BOBBI:

“I’m not asking for anything other than you.”

❛sometimes it just feels like there more. ❜

DAREDEVIL:

❝ It’s not enough. ❞ The words are too kind; his body stiffens as
a result. ❝ I can’t walk away from what I do in the same way you
can’t walk away from a mission. ❞

❛ i get that, i DO — — but maybe for tonight. you’re beat up. you need a break. for TONIGHT. ❜

@agentmorse

❛ — — — — all you want is something i can’t be. ❜

moxiemorse:

“She’s not 5'11 and imposing to most doctors.” She argued. Kate was smart and quick in her feet, but she didn’t quite have the ins and outs that Bobbi had. Or experience yet. “So no, I can’t really delegate it.”

Sighing, Bobbi rolled her eyes.“ You really need to move that kid in with you of something, cause you can’t keep doing this shit by yourself. And km sure as hell not moving back in with you, as nice as that lady and her kids down the hall are, I can’t do it.”

❛ no, that’s true. but she can get a point across sometimes. ❜ but he knew bobbi was right. it was more than likely that kate might just be brushed off, while bobbi did seem to have a way of getting what she wanted from these doctors. maybe his constant hospital visits had them get used to whenever bobbi showed up.

he smiled tightly at her comment and nodded, resting his head back. ❛ yeah, maybe, — — but barney is here. he can help. ❜ he looked at her for a moment, tilting his head to the side. ❛ but are you saying the selling point to maybe moving back in would be simone and the boys, down the hall ?? ❜

moxiemorse:

“Well I can’t keep coming to tell the idiot doctors how to do their jobs. I kind of have a job of my own, yknow.”

She huffed, pulling the hair over so she could sit beside his bed. “So, what happened this time, Bird Brain?”

❛ yeah, i know, i know. maybe delegate it to kate. she could yell at them to. unless she’s here with me, cause she might not be in the mood to argue with them. ❜

he smiled light heartedly, before shrugging a shoulder, looking down. ❛ what always happens. got some assholes hanging around the building, i need to get rid of them. ❜

moxiemorse:

The second she heard Clint’s voice, the blonde gave the doc a glare and headed into her ex husband’s hospital room.

“What in the hell did you do this time?” asked Bobbi, putting her hands on her hips after having closed the door. She shook her head for a brief moment, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “You really gotta stop this, yknow…”

he watched as she came in, and he once again propped himself, wincing a little as he originally put his weight on his elbows. he broke something on one of his arms, and that’s not good, but it was fixable.

he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed as she kissed his head, pointing out that he had to stop. ❛ i don’t know if that’s possible. not in the near future, at least. ❜ he opened his eyes and looked at her. ❛ trouble keeps finding me. ❜

moxiemorse:

@xclintcn

“No, you listen here you buffoon, I’ve known thus jackass a long time, and I know what you’re doing for him is completely negating his healing period!”

Okay, so maybe she was being a bit harsh with the doc, but he was probably just over half her age, thinking he had all his shit together.

“No, do not try and interrupt me, I have more degrees than you can probably count, and a PhD in biochemistry, I think I know what I’m talking about.” She went so far as to even push her finger into the shorter man’s chest. “Correct it, or I’m calling the board of directors, and having a chat with Dr. Macklin.”

the second he opened his eyes, he knew what was going on. first off, he knew what happened. he was dumb, got in a fight he knew he was probably going to lose — he was out numbered after all — and someone from his building, because they’re good people, called an ambulance as soon as they saw him laying in the alley where the fire escape lead.

and, if he was unconscious in the hospital, they had to call his emergency contact. and while he couldn’t hear bobbi, he almost could hear the argument she was getting in.

he groaned, sitting up in the bed and looking to the nightstand. he reached to grab his hearing aids on the nightstand — always falling out, it was nice of them to leave the little things where he could find them, and put them in. he waited a few moments, getting situated, and now he could make out bobbi’s voice.

❛ you don’t want her to talk to doctor macklin! ❜ he called out from his bed, leaning back down with a groan. ❛ that would be a bad idea! ❜

knxckhisassout:

^{(  @xclintcn  )}

^{(  the quinjet is mostly quiet, tensions worn down to a relative peace
   after the fight. it’s nice. probably. carol hates the quiet when she’s
   amped up.  )}

^{Who would win in a fight: a caveman or an astronaut?}

he was laying across a few seats, tired and wanting nothing more than to be at home with his dog. he looked over at carol, just to catch her question, and he paused, thinking.

❛ astronaut. ❜