^the above lyrics are from heart is a hole by cherri bomb
Name:Barbara 'Bobbi' Morse
Age: Unknown, and while she appears to be 20-22 her age is probably more like 34-39 due to the formula she was injected with slowing her aging process.
Power(s): Agility, gymnastics, espionage, armed and unarmed combat skills, & enhanced athleticism
Personality: Sarcastic, quick-witted, intelligent, optimistic for the most part, sassy, logical, conclusive, & loyal to a fault while still being slightly emotionally detached. (At least that's how she is when she's around others.)
Likes: piercings, black and white (both the colors and situations that are so), silver, studding, punk-rock and pop-punk music, ballet, eyeliner, sharp nails, cigarettes between her lips that are hardly ever lit, mockingbirds, Chinese take-out, protecting people, tattoos, & bending the rules to suit her needs.
Dislikes: not being able to have many visible piercings, being treated as fragile by those who don't who she is, colors other than purple, coffee, instability, love, conformity, her desk job (even though it is with S.H.I.E.L.D.), glitter, country music, rural areas, & being asked about her emotions
Bio: Barbara Morse is a good intentioned young woman who has fallen in love with both her job and the man that she could spend her life with. She can't see herself wearing black outside of the dance studio, and loves basically everything to do with the countryside where she got married last summer. But Barbara Morse is gone, replaced by Bobbi Morse a woman with much more life experience. The reason for her change was quite simple, her ex-husband crushed her when he said he wanted to file for divorce, seeing him at work everyday crushed her more, but pretending that everything was alright between Mockingbird and Hawkeye when others were around crushed her heart and spirit to dust so fine it could be inhaled without notice. Bobbi Morse, who goes by Mockingbird more often than not unless she's with family, has become a shell of her former self literally and figuratively. She was injected with a combination of the Super Soldier Serum and Infinity Formula after a particularly nasty brush with death. The only things that remain of the original Barbara Morse are her love of ballet and her high IQ
Model: Tamsin Egerton
Johnny Storm/The Human Torch
Story: (sorry for making it so short, I just wanted to get to the bare bones of Bobbi's head when she's alone)
Pop rock beats bounce around the mirrored walls and marley floor and the concentration of the blonde in ballet shoes is noticeable by the slight crease between her eyebrows over the bridge of her nose.
The song is relatively new, and if she had been another person she would have found it enjoyable to dance to. However, she is who she is, Bobbi Morse, and so the songs lyrics are hitting rather close to home for her. It gets worse as the chorus begins again:
I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you
The song reminds her too much of both her former self, and the man who made her who she is today. Clint Barton, known to the general population as Hawkeye, her ex-husband has been on her mind more so recently after being asked to return to the same area of S.H.I.E.L.D as him. The song, which she recalls being called 'Still Into You' is only intensifying the feelings of longing she's had for so many years.
With a sigh, Bobbi lets her arms drop and eases out of her turns before padding over to the stereo system and shutting it off. She examines her appearance in the mirrored surface of the wall in front of her, and can't help but frown. This is one of the few downsides to not being at work for the blonde. She doesn't have to pretend that everything is alright when she's in her penthouse apartment. This is the only place that she really sees herself, and even then only when her face isn't shielded by her various make-up products.
After a shower Bobbi Morse is at her most vulnerable. Her concealer has washed off allowing her to see the slight bags under her eyes from the insomnia that has been plaguing her since the beginning of the divorce process. Her clothes are tighter in the dance studio connected to her bedroom so that she can keep her edge up when she's too busy to attend class, and due to the Lycra material she can spot the slight weight loss that she's gone through but can't bring herself to fix. Her arms and legs are uncovered showing the scars she's received from---
Oh wait! Combat training! She forgot to work on her martial arts skills today, and so she bolts for her door shutting the lights of the studio off as she passes the switch.
She reaches the door she was running down the hall to reach and sticks her tongue out at the peephole that is the only indication of a door being embedded into the wall. The conformation chime sounds after her tongue is scanned, and the hidden door slides back and into the wall. Exposed is the gateway to the only hidden room in her entire penthouse, the training room where she keeps not only her weights, various work-out machines, and punching bags, but also every single Mockingbird suit she's had to retire for whatever reason.
With a deep breath of the slightly rubbery scent, her nerves calm and she steps through the hole wall sliding closed behind her. She has to calm down, her to-do list for the day- the same list as every other day- will be complete after she runs her first mile on the treadmill.
It may be sad, but this is how Bobbi Morse holds her life together when she has nobody around to hold it together for.