The following days were fairly normal, no awkwardness between Bobbi and Clint. Right now he was observing her from the room above the course again. He smirked to himself. He was right when he thought she was going to be even better with the big guns.
She'd chosen an M4 carabine as her primary weapon and a Glock 17 as a sidearm and so far she's hit every target he's randomly pulled out at her.
Remember. Switching is always faster than reloading. Bobbi could still hear Clint's words in her head as she was making her way through the obstacle course, the M4's handle firmly in her grip and her point finger on the trigger, ready to squeeze.
When shooting, she was careful to only fire single bullets or small burts on the occasion she missed with the first shot. A carabine was something else than a handgun.
Another target popped up in a window and Bobbi turned and the target went down after a burst from her gun. As she was nearing the exit, another target popped from behind a corner. She gunned it down immediately. The gun clicked empty. Bobbi let go of it and just let it hang by her side and pulled out the Glock. She shot another three targets and that was it. She exited the course and started to put away the weapons.
Clint went down from the observation room to the weapons table and found Bobbi there extracting the clip from the Glock and removing the bullet in the chamber. He leaned on a wall and watched her check the M4. She checked the chamber and put the safety on.
Oh boy. Clint thought. Something about beautiful women with guns always fascinated him. And he was sure he wasn't alone.
"Hey. You did really good. Just need to steady your hand with the bigger guns a little, but that's nothing major." Clint said to Bobbi.
She nodded.
"Thanks. Yeah, I've never shot these kinda guns much."
"Not even in the academy? I thought..."
"Well, yeah, we shot there. And with rifles too, but that wasn't that often." Bobbi said.
"Well, you'll get better, don't worry. You're almost there."
She gave him a smile.
"Thanks again."
Clint nodded his head.
"Listen, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." He started.
"Shoot." Bobbi said.
Clint breathed in a little deeper with his nose and let it out.
"I was wondering if..." but he was cut short by the walkie on his thigh.
It was Phil's voice.
"Barton, come in."
There was an annoyed expression on Clint's face.
He grabbed the walkie and responded.
"What is it, Coulson?"
"Get to the vidconfernce room. Director Fury wants a word with you."
What is this time? He thought.
"Roger that. On my way now."
"Take Morse with you."
Well, this is unexpected.
"Understood. Barton out."
Clint looked at Bobbi, who looked a bit puzzled.
Probably wondering why the big man requires her presence.
"You heard the man. C'mon."
Neither of them said a word as they were walking down the hallways to the vidcom room. When they got there, Clint opened the door for Bobbi, stepped inside after her and closed it.
Clint pressed the blinking button and soon Director Fury's face appeared on the big screen.
"Agents Barton and Morse." Fury acknowleged their presence.
"Director Fury." They said in unison. Bobbi couldn't help but gently smirk at this.
Fury's face was still one neutral unreadable mask.
"I'll get straight to the point. There have been numerous reports about an 084 in New Mexico. Agent Coulson is already aware of this situation and is preparing to leave for the site with a team as we speak. You two will be part of that team."
Clint nodded in understanding.
"I see. So we are leaving immediately is what you're saying."
"Yes. Grab your gear from Fitzsimmons and meet Agent Coulson in the hangar in twenty. Fury out."
With that the Director's face disappeared and was replaced by the SHIELD logo.
"New Mexico. This is gonna be fun." Clint said dryly.
Bobbi just silently agreed.
"Who is Fitzsimmons?" She asked Clint.
"You mean who are Fitzsimmons. They are two people. Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons. Very good friends and also very capable scientists. She's biochem and he's engineering. The're both top of the line."
"Okay."
"Let's see what they have for us." Clint said and led the way to Fitz and Simmons' lab.
Clint entered the room with Bobbi behind him. She could see a boy and a girl who looked to be in their early twenties working and bickering.
"C'mon, Jemma. Just admit it. Doctor Banner's work on anti-proton collisions is unparalleld. The man is a genius." The boy, Leo, said with a scottish accent.
"Yes, he's briliant, but I can't help but find his experimenting on himself just plain foolish." The girl answerd and Bobbi found her english accent beautiful.
Leo scoffed.
"That's completely of the point right now. What is important is that.." He didn't finish, because Clint annouced his presence with a cough.
The pair of scientists looked up and saw that they were no longer alone in the room.
"Hello, Agent Barton." Jemma greeted him and smile brightly.
"Hi, Agent Barton." Leo said.
"Jemma, Leo. I'd like you to met someone. This is Agent Bobbi Morse." Clint told them and gestured at Bobbi.
The blonde agent smiled and shook their hands.
"These wonderful young minds are Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons. I told you about them."
"Yes. Nice to meet you, both."
"Oh, it's nice to meet you, too." Jemma said.
"Bobbi. Is that short for something?" Asked Leo.
Bobbi smiled.
"Yes. It's short for Barbara. I don't like being called that much. So just call me Bobbi."
"Okay. Introductions are done. What do you have for us?"
Fitz was in his element in a heartbeat.
"These are your standard arrows, but I tweaked them a bit. These that you see here are sonic arrows. When you shoot them and press this button on your bow, they emit a sonic sound that can distract your opponents." Leo explained to him.
"Nice." Clint said aprovingly. "What else you got for me?"
"Electric arrows, smoke screen arrows, of course explosing arrows, arrows with trackers on them and just standard arrows, but I worked with the tips. They are a tad stronger now."
Clint put them all in his quiver and put it on his back. He grabbed the bow and hung it on his shoulder.
"Have you finished the secret project I asked you to do?"
Leo nodded his head and pulled out a metal staff from under the counter.
Clint smiled.
"Show her."
Fitz turned to Bobbi and started explaining.
"This is a baton, or a battle staff if you will, made espacially for you, Agent Morse."
"For me?" She asked.
"Yes, Agent Barton asked me to make it for you."
Bobbi glanced at Clint and she could swear he smiled for a second.
"Consider it a welcome gift." Clint told her.
"As I was saying, ends of this staff can function as a taser when these buttons are pressed. You can also press these and..." he did it as he was talking and the staff got longer.
"Telescopic. Nice touch." Bobbi said aprovingly.
"Thank you. You can also split it in half." Leo told her and showed her.
Bobbi took the two halves from him, put the back together and returned the baton to its riginal size.
"Thank you very much, Fitz."
"It was nothing. Really my pleasure."
Jemma joined the conversation.
"Yes, you should have seen him as he was trying to come up with various things the staff could do."
"Thank you both again. We have to go no. Coulson is waiting for us. Bye."
They said their goodbyes and went to quickly pack some necessary stuff and meet Coulson in the hangar.
Clint and Bobbi entered the hangar, both of them with a black duffle bag over their shoulder and Clint also with his quiver strapped to his back and his bow in hand.
Agent Coulson was already waiting for them in front of a quinjet.
They shook hands.
"What do we have waiting for us, Phil?" Clint asked.
"That's what we're going to find out. The locals are talking about a hammer nobody can lift from the ground." Phil said and walked into the quinjet.
Clint and Bobbi followed him with puzzled expressions on their faces.
"You serious? A hammer nobody can lift?"
"Yes, I am serious, Barton. Now you and Morse take a seat. We should be in New Mexico in two and a half hours."
With that being said, he went to sit behind the pilots. Clint sat down in one of the seats along the sides of the quinjet and Bobbi sat next to him.
"I got a feeling this is gonna be good." Clint said and they started the takeoff