[she hasn't survived this long by not being cautious, loki. It's never just a different access code.
But her eyes flick to the man he's indicating taking in the stance, the costume, the bow.
... ... ...
And she shakes her head, sighing and arching an eyebrow at him.]
One way to test your hypothesis.
[And she neatly jumps onto the railing, springing off of it to take off an alien on one of those neat flying cars--which she then lets crash as she flips onto another building, right in Hawkeye's not-unimpressive-view. There's no universe in which Bobbi exists that Hawkeye would not react to seeing her, of that she's certain--
But in this case, he doesn't--she knows he sees him, she knows, but he just returns back to his job after a look. And she props her hands on her hips, huffing.
no subject
But her eyes flick to the man he's indicating taking in the stance, the costume, the bow.
... ... ...
And she shakes her head, sighing and arching an eyebrow at him.]
One way to test your hypothesis.
[And she neatly jumps onto the railing, springing off of it to take off an alien on one of those neat flying cars--which she then lets crash as she flips onto another building, right in Hawkeye's not-unimpressive-view. There's no universe in which Bobbi exists that Hawkeye would not react to seeing her, of that she's certain--
But in this case, he doesn't--she knows he sees him, she knows, but he just returns back to his job after a look. And she props her hands on her hips, huffing.
Rude, universe. Rude.]