Testing Patriotism

Summary:
February 9, 2015: Bobbi helps Captain America out by running some tests for him.

Triskelion Science Lab

Somewhere in the Triskelion.


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Mockingbird, Agent 19, Bobbi -formerly Hunter-formerly Barton- Morse. All those names are worn by the woman currently in one of SHIELD's chem labs in the Triskelion. But the name that suits her location the best at the moment is Doctor Barbara Morse, the biochemist. Since she graduated from the Georgia Institute of Technology she's been working for SHIELD, and before she became a field agent, she worked right here in the trenches of the science division.

A good deal of Bobbi's work revolved around a team that was trying to recreate the super soldier serum that turned Steve Rogers into Captain America. Now and then, she likes to revisit her research, and today she's perched on a stool in front of a microscope and a datapad. She's wearing a lab coat and has her not-often-seen glasses perched on her nose.

*

"Hey," Steve says as he enters the lab wearing a blue jacket, black shirt and blue jeans. He has his hands shoved into his pockets and he is a man very, very far from home. Or, at least, his part of the Triskelion. In fact, it is not clear that Steve Rogers has ever been in this particular part of the building ever.

*

Slender fingers, once dedicated to this sort of fine motor work, now better trained to kill, adjust the settings on the microscope. Bobbi pulls back from the piece of equipment and pulls a pencil from where it was shoved through the messy bun her hair is contained in. She jots down some notes on paper, ignoring the datapad, preferring old school non-hackable dead trees for this sort of top secret thing.

When Steve comes in, she looks up and over, pushing her glasses up on her nose and smiling. "Captain Rogers. What a coincidence. I was just looking at some of my old research regarding you," Mockingbird explains. She stands and offers a hand. "Agent Morse, Bobbi if you prefer."

*

Cap nods to her and smiles, "It's nice to meet you Agent Morse…Bobbi. You can call me Steve; I'm not really a fan of titles to be honest." He holds his arms over his chest and nods, "Well, that's sort of why I'm here. I have some questions regarding the serum itself. There have been some things that have happened recently—some pretty bad things, and I'm wondering if there is any weaknesses to the serum I haven't found or wasn't made aware of."

*

Cap's words have Bobbi looking curious as her head tilts slightly and she twirls the pencil in her fingers. "What sort of things have happened recently? My research is a decade old, mind you, and it was mostly guess work based on fragments of the notes of Doctor Erksine. There really wasn't much to go on, and with Howard Stark's death, the mechanical components of the Vita Ray procedure were lost. But now it seems Stark is back, somehow, so I thought I'd take another look."

The blonde gestures to a stool by hers and pulls a sample cart over. "I can do some bloodwork and tissue cultures to see if anything has changed, but I'm mostly a field agent these days. Shooting bullets more than giving shots, if you know what I mean," she adds with a chuckle.

*

"Don't I ever," Steve says as a throwaway line. He knows all about shooting bullets. And being shot at. "Well, the Red Skull…one of HYDRA's former leaders has been taken and his bodiedwell, I assume anywaysis being thawed out much like mine was. I was sort of hoping that if there was a weakness somewhere from the serum, maybe we could use it on him. Kind of chasing straws, if you know what I mean."

Steve's mind drifts towards the last time he visited Peggy Carter. Old and frail, she wore on him emotionally whenever he went to her home. Not on purpose, of course, but her presence seemed to hint on something he needed to figure out. "I'd also kind of like to know about the aging process. What that holds for me."

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Bobbi moves over to a lab sink and she washes her hands thoroughly before pulling on a pair of nitrile gloves. She takes Steve's hand and sets his arm across the table, stretched out, and ties a band around his upper arm. Or tries to. It's too small and she has to swap out for one designed for guys with huge biceps. "At least I know you have good veins," she says with a grin. She swabs the site with an alcohol pad before she attaches a needle to the syringe and a collection tube to the back of it. She performs the procedure effortlessly, as if she's done it a million times.

"The Red Skull is being thawed out by HYDRA? That's just what the world needs, that batcrap insane Nazi running amok," Bobbi says with a sigh. She takes several vials, inverting them as needed. "If the fountain of youth is in your cells somewhere, I'd love to have a crack at it," she adds with a small smile to soften the needles. She reswabs the puncture with an antibiotic and presses gauze to it. "Hold that there for a few minutes." She labels the vials.

*

Steve doesn't seem to flinch at needles. He had a whole lot of them after he was poked and prodded in preparation for and after the introduction of the super soldier serum.

"Dr. Erskine never really told me how long I'd live. It seems like something I should find out if I'd like to have any semblance of a normal life in the future."

