X & Y (Mockingbird)

[ayden1]

I swear, if I didn't have such a damn good reputation, I'd tell Maria Hill to shove it where the sun will never, ever shine...

He was frustrated. Once again, Hill had dumped the paperwork onto the Star Spangeled hero and given Franklin the night off. What the hell was with that? It was the guys job to handle MIA's and Re-installments. It was what he was paid for; but no, not tonight or the night before. Sorry Cap, we'll stick you behind a desk while we let Brand, Elektra and Hawkeye go and deal with the super-freaks wrecking the city and causing nothing but destructive chaos. Maybe he was looking at it in too much of a selfless manner? Perhaps Hill was giving him a break and letting him handle something that couldn't be solved with broken limbs or bashing it with a vibranium shield.

His job tonight was to interview a former Agent, known as Mockingbird. Mockingbird was in service in the Agency before Cap had joined, and apparently she had left a month before he had been signed up. They had yet to meet, but according to her file, she had exstensive abilities in combat that rivalled Barton and even Elektra. Hell, when he asked a veteran about her, the guy told Steve that she'd probably be able to deck him as well. It was a bit of a shot to Steve's ego that someone thought that little of his fighting ability, but nonetheless, he had hoped there would be no instances of close-quarters combat tonight.

He sat at the desk, his uniform still on, as it was ironically professional. He had Bobbi Morse's file at his fingertips, he sat, waiting to meet the famed agent. She had a lot of explaining to do, as she seemingly disappeared for 3 years without warning and was presumed Killed in Action. Well, tonight would be storytime for the woman, and a little bit of, oddly enough, therapy for Cap.

[bobbi]

Finally she had gotten through to S.H.I.E.L.D. and convinced someone there that she was indeed the Mockingbird. The real deal, the one and only. Now she had to come in and meet with someone and explain a three year long absence. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue but her story was not one anyone would believe readily. She pushed the memory of her conversation with Clint Barton to the back of her mind it wasn’t something she was ready to deal with yet. Hell she wasn’t ready to deal with anything yet. Her mind traveled back to the issue at hand. How much should she tell them about what happened to her? The majority of it she would tell them as it was something they needed to know, it was the location, the captor, and how she got there that she couldn’t really see them believing. ”Yeah, hey, look I got kidnapped by an evil bastard that looked like my boyfriend and he took me to another reality and raped and beat me for three years.”[/color] Yeah that was really going to fly.

Bobbi Morse grabbed a shower and got dressed. She still wasn’t fully healed and if the ugly yellow bruises on her face were any indication the rest of her wasn’t feeling too good either. No amount of scrubbing could get the dirty feeling off of her so she finally just gave up and got out. Once dried and clothed she made her way to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and walked up to the desk. She barely remembered anyone save, Barton from her time at S.H.I.E.L.D. since she had only been an agent for four years before she vanished. The woman directed her to one of the rooms and she knocked on the door. ”Excuse me, Bobbi Morse, reporting back from MIA status.” She wasn’t sure if she knew the guy behind the desk or not the last three years kind of beat a lot of stuff out of her. She still wasn’t sure how she was going to weave this tale to make it believable. Probably something along the lines of being doped up or something. Either way the words ‘psych eval’ loomed on her horizon.

[ayden1]

Sitting at a desk, dressed in a red, blue and white costume was a strange feelin for Steve Rogers. He normally only wore the get-up on missions, and the occasional bar visit with Barton that always seemed to end up in a fight. Yet, it was oddly professional and it could not be considered any different to that of a suit or a military uniform. No one would dare tell Steve Rogers that he looked stupid, as the costume brought out his muscular figure and screamed all of his patriotism. Besides, you'd probably cop a vibranium shield to the face if you did so.

The door to the officer opened and Steve's immediate reaction was to stand to welcome the 'guest'. His eyes did a quick scan of her entire figure. She reminded him much of Sharon Carter, his former lover whom was transferred to a service in England. She was lean, slightly muscular and looked as though she could keep up tedious exercise for quite a extended period of time. Nodding to her, he extended his hand; trying to welcome her. "Captain America. Pleasure to meet you, finally, Ms. Morse. You've got quite the reputation here." After relasing her hand, his eyes scanned the bruises across the face, and he could instantly tell that they were not that old, certainly no longer the two days. His experience in the injury field was his second nature when assessing wounds. Trying not to sound insulting, he rather blatantly pointed out the obvious. "You look like hell. Have you had your cheek and jaw bones checked out? Those bruises are thick, and I wouldn't be suprised if your jaw was fractured." Good ol' Steve Rogers, ironically blunt but intelligent.

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[bobbi]

Bobbi watched the man get up and she headed over to him. Carefully she took his hand ready to take him down if she needed to. "Pleasure to meet you Captain America." When her hand was released she took a seat and set her hands in her lap however they were positioned so that each one rested on the end of her battle staves. So sue her for not wanting to trust a man at this point in time. She didn't know him and until she was comfortable with him she was going to be prepared to beat him down if she needed to.

