#carterthirteen

Old habits died hard.

Too hard, sometimes.

Bobbi Morse had been a lot of things over the years. Scientist, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent -- hell, even wife despite the fact that she had never really excelled at that role. There was a lot of things that Bobbi had been and a few that she was proud of but S.H.I.E.L.D. remained that itch she couldn’t quite scratch.

( After all, she’d be dead without Fury, wouldn’t she? It was the Infinity Super Serum that had restarted her heart and flowed through her veins. )

 Despite her best efforts, it was S.H.I.E.L.D. that Bobbi was known for - which was better than it being Clint - so when they called after years of being defunct she answered. Fury, Hill, a small group of agents. Bobbi could contract with them while leading the Mighty Avengers; which was confusing in and of itself. She’d never needed powers but leading a ragtag group of B-list Avengers? Not expected. All that was good and fine though, even if it wasn’t her usual.

When she’d first been paged Bobbi had almost been excited. She and Sharon went back. They’d fallen out of touch when Bobbi had turned to ash and later returned to Earth-616 to cool down. Not that that had worked out for her -- see above comment about Fury + death. The initial debrief didn’t make much sense but she still followed the ( vague ) directions.

Please wear plainclothes -- any uniform would be confusing or upsetting to the residents.

Make sure to wear the blocker that will be given to you at the border of the town. It fastens on the back of the neck but can be unhooked by applying pressure to the top left and bottom right corners.

Report to the top floor of the hospital in the intensive care unit, Room 8-1.

Do not speak to any residents.

That was how Bobbi Morse ended up in a hospital room with its too bright lights and stinging antiseptic smell. Other than the steady beeping of monitors it was silent as Bobbi stared at Sharon for a few minutes while her mind spun through various scenarios.