be up for that."

Bobbi groaned softly, "He won't."

"Is it a big secret?"

"The biggest."

"And will there be a fallout if he finds out?"

"There's about a ninety-percent chance that it will blow up in my face, regardless of whether he finds out or not. And it's rising every day I keep it from him."

Clint rubbed a hand over his face. "Meaning you've been hiding this for a while now?"

"Long enough that when he finds out it will be more likely than not to cause serious problems."

Bobbi heard Clint sigh on the other end of the line and scooted back to lean against the headboard, trying to dismiss the memories of earlier that morning, in the same place on the bed. She shook off thoughts of her fingers trailing over defined muscles and the physical and emotional warmth radiating off him after… No, she needed to stay focused. She couldn't compromise the situation now, not when they were so close.

"I want to have a steady relationship, but it's not going to work, again, and it really is my fault this time."

"You can't even give him a clue?"

"I've already started pushing him away again," she admitted.

"Miss Ice Queen made an appearance already?"

"It's enough coming from Hunter every five minutes, do you think you could lay off?" Bobbi snapped.

"Only if you make me, little sis," Clint quipped, making her grin despite herself. "Besides, I thought Hunter only complained about his "psycho hell beast of an ex-wife" when he was horny."

"You forgot demonic," Bobbi deadpanned, her smile widening when Clint laughed.

"How's that different from 'hell beast'? You're the "demonic psycho hell beast" who nearly killed him in his sleep."

"You know I never did that."

"But we both know you wanted to."

"No comment."

Clint chuckled again, then his voice took a more serious tone. "Bobs, I can't give you all the answers, especially because I don't know all the details. But I do know that you'll figure it out in the end. And please, feel free to call. I've missed your voice for the past few months."

"Undercover work has that drawback," Bobbi said, nodding, a small smile still on her face.

"Undercover work for who?"

"Still classified, even for one of "Earth's Mightiest Heroes"."

"I had to try."

"Sure you did," she commented with a chuckle. "Anyway, I've got to get back to work."

"At this time of night?"

"It's not that late, it's only- hey, you were trying to figure out where I was!"

"No I wasn't," Clint said in a mock-innocent voice.

Bobbi scoffed, and she imagined his grin. "Hate you, Big Bird," she joked, earning herself a loud groan.

"Anything but that! Come on, Bobs!"

"Just kidding, bird brain. Love you. And thanks."

"No problem, little bird. And I love you too."

Letting a small smile slip onto her face, Bobbi hung up. Feeling lighter, she made her way to where Mack had told her to meet him and hoped that soon she'd be able to get the mess she was in sorted out.