CHAPTER SEVEN
Bobbi stood next to the table, staring at the table while Fury spoke about Coulson, and how he died still believing in heroes. But Bobbi's mind was far away, she was thinking of her friend. She flashbacked, the first time she meet Coulson, she was 22, had just graduated and S.H.I.E.L.D. had given her a job. Coulson was put over her. She walked to the conference table on the bridge for the first time, and saw Coulson sitting there, where Steve was sitting now.
Bobbi let a tear slip from her eye. And she saw Tony and Steve walk out, to where he died. She followed them.
"He was a good man," Steve seemed to be trying to consul Tony, which didn't make any sense. "Did he have any family?"
"There was a cellist, I think," Tony answered, that's when Bobbi stepped in.
"Yes, there was, her name was Lydia, and she had just gone to Portland for several months because her mother is dying, now she gets to come home early for a funeral, then go back to Portland for another!" Bobbi's tears were falling down like rivers, she was upset and exhausted, she just wanted to crawl in her perch and die. She couldn't deal with this stuff right now. Not this week, it was too painful.
Tony and Steve looked at her; neither had realized she was there. "What are you..." Tony began.
"I had to see this," Bobbi looked at the hole where the Hulks prison was supposed to be. "We have to make him pay."
"How?" Steve asked.
"The diva wants everything, from cameras to lights to his name on the side of..." Bobbi's sentence was left hanging. "Son of a gun."
"What?"
"I'll explain on the way, Steve, get Natasha. Tony," Bobbi pointed a finger at the billionaire, "suite up."