[EVENT] The Vanguard
Bobbi wasn’t meant to have overheard Steve Rogers arguing that she should go in the Quinjet.  While she was fully aware that his issue probably stood with her being a biochemist, and the closest thing to a doctor they had since Lisa was bitten; she couldn’t help but take it as a personal slight.  She felt like her capability was being called into question, and even though she fully understood her value in the lab and in the field, it created some confusing feelings within her.  She steeled her resolve, progenitor or not, his approval didn’t really matter to her.
The fact was though, that their existence was inextricably linked.  Hell, that link helped her marriage collapse.  She was no paragon, she didn’t always make the right call.  When your husband’s personal hero is Captain America, and you yourself are a supersoldier, his realisation that your morality is fallible is a devastating blow, regardless of your personal stake in the situation. Â
“I understand what you’re saying, but Agent Morse is just as, if not more valuable in the field.  I’ve run enough missions with her to know --” she walked away from the door she had accidentally overheard the exchange through, even though Coulson was in the middle of defending her position.  She had pocketed the data she was taking to Tony, and instead went to make sure the rest of her work was in order.  That was five days ago, when they had begun to prepare in earnest to leave.  Now she and the four soldiers they had with them were loading up their four wheel drive, ready to leave ahead of the rest of the Tower. Â
“Are you sure you should be on this mission, Doc?”  One of the soldiers asked. Bobbi quirked an eyebrow at him before she effortlessly lifted the minigun to pass it up to him where he sat on the roof of the vehicle.  He took it from her with a stunned expression, and hauled it to the mount with a grunt.  “Don’t you think we ought to have the infirmary prepped before our ground crew shows up, possibly injured?”  She said sweetly. “Alright, Buffy.  Didn’t mean to make assumptions.”  Said the soldier on the roof. “Don’t mind Kevin, he seems to forget that we live with superheroes now.”  Said another of the soldiers.
“No offence taken.  Being constantly underestimated is what made me a good spy.”  She dusted her hands against each other and put them on her hips, “That looks like nearly everything, aside from what the Captain’s still coming with.”  She picked up her enormous and carefully packed bag and set it down in the passenger seat where it would be safe.  She had three copies of her data, including what she had in her bag, but this was the bag with the samples, she didn’t feel comfortable sending them with anyone else, in the Quinjet one of the kids could have gotten into it, which could be devastating.  Everything was sealed, but children defied logic.  In spite of everything, this bag was the safest place for her experiments.
