Summary: Bobbi Morse has been recruited as a researcher for S.H.I.E.L.D. and when her life is threatened by A.I.M. a certain Avenger is assigned the task to protect her.
Author's Note: I decided to write an "origin" story for Bobbi Morse in the movie verse. I'm hoping this will eventually lead to a sequel that will be an origin story for Clint Barton. I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter One: Recruited
"Congratulations, Class of 2008!" announced the president of Georgia Institute of Technology. A few graduation caps flew up into the air as the crowd roared with applause.
Bobbi Morse cheered along with her classmates when someone gently tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to see her favorite biochemistry professor and friend, "Professor Calvin!" she said excitedly.
The two women hugged. "Celebrating with family tonight?" she asked as some confetti shot through the air.
Bobbi gave her a small smile and shook her head, "No, not really."
The professor nodded and admired the diploma in Bobbi's hands instead, "How does it feel to finally have a Ph.D. in biochemistry?"
The young woman's smile grew wider at the acknowledgement of her recent accomplishment, "This baby is going right up on my wall!" she said as they walked up the aisle of the booming stadium and into the open terrace outside.
"Do you know what you're going to do now?" the professor asked as they sat on a nearby bench.
"You know I was thinking..." Bobbi started off happily and then shook her head, "I actually have no idea what the hell I'm going to do," she laughed. She took off her graduation cap and ran a hand through her blonde hair.
"I know what that's like, believe me," Professor Calvin responded as a few men in black suits walked towards them, "The only piece of advice I can give you is to always go where your heart wants to go."
"Easier said than done," Bobbi muttered under her breath before her teacher stood up. She followed suit as the men approached them.
"Barbara Morse?" said the middle man in his mid 30s. He took off his sunglasses and placed them in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
"Who wants to know?" Bobbi responded and the man smirked.
"Bobbi, this is Agent Phil Coulson," Professor Calvin said as she patted his shoulder, "I called them in to talk to you."
"Talk to me? About what?" Bobbi asked, confusion written across her face.
"A potential job prospect," Coulson said and the man behind him presented her with a file.
Bobbi took it and read the name of the seal out loud, "Strategic Homeland Intervention..."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.," both Professor Calvin and Coulson offered as a substitute.
Bobbi flipped through the pages of the folder. A variety of things popped out at her: Bruce Banner, gamma radiation, World War II, Steve Rogers, super-soldiers. Bobbi closed the folder and matched Coulson's smirk, "I'm listening."