"Hey, if you can explain your teen kids that they're getting a babysitter then I'm game," Kate agreed without hesitation. In all honesty? As dedicated as she was to this new mission they had, part of her was desperate to get away. At least for a couple of days. To recharge by not thinking about any of this madness. "Besides, I need to check on Marshall."
She smiled, turning her attention to Matt in the hopes of sharing a moment of complicity. But his phone announced Heather's name. Matt, it was as if he almost wasn't in the same room with them at all. It was no shock that he wasted no time in walking out, eager to talk with the girlfriend who called him crazy and paranoid. Who wouldn't listen and treated him like a traitor. Who he clearly still had hopes of fixing things with.
Kate genuinelly wanted him to be happy. But it was harder and harder each day to stick to that honesty. After all, they were spending almost every day together now. Meeting each night to patrol, looking after each other, moving together from place-to-place as neither of them had a safe place of their own. Kate simply couldn't go back home yet.
She said nothing when Clint opened his mouth, made his joke about Matt's luck with women. Foggy had always joked about how easy his friend was. Easy, yes. Maybe with all of Manhattan except for the one woman who didn't have a chance with him. She grabbed her soda and leaned moodily against he headboard of the bed, drinking.
As Claire and Clint begun talking about sleeping arrangements, only then Kate spoke up. "The bed is big enough. I can always share. Or move to the air mattress, I don't mind" she offered. She honestly had no problem with that. Even if she couldn't stop thinking about that brief moment. Laying by Matt's side, leaning against him. Resting her hand on his chest and him covering it with his own.
He really saw nothing but a girl in her. Maybe a little sister? Just thinking about it, about how stupid she was for torturing herself about what she'd never have, it was like taking a kick to the chest. The gunshot had hurt less than this...
At least Clint was there to distract her from her own self-deprecating thoughts.
"Trick arrows?" That did catch her interest. "I've run out of mine. Since all this started I haven't had time to make any new ones." She didn't have Clint's knowledge and could mostly fabricate the explosive ones on her own. Turns out, it had been a smart move to save some of the ones that Clint had brought along on his last visit. The net and the tazer ones... Those had come handy while fighting next to Daredevil and Punisher.
"And this is the part when I remind you that you promised to teach me how to make more of those." It would take a while before Clint trusted her with Pym Particles. But with how crazy things were nowadays, maybe she could convince him.
"It would be really nice to turn Kingpin into a doll-size pain in the ass. We could kick him like a football right into the Hudson."
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She smiled, turning her attention to Matt in the hopes of sharing a moment of complicity. But his phone announced Heather's name. Matt, it was as if he almost wasn't in the same room with them at all. It was no shock that he wasted no time in walking out, eager to talk with the girlfriend who called him crazy and paranoid. Who wouldn't listen and treated him like a traitor. Who he clearly still had hopes of fixing things with.
Kate genuinelly wanted him to be happy. But it was harder and harder each day to stick to that honesty. After all, they were spending almost every day together now. Meeting each night to patrol, looking after each other, moving together from place-to-place as neither of them had a safe place of their own. Kate simply couldn't go back home yet.
She said nothing when Clint opened his mouth, made his joke about Matt's luck with women. Foggy had always joked about how easy his friend was. Easy, yes. Maybe with all of Manhattan except for the one woman who didn't have a chance with him. She grabbed her soda and leaned moodily against he headboard of the bed, drinking.
As Claire and Clint begun talking about sleeping arrangements, only then Kate spoke up. "The bed is big enough. I can always share. Or move to the air mattress, I don't mind" she offered. She honestly had no problem with that. Even if she couldn't stop thinking about that brief moment. Laying by Matt's side, leaning against him. Resting her hand on his chest and him covering it with his own.
He really saw nothing but a girl in her. Maybe a little sister? Just thinking about it, about how stupid she was for torturing herself about what she'd never have, it was like taking a kick to the chest. The gunshot had hurt less than this...
At least Clint was there to distract her from her own self-deprecating thoughts.
"Trick arrows?" That did catch her interest. "I've run out of mine. Since all this started I haven't had time to make any new ones." She didn't have Clint's knowledge and could mostly fabricate the explosive ones on her own. Turns out, it had been a smart move to save some of the ones that Clint had brought along on his last visit. The net and the tazer ones... Those had come handy while fighting next to Daredevil and Punisher.
"And this is the part when I remind you that you promised to teach me how to make more of those." It would take a while before Clint trusted her with Pym Particles. But with how crazy things were nowadays, maybe she could convince him.
"It would be really nice to turn Kingpin into a doll-size pain in the ass. We could kick him like a football right into the Hudson."