[ that's all she can say at first. her mind feels like it's being pulled in a thousand different directions, her emotions all over the place. sad to lose another family, angry at the manipulation, frustrated at her friends for not understanding.
eventually, though, daisy forces herself to stop tinkering. ]
i could go for that. probably better than snapping at everybody.
[ she sends bobbi a pin to a small gym she's gone to a few times. it's not anything fancy, but it offers a sparring room and the convenience of being sparsely attended during the early evening hours. fewer people around makes it less conspicuous when she wants to practice with another of the displaced. ]
[ she'll be there — for the spar and then for some food and wine afterwards that she's already planning on talking daisy into because there are things that shouldn't fester. ]
[ the spar itself is good. better than good. a necessary release, a careful negotiation of pain and exertion and attention that allows both to let go of some pent-up frustrations; it lasts probably longer than it should, but considering their training, maybe that's not a surprise.
afterwards, though, is much more interesting. daisy's hands drag a thin terrycloth towel through her hair, blotting out sweat that's pooled on her scalp and the nape of her neck, trying to work through the tangles that have wedged their way in. ]
Not bad for being, what, almost a year out of practice?
[ give or take, considering this place and how many times the calendar has slid away from them unexpectedly. ]
[ the spar is good — daisy's out of practice, or so she says. bobbi both is and isn't: she's been keeping up appearances; katelin philips goes on morning runs and does yoga in parks when the weather allows, but bobbi's been keeping up with her training in the privacy of her own room, too.
it doesn't compare to this.
(if anyone asks, katelin philips is an army brat, so it stands to reason she might have learned to fight at some point in her life. not like bobbi can, though, never that. it would defeat the purpose of the whole charade.) ]
Not bad at all.
[ but even with this place and their powers, bobbi feels they shouldn't be neglecting this. ] We should make it a regular thing.
[ a soft groan, but it's good-natured, more a tease than an actual complaint. ]
I can't believe I'm signing up for you to kick my ass on the regular.
[ but bobbi is right. no matter what either of their intentions might be, no matter whether daisy plans to stay or go when the mission ends — because the mission will end, in daisy's mind, either way. they will figure this out. it's just a matter of time. — they shouldn't get lazy. who knows when they might have to fight their way out of a room filled with obnoxiously strong una agents again? ]
You're not signing up to have your ass kicked, you're signing up to try to kick mine.
[ if it boils down to the same thing, well. bobbi has more experience than daisy still, but daisy is plenty badass even without her powers. bobbi believes that.
so long as she doesn't get lazy with her training. ]
Dinner after sounds like a great plan to me, actually. [ plus, it'll give them a reason to spend time together on the training days. a reason that doesn't threaten bobbi's cover in any way. ]
[ but it's playful, easy; daisy will sing bobbi's praises from here to the sun and back any day of the week, yet even still, she knows they're a decent match. what shield training they may be missing, they're both still playing along. daisy with illya and occasionally steve, bobbi as katelin the same way she always has. in private, without exposure.
daisy doesn't know how she does it. ]
Are you busy tonight? [ dinner's probably in the works as they speak. it doesn't take much to make an extra plate. ] We can grab a bottle of wine on the way back...
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[ that's all she can say at first. her mind feels like it's being pulled in a thousand different directions, her emotions all over the place. sad to lose another family, angry at the manipulation, frustrated at her friends for not understanding.
eventually, though, daisy forces herself to stop tinkering. ]
i could go for that. probably better than snapping at everybody.
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[ she sends bobbi a pin to a small gym she's gone to a few times. it's not anything fancy, but it offers a sparring room and the convenience of being sparsely attended during the early evening hours. fewer people around makes it less conspicuous when she wants to practice with another of the displaced. ]
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[ she'll be there — for the spar and then for some food and wine afterwards that she's already planning on talking daisy into because there are things that shouldn't fester. ]
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afterwards, though, is much more interesting. daisy's hands drag a thin terrycloth towel through her hair, blotting out sweat that's pooled on her scalp and the nape of her neck, trying to work through the tangles that have wedged their way in. ]
Not bad for being, what, almost a year out of practice?
[ give or take, considering this place and how many times the calendar has slid away from them unexpectedly. ]
bless
it doesn't compare to this.
(if anyone asks, katelin philips is an army brat, so it stands to reason she might have learned to fight at some point in her life. not like bobbi can, though, never that. it would defeat the purpose of the whole charade.) ]
Not bad at all.
[ but even with this place and their powers, bobbi feels they shouldn't be neglecting this. ] We should make it a regular thing.
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I can't believe I'm signing up for you to kick my ass on the regular.
[ but bobbi is right. no matter what either of their intentions might be, no matter whether daisy plans to stay or go when the mission ends — because the mission will end, in daisy's mind, either way. they will figure this out. it's just a matter of time. — they shouldn't get lazy. who knows when they might have to fight their way out of a room filled with obnoxiously strong una agents again? ]
Do I at least get dinner out of this arrangement?
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[ if it boils down to the same thing, well. bobbi has more experience than daisy still, but daisy is plenty badass even without her powers. bobbi believes that.
so long as she doesn't get lazy with her training. ]
Dinner after sounds like a great plan to me, actually. [ plus, it'll give them a reason to spend time together on the training days. a reason that doesn't threaten bobbi's cover in any way. ]
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[ but it's playful, easy; daisy will sing bobbi's praises from here to the sun and back any day of the week, yet even still, she knows they're a decent match. what shield training they may be missing, they're both still playing along. daisy with illya and occasionally steve, bobbi as katelin the same way she always has. in private, without exposure.
daisy doesn't know how she does it. ]
Are you busy tonight? [ dinner's probably in the works as they speak. it doesn't take much to make an extra plate. ] We can grab a bottle of wine on the way back...
[ she knows! how to tempt her! ]