It was heavy. So heavy that, when it hit the pavement Kate could have sworn she heard the whole city tremble. How had she been carrying it all the way here? What had changed? Suddenly, the simple idea of picking up her bow seemed unthinkable.
Looking up, Kate found herself lost in that back alley. Who had she been searching for? Everything was suddenly so much darker and from afar, she could hear the screams. Someone yelling. Was that her name? No, even though she concentrated, Kate realized she couldn't figure out the words.
Instead, she was hit with a strong feeling of deja vu as she tried moving her legs. They were as heavy as her bow looked and, even though she used her whole strenght to try and drag them, Kate could barely move them a few inches. Hadn't she had a nightmare aboutg this before? Or was it a memory?
Memories caught up with her as she was suddenly consumed by the need to run, to escape, to hide from an invisible enemy, a predator out there. She glanced at the sky, suddenly feeling so much smaller. Was she wearing a floral jersey? She owned one when she was a child. What? Seven, eight? Above her head, she saw the explosions. The Chitauri attackingt he city again.
"No. Not again. Dad. Dad!"
Agitated, Kate realized it was harder to breath. She was clenching her teeth now, pushing her whole body forward as she tried to move, to hide, to do anything.
The games are over now.
She recognized that voice well.
It was Wilson Fisk's shadow that made everything seem so much darker now. How had Kate not seen him practically tower over her? Before she could duck, move, attempt to grab at one of her arrows in her quiver, Fisk closed his hands tightly around her throat, squeezing.
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Date: 2025-06-09 10:27 am (UTC)Looking up, Kate found herself lost in that back alley. Who had she been searching for? Everything was suddenly so much darker and from afar, she could hear the screams. Someone yelling. Was that her name? No, even though she concentrated, Kate realized she couldn't figure out the words.
Instead, she was hit with a strong feeling of deja vu as she tried moving her legs. They were as heavy as her bow looked and, even though she used her whole strenght to try and drag them, Kate could barely move them a few inches. Hadn't she had a nightmare aboutg this before? Or was it a memory?
Memories caught up with her as she was suddenly consumed by the need to run, to escape, to hide from an invisible enemy, a predator out there. She glanced at the sky, suddenly feeling so much smaller. Was she wearing a floral jersey? She owned one when she was a child. What? Seven, eight? Above her head, she saw the explosions. The Chitauri attackingt he city again.
"No. Not again. Dad. Dad!"
Agitated, Kate realized it was harder to breath. She was clenching her teeth now, pushing her whole body forward as she tried to move, to hide, to do anything.
The games are over now.
She recognized that voice well.
It was Wilson Fisk's shadow that made everything seem so much darker now. How had Kate not seen him practically tower over her? Before she could duck, move, attempt to grab at one of her arrows in her quiver, Fisk closed his hands tightly around her throat, squeezing.
Mommy is not here to help you this time.
"G-Get off me!!"