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'm not following what has been done in the comics, but I am taking a few elements and molding them for myself. Thank you for the lovely reviews! Enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review!
Chapter Three: Interrogation
1 Month Prior to Graduation, Private Facility in Atlanta, Georgia
"Again!" the physical instructor shouted at Bobbi whose face met with the floor during a routine training session. Bobbi spat out some blood and pushed herself back onto her knees. She took a few moments to take her breath, but her instructor grew impatient and stepped closer to pull back on Bobbi's hair. She cried out in pain and in a mixture of anger and frustration-more frustration since she was one chapter away from finishing her dissertation-Bobbi elbowed her instructor in the groin. He doubled over and with both arms she grabbed him by the neck and flipped him onto his back.
She pulled on the string if his hoodie, turned him over onto his stomach, and restrained his arms behind him. She finally grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, "No one touches my hair," she said and slammed his head back onto the mat.
A pair of hands clapped in the background and Bobbi stood up to see Dr. Sallis approach her, "Well done, Barbara," he said as he gently grabbed her chin to observe her bleeding lip.
"I do not appreciate the bruises, Sheppard," he addressed the beaten instructor in the floor.
Bobbi stepped back slightly and pretended to tend to her wound. To be honest, she felt uncomfortable whenever he touched her, which was a habit he started to develop when she signed on to the program. He was attractive for a man in his mid-30s, but he wasn't her type.
"Barbara, may I have a word?" he said as he stepped outside of the mat to a secluded corner. Bobbi rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking and she delayed the talk a few moments to disentangle her instructor.
"What would you like to talk about?" she asked as she walked over to him.
"Congratulations on how far along you've gotten with your dissertation," he replied.
She nodded in response, "Thanks to the resources given to me."
"Yes, well, I'm sure you're looking forward to your first assignment post-graduation?" he asked as he pulled out a mobile device from his pocket.
"Very much so. Are you going to give me a preview?" she asked as he offered her the device.
"Something like that," he said as he tapped on the screen. A slide show presentation started and the first picture she saw was that of a man in a black suit leaving a car.
"His name is Phil Coulson and he will approach you about a job proposition on the day of your graduation," he said and tapped on the screen again.
The next image was that of an eagle in a seal, "He works for an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. You could say they're a rival organization."
Bobbi laughed lightly, "And what do you want me to do? Seduce him?"
"I want you to say yes to whatever he offers you and I want you to communicate back any information that may be vital for us," he said with an authoritative tone, which she was unsure whether to question, but she did anyway.
"You want me to spy for you? I didn't exactly sign up for that," she said and gave him back the device, "I'll be waiting for an actual research-based assignment."
Bobbi started to walk away when he spoke out, "With our strict guidelines, you've had to work on your dissertation solely on our computers, so don't forget that a majority of your dissertation research primarily exists on my servers. You might wake up one day and find it all gone."
Bobbi stopped and her ears burned with the possibility, "You wouldn't dare."
"I dared to go against all odds my entire life. Why would this be any different?" he said as he walked past her and exited the room.
NYC Facility in Brooklyn
Bobbi sat restrained to a chair in the middle of a bright lit room. The top half of the walls that surrounded her were made of two-way mirrors. The camera in the corner would occasionally zoom in and out.
"What's her play?" the archer asked as he observed her from behind the mirrors.
"Barton, aren't you supposed to be prepping for your next mission?" Nick Fury said as he brought up Bobbi's profile on the flat screens along one of the walls in the room.
"Postponed till next month. You signed off on it, remember?" he said as he folded his bow and latched it onto his side.
"I signed off on it?" Fury directed his attention to Coulson.
"Yes you did, sir," he replied with a firm nod, "We even made fun of him for his reason of postponement."
"Oh that's right, your baby is out of use," Fury smirked and shook his head.
"I can't go anywhere without my hover-bike, so sue me," Clint responded and crossed his arms.
Coulson chuckled and nodded over to Bobbi, "What are we going to do with her?"
"She's A.I.M. What good is she to us? She's not gonna say anything," Clint said as he leaned against the glass.
"Her knowledge in biochemistry is a vital asset and I personally don't want to see that go to waste," Coulson replied as he used a control to highlight her credentials.
