agent19:

iron-liver:

agent19:

  I’m not surprised you don’t remember, you were pretty smashed. Me slamming your head against your desk probably didn’t help, either, though. Sorry about that.

  Yeah, that was a not-so-fun point. A lot of stuff happened that probably shouldn’t have. I was stupid. You should really try moving to another universe, too, it’s a nice change of pace.

Yeah, don’t I wish.

It’d be nice to pick up and just vanish for a bit.

Moreso than I already did.

But, Y’know, I’m back, and it’s back to business as usual.

  Normality is nice. Boring sometimes, sure, but nice.

Have you— nah, never mind.

It is nice. Hardly normality, but yeah.

….No. I haven’t.

agent19:

  I’m not surprised you don’t remember, you were pretty smashed. Me slamming your head against your desk probably didn’t help, either, though. Sorry about that.

  Yeah, that was a not-so-fun point. A lot of stuff happened that probably shouldn’t have. I was stupid. You should really try moving to another universe, too, it’s a nice change of pace.

Yeah, don’t I wish.

It’d be nice to pick up and just vanish for a bit.

Moreso than I already did.

But, Y’know, I’m back, and it’s back to business as usual.

(Source: iron-liver)

agent19:

iron-liver:

Holy hell, you’re still alive.

Yeah, astonishing what rehab does for you.

How are you Bobbi?

I’m so sorry.

  You cleaned up? Good. Last time I saw you you were a mess.

I’m good, actually. I wasn’t, for a very long time, but it’s easier here. I don’t have any of that baggage anymore.

Yeah, last time I saw me too. Whew, that was fun, I’m sure. Probably. I don’t remember.

I wish I could say the same, but some of my baggage isn’t the type that goes away.  I’m glad you’re doing better then. Last time I saw you you were a mess, too.

Holy hell, you’re still alive.

Yeah, astonishing what rehab does for you.

How are you Bobbi?

I’m so sorry.

agent19:

Dear Stark,

  I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to properly articulate the depths of my hate for you. You murdered the man I was in love with, and you will never be able to redeem yourself for that.

  Suffice it to say, I will have absolutely zero qualms about killing you in the most horrible way I can think of if you ever get in my way. Until then, if you stay away from me, I’ll stay away from you. Our paths never have to cross again.

-Mockingbird

I’m not in the mood to even discuss this, but you’ll have your wish, Morse.

If you get in shit again I’m not gonna be there to save your ass this time. Good luck.

hawkeye-legacy:

agent19:

  Francis’ weight settling on the bed next to her finally made it real. He was not some faceless person on the internet anymore, he was flesh and blood. She had to keep herself from reaching out to touch him. She would never let it show, but Bobbi was petrified. She had no idea how to react. It was bizarre, suddenly having a kid, let alone a teenager. To say she was freaking out a little would be an understatement.

  Her hand stopped fiddling with the bandage on her left when he spoke. “Uh, well, I’ve been better, obviously,” she said with a small smile. “What about you, though? How’re you holding up with all this?”

He let out a weak laugh at that, that fell short and faded too quickly. He usually had an easy time talking; he was honest and blunt enough to not filter most thoughts but his own head stumbled upon words and ideas. Some first physical impression he was causing, he thought bitterly and scoffed lightly, turning his head away to the side. Their short conversations online didn’t seem too significant anymore even though they carried weight by themselves in a separate manner. He turned back towards her but kept his eyes on the white covers and the bandages on her hand. “You never told me who did this to you,” he blurted out almost automatically. She probably wouldn’t tell him and it wasn’t like he could go on a crazy one-man crusade to get revenge in her name, although he would’ve done it in a heartbeat even if she never asked.

His hands wrung  out the fabric at the hem of his dark shirt and shrugged tensely. He wanted to lie. Tell her everything was fine and peach-colored and nice and he couldn’t be happier. But he was terrified and he knew he was pushing himself onto the woman like the old man said they were doing but it was his mother and the mere idea, the word, sounded nice. “I’m uh,” he shook his head lightly and let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted, sticking to somewhere in between all his mixed emotions. “Overwhelmed for the most past.”

