Mokingbird

Leave it to Bobbi to point out the other angle of his current team mates. "Well, Yelena doesn't seem too bad. Brock, on the other hand? Pretty sure he's planning which meal he wants to eat my head with." Eddie was his biggest concern, followed by Harry. The kid just - wasn't all there. Now Karla and Yelena? Could easily kill him if he gave them the right reason but both had appeared to be on his side. For now.

Bobbi scoffed. She leaned towards. "Well, from experience, I do not blame him. You are a tasty treat. " she retorted. It was so long ago, but she thought of them sometimes, mostly how complicated it had been, but also how connected they were , working like an unit. Spies rarely had nice love stories, and thus he had found Laura shortly after. She however, thought it appropriate to tease him on that .

"I'm glad you reached out," Natasha greeted as she sat down opposite of Bobbi. She had gotten word that she was in New York and she was curious. If Bobbi hadn't reached out she might have made a stop at her hotel to catch up with what brought her out here. "Did you get too much sun on the West Coast?"

Bobbi had a soft smile. If someone could even begin to understand her on a female level and survivor level, it had always been Natasha. "All of it. I hit a wave of depression stepping off the plane. Really forgot that how grey and oppressive NY was." she admitted. "And how has being the lead Avenger been treating you ? "

"Clinton? Should I be worried that you're using my full name?" Normally whenever she used that he was in trouble. And given everything that happened, yeah he couldn't blame her for being mad at it. "Oh, it's great. I love working with people who are mad, deranged or pissed at me for one reason or another. And the constant surveillance? So great."

"I've always used your full name. " Bobbi pointed out, or well more often than not. She listened to him and thought that maybe he was exagerating some of the things. " I'm not playing devil's advocate here, but those are people we would hunt down on a sunday. People who, may you like it or not, are doing a decent job at maintining some sort of order, despite their boss being of very questionnable character." She thanked the waiter who came back with her order and drank a bit , not before testing if the food and drink were okay with a tester. Her paranoia, she wasn't hiding it anymore. " We're were in a surveillance state before Hammer, even before 2012, that did not move you back then." she pointed out. "And how's your family? "

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"I mean, if we want to get into the semantics of it all, you had to leave the West Coast to come do business here." He was being difficult but then again, it was all part of his charm - or lack thereof. He ordered a coffee as well. "Bobs, you and I both know no one could sneak up on you, even if they tried. Unless it was Nat because she could sneak up on a motion-sensored robot." But he laughed under his breath and nodded. "It's good to see you."

"That is true ... both statements" Bobbi replied and gave Clint a more genuine smile. "It is good to see you too Clinton." she stated. She stopped a waiter to order a coffree and let Clint order what he wanted. "You would have taken it personally if I didn't meet up with you. So how is it to work for reformed SHIELD ?" she asked.

Clint relaxed against the back of the chair. Honestly, so far so good, but the meeting was still early. Not only that but the lack of warmth in her eyes was foreboding. Something was coming - he just didn't know what. "I shouldn't be surprised - it was national news. Don't tell me you left the West Coast because of that, Bobs."

"I didn't leave West Coast, I'm not coming back here. " she stated and ordered a coffee. "I'm just here on business, and I thought ...why not catch up with some people, while I'm here, you know. Better that , than everyone accidentally stumbling on me. " she joked dryly.

Clint was actually surprised when he got the message from Bobbi that she was in New York and wanted to meet up. Well, yes and no. He was sure this was not at all going to be a happy visit. So he left SHIELD and after double checking to make sure that no one was following him, he walked into the cafe and spotted her. "Y'know, when I saw your message, I was almost sure this was some sort of prank," he said as he sat down across from her. "You're looking good. West Coast is treating you well."

There was always a bittersweet feeling when seeing, meeting, talking to Clint. It was worse than with Hunter. Between them, there were many regrets, much pain. She loved that man still, but being in his presence, hurt her heart, much more than she liked to admit. "Yeah, my social skills improved since the war." she replied and give him a smile that did not reach her eyes. There was no spark in her eyes anymore. "A bit more sun and a bit more warmth can do miracles. " she lifted a finger to order. " How have you been Clint? Saw you on the news "