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Post by Kate Bishop on Oct 13, 2014 17:31:56 GMT -5
You were a single red blood cell but I lost you in the knot of capillaries  Your distance insidious, as soft as a blow. Your shadow is with me wherever I go.
It was pretty easy to drop off the grid in this city now. That was exactly what Kate had done, there was too much bullshit around for her to cope with. Her friends were absent, they had been for what felt like an eternity now. Lately all the little things had caught up, Kate was stretched thin, trying to get to grips with the cities humanitarian response while keeping law and order and she was drained. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. Exhaustion was setting in, the kinda tired that you felt in your heart. She'd spearheaded the setting up of camps for the people who were stuck at the airports, shelter, places to stay, medical care and aid. She'd absorbed herself into trying to hold this city together on her own and it wasn't working. She was six team members down...Clint wasn't around...well not the right one either and she was left with no idea of what to do. Kate Bishop couldn't remember the last proper meal or sleep she had and it was showing.
Clints apartment was just up the street. How she'd ended up here she didn't know, she'd just started walking, of course her brain brought her here on autopilot out of habit. It broke her heart to think that he was hurt somewhere, more likely he was dead, she knew what the people after him were capable of and it was her fault. It was her family that had caused all of the trouble he'd come up against. It was ironic considering Maybe the final salt in the wound had been him sitting across from her, telling her that he wanted nothing to do with her, that he didn't want to see her...that another him from another world thought she was...nothing. Just some kid. Even when she had been just some bratty kid that stole his bow...he'd always been on her side. Always believed in her. Now what was left. Sure Kate Bishop could survive on her own, but she didn't do well, she belonged in a team, she belonged to something bigger. Not that she really felt it right now.
She didn't have her head in the game, it was how she ended up pinned in an alleyway, she'd been outnumbered, apparently looters were loosing much of the fear of the Avengers considering half of them were gone and Kate was some kinda token Avenger they could joke at. She was out of arrows, in trouble and had a gun at her head. If he was closer she was sure she could have taken him, but he could pull the trigger faster than she could get to him. Or the other one. Or the other one. This is where a team came in handy.
"I swear to God. You shoot me I'm gonna shove an arrow where the sun don't shine and take you out with me."
Kate wasn't an Avenger. Not a murderer....but right now she wanted to put an arrow between each f their eyes for thinking stealing from people that had next to nothing left was okay and for being so rude.
Makes me long for the fresh air of a familiar face
And not the violence of loneliness nor the unease of surrounded seclusion.
I keep nearly missing you around corners and in passing trains. |
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The price of freedom is high, and it's a price I'm willing to pay.
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Post by Steven Rogers on Oct 15, 2014 18:43:41 GMT -5
THEN
Steve felt ashamed. He’d been gone for what felt like months and was pretty sure no one would believe what happened to him (COMING SOON). When he found himself back at Avengers Tower, he poured through every piece of data and footage he could, finding that since his disappearance a whole host of heroes appeared; and much to his dismay so had several villains. Mentally he began making a list of things to address. First on that list was Kate Bishop.
After the incident, one of the first heroes Steve had encountered was Kate and thanks to her the city’s infrastructure was reestablished so that both the Avengers and civilian heroes could respond to the panic. But since his disappearance, something apparently happened to cause her to go dark. Logs show she hasn’t been in the Tower after a specific date since meeting with Tony, who Steve would need to meet with at some point in the future. But for now, he needed to find Kate and bring her back on the frontlines in a more visible manner. New York needs to actually see its heroes right now.
Taking yourself off the grid would be much easier if you stopped helping people. But Kate was a hero, through and through, so she definitely seemed unable to help herself. Reports of a female archer saving people from rioters and looters, when run up with descriptions of a woman with black hair being seen at various shelters set up for those displaced when The Event occurred gave Steve a pretty good idea of a common area of operation to track her in. In a turn of events anything but shocking, the area with the most recent reports of sighting a girl matching her description were near Clint’s house.
NOW
Finding her in an area one specific area of New York had been a difficult task. But thanks to the computer on the Quinjet being able to search posts on something called a Tweeter he got a last known location and a better idea of which part of the borough she might be in.
Was luck more with Cap’s side or with Kate’s? That’s what you have to ask when the super soldier found Hawkeye only an hour after searching the area. She was being attacked by a group of thugs, but for some reason seemed to be on the run. As they entered an alley, Cap ran to catch up; she should have no trouble beating up some goons so something must be very wrong. Rounding the corner after them gave him a clear picture of the current situation and explained why she was currently in a position of vulnerability; the lead thug had a gun in her face and she had an empty quiver. The numbers game must’ve gotten her when firearms and lack of arrows factored in.
Even a second of hesitation could cost Kate her life, so Captain America did the first thing that always came to mind when a fight was about to happen; pulling his arm back first, he launched his symbol - the star-spangled Vibranium shield – at the wrist of the front man, hitting home with accuracy that brought fear to the eyes of Hydra and Nazi alike in the 40’s. As the shield flew Cap himself launched into two of the other men. The first he was able to get with a sucker punch as his shield hit the gunmen in the wrist, shattering it before bouncing off towards the alley wall. As Cap landed two punches to the second man’s midsection the shield ricocheted off the alley wall and right into the back of his opponent’s head. As the shield landed its consciousness-removing blow Cap made a grab for it, aided by his serum enhanced reflexes.
