EPILOGUE
2 years later
Location: REDACTED
Agent Bobbi Morse, codename Mockingbird, downed her drink and fanned her hands over the bare shoulders of her cocktail dress. "Is it warm in here?" she flirted with the burly, scarred man in front of her.
His piggish eyes roamed freely over her curves as she slipped off the hotel room couch and headed to the bathroom. His vise-like claw trapped her wrist before she could take more than a step. "Where are you going?"
She reached into her purse instead, pulling out a small compact and a lipstick marked 102 Wilting Rose. "Just want to look my best for you, baby."
"Yeah you do," said the man, slapping her backside as she applied the vibrant red lip color. "Now come here and let me mess it up again."
They tangled back onto the arm of the couch, clothes flying, wine glasses knocked over, TV accidentally clicked on by a wayward elbow to the remote control. Soon enough, Mockingbird was on her knees in front of the couch, arms tugging the man's legs towards her as one hand playfully went to his zipper and pulled it down.
"Whoa, what- I swear, this is the first time-"
"It's okay, sugar." Mockingbird smiled sweetly as she sat back up on the couch, pressing a tiny button on her bracelet. Ten floors down, a S.H.I.E.L.D. ready team burst into action, conscious that they had only a few hours in which to find and rescue the kidnapped Gifted. Mockingbird ran polished fingernails through her mark's clipped grey hair and hummed soothingly.
"It happens to everybody."
Author's Note
The 102 written on the Limpstick case is a nod to Peggy Carter's version in the pilot of Agent Carter.
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