#i’m trying a new brand of latte syrup tomorrow but god.

[vexalia]

incensed at the state of the pumpkin spice this season everyone is copying starbucks with the damn pumpkin cold foam in place of pumpkin syrup i do not WANT the cold foam the cold foam sits ATOP the tea and keeps the shaken on top spice OUT of my tea and does not MIX into the tea so you have a latte with aerated pumpkin cream at the end of your beverage. stop this madness. put the pumpkin and the spices back into the beverage.

[lovelyirony]

I was wondering if I could maybe ask for some Sharon and Bobbi Morse? But like i don't know if you are taking ideas at the moment and I've been like a week trying to message you to ask 👉👈

 i felt so bad i just saw this and i know you sent this in ages ago! i’m going to try my best. i’m not too familiar with bobbi morse, but i’m going to try my best! i am so so sorry for my late response! 

When Coulson had called and told Morse that she was going to be assisting in a training course, she wanted to put her head through a wall. She hated working with new recruits: they were either so nervous they’d blow the whole mission, or so cocky that they’d blow the whole mission. And then she would have to come and fix it. 

And then she walked into the gym with disinterest written all over her face, and paused when she saw her. 

Thirteen. One of the best agents in the field, also creator of the legendary “hair-flip-into-the-face” move that nearly every agent with long hair used now. 

Also her biggest crush. Bobbi doesn’t even like using that word because it’s so juvenile, but that’s the only real way she can describe it. 

“Hey Morse,” Thirteen says, grinning. God, her smile is gorgeous. “Ready to whip these trainees into shape with me?” 

“Um...yes.” 

They don’t talk for a while after that--at least, not personally. Thirteen shows how to incapacitate your opponent, and Bobbi shows how to do an effective choke-hold. 

It’s a good time. 

Thirteen grins at her. 

“Hit the showers, trainees. Tomorrow we’re gonna go over how to run and also keep going while looking back.” 

There are groans of acknowledgement as they move out of the room like a horde of zombies, completely exhausted.  

“You do well with the trainees,” Thirteen says. “I’m not sure why Coulson said you’d be hesitant.” 

“If I was on my own, half of these kids would be transferring to office jobs,” Bobbi admits. “I’m...not the best with people. Well, new people.” 

“We all heard about what happened in Belfast,” Thirteen says, grinning. “I, for one, think that you do great with trainees. We still use that story to scare them into always double-checking the wiring no matter their level of high education.” 

“Really?” 

“You tend to intimidate some of us, Mockingbird. Especially with all your help of SHIELD clean-up.” 

“No big deal,” Bobbi says, smiling. “Didn’t know you knew about that.” 

“Have a couple of friends in high places. Hawkeye wants your autograph.” 

Bobbi snorts. 

“Clint has it on a dollar bill or something, I’m sure. He’s asked for it about seven times, but six of those was because I got him coffee.” 

Thirteen laughs, and Bobbi can’t lie and say she isn’t honored that she got Thirteen to smile. 

- 

The week goes by easily, and Thirteen gets coffee. 

“You have a certain order you want from the cafe a street down?” she asks. 

“Um. Black. Coffee?” Bobbi asks. 

Thirteen sends her a look. 

“You serious?” 

“No, but I don’t wanna trouble you.” 

“Unless you’re the villain I captured in Vienna two months back and escaped, you’re not going to trouble me a bit.” 

“Vanilla latte, one espresso shot and hazelnut syrup.” 

“Gotcha.” She taps it in her phone, waggling the device a bit. “And now, I shall remember it forever!” 

Bobbi’s heart warms a little bit. 

They share coffee and smiles and Thirteen tells her a little bit about her cousin, who apparently survives solely off coffee and has a problem with creamers. 

“He’s specific,” she says. “Only one certain brand, and only one flavor. If they’re out, he won’t drink coffee and turns into the worst person alive.” 

“Sounds...eccentric,” Bobbi adds, and Thirteen laughs. 

“Yeah, one way to put it.” 

- 

There’s an emergency. Supervillain wants to take over the world, the save-the-world-team is on a vacation. 

“Bobbi, Thirteen, you’re our next bet,” Fury says. “Don’t fuck it up, and be back for dinner. Maria’s catered in pizza.” 

“Oh hell yeah,” Thirteen exclaims, pumping her fist. “Alright Mockingbird, let’s get started.” 

- 

Fighting with Thirteen is a perfect dream. She gets it, really and truly. She can improv like nobody’s business, check in with the rest of the team, and watches Bobbi’s back. 

Bobbi pushes her down to avoid a bullet, and she’s facing her, face in front of face, and too-close. 

“Well if this is how you wanted me, I really wanted you to show me off-hours,” Thirteen says, breathless. 

Bobbi laughs, helping her up while taking out a goon on his way to try to beat them up. 

“I have off-hours on Friday. Hopefully, you do too.” 

“Ooh, on til nine. Switched shifts with Romanoff for an early Saturday. You free then?” 

“Anywhere you want me, Saturday.” 

“Good, I can cross a few things off of my to-do list.” 

“Quit flirting on the battlefield or no pizza!” Maria barks into the communication line. 

Bobbi snickers. 

“Save a slice of pepperoni for me,” she quips. 

They get back to fighting. 

- 

Post-fight, current-pizza is perhaps the best that Sharon’s been feeling in a while. Especially with Bobbi so close to her, thighs nearly touching, and both faces streaked with dirt and satisfaction lining their smiles. 

“My apartment is only a few blocks from here,” Sharon whispers into her ear. “And I know you’re exhausted. What do you say we sleep this one off?” 

“Promise a shower?” Bobbi whispers back. 

“Only if I get a fantastic view.” 

Bobbi snorts. 

“You got yourself a deal. Let me pack up my bags.” 

Sharon hums with excitement as she unlocks her apartment. 

It’s personal, is what it is. Bobbi wasn’t expecting it. Usually, numbered agents were intensely private about their lives. No names, no reminders on the fridge, and definitely not any decorations/reminders of a personal life. 

Thirteen is...not that. 

“Technically, my name is an open secret,” Thirteen says. “I’m Sharon. Nice to meet you, Bobbi.” 

“Sharon,” Bobbi repeats slowly. She sees a hanging picture in the kitchen. She’s with a remarkably similar woman, although years younger. It appears that they’re at some sort of school event, and the young Sharon is holding up a blue ribbon of some sort. 

“That was at my ice hockey championship. Peggy always did like that.” 

“Huh.” 

Sharon grins. 

“Most don’t expect it, right? But enough about that. You want water?” 

“Please.” 

- 

They don’t do anything but exist together that night. Bobbi takes a shower, then Sharon. She wears a shirt that smells of good detergent and rosewater. 

“I’ll make breakfast in the morning,” Sharon whispers, turning off the lamp. “You get rest.” 

Yeah. Bobbi could get used to something like this. 

Coulson is quite smug when she signs up for another training session. 

“Told you that the newbies would grow on you.” 

“Oh, they definitely didn’t. Thirteen, however, did.” 

He pales. 

Bobbi laughs.