athosing | iv.

[ Bobbi's read everyone's files and then some. So her smile is still kind but not pitying. They all have their scars around here. ]

Maybe we could go the whole hog. Private beach. Pool bar. Cute server. [ She leans back a little, her free hand settling against the back of the couch so she can sit more face on with Skye. ] One with tiny, tiny shorts and a cocktail shaker.

[There's a moment, she imagines it - that holiday neither of them will ever get. And then her imagination takes a Turn and she chokes a laugh.]

Not Hunter, right?

[ Bobbi's laughter is startled and a little louder than usual, like she's not quite taming herself as much. ]

I have seen Hunter in tiny shorts. Those shiny football ones the British like. Believe me, I wouldn't subject you to that.

And I'm so grateful. [She joins in, on the laughter, taking a longer sip from her drink when it dims down. This is nice -]

It's nice to see you do that. [And for it to be authentic.] I had a chat with Mack...[Who's now Team Skye, because taking back the whole hellicarrier had been one hell of an effort for both of them.] He told me that during...everything...you still had my back. As - as an Agent.

[ Bobbi's expression turns more sober, but there's still the slightest hint of a smile in her eyes. Skye was kinder than anyone deserved really. That she's happy for Bobbi to laugh after everything shows that. ]

You didn't want to harm anybody. [ She holds her gaze, makes sure that the other woman knows just how she'd felt about it. ] You were scared and they were making the situation worse by trying to hunt you down. I wish I could have just done more. Honestly, I feel like I didn't have your back enough.

[She was going to forgive Bobbi either way, really. She's forgiven Jemma, after all, and Mack; it all comes down to how people react to extenuating circumstances.

Just look at her. Look at her and how she'd turned against SHIELD because she'd believed her mother's lies, because she'd so wanted her mother to be good.]

Well...if you stay, maybe you can do that now.

[ It's a nice offer. One Bobbi hadn't even really considered before. Her future had been all up in the air during the surgery and yet leaving SHIELD hadn't crossed her mind. Hunter probably had other ideas but he always did. ]

With Coulson? Or in general?

Or with me. [The idea isn't so new, actually. CENTIPEDE might be her project on the side, Coulson-approved and all, but when it starts to pick up she'll need more agents with her.

And Bobbi, for all that she didn't trust Skye once, is still at the top of the list for people who Skye trusts a lot.]

[ It's hard to hold back the shock when Skye says that. And Bobbi's usually a much better spy, she should be able to. But her eyes widen a little and she has to cover up her hesitance to answer my taking a drink.

She never once thought Skye would trust her in that capacity. Not around other inhumans. ]

Really? You'd want me on your team?

[It's something to build up to, although it'd be pretty much hypocresy from her side if she did that, right? What made Skye trustworthy around SHIELD after that one night she actually thought it had conspired to start a war against Inhumans?

Goals to work towards.]

Well, yeah, although right now my team's just me checking the internet for suspicious events. So boring. But I might need a pilot?

I can do that. [ For a moment she just sounds relieved, it has a pleasant tone to it, one that probably hasn't been in her voice in a while. ]

We'd have to bring Hunter though. You know how he gets when he thinks he's not invited to girl time. Mission or not do you really want to listen to him whining over the comms?

[She is relieved, actually, because that puts her at ease for not having to look for a pilot she can trust OR ask May for lessons in flying as well. It shows on her face, and the grin there. Even though she hides it by taking a sip.

And immediately regrets it, because that comment just makes her snort.] He's so needy.

Like a small child, right? [ Bobbi laughs and it's not malicious, not in the way it might have been when they were at loggerheads. Sometimes just bitching about Hunter comes out. ]

I had to tell him I had a private PT session today so he didn't join me on my apology tour. [ Another sip of her drink. ] If he finds me here you're going to have to pretend you suddenly have a degree in physical therapy.

Clearly - can't be needy like a girl, because look at us. [Well-adjusted interiorizing people that they are, right?]

Mhm, and how do you feel about that?

I think that's psychology.

[ The conspiratorial way they're talking seems to bring Bobbi to life. She hasn't really had much of friendship lately, it's nice. ]

Oh, shit. [Laughing, sheepish and all.] Sorry, for some reason I focused on therapy when I should've clearly focused on physical.

[ She grins in response. ] It makes sense, I bet you think people's minds are sexy.

What, doesn't everybody?

[ She shrugs nice and loose before she finishes off her drink. ] I'm going to need several more of these before I tell you the story of the yoga instructor.

Driiiiink, drink drink drink. [She shifts on the couch, pulling her legs up under her and getting comfy.] I suddenly very much want to hear this story.

[ Is this what it's like being gal pals? ]

I'm going to have to make another one. [ Which means she is definitely rising. At least there's no shortage of bars in the base. Coulson likes the James Bond aesthetic. ] Do you want one?

[ Down your drink, girl. It's party time. ]

[She stares down at her drink for a long moment, as if she's analysing it on a deep psychological level, before shrugging.] You know what?

[This is the girl who broke a decanter because she wanted a taste of whisky. You think she isn't going to down that drink in one go? You'd be wrong, because she does. It burns down, so nicely.] May had a vacation - one whole week. We should have a night of wild drinking.

[ Bobbi's grin is wide and uncontained as she reaches for Skye's glass and makes her way over to the ... second bar. Why are there so many bars, who knows? ]

I like your train of thought. [ She starts getting the ingredients out. She'll make cocktails like a pro, just watch. ]

[Agents of SHIELD and alcoholism, probably? She pushes herself off the couch and goes to join Bobbi, just to keep her company. Maybe sit up on the counter, and gently tip the bottle up a little so more booze falls into the cocktails than moderately should.]

This isn't a nunnery, Morse. I'd know, I grew up in one.

[ She grins a little when Skye encourages more alcohol. They're going to taste like hell and Bobbi will probably have to get Hunter to come and help her to her bunk if her legs won't work but she's fine with that. ]

I don't know, I think Coulson's pretty delicate.

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