*

Gloves are swapped out for new ones and Bobbi proceeds to grab a large cotton swab with its own built in sealing cap. "Open up," she orders. She swipes the inside of his cheek and seals the sample, labeling it as well. "And yeah, I imagine that living forever would make it tough on your dating life. Though you'd be able to see your great great great great great grandkids grow up, so that would be kind of cool."

She trades out for a syringe of a local anesthetic and injects it near his bicep so she can do a muscle biopsy as well. "Let me know when that goes numb. This one will hurt otherwise."

*

Steve nods, but it takes a long, long time for his muscles to go numb. "I suppose that would be one benefit. It's just that I really didn't have much of a life before all of this, and now with everything I've been through, it seems like it is sort of preventing me from having one after." He shrugs his shoulders a bit and can't shake the feeling that he might be using Bobbi as a shrink instead of what he's really here for. "What about you, Agent Bobbi Morse? Let's talk about you while we wait."

*

"I wish my life had been a bit less of one, if I'm being honest," Bobbi quips as she changes out her gloves again, and preps her tools for the biopsy. "I'm a two time divorcee, and I work with both my ex-husbands, one of whom has replaced me with a younger model, and the other of whom is trying to make another go of our relationship. Bit of a train wreck, right?" She smirks and seems to be in good spirits about her love life regardless.

"I can't believe Captain America would have any trouble getting a date though. Finding someone who isn't just a fangirl would be hard though. Or fanboy. It's the 21st century after all." She glances over at him curiously. "What's it like, experiencing the future suddenly like you have?"

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"Well, if the second one is trying to make a second chance, maybe that will be a good thing in the end," Steve says with a chuckle. "As far as a date, I do have a girlfriend. As busy as we both are, I don't see her often." Steve has to think long and hard about the future, "I think the best way to describe it is that the normal things people take for granted are something that continually surprises and sometimes amazes me. It's probably like jumping into a freezing cold pool instead of going in piece by piece and getting used to it."

*

"It's the first one attempting the second chance, actually. Crazy, right?" Bobbi chuckles and shakes her head. "I imagine there were a lot of shocks for you. I mean, we have space stations, mobile telephones, the internet, heart transplants, cosmetic surgery, female and African-American politicians," she taps the bicep to check for numbness. "Not to mention all the Stark and SHIELD tech and all the caped superheroes running around."

*

"Well, maybe the first one attempting a second chance is actually the good thing in the end," Steve says as laughter spills from his lips. "To be honest, I'm already losing track." Steve nods at her questions, "It really all comes so quick, that I don't really even bat an eye anymore. I'm really just trying to keep up. It's been about a year, so I'm starting to get used to it. But everyday there's something new."

*

"I'd guess I'd be flummoxed if I was sent back to the early 1940s and had no StarkPhone or Kevlar vests or Game of Thrones." Bobbi admits. Then she gets down to business. "You may feel some pressure while I do this, and your arm might be sore for a week or so after," she warns. "Who am I kidding? For you it will probably be hours, if not minutes." Her smile is gentle, and it's clear she really still loves this sort of work. Biochem was her first love. A larger bore needle gets pressed into his bicep muscle and retracted, with the tissue sample being deposited in another vial and sealed. She puts a butterfly bandage over the puncture after cleaning it to seal it up.

"These are just the most basic tests that I'll be running. If you want something more in depth, the current medical staff are probably going to be necessary." She gets the rest of her labeling done and puts all the samples into a small plastic case, labeling that too. "Those guys can run MRIs and take spinal fluid and cat scans and the like. I'm limited to biochemistry. Where the aging is concerned, if it's not something in your blood, you'll probably want to consult a neurologist or a geneticist. "

*

"Well I thank you a lot for what you've done, Bobbi. And it's been very nice to meet you. I hope you have a lot of good luck with that first husband of yours, this second time around." He smiles, "And the 1940s didn't have Game of Thrones, but it did have swing dancing. So there's that."

*

"Oh Swing Dancing! I think I'd love to try that. They do have some clubs for that around town. You should take your girl to one, Steve!" Bobbi declares. She strips off the gloves and offers him a hand to shake. "It's been a real honor to meet you, especially after working for so many years on trying to recreate that serum. Now if I can just get a meeting with Howard Stark, I'll be over the moon."

*

Steve sighs a bit forlornly at the idea of taking his girl to one—it's not clear what he means and he doesn't elaborate. He reaches out his hand to take hers and smiles, "Well it's been an honor for me too. If I see the older Stark before you do, I'd be happy to set up a meeting."

*

"Thank you. Now go do something patriotic. I should get these samples into the queue for testing," Bobbi quips. With that, the blonde agent gathers up the plastic case and heads down to the analytics lab.


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