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Realized I need to cover both what's going on in the past and the present so this is my first attempt at working on the present side of things. Part one of Chapter Five.
Chapter Five- Mission Status
Bobbi is pissed and Mikel's Torchwood file gets a little thicker.
“So- any idea what Fury wants?” Bobbi Morse-Coulson asked as she retied her hair back. The workout they had been working through when the call from on high had come down to get her butt up to the Director’s office had worked a few strands loose. It had been a pretty even fight- the best thing about a workout with Natasha was that she didn’t have to pull her punches and Natasha could give back as good as she got.
To her surprise, Natasha nodded her head but when she remained silent, Bobbi rolled her eyes and huffed. “And are you going to tell me what he wants or am I going to have to guess?”
Natasha gave her a cool look as she stopped and tapped the elevator button with the side of her fist. “You won’t guess right and no; I’m not going to tell you.” She glanced up at the numbers as she added, “Better you hear it from Fury anyway.”
A shiver rippled down Bobbi’s back at the tone in Natasha’s voice. “Okay.”
Inside the elevator, Bobbi watched Natasha out of the corner of her eye. She had been on enough missions with her to recognize the switch from off duty to on. She just couldn’t figure out why. The call had been for her; the only part Nastasha had heard was her response. Of course there were rumors that Natasha’s hearing was better than most. Still, it didn’t explain why she was in mission mode or why she was leading the way to Fury’s office.
As they stepped out, Bobbi had to sidestep Natasha when she suddenly stopped. Looking past her, Bobbi saw her ex-husband Clint pushing away from the wall, a sheepish grin on his face. “Any chance you’ll let me disarm her before we go in there?” he asked Natasha.
Natasha narrowed her eyes then marched passed him. As she and Clint fell into step behind her, Natasha said, “You made that bed, Clint: now you get to lie in it.”
Clint chuckled. “Yeah, kinda figured you’d say that.”
Bobbi gave Clint a look. “I take it you know what’s going on?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re not going to tell me what’s going on either, are you?”
“Nope. I kinda like my head where it is.”
Before she could ask what the hell that meant, Bobbi had to stop to keep from running into Natasha again. They were standing in the Director’s outer office and Natasha was staring at a man Bobbi didn’t recognize that was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the secretary’s desk. Agent Rasali raised an eyebrow at the sudden crowd in her office then she scowled when the man said to Natasha, “She is with a Rider; she is safer with him than she is with me.”
“You are a minion, not a guardian,” Natasha snapped as she took a step towards the man.
Bobbi tensed; Cint leaned towards her and whispered, “You really don’t want to get in her way right now.” Natasha twisted to glare daggers at Clint. Clint shrugged. “Just pointing out the obvious.”
Natasha sucked in a breath then turned and stormed into Fury’s office, shoving the door hard enough that it bounced off the inner wall. She then started speaking to someone in a language that sounded vagely Russia though Bobbi couldn’t quite make out the words. Cautiously following her in, Bobbi found a woman sitting on the couch off to the right of the Director’s desk. There was a hint of a smile on the woman’s face as she listened to Natasha. Fury, sitting behind his desk, dropped an elbow on his desk and rubbed his forehead before yelling, “Romanoff!”
Natasha’s head swung around and Bobbi took an involentary step back at the angry look on her face as she stared at the Director. Fury just pointed at one of the chairs in front of him. “Sit!” When Natasha tensed and started to open her mouth to speak, Fury stood and leaned over his desk to stab a finger at the chair. “That wasn’t a request- sit your ass down!”
For a second, Natasha seemed to struggle between obeying and not obeying, then she dropped into the chair and stared straight ahead for a few seconds. She muttered a few words under her breath then crossed her arms before slumping back like an angry teenager. Bobbi was becoming quite familiar with that body language now that her oldest was hitting that stage.
Once Natasha was down, Clint walked over to the couch and sat down next to the woman. “Hi Mina,” he said. The woman nodded. “Clint.”
Natasha glared at the two of them; they grinned back.
When it was clear Natasha wasn’t going to go for Clint’s throat, Fury scrubbed his face with one hand and waved Bobbi to the one remaining chair in the room, then dropped back down into his chair. The man looked like he was running on fumes and he was beyond the four o’clock shadow stage. When he met her gaze, Bobbi said, “Sir?”
Fury glared at the other three then picked up a file and held it out to her. “Sent your husband on a mission.”
Bobbi blinked then looked down at the folder. She blinked again when she saw it wasn’t a S.H.I.E.L.D. file. “You loaned him out to Torchwood?” she asked as she flipped the file open.