Affixing the tool to his left arm, he switched to the stance he used when shield fighting and readied for an attack. But he wasn’t planning on fighting alone. “Kate, don’t let these goons get the edge on you! You’re an Avenger! And what do Avengers do when it’s time to fight?!”
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Post by Kate Bishop on Oct 25, 2014 19:28:19 GMT -5
You were a single red blood cell but I lost you in the knot of capillaries Your distance insidious, as soft as a blow. Your shadow is with me wherever I go.
It didn't feel like home, everything here was throwing her lately, she used to be a super hero, she used to be an Avenger and now she felt like some kid with a bow struggling to keep up with the events around her. Struggling to grasp hold of some kind of semblance of control. The world had changed in an instant, and in their world the only thing that is certain is change. Except this was too much even for her. Kate couldn't cope, and it wasn't like there were friends along to help. These people didn't know her. They looked at her like she was some oddity. Asked her if she was his sidekick, if Hawkeye was really her name and every hero that showed up and looked at her with a blank confused expression broke her heart a little bit more.
That was the thing, broken hearts, being work out, loss of confidence and an internal crisis was exactly the kinda mess that landed you with a gun at her head. Kate had hesitated, screwed up, she hadn't brought her A game to the battle and that was what had left her in this mess. It was against everything that she had been taught, that Cap had explained was important, that Clint had knocked into her on roof tops in her home city. Taking a deep breath she died a mental calculation, which one of them would be the easiest to take out.
Not that she needed the answer. Kate would recognise that sound anywhere, she heard the shield before she saw Cap. She heard the crack it made hitting the gunmans wrist, the way the metal rang out loudly as it bounced. Her eyes followed the red white and blue blur down the alley and clocked on to the figure that had appeared just in time to save her ass. Kate threw herself through a gap in the ground, her hands reaching for the battle stages on the side of her quiver. At least now the odds had been shorted she was going to have a better chance of fighting her way out of this.
They were a team, the Avengers that is, they were a team because as part of a team you could do more, a lesson that Kate seemingly had been forgetting very much recently. She was sure she was going to get a lecture about it soon enough just like she was about getting herself in this kind of trouble. With a strike of one of the batons on someone shin she managed to make it through to him, he was taking on a fighting stance. Cap was about to kick some ass...and honestly Kate Bishops place was beside him. He was right. She was an Avenger.
"We fight." Kate answered simply with a nod. "Thanks for the...help" That was actually quite hard for her to admit, Kate hadn't really accepted anyones help in a very long time now. "You want the left one or the right one?"
Makes me long for the fresh air of a familiar face
And not the violence of loneliness nor the unease of surrounded seclusion.
I keep nearly missing you around corners and in passing trains. |
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The price of freedom is high, and it's a price I'm willing to pay.
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Post by Steven Rogers on Jan 6, 2015 16:15:08 GMT -5
Judging by the tone in her voice and the fact that he had to step in to lend a hand in the first place, Steve could venture a guess that everything was not okay with Kate. Whatever happened in this city during his disappearance (see thread in progress: Whatever Happened to the Man Out Of Time?) had to have taken a toll on the young Avenger. The brief hesitation on thanking for the help suggested something hit her mentally; maybe her pride has been bruised in some way. Whatever the case may be it could wait a few more minutes. “It must be my birthday if a Hawkeye is going to share a fight with me,” he said with a smile, hoping to illicit one back and lighten the mood a little. “I’ll take the one on the left.”
From time to time, Cap felt bad about the large gap in size and skill between himself and guys who would generally be referred to as ‘low level thugs’ by the heroes that walked a beat like Spider-Man or Daredevil. They usually tend to be guys who either came from a rough life or just fell on hard times with no idea how to climb back out. And the ones who worked for the genuine villains usually ended up being people from these conditions who just needed a way to put food on the table; maybe society gave up on them after one too many chances wasted. The sad part is that there’s never any time to find out why the guy you’re tying up or leaving unconscious for the police to grab up saw no other way to make his life mean something.
And then there were people like this group. Based on what he saw, Steve could easily surmise that these were people who fell into a different category altogether; they saw an opportunity to take advantage of a person in a moment of perceived weakness and they jumped at the chance like Steve did when he attempted to enlist. The only remorse people like these men would ever have was when someone like Captain America caught you and did what he did to them.
The man Steve picked stood frozen, terror plastered on his face. The next ten seconds or so would feel like an eternity as the would be attacker experienced what was called ‘fight or flight,’ with his body being unable to decide which to do. Were he a betting man Steve would put a lot of money on the guy having messed himself in one way or another as the super soldier closed in, launching his left arm forward in a punch that due to the shield attached would probably crack his skull; only to freeze at the last possible moment. Mere inches away, the man – who had reflexively closed his eyes – slowly peered out from behind his eyelids to see the vibranium weapon ever so close to having broken into his head through the bridge of his nose. As hesitantly as he could, curiosity as to why he was still conscious overcame him and he peered around the shield to see what had happened. What greeted him was probably the scariest thing a person could ever see.
Captain America was smiling. But this wasn’t that All-American, mom’s apple pie enjoying, football loving smile that made him a propaganda diamond mine for the Americans in the forties. No, this was the smiling that told you ‘guess who messed up? That’s right, you!’ The man barely had time to comprehend what that could mean before his lights almost literally went out and Steve’s right fist came up from below and changed a slack jawed stare into a broken toothed show of grimace. The body slumped to the ground, unaware of the future pain and straw use it would soon come to know. His man taken care of, Steve looked over to Kate to check out her own handiwork.
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