In which we learn that the Most Dangerous Woman In The World is secretly terrified of spiders.

When you stopped to think about it, Clint decided, it wasn't all that surprising that the two most important women in his life hated each other's guts. But then, Bobbi had always hated spiders. Truth be told, she had never been that fond of anything with more than four legs. But she had least tried to practice a catch-and-release methodology with most four-plus leggers. Spiders though, those had been designated kill-on-sight for as long as Clint had known Bobbi. The smaller ones she could usually deal with herself; anything larger than a bottle cap and she would summon him to dispose of it. She had once confessed to him (in a brief moment of spider killing euphoria) that it was "the legs, Clint, all those legs!" that freaked her out. That and their lightning fast movements"Nothing should be able to move that fast!"). When he pointed out that she could move just as quickly as a spider could, she'd smacked him in the arm and threatened to do something incredibly nasty to him should he ever try comparing her to a spider again. It amused him to no end though. Bobbi Morse, a woman capable of killing you twenty different ways without even moving…and she's afraid of spiders.

*Author's Note: Your humble author is herself not-so-secretly terrified of spiders. I am actually a zookeeper by trade, meaning I work around some of the most dangerous creatures in the world. Lions and tigers. Gorillas. Very large, very venomous snakes. Anything from Australia. And I'm cool with all of them. But spiders? H*ll NO. Not happening.*