Avengers: Legacies

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Bobby waited in the entryway of the Compound, pacing back and forth. He was waiting for Rosalie. He had their mission information tucked underneath his arm. Bucky had given him the folder earlier that morning at breakfast with the advice of "Don't mess up", which was quite reassuring to hear from his mentor. He opened up the folder again and peered down at its contents. It was a simple mission. They only had to do recon and report back to Bucky. They had the bad guys' mugshots and the location of their whereabouts. The bad guys were brothers and arms dealers in an underground crime ring outside of Hell's Kitchen. It seemed simple enough. And Bobby had Rosalie which made it even better because he got to do this with someone he actually liked.

He was about to call up for her when she came trotting down the stairs. He could only see her from the side, but he watched her every move. The delicate way she ran her fingers through the end of her ponytail, the exaggerated set of her shoulders from years of dancing, the small smirk that donned her face the second she turned to face him. She walked towards him, eyes bright, betraying her cool facade. Leave it to Rosalie to expose how she's really feeling through her eyes, Bobby thought. It's going to get her in trouble some day.

"You ready?" she asked. She stopped to stand beside him. He gazed down at her and found himself in awe of her because today she seemed so different, so eager to move forward with him. He thought that those feelings they used to have for one another had died a while ago. Maybe this was their chance for something better, for something everlasting, no matter what that looked like. All he knew now was that he didn't want to be without Rosalie ever again. And the way she was looking at him, he guessed she wanted the same thing.

"Hell yeah I am. Let's do this. Who's driving?" he asked, holding the door open for her. She stepped through and smiled at him over her shoulder.

"Definitely not you, Farm Boy," she teased.

He shrugged, the old nickname rolling off of him. In truth, he felt his heart begin to race. "As long as I get to choose the tunes, I don't really care, Twinkle Toes."

She raised her eyebrow at his old nickname for her but said nothing. Bobby followed after her towards a large warehouse-type structure that stood a hundred feet to the side of the Compound. There were sliding hanging doors that opened for them to reveal a couple of rows of vehicles. Rosalie scanned the options until she gravitated towards a blacked out Mustang. Bobby smiled to himself. He had to love her appreciation for fast convertibles. Rosalie pressed her wrist to the driver's door and smiled wide as it clicked open. Bobby glanced down at his own bracelet. The idea of being tracked and monitored was invasive to him. Tony and the other adults didn't seem to think so. Bobby had a feeling that they didn't really trust him and the others. He supposed there wasn't much reason to when all they were was a ragtag team of punks with their own agendas. He couldn't be expected to follow every rule or remain within the lines drawn for the sake of a foolhardy mission. He wasn't a team player . . . not entirely.

He smirked at Rosalie as he rounded the front of the car, pushing his paranoid thoughts aside. He could deal with the adults later. Right now, he had to not let Rosalie down. He had to not let his father down. Or his mom. He inwardly rolled his eyes. And Pym. And James. And Azura probably. And maybe Tait and his odd sister. He realized he had a lot of people relying on him. More than ever before. He took a deep breath and lowered himself into the passenger seat. That was something he had to get used to even if it meant having to deal with the clamoring chaos inside his head.

"Bobby, are you okay?" Rosalie asked. He turned to her. She looked at him knowingly as if she could read his mind. There was a part of him that felt like she could do that without a doubt. He shrugged his shoulders and reached out for the radio dials.