1964-03-19 - Flirting with Fists
Summary: Bobbi does what Bobbi does best, flirt while she fights
Related: Shield nonsense
Theme Song: None
grant bobbi 


Oh, Grant has so many questions today. What's really going on with Skye? What are Simmons and Fitz really up to in that lab? But in the shorter term, how much does he remember of Bobbi's fighting style? Banter aside, he'd like to at least hold his own here. He cracks his knuckles as he takes a look around the room, checking out what he's got to work with.

*

Bobbi had tossed off her Shield standard lab coat and peeled back her work attire before. She'd emerged in a white tank and pair of loose fitted pants. Hair swept back into a ponytail as she bounced her weight on the mats and stretched her arms behind her back. She had tons of pent up energy, being left to her own devices for too long had been dangerous, and gained the Director's ire for carrying out her own mini-mission as it was.

With a swing of her arms back, she flashed Grant a grin. "Ready?"

And just like that she was springing forward on her toes, a smack of bare feet against the mats as she swung with one fist toward his head with a false swipe. The other ready to follow up with a jab at his middle.

*

Pent-up energy is good. Or can be. That grin, though, that's a telegraph if Grant's ever seen one. Not much, but it's at least enough warning for him to take a step back, both blows landing but with less force than they might have. Open space and firm ground, those tools are both in the toolbox today. Then forward again, sweeping a foot toward the back of her knee. Let's test her balance, shall we?

*

Bobbi didn't put much force into the blows, sparring and all, but more over it was a test. Seeing how fast he was, gauging speed for him to choose to block or avoid or otherwise. Still, the foot swipe was pleasantly unexpected and Bobbi went down with a roll and a grunt. The mats below smacking with her weight as she broke her fall and shifted the momentum to aid her.

She was up and swinging just as quickly, another one two punch, but this time she followed it up with a round house kick toward his side.

*

Grant switches it up and holds his ground this time, he can't back up too much or he'll run out of room or risk losing his own footing. Now he opts to deflect the punches, but the kick catches him off guard and he winces, imagining how it would have felt at full force. "One and one?" he asks, then follows up with a single jab without waiting for the answer.

*

"If you want to keep score," She blocked the jab, if only just, and took another step back to give herself room, breath escaping her in pants. She grinned and bounced her weight back onto her toes, shifting back and forth. Sweat beginning to dot her brow. It was a hard game to spar another trained agent, but oh so worth it when it came to the thrill of hand to hand.

"I'm just enjoying the view." She winked, grinned again and dropped to try a swipe at his own feet.

*

Oh dear. If she's trying to distract Grant? That distracted him. A little bit, at least. He lifts one of his legs out of the way in time, but not the other, having to reach an arm out to keep his balance. Attempting to make the best of it, he steps forward and to one side, trying to reach that arm behind her and give her a push in the opposite direction.

*

The push sends her stumbling, throwing off her balance to the point that she staggered with a small 'oof'. A faint laugh following. She twists, catching herself against the mat with a hand and straightening. A grin flashing over her as she came up with a bounce on the balls of her feet and lunged forward again, if he didn't follow up his push with another strike.

Another fake jab in his direction, where instead of trying to hit him, she was trying to catch his arm and step into his guard.

*

Funny how two people's thoughts sometimes turn out to match up. Grant's next move, when he spots that lack of open space over to the side, is to swat the jab aside and then push her opposite shoulder up against the wall right behind her. "Still enjoying it?" he quips, knowing that the pause in the action will only last until she decides to power out of it.

*

A grunt left her as she was pinned to the wall via her shoulder. She paused long enough to flash him a grin and a quip. "I dunno, being hot, sweaty and pinned to the wall by a rather good looking guy? Yeah I can think of worse things." She teased, and just like that was working to free herself.

A sharp step to the insole of his foot and a twist of her arm to loosen his grip on her shoulder followed. Which, if that worked, she took several bounding steps away, giving herself more space once more.

*

Grant winces, drawing his foot back and refocusing. Okay, that was unfortunate. Granted, that /probably/ wouldn't happen in a real fight, unless it was all dripping with sarcasm. Still. He doesn't go for another attack right away, instead taking an extra second to shake the lingering tension out of his arms.

*

Bobbi flashed a grin, stretching out her arms as she watched him do much the same with shaking his own out. "You still good to go?" She asked arching a brow, her own breath a steady in and out that was expected from such exertion. A hand wiped at her brow, pausing momentarily as she shifted her weight and circled him on the mats.

"So. Grant. Got any active missions or are you shelved like me for the time being?"

*

"I could go another round or two," Grant replies, on purpose if the look on his face is any indication. "Well, I'm supposed to be doing some training, which I guess counts as shelved. Who thought I'd make a good teacher, I'm still trying to figure out."

*

A chuckle and Bobbi nodded, bouncing herself on the balls of her feet briefly. "Apparently the Director did, but then again I'm pretty sure this is her idea of giving me time off after dealing with that whole alien invasion thing." She offered with a shrug.

Then she was springing forward again, one jab, two for his middle, quick and pointed, but lacking much if any power behind it.

*

Grant shakes his head. "Yeah, talk about—" is as far as he gets, and then Bobbi's trying to knock the wind out of him. Rather than counter it, he throws out a punch of his own, letting her momentum cut both ways.

*

The punch lands solidly, and in fact, knocks her out of breath. A wheeze, and Bobbi catches herself, and puts space between them with a practiced stumble, her arms up in defensive posture as she worked to catch her breath again.

"Shit," She breathed, a smile on her lips as she worked to catch her breath.

And then she was moving right back at it. This time she led with a kick aimed at his leading leg, and a punch aimed at distraction more than anything, around his head.

