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She was pretty pleased with herself, to be honest.
With Clint back in Iowa and his mentoring becoming a bit of a virtual-remote arrangement for now, Kate had to take the job in her own hands. You know, keep an eye out there, an ear ready to catch any news about bad guys doing their bad guys thing. But she was good at it, if she dare say it herself.
Sure, her mentor wasn't thrilled by the spamming of news, but specially not the pictures. A couple of knocked out villains where cool, but Clint always had something to say when she sported a bruise here, a cut there. Why couldn't he appreciate the fine job she was doing taking in all his tips to treat her wounds?
The plan tonight had to do a smoother job. No blood (from her side at least). But these guys? She had followed them and like a pro figured out a few things, nasty ones. These guys were total assholes and deserved a good beating. Messing with the elderly? It was lower than being low. Kate had prepared, was pumped up to ruin their plans. Packing a few tricks arrows, she got ready to do a clean superhero job. Help some people, impress Clint. Maybe even invite that sweet granpa that for some reason had been targeted to go out for a nice meal, talk to them to make sure they were alright. Pay for any damage to their home. They deserved it.
What Kate had not expected was that who she guessed was this poor man's grandkid would be there to actually help her kick some villain asses that evening.
And by kick ass, she meant total inhuman strenght and jaw dropping fighting.Before she knew it the fighting was done, almost done in a blink of an eye. His pile of knocked out guys was even bigger than hers.
"Wait, how did you do that?!"
With Clint back in Iowa and his mentoring becoming a bit of a virtual-remote arrangement for now, Kate had to take the job in her own hands. You know, keep an eye out there, an ear ready to catch any news about bad guys doing their bad guys thing. But she was good at it, if she dare say it herself.
Sure, her mentor wasn't thrilled by the spamming of news, but specially not the pictures. A couple of knocked out villains where cool, but Clint always had something to say when she sported a bruise here, a cut there. Why couldn't he appreciate the fine job she was doing taking in all his tips to treat her wounds?
The plan tonight had to do a smoother job. No blood (from her side at least). But these guys? She had followed them and like a pro figured out a few things, nasty ones. These guys were total assholes and deserved a good beating. Messing with the elderly? It was lower than being low. Kate had prepared, was pumped up to ruin their plans. Packing a few tricks arrows, she got ready to do a clean superhero job. Help some people, impress Clint. Maybe even invite that sweet granpa that for some reason had been targeted to go out for a nice meal, talk to them to make sure they were alright. Pay for any damage to their home. They deserved it.
What Kate had not expected was that who she guessed was this poor man's grandkid would be there to actually help her kick some villain asses that evening.
And by kick ass, she meant total inhuman strenght and jaw dropping fighting.Before she knew it the fighting was done, almost done in a blink of an eye. His pile of knocked out guys was even bigger than hers.
"Wait, how did you do that?!"
