So sorry for the emotional damage Implode might have caused. Here's something a bit more lighthearted (yeah I know, the title is An Evil Place so that doesn't sound possible, but it is)

Not a pretty place, though, of course, Bobbi wasn't a pretty person. I mean, outwardly she was okay, not exactly unrecognizable from the last time she got to be Bobbi Morse, but different in small ways. Ways only someone who really knew her would notice. But inwardly... Inwardly.

Lets just say Inwardly she was a perfect fit for this mission, undercover at the worst place there was. Swinging her batons and getting whatever little intel she could glean.

It was a horrible job.

She hated it.

She fit right in of course.

Her demeanor, it was ugly, it was cruel. She could be as terrifying as she wanted to be, that was the real her, well, part of it, and no one would ever realize that she was for the other side.

It wasn't easy though.

Those people were horrible.

Willing to compromise anyone, anything. Willing to fight, and to destroy. It was sickening. Willing to sacrifice anyone who wasn't them. They made it look so easy, to be heartless beasts. Of course some people thought of her that way, primarily exes and the few Hydra henchmen who'd figured out her secret and hadn't lived long enough to tell.

That's what she did, be horrible enough to fit in. Undercover meant losing a part of you for as long as it took. She was good at it. Bobbi Morse never cracked. She intimidated so as to not be intimidated. She needed people to fear rather than question her. S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were counting on her. People she loved needed her to not crack under pressure.

So she took what came. Whatever petty squabbles and weak threats brought bruises to her arms and legs. She could take it. Whipped out batons faster than you could say Imma kill you and never lost a fight.

And even though every Hail Hydra broke her soul a little more she kept on for the people she cared about back at S.H.I.E.L.D. Each day she was there she got more comfortable expecting the unexpected. Eventually she got used to her coworkers nefarious habits and learned how to play along wwithout hurting anyone innocent.

Undercover? Piece of cake. She just wasn't expecting actual cake.

The tune was familiar of course, but she was not expecting it on a typical Monday morning at the office. About 14 people in the middle of a cubicle all singing Happy BIrthday to... Someone. No one important, no head honcho or anything, just some guy whose friends had thoughtfully bought a cake for. Amidst all the backstabbing she hadn't thought it possible to make friends at Hydra and yet this guy had some quite miraculously. She stared still as the song wrapped up, and when someone waved her over for a slice she was surprised to find that it was vanilla, not poison.

As each party person wandered off with their cake she couldn't help wonder how such an evil place as Hydra could have such a cheerful birthday party- complete with balloons, streamers, singing and the best vanilla cake she'd ever had.