A blon brow went up at his comment and she shrugged. "It's not. I've had it fractured and broken before, I'd know if it was and it isn't. I'm fine just a little dinged up." Bobbi let out a slow breath as her mind still tried to figure out how she was going to explain a three year long absence that she wouldn't have believed if it hadn't happened to her.

[ayden1]

"Call me Steve." Cap remarked as he slowly took his seat, shuffling a couple of useless papers that he really had no intentions to use. He figured to himself, he may as well just introduce himself as Steve Rogers to everyone he met. It wasn't as though his identity was a secret, and he had known to have his enemies try and strike close to home to Steve Rogers and not to the body of Captain America.

"You've been gone for three years, is that correct?" He glanced down at the file named Mockingbird and slowly read through her list of achievments and personal psych evaluations. Apparently she was involved with Clint Barton, the resident Hawkeye. Biting his lip, he knew it meant trouble when anything had to do with Barton. "What was the nature of your disappearance?" He didn't exactly expect a amazingly detailed story, he more or less just needed to know the who, what, when, where and why. If it was three years, then there was certainly going to be a story behind it, and Steve was ready to listen.

[bobbi]

"Well then Steve, please call me Bobbi." The blond carefully sat down since she was still healing from her injuries. Her ribs were still bruised to hell and back she was just thankful they hadn't cracked. Well she doesn't remember hearing the crack. But then the head blows kind of sent her hearing to hell at the time period so who knew. She'd been through worse and she survived, this was no different. Unfortunately, she hadn't really had any medical attention in the last three years either but she wasn't too worried about that. The bastard didn't trust anyone near her but himself and so he 'tended' to her in all his inept glory.

Blue eyes refocused at his question and she nodded. "Three years and I've been back for roughly four days." It took her that long to get her accounts reopened a place to stay and all that other 'back from the dead' type bullshit. God but she hated jumping through hoops. "Kidnapping." The woman tugged on her bottom lip, a sure sign she was thinking to anyone who knew her which was effectively no one anymore.

"Three years ago I had just finished a mission and I was on my back when someone got the drop on me. They had altered their appearance to look like my then partner and it wasn't until I got too close that I realized it wasn't him. By then I was too late and I was drugged. I have no idea where I had been kept for all these years since I never saw anything but the room I was kept in. Finally, I ended up making a friend, very cautiously, and we were able to get me out and now I'm back." Vague, lying through her teeth, and pretty much not telling him a damn thing. Yup that should do it.

[ayden1]

He sighed in disappointment as he listened to her story. Rather lazily he reached down underneath the desk and pulled from the drawer a pack of playing cards. Placing them on the table, he glanced up at Bobbi, his eyes meeting hers as he rather lightly smiled. "These are playing cards, as you know. It might surprise you to know back in the 1940's I was one hell of a ace at the whole game of poker. I had a undeniable face and another little talent." He began to spread the cards out on the table, sort of shuffling them with mild amounts of skill, but nothing you'd see at a professional game. It was obvious he was rusty. Moving his eyes to the cards slowly, before back to Bobbi, he smirked. "That talent was reading faces. Nine times out of ten, I could tell who was bluffing. Unfortunately, you need to practice your poker face." Standing the cards in a pile, he leant backwards in the chair, resting his arms behind his head before smiling once more. "Now, how about you tell me your story again. This time, try to include the truth." Steve often didn't takr a sarcastic approach to things, especially his work, but Bobbi gave him the vibe that she didn't really pay much attention to the serious workaholic types, and so maybe a more casual approach could get the correct information out of her?

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[bobbi]

Bobbi kept her face passive and her eyes blank. She'd slipped into that protective zone she'd created over the last couple of years. Still completely aware of her surroundings but not feeling anything on any kind of level. It was helping with the low throbbing pain humming through her body and preparing her for if she was going to have to relive the nightmare all over again. If she was lucky Steve was stupid but the way he was setting up the cards and giving his little speech she knew she was being set up. Yeah, she had been set up, damn why couldn't he have been that stupid. A blond brow went up, well if he wanted the truth then he was going to get it.

"Three years ago I was on a mission with my partner. We got into a fight when he was called away on another mission and I was going to finish up the one we were on. I got done early and was going to catch up with him to apologize for the stupidity of the fight when I ran into him. He wasn't supposed to be there but I didn't question it. He looked and sounded like my partner. It wasn't him. He was in fact the counter part to my partner from and alternate reality. There he and my counter part were married and she had died. He forced an inventor of sorts to build a machine to help him find 'his wife'. The woman was dead and he couldn't deal. The man had gone over the edge. Who he found was me. He took me back with him and unfortunately, I might have been able to beat my partner in a fight but I couldn't beat him. He kept me locked in his room for three years for my own safety and because he knew I'd leave if given the chance. The first year was the most brutal because I was defying him at every turn, then it seemed to just become habit for him to beat me into submission before raping me." She took a breath, her eyes getting more dull and dead looking.

"Finally the man who built the machine found my reality... Here, and we got me out of their and back to my own world. Before I was able to leave he got one more good beating and rape in. Now I'm here. Anything else?" Finally cold dead eyes looked right at him.