*

Is it starting to fall into a pattern? One-two, one-two. Better mix it up a bit, just in case. A quick dodge, then Grant brings both hands up with open palms for once, clapping them against her ears.

*

The more dirty move caught Bobbi unprepared, or at least surprised her. One hand clapped against an ear while, she managed to block the other. A wince followed, and then she was dropping to roll and try to pop up behind him. A little showy, yes but since she too had picked up on the pattern, it was worth it.

She was favoring that side of her body where her ear had been clapped, but only slightly. As she came up from her roll, she made to try to jump onto his back with a spring of her weight on her toes.

*

Well, that broke the pattern, all right. Grant crouches down and puts an arm out, intending to catch her on the way up, but he misses and then her added weight sends him thudding down onto the mat in turn. "Hey! Hey, did you see that new diet commercial on TV? Because—"

*

As he dropped to the mats, Bobbi was grappling to try to pin his arms with her own weight and momentum. Her legs straddling his back as she shifted and rolled with the movement of hitting the mats. "If you're trying to call me fat, now is really not the time." She drawled, breathing hard.

He was bigger than she was, and she only had a limited amount of time to try to grapple him into a position that wouldn't be abysmal for herself.

*

Grant thinks for a moment. "You're right," he agrees. Then, rather than make the effort to dead-lift her back up or throw her to the side, he just positions his feet and kicks against the ground, aiming to flip the two of them over.

*

It's hard to counter a shift of weight when that person is heavier. As a result, Bobbi quickly finds herself smashed back against the mats. A 'woosh' of breath escaping her lungs as she found the tables turned and her own person pinned back. Her teeth gritting together as she shifted, trying to maintain a grip on his arms if at all possible and avoid any swinging skulls aimed her way.

"Alright, so, you're totally heavier than me. If we're gonna start pointing fingers.." She teased, "You should lay off the take out."

*

Grant shakes his head. "That's fair." Then, deciding that's gone on long enough, he leans the other way so that at least his lower body rolls back off of her. "Or I could cut you in on it, that would take care of the problem too, wouldn't it?"

*

Bobbi breaks out into laughter then, letting go of her grip of his arms as she just let herself relax back against the training mats. "Hey you're the one that tried to bring up some new diet thing." She lightly made to push at his shoulders, a nudge more than anything.

"Thanks for the spar. I needed it. I was going stir crazy in the lab. I need a new assignment or something or I swear I'll start picking on the Nazis down the hall just to punch something." She grinned, mostly teasing..

*

Grant shakes out his arms again, grinning as he looks around for a towel. "Yeah, I know what you mean. And if there are /actual/ Nazis down the hall, call me and I'll come join you." They live in a world where weird things happen sometimes, after all. "If it's just the pencil pushers, they're all yours."

*

Bobbi rose with a grin, shaking out her hair as she pushed herself up and off the mats. Stretching her arms over her head and and shaking out her shoulders and legs. "Well, it's just the pencil pushers at the moment. They're already on thin ice. I haven't actually seen any other Nazis around. Pretty sure Rogers gets first pick of that line up anyways." She shrugged, picking up her own towel and settling down on a bench.

"So, they've got you playing teacher with Skye, huh?"

*

Grant gestures toward Bobbi to acknowledge her comment. "He does, at that. If he's around— even Captain America can only be in one place at a time. I'm sure there'd be plenty of them to go around."

"Yeah, that's the idea," he continues, rubbing at that one stubborn spot just behind his ear. "I'm not caught up on the latest on her personal issues, but everyone needs to be able to aim and keep a cool head and so on and so on."

*

A nod, and Bobbi hangs the towel around her neck as she kicks back. "I saw the results of what she did, I was in the basement trying to contain the core before it spilled radiation all over the Triskelion project. I nearly got stuck beneath a few thousand tons of concrete. The building was already unstable, but shit.." She whistled and shook her head.

"She needs to learn to get comfortable and know what she can or cannot do. Puts the whole team at risk if she's so on edge that whenever she gets upset things go south. But she's been avoiding it since the Director came back."

*

"Mrm. So she'll need to practice somewhere where she'll still be safe," Grant muses, "even with that in the mix. That'll be tough to pull off." A pause, then: "Probably easier to just make her /think/ it's foolproof. I'd hate to see her grounded permanently, that'd just be setting up for a whole new set of problems."

*

A nod, "Maybe take her out to the country? We can co-opt some otherwise deserted army camp somewhere. No civilians, no buildings, or any chance of her you know, bringing anything down that'll kill people trying to help her out. Just make sure to keep the car back like a mile. We don't know her range yet." She paused and pursed her lips together in thought.

"Make sure that she knows that she can do whatever she wants there, maybe she'll relax some."

*

Grant considers it. "I dunno about /no/ buildings, but as few as we can find. Yeah, good thinking. You want in on it when it goes down?"

*

A shrug, "If I'm not on assignment, sure. I'd be happy to help out. Skye looks like she needs the support right now. And I can't blame her, to suddenly develop powers like that? Just damn, it must be nerve wracking." She shook her head and sighed.

"Still doesn't change the fact that she's part our team and needs training if she wants to stay on it. Just.." She grimaced, running a hand through her hair.

"Sucks, she's just a kid it feels like."

*

Grant sits down and considers. "I wish I could say I'd handle it better in her shoes. I like to think I would, but it's a whole different level. Still, she's hung on this long, she's joking about it… a little. I think she'll pull through."

*

Another nod was offered and Bobbi flashed him a grin, "Besides she's got the best cheerleading squad around, I'm sure she'll pull through this just fine." She winked and gave him a two finger salute as she pushed herself up to stand.

"And I'm gonna go get cleaned up and get something to eat. See you 'round." She waved as she twisted around to walk backwards and wave in his direction before she took off down the hall.

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