Tony stared between the two, the unsettling emotion clear there made him feel all the more guilty for even bringing the kid instead of dissuading his appearance there at the hospital.  He shuffled and nodded when Francis said he could leave, and figured it’d be for the best if he did so wordlessly.

He slid out the door, closing it with a soft click before glancing back in through the window at Bobbi and Francis.  

He didn’t look enough like her to make it okay.

Tony headed down the hall to one of the RN’s desks and leaned in to talk to her. 

“Make sure that woman in 216 gets the best care possible. I’ll take care of the costs.” He forced a grin and scratched the back of his head. She nodded and Tony went on his way down to the front doors of then hospital, slinking against the exterior wall and yanking the flask from his pocket and finishing it off.  He wasn’t sure if he needed to give the kid a lift somewhere else, but.. He’d stick around incase Francis needed anything.

agent19:

iron-liver:

Tony moved like a ragdoll as the stick jammed into the wall beside his head, and clattered to the floor, He instinctively shielded his face with his forearm and all but yelped in surprise.

“Good to see you too, Morse!” he wailed, moving quicker than one would think he could into a position behind a nearby curtain, next to a woman in the bed who looked so medicated she didn’t know down from up. “I was giving your so-called kid here a fuckin’ lift.” He whined, sliding his hand around a metal dinner tray the woman had, extracting the jello from it and picking it up defensively as he moved back around the curtain.

  “Stay still so I can hit you,” she grunted as Tony ducked behind the curtain. “A tray, Stark? You really think that’s gonna keep me from hitting you in the face?”

  Bobbi paused with the second bo stick raised. “You drove him?” The stick lowered. “Thanks for that, I guess. I still want you out of here. If you’re not gone in thirty seconds, I’m throwing the other one. And I won’t miss this time.” She twirled the stick around her fingers as she spoke and stared flatly at him.

“He asked me to stay.”  He responded equally as flatly before glancing over at the blonde boy and feeling a short pang, slinking to the foot of the cot and scowling deeply. The last thing he needed presently was a concussion and to be stuck in a med bay next to a borderline homicidal ex-widow of Clint, with his future alternate universe son.  He rubbed his face with his index finger upon the thought, realizing just how ridiculous this whole situation was and his mouth suddenly felt far too dry. 

He wondered how fast he’d go to hell if he snuck a sip from his flask in the hospital.  His fingers slid into his pocket and he gingerly tapped the steel canister in his pants, eyes warily watching Bobbi’s fingers. “If he says go, I’ll go.” he responded in a more pleading tone than definitive.

(Source: hawkeye-legacy)

agent19:

iron-liver:

Tony shoved his glasses back up, silently cursing himself for acting like putty in the kid’s hands, and even more so for not picking up a gift for Bobbi in gift shop.  He scowled and slid along behind the kid, not much shorter than he was, but probably would be in a few years. He tried not to think about it, shoving the realization that this was Clint and Bobbi’s son in the back of his head. 

He slunk behind the nameless Barton spawn into the antiseptic room and hugged the wall, fingers trailing against the rough faux-plaster wallpaper finish on the walls.  He remained silent, hoping beyond hopes Bobbi wouldn’t even glance over. 

  Bobbi jerked awake when the door opened. It took her a minute to remember that Peter had rescued her, that she wasn’t back in Vanko’s lair. Her face stayed turned to the window, thinking it was just one of the nurses doing rounds. She looked over curiously when a second person entered.

  Her heart lept into her throat. It was like seeing Clint’s ghost standing just inside the door. “Francis? How-” She struggled to sit up, grimacing at the fire in her torso. It was then that she noticed him. Tony Stark was lurking by the door, looking for all the world like he would rather be somewhere else. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she reached under her pillow.