“No.” The way he said that brough her head back up before she could read anything. He sighed and drew in a breath, but then he frowned and turned to look at Clint. “You didn’t tell her about...” Fury said.
“Hell no,” Clint said. “Last time I told one of my wives that, I got a frying pan thrown at my head.”
“What?” Bobbi exclaimed.
Clint waved a hand. “Hey; according to her I didn’t tell her until well... now.”
“What?” Bobbi repeated.
“Sit!” Fury snapped. Bobbi sat, unaware that she had stood up.
A wistful look crossed Clint’s face. “It was love at first sight.”
Mina shook her head. “No; that was lust from where I was sitting.”
“I am not sending both parents!” Fury yelled.
“I’m sorry Colonel,” Mina said, “but you already have.”
“Not yet I haven’t!”
“What the hell is going on!” Bobbi snapped.
“Your husband was sent into the past to protect Fury’s son and father,” Natasha said as she faced Bobbi. Her eyes flashed red and she smiled, exposing sharp fangs. Bobbi scambled out of her seat, sending the file pages fluttering to the floor, as Natasha added in a voice that set off all of Bobbi’s well honed instincts for danger, “And soon, he will do the same to you.”
Heart hammering in her chest, Bobbi looked at the couch, and found a wolf sitting where her ex had been a second ago. As she took another step back, Fury yelled, “Barton!” The wolf gave him a quizzical look. “Now was not the time.”
A shimmering glow suddenly blurred the wolf’s shape and when it faded, Clint was back. “Sorry,” he said. “Seemed liked as good a time as any.”
“What the fuck...” Bobbi breathed as she gripped the corner of the shelf she had ended up next to for balance.
Fury slapped the surface of his desk then stood up and pointed at the door. “You three-- out of my damn office. Mala!”
Agent Rasali opened the door. “Sir?”
“Any of these three try and get back into my office before I’m done, take them down in the order I told you.”
“Understood, sir.”
As Mina stood, Fury snarled, “Not a word.” The woman pressed her lips together then nodded her head and left the room. Natasha followed her without a backwards glance while Clint offered an apologetic look.
When the door closed Fury sat down and leaned back. As he stared up at the ceiling, he said, “Your ex is a werewolf and the other two are wampirs.”
Chapter Five- Mission Status
Bobbi is pissed and Mikel's Torchwood file gets a little thicker.
“So- any idea what Fury wants?” Bobbi Morse-Coulson asked as she retied her hair back. The workout they had been working through when the call from on high had come down to get her butt up to the Director’s office had worked a few strands loose. It had been a pretty even fight- the best thing about a workout with Natasha was that she didn’t have to pull her punches and Natasha could give back as good as she got.
To her surprise, Natasha nodded her head but when she remained silent, Bobbi rolled her eyes and huffed. “And are you going to tell me what he wants or am I going to have to guess?”
Natasha gave her a cool look as she stopped and tapped the elevator button with the side of her fist. “You won’t guess right and no; I’m not going to tell you.” She glanced up at the numbers as she added, “Better you hear it from Fury anyway.”
A shiver rippled down Bobbi’s back at the tone in Natasha’s voice. “Okay.”
Inside the elevator, Bobbi watched Natasha out of the corner of her eye. She had been on enough missions with her to recognize the switch from off duty to on. She just couldn’t figure out why. The call had been for her; the only part Nastasha had heard was her response. Of course there were rumors that Natasha’s hearing was better than most. Still, it didn’t explain why she was in mission mode or why she was leading the way to Fury’s office.
As they stepped out, Bobbi had to sidestep Natasha when she suddenly stopped. Looking past her, Bobbi saw her ex-husband Clint pushing away from the wall, a sheepish grin on his face. “Any chance you’ll let me disarm her before we go in there?” he asked Natasha.
Natasha narrowed her eyes then marched passed him. As she and Clint fell into step behind her, Natasha said, “You made that bed, Clint: now you get to lie in it.”
Clint chuckled. “Yeah, kinda figured you’d say that.”
Bobbi gave Clint a look. “I take it you know what’s going on?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re not going to tell me what’s going on either, are you?”
“Nope. I kinda like my head where it is.”
Before she could ask what the hell that meant, Bobbi had to stop to keep from running into Natasha again. They were standing in the Director’s outer office and Natasha was staring at a man Bobbi didn’t recognize that was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the secretary’s desk. Agent Rasali raised an eyebrow at the sudden crowd in her office then she scowled when the man said to Natasha, “She is with a Rider; she is safer with him than she is with me.”
