KNOW YOUR ENEMY

This looked bad.

Kate stood close to the edge, the enemy on the brink of her vision. She was in serious trouble and she knew it. The truth was she wasn't sure how she was going to get out of this one. She could hear the calls below her, the familiar sound of 'bro, bro, you dead now bro,' because apparently Russians said the word bro like Californian girls used the word like. Brooklyn was on the edge of gangwar, Kate and Clint had been the only thing between a full blow out and now Clint was pretty much gone it had fallen to her. So she said a prayer on the edge of the roof top, that she'd land still in one piece and looked at the setting sun.

Within the blink of an eye she drew an arrow and shot it across the alley. It was a four story drop between the roof she was on and the roof of the warehouse beside them. All she could do was hook on and slide. That was exactly what she did. The decent was too steep and it was a desperate move. She crashed through the roof, falling with broken glass and shards of shattered old rusting metal towards the concrete floor of the old warehouse. Part of her wasn't that scared, this was kinda her home between shattered glass and ammunition fire. As the sun faded into black she stood surrounded, in trouble and in over her head.

She could hear them like a jilted crowd. Yelling outside getting closer as she forced herself up from the floor. Kate got up, dramatically flipped her hair back and stood up straight, ignoring the glass embedded in her leg as she took in the room around her. Big. Open. Fuck. Bad choice. As the door burst in she hissed in pain as she moved as fast as her legs would take her. Sliding in behind a box she managed to find some cover and attempted to formulate an escape plan.

Would it be dramatic to say she felt abandoned? Clint should have been here, they were a team. They were meant to be dealing with this together but no. He was whatever he was. Doing whatever he was. Wanting nothing but to shrink away. Fucking coward. For a moment Kate was actually furious with him...and then she convinced herself fast that she shouldn't be. It wasn't Clint. It was someone who shared the same name...after all there had to be another Kate Bishop in the world right?

Sighing she leaned her head back against the crate, “Give us the Avenger dick and we'll make sure it's a fast death. The Russian accent was there, thick between words and Kate just took a deep breath. Right. Ok. She was just going to have to deal with this. “Why don't you go get some more guys and it will be a fair fight!” Kate snapped back as she drew an arrow from her quiver. Then there was another sound from behind her. “Ahh...you got more guys.” Her deadpan sense of humour didn't go down well. Kate didn't waste any more time, she let off three arrows in rapid succession and each one of them hit a target spot on. Two voice boxes and an eye gone without so much as the tiniest hint of hesitation.

Except there was still ten of them left...and they had guns...and it wasn't a fair fight...


“Ok. This looks bad.”