  Pulling out one of her bo sticks, she whipped it at Stark. Her broken ribs protested loudly. The stick barely missed Francis’ head and hit the wall, leaving a dent. She gasped with pain and sat back again. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here, Stark? I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again.”

Tony moved like a ragdoll as the stick jammed into the wall beside his head, and clattered to the floor, He instinctively shielded his face with his forearm and all but yelped in surprise.

“Good to see you too, Morse!” he wailed, moving quicker than one would think he could into a position behind a nearby curtain, next to a woman in the bed who looked so medicated she didn’t know down from up. “I was giving your so-called kid here a fuckin’ lift.” He whined, sliding his hand around a metal dinner tray the woman had, extracting the jello from it and picking it up defensively as he moved back around the curtain.

(Source: hawkeye-legacy)

hawkeye-legacy:

Francis made a soundless motion with his head as his shoulders went up in confirmation. He didn’t want to say it out loud and it was bad enough he wanted someone familiar in there. Stark wasn’t the same one he knew but it was someone he did know, regardless of the age and that gave him some comfort. His brow creased with confusion at that but he didn’t bother to ask. He could prod him about it later. He let out a huff and rolled his eyes, falling into a familiar banter, “I’ll protect your ass. Just ..” he motioned again to the door and shot him a somewhat desperate look. “Stay?”

He gave a shaky smile and took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. The room was almost too white and the lack of color reminded him a little too much of Ultra city. His eyes automatically turned to the machines on the side of the bed and the woman in the bed. His heart skipped a beat and his lips subconsciously twisted into a small smile. He let go of the doorknob and took another step closer.

Tony shoved his glasses back up, silently cursing himself for acting like putty in the kid’s hands, and even more so for not picking up a gift for Bobbi in gift shop.  He scowled and slid along behind the kid, not much shorter than he was, but probably would be in a few years. He tried not to think about it, shoving the realization that this was Clint and Bobbi’s son in the back of his head. 

He slunk behind the nameless Barton spawn into the antiseptic room and hugged the wall, fingers trailing against the rough faux-plaster wallpaper finish on the walls.  He remained silent, hoping beyond hopes Bobbi wouldn’t even glance over. 

hawkeye-legacy:

Francis looked over at the door. Just seeing the doorknob made his stomach drop as the rush of anxiety and fear hit him hard again. Just a door away from seeing his mom, the one parent he’d never had the chance to know in real life before. He looked over at Stark and swallowed thickly, lowering his head slightly and giving a hesitant nod. “Fine,” he muttered. His shoulders went up and he shook his head quietly. He licked his lips and looked off to the side, as if averting some accusation, “Didn’t really .. tell her anything.” Maybe the surprise visit had been a bad idea. It was one thing to talk to her online and another to actually see her in person.

He took another deep breath and pushed the doubts at the very back of his head. He could stand in the hallway, terrified and anxious, or he could go through with it and see her. And he’d made it so far so there was no point in backing down. His hand tightened around the bouquet and he looked over at Stark. He gave another nod and moved quickly before he lost his courage again. His hand grabbed the doorknob and he turned back to look at the man. “Will you-” he paused, his face twisted with uncertainty and he tried again, “Uhm, can you..?” He tilted his head back and motioned with a nod towards the door. He grimaced lightly and shifted, “Just in case, I mean.” 

Tony’s glasses slid down his nose as he watched after the kid, when the blonde turned and looked at him his eyes caught the kids. Exactly the same shade of blue. It’d only been only around two months since Clint had been around, and the look on the kid’s face, though leaner than Clint’s had a remarkable similarity.  

“Can… I..?” he stammered back, totally frozen in staring at this person, total stranger he felt immediately indebted to.  ”Go.. with you?” He asked, sensing the kid’s intense nerves.   “Uh.. I’m afraid she’ll kill me. If you promise to protect my ass from projectiles from her, I’ll join you.” He joked, sweat lining his brow.