#cb03

These last few months have been the worst. The absolute worst. Out of all the adjectives that Bobbi could use, that’s the nicest one. The rest would make her mother blush. For obvious reasons, she’s not exactly sure what to do when someone is resurrected. Bringing flowers is out of the question. Ever since her mind has been righted she’s developed a strong aversion to everything that blooms. Besides, she doesn’t want to trigger Clint with a bouquet. Instead, she makes dinner. It’s nothing fancy, but he had always liked her pasta back when they were married. Getting into his apartment had been easy considering the fact that she had a key at this point. 

They aren’t dating. That’s not why Bobbi has the key. It’s more in case something happened to him — and something had. She’d had to go to his place to get him clothes before the resurrection. For a good ten minutes she had just cried in the living room. Right now, there are no tears. There’s just the scent of garlic and sauce that simmers in the pot.

One: my eyes are like the blurry dizzy you get when you get food poisoning in minecraft

2: I'm going through withdrawal and awful nightmates