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Chapter 2

Meeting

Three months later she remembered waking up with two pair of blue eyes watching her.

"Hey" she whispered, her voice was very hoarse.

"Gave us a scare" Natasha said. "He hasn't left this room since we got here" she said pointing at Clint Barton.

Clint Barton was completely serious while looking at Bobbi. With his typical poker face, he almost never smiled, but since he met Bobbi, a year ago, he seemed to be smiling more often, all the time actually, with the exception of the last three months. The last three months had being total hell for him. At first, the doctors in charge of Bobbi's care didn't know if she was going to survive the surgery. Then after performing the surgery and a couple of complications from it, she had endured a bad reaction to the anesthetic, bringing her to a coma. This had being the first time she had opened her eyes since the surgery.

"Don't try to talk too much" Natasha advised. "I'll leave you two alone" she said before gesturing to leave the room.

"Wait, I'll go with you" Clint said turning around so he could leave as well.

"Don't" Natasha said putting a hand on his chest to stop him. Clint backed away from her the second he saw this reaction.

He was defeated.

"We thought you weren't waking up" Clint said finally and approached Bobbi's bed and sat down on it taking her hand. "It's a good thing you can't talk much, because if you did I would probably kill you _ Don't do that ever again"

Bobbi squeezed lightly Clint's hand. "I won't, too bad for our date though" she whispered to him.

"Why don't we postpone it till you get better?" Clint said, not wanting to say it, but he thought that maybe it could be the gentlemanly thing to do.

Bobbi didn't take like that, she thought that since she was recovering, probably had scars all over her body that he didn't wanted her anymore. Even when she was a scientist, rationalism's with boys weren't her strongest suit.

"Why don't we cancel it all together, that's what you want don't you?" Bobbi said.

"What? What are you talking about?" Clint asked in a rush.

Bobbi didn't answer. She wore him down with her stare. "Why don't I leave you to rest? We can talk about this later" Clint said reaching out for the door, but he saw her eyes. She was furious.

Was he leaving her to go back to Natasha? Of course, she was extremely beautiful… she was mad because she felt a connection with him when she first met him. Sure, he could be very immature and obnoxious but she learned to like all those annoying things about him.

Bobbi remembered clearly the first time they met.

Bobbi presented the information confirming that Paul Allen was a covered agent from a private organization that traffic military weapons to unfriendly groups.

(Flashback)
"You are sure about this information?" Nick Fury asked completely serious.

"I am sir." Bobbi answered.

"How did you found out?" Fury asked.

"He gave me the flash drive and told me to use it in case that anything happened to him" Bobbi said.

"Does he know you are an agent?" Fury asked.

"I don't think so" Bobbi said.

"You think so, Agent Morse?"

"He confided this information in bed sir, I believe it's true" Bobbi said angrily back.

Fury watched her for a long time until he made a call from a phone sitting in his desk.

"Hill, call Barton, tell him to get here ASAP" Fury said and hung up the phone. "Does he know you left?"

"No, I told him I was at the grocery store, told him I would be back at 6" Bobbi said.

"And how did you get the cut on your face?" Fury asked pointing at her at a very nasty cut she had in her forehead.

"That's private sir" Bobbi said. Fury sighed

"Barbara… how did you get the cut?" Fury insisted.

"He gets upset with me sometimes… when I don't do what he tells me to do" Fury now looked her with sad eyes. "Explain better" Fury said.

"We argued yesterday that I wasn't making enough progress with the bombs, decoding and recoding and then I may have said some things that… you know…" Bobbi said.

"What did you say to him?" Fury asked.

Bobbi rolled her eyes "Sir, are we done here?"

"Not quite yet" and at that time Clint entered the room.

"You needed me sir?" Clint said and then looked at Bobbi. "Am I interrupting?"

"Yes, sport you are, now can you go outside and play with your toys while the grown-ups talk?" Bobbi said.

"Excuse-me I was called here" Clint said offended.

"Well, can't you see we are busy?" Bobbi said.

"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were under some serious PMS tantrum at the moment, gladly I'll leave you two alone" Clint

"What did you say to me?" Bobbi said raising up from her chair.

"Ok, that's enough you two. Barbara, I called Barton here because you need protection. If you are coming back to base and will get in contact with Allen, I can't leave you alone. I should have taken you out months ago."

"Sir, I am fine, I don't need a babysitter."

"Look at me, I am not negotiating"

"Nick, you look at me with your one good eye, I am handling this by myself. What do you plan Ken doll to do here?"

"What did you call me?" Clint said even more offended. Did she call him a Ken doll, if anything, he portrayed an action hero.

"You heard me sport"

"Enough!" yelled Nick Fury. "Barbara, Barton will go with you, end of story. You will report back to me every hour, did you hear me?"

"Yes sir!" Bobbi said.

"Of course you did" Fury said. "Now, you!" Fury said to Clint. "Don't be a smart ass to her, she has being through enough to add up your attitude. And let us know at any moment if you need back-up. Cause you will."

"Sir, what exactly is it we are going to do?" Clint asked.

"Kill a very big rat" Fury said.

(End of Flashback)

Bobbi sighed; they definitely had a lot of history between them. Perhaps he did want to give her time. After all, she needed it.