"Slackin' on the background checks, Phil? You're the one recruited her after all. What? D'ya have a crush on her?" Clint smirked and Fury rolled his eye in response.
"Slacking on the security training, Clint? Because she managed to make your men look like-"
"Hello?" Bobbi spoke out from the adjacent room, "I'm seriously bored right now. Can I at least get the Sudoku section from today's newspaper?" She waited for a response then dropped her head in defeat.
A knock sounded on their door and Fury went to answer it. He came back with Bobbi's phone, which was retrieved from her lab coat.
"Gentlemen, stay here and for the love of God, stop bickering," Fury ordered them as he left and reappeared in the next room with Bobbi.
"Dr. Morse," Fury said as he placed the phone on the table in front of her.
"Director Fury," she responded with a simple nod.
"Care to explain yourself?" he asked as he sat down across from her.
"Yes," she said as she straightened up in her chair and swallowed hard, "But first, I missed my lunch break," she said and then turned to one of the mirrors, "Coulson, my salad is in the mini-fridge towards the back of my lab. Thanks, you're one in a mil."
Fury raised his eyebrows at her request and nodded for Coulson to do as she asked. Clint burst out laughing before Coulson hesitantly left the room.
After Bobbi finished her salad in an awkward silence that involved a stare down with Fury, she pushed the container aside and settled back in her seat.
"You have nothing to worry about, you know," Bobbi said as she folded her free hands on her lap.
"And why's that? Your actions have led me to believe otherwise," Fury replied as he pointed to her phone. He then took it and cracked it open to reveal another screen with a USB port, "Why should I believe you?"
"Because I haven't told them anything. A.I.M. I haven't told them a thing. Whatever information I've been giving them has been completely false," she admitted.
"And I'm supposed to take your word on it?" Fury asked as he shifted in his seat.
"Have you decoded my last message to them yet?" Bobbi replied and chuckled at the silence that followed. She had a knack for encrypting her voice messages to A.I.M. and she enjoyed the fact that it took Coulson and his band of computer geeks weeks to decrypt them.
She grabbed the device at the center of the table and started typing a series of codes to retrieve her last message. She then placed the device back at the center of the table and waited for it to play her audio file.
"Test #17 was unsuccessful. To avoid contamination and mitigate distraction, Director Fury is relocating my experiment to a warehouse in Brooklyn, where I will continue to develop the super-soldier serum in secret. I will report back when I acquire further information..."
The sound file ended and it didn't take long for Fury to stretch out his hand to her. Bobbi hesitated slightly as the moment reminded her of shaking Dr. Sallis's hand that night at Georgia Tech. She lifted her hand nevertheless and shook it firmly.
"I want to take down A.I.M. as much as you do. They're a terrorist organization and by the time I realized what I had gotten myself into, it was too late for me to back out. So, are you going to put me in that warehouse or not?" Bobbi demanded as she crossed her arms about her chest.
"I put you in that warehouse and then what? What's your play?" Fury asked as he leaned forward on the table.
"Infiltrate A.I.M. and hit them hard," she said as she pulled out an object from the inner side of her boot and slammed it on the table.
"Did she just put a C4 explosive on the table?" Coulson asked as he motioned his men to move in.
"She's my type of girl," Clint whispered as some of the armed men burst through the door.
Fury held up his hand to stop them, "On two conditions," he said and lifted up one finger, "First, you'll let me know the details of the operation."
"Done," Bobbi responded with a smile.
Fury then raised another finger, "Second, Barton will be your backup."
"What?" Both Bobbi and Clint yelled simultaneously. Clint ran out, entered the interrogation room, and pushed through some the agents.
"Sir, I can handle myself," Bobbi explained as she stood up from her seat.
"Seriously, boss?" Clint walked around the table to face him.
"She's going to need the backup. I need you to be her eyes and ears." Clint was about to argue when Fury lifted a firm eyebrow at him. Clint closed his mouth and groaned.
Fury and the rest of the agents left the room and left behind an annoyed archer and an amused doctor, "You know what, I actually don't mind. It'll be good experience for you, sport," Bobbi said as she slapped him on the arm and followed everyone else out the room.
"Stop calling me that!"