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Spy shit idk

[Things have been pretty uneventful for Bobbi lately. Turns out running your own spy cell wasn't that exciting. It's enough to keep her busy, of course, but still not quite what she expected. Not a lot about it surprises her, especially after working for SHIELD and being an Avenger. She's happy enough with it, though. One day she's sitting in her office, going over a map of an island, when her assistant comes in to tell her that someone is here to see her]

Who?

[Her assistant shrugs, stating that the person wouldn't give a name. He just said that Bobbi would know him and that was all she needed to know. Bobbi took that to mean it was one of her more secretive superhero friends. Hell, maybe it was Fury finally. Regardless, it didn't worry her that much. She just waved a hand and turned back to the map]

Okay then. Let him in.

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[It's been a while since Sin and the hammers. Bucky went chasing his own redemption with Natasha, putting a stop to the other sleeper agents the KGB had left in play. It hadn't gone as planned, or even as he hoped it would. That was a few weeks ago, that it all came to head. Two weeks ago was the last time Bucky had seen Nick Fury. He doesn't know what the fuck is going on in SHIELD anymore, and he only has so much money and so many weapons stashed away in secret safe houses.

He drank his way through one safe-house's worth of cash before he decided, the next morning while nursing an incredible hangover, that it was time to find something to do with himself besides punch drunk assholes.

So that's why he's come to Bobbi Morse, dressed inconspicuously in his leather jacket, flannel shirt, jeans, old combat boots, and a ballcap pulled low over his eyes. He's got about three days worth of stubble on his face and looks rather not unlike a street person. When the assistant finally lets him in, he closes the door behind her after she leaves again, and turns to Bobbi, tilting the brim of his hat up a little more.]

So. Where's a guy supposed to take his resume?

[She recognizes the voice immediately, even if the person who it belongs to looked a lot different the last time she saw him. He's also supposed to be dead, so if she looks shocked when she looks up from the map, Bucky shouldn't be surprised]

If this is a joke, it's a really tasteless one. Some people might have a problem with guys walking around impersonating dead men. [Not that it's unheard of for people to come back from the dead in their line of work but she's sceptical]

[No, he's not really surprised. Everyone thinks he's dead these days, and honestly? He probably should be dead. That hole in his chest should have killed him. He holds his hands out in an 'easy there' gesture, and sure enough, the left one, when he takes it out of his pocket, is shiny ribbed metal. A new model, but pretty similar to the old one.]

Yeah, about that. We've got one more thing in common, remember that time you nearly died and they injected you with god-knew-what?

[Bobbi tilts her head, willing to let him explain. And what he gives her is reasonable. It happened to her, after all]

You look like hell. [But that's to be expected, right? Spending time being "dead" is rough. She knows] So Fury's involved here, I'm guessing?

[There's more to tell than just "so I'm not dead" but none of it is anything he really wants to talk about. Bobbi is pretty good about accepting the strange without too much of an explanation as long as it makes sense. And it's the truth, he was shot up with infinity serum to save his life, much like what happened to her.]

I slept in a bus station last night. [He has kind of been avoiding most everybody who actually knows he's still alive. Steve would be ashamed of the way he's been drinking and fighting lately.] Yeah, he was. He's gone off-radar though. [And once he admits that, Bucky actually manages to... look a little lost, like he's not sure what to do with himself now.] And Nat... Nat doesn't remember me.

You look it. [Geez. What is it about her that attracts complete wrecks of men? Clint was the same way when they first met. She scoffs when he mentions Fury going off radar. Typical]

Of course he has. He's a big fan of doing that. [The thing about Nat...that makes her feel bad. What the hell could've happened to make Nat not remember him? That's harsh and she really doesn't wanna ask about it] That's rough. But since you're basically dead and Fury's gone into the tunnels again...I guess you're here looking for something to do?

[Bucky just shrugs one shoulder helplessly when she points that out. He did sleep in a bus station and he does definitely look like it, there's really no denying it.]

Yeah, well, with everything going on... [SHIELD is a mess if half of what he's heard is true. He doesn't exactly have his main contact there anymore, though, now that he's pretty much trying to avoid Natasha because it hurts so much.] I- Yeah, I guess. You've got a world security organization, I've suddenly got a lot more free time...

[What goes unsaid is that he doesn't really have anywhere else to go.]

[She gets it. She usually does with Bucky. And as always, she doesn't say anything. She knows how it feels to be completely lost in the world. It's been a while since she returned from Skrull Hell and she still feels that way sometimes. That's a big part of what this organization is about: Bobbi carving a place in the world for herself]

I can always use more agents. [Actually, she's not in any sort of desperate need for more agents. She's got plenty with all the ex-SHIELD people she recruited] You feel up to being a spy?

[This is why he came to Bobbi, probably. She seems to understand, and she doesn't bring it up or push at things he doesn't want to talk about.]

It's not like I'm doing anything else with my life right now. Why not take up super-spying for a while? [His smile is small, dry, a little bitter and brittle.] Plus I hear you get an in if you've slept with the boss. [That was terrible and he knows it.]

[The comment makes Bobbi grin and shake her head, so there's that]

That was terrible. But we both know there was no way I was saying no here. So welcome to the team. Don't worry about the logistics of it all, I'll take care of that. [She closes the laptop that was on the desk next to her and then opens her bottom desk drawer, pulling out a bag that she stashes the laptop in]

We'll talk about it more once we get to my place.

[It really was terrible but he's glad he got a laugh out of her at least. Kind of doesn't want to ruin things with one of the few people he feels like he can go to.] What are the logistics of hiring a dead guy?

[He glances around the office, cramming his hands in his pockets as Bobbi gathers up her laptop.] We're going to your place?

Honestly? I'm not sure. Which I probably should be, considering I was legally dead for a while too. But I guess we'll find out.

[She just arches an eyebrow at Bucky]

I just assumed you didn't want to discuss all this with other people around. My place is more private.

Guess so. For what it's worth, I'm supposed to... try to stay 'dead', so, that probably cuts down on your paperwork. [He's so bad at staying dead though. Doctor Doom even knows he's alive. Still, he follows her out the door obediently enough.]

Yeah, point. Not that I want to discuss a whole lot of what's happened.

Yikes. [Oh, this is gonna be a nightmare. But she'll deal. She leads the way, letting her assistant know she'll be out for a while as they walk]

You don't have to. But I think I deserve at least some of the details explained, don't you? Not every day a supposedly dead guy strolls into your office.

[Bucky hunches down a little and changes his body language as they walk out, hands in his pockets as he follows Bobbi. He's a master of blending in; if you know him, it's hard to recognize him from afar like this.]

Yeah, I guess you do. I'm gonna need a stiff drink first, though, just as a warning.

No problem.

[She leads them out and into the parking garage where her car is. Everything about the building where her operation is located is totally normal. From the outside, it just looks like some dull corporate office. And the cover must be working since she's had no problems so far. Would it be nice to have a bunch of huge, crazy, secret bases like SHIELD? Yes. It would. But she sadly doesn't have the money for that. Yet. She unlocks the car and tosses her bag in the back, getting into the driver's seat]

You're just lucky you came by when it was early enough for traffic to not be awful.

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