“You are a minion, not a guardian,” Natasha snapped as she took a step towards the man.
Bobbi tensed; Cint leaned towards her and whispered, “You really don’t want to get in her way right now.” Natasha twisted to glare daggers at Clint. Clint shrugged. “Just pointing out the obvious.”
Natasha sucked in a breath then turned and stormed into Fury’s office, shoving the door hard enough that it bounced off the inner wall. She then started speaking to someone in a language that sounded vagely Russia though Bobbi couldn’t quite make out the words. Cautiously following her in, Bobbi found a woman sitting on the couch off to the right of the Director’s desk. There was a hint of a smile on the woman’s face as she listened to Natasha. Fury, sitting behind his desk, dropped an elbow on his desk and rubbed his forehead before yelling, “Romanoff!”
Natasha’s head swung around and Bobbi took an involentary step back at the angry look on her face as she stared at the Director. Fury just pointed at one of the chairs in front of him. “Sit!” When Natasha tensed and started to open her mouth to speak, Fury stood and leaned over his desk to stab a finger at the chair. “That wasn’t a request- sit your ass down!”
For a second, Natasha seemed to struggle between obeying and not obeying, then she dropped into the chair and stared straight ahead for a few seconds. She muttered a few words under her breath then crossed her arms before slumping back like an angry teenager. Bobbi was becoming quite familiar with that body language now that her oldest was hitting that stage.
Once Natasha was down, Clint walked over to the couch and sat down next to the woman. “Hi Mina,” he said. The woman nodded. “Clint.”
Natasha glared at the two of them; they grinned back.
When it was clear Natasha wasn’t going to go for Clint’s throat, Fury scrubbed his face with one hand and waved Bobbi to the one remaining chair in the room, then dropped back down into his chair. The man looked like he was running on fumes and he was beyond the four o’clock shadow stage. When he met her gaze, Bobbi said, “Sir?”
Fury glared at the other three then picked up a file and held it out to her. “Sent your husband on a mission.”
Bobbi blinked then looked down at the folder. She blinked again when she saw it wasn’t a S.H.I.E.L.D. file. “You loaned him out to Torchwood?” she asked as she flipped the file open.
“No.” The way he said that brough her head back up before she could read anything. He sighed and drew in a breath, but then he frowned and turned to look at Clint. “You didn’t tell her about...” Fury said.
“Hell no,” Clint said. “Last time I told one of my wives that, I got a frying pan thrown at my head.”
“What?” Bobbi exclaimed.
Clint waved a hand. “Hey; according to her I didn’t tell her until well... now.”
“What?” Bobbi repeated.
“Sit!” Fury snapped. Bobbi sat, unaware that she had stood up.
A wistful look crossed Clint’s face. “It was love at first sight.”
Mina shook her head. “No; that was lust from where I was sitting.”
“I am not sending both parents!” Fury yelled.
“I’m sorry Colonel,” Mina said, “but you already have.”
“Not yet I haven’t!”
“What the hell is going on!” Bobbi snapped.
“Your husband was sent into the past to protect Fury’s son and father,” Natasha said as she faced Bobbi. Her eyes flashed red and she smiled, exposing sharp fangs. Bobbi scambled out of her seat, sending the file pages fluttering to the floor, as Natasha added in a voice that set off all of Bobbi’s well honed instincts for danger, “And soon, he will do the same to you.”
Heart hammering in her chest, Bobbi looked at the couch, and found a wolf sitting where her ex had been a second ago. As she took another step back, Fury yelled, “Barton!” The wolf gave him a quizzical look. “Now was not the time.”
A shimmering glow suddenly blurred the wolf’s shape and when it faded, Clint was back. “Sorry,” he said. “Seemed liked as good a time as any.”
“What the fuck...” Bobbi breathed as she gripped the corner of the shelf she had ended up next to for balance.
Fury slapped the surface of his desk then stood up and pointed at the door. “You three-- out of my damn office. Mala!”
Agent Rasali opened the door. “Sir?”
“Any of these three try and get back into my office before I’m done, take them down in the order I told you.”
“Understood, sir.”
As Mina stood, Fury snarled, “Not a word.” The woman pressed her lips together then nodded her head and left the room. Natasha followed her without a backwards glance while Clint offered an apologetic look.
When the door closed Fury sat down and leaned back. As he stared up at the ceiling, he said, “Your ex is a werewolf and the other two are wampirs.”
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