i'm done running.

patsy walker. thirty-four. hobbies include the occasional avenging, defending and temp agency running.

[akahxllcat]

PATSY WALKER IS...

a swan because I found this dress and then I found this mask.

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 invisibilityiskcy:

@akahxllcat

Growing up, Sue had almost exclusively relied on her uncanny ability to remain in the background, and to avoid the attention of her father, which was so often something that anyone would attempt to escape out from under. If she could go back and tell herself that she was the face of the Fantastic Four now, the one that appeared on national television and took interviews with hundreds of reporters a year, she probably would’ve laughed in her own face, but life had a funny way of surprising you. The public had a vested interest in their heroes, and that extended to their private lives. Luckily, today Sue was with someone who was even more well versed in the whole media circus, the one and only Patsy Walker.

“I really didn’t expect this big of a turn out,” Sue said, taking a moment away from doing her makeup to look at the crowd gathering on the street outside the hotel. “I mean, it’s just another Q&A. Anything pertinent has been shown on TV already, or announced by the President. Are they expecting us to say we’ve found the cure for world hunger, Patsy? I fear they might just be disappointed if they are.” Of course, Sue was more than convinced that the two of them could accomplish such a massive feat - they merely needed more than twenty four hours to prepare for it.

She wasn’t sure what was the hardest part about dedicating your life to fighting crime, though press events were often times one of the less convenient aspects. Patsy forgot long ago what it was like to live a private life, one where she wouldn’t have to constantly worry about what she said or how she said it. When people approached her on the street, while shopping, or at book readings, it was easy to be friendly and engaged. Although she always wanted to make a good impression with fans, when there was nobody broadcasting an interaction to a city of millions, said interactions tended to be low-pressure. As anyone might guess, plastering a smile usually worked wonders, as did adopting a more serious look when appropriate. Today she might need to fluctuate, sprinkling in the optimism that people might be looking for, but bearing in mind that not everything could be sugar-coated.

“I know what you mean.” Whenever Patsy needed to be at any sort of event, she kept her expectations low, but there was always an impressive crowd. She wondered if everyone on the street even knew what they were waiting for. New Yorkers tended to be curious, especially when it came to large gatherings. “People just like to feel heard. It’s different when they actually get to ask the questions, you know? I’m not sure we’ll have the answers they want, but it’s better than sitting at home watching the news.” Hopefully, anyways. Events like this could always turn hostile without much prompting. While Patsy usually felt that her work as Hellcat was appreciated, people also loved to blame superheroes whenever anything went wrong. They could never do enough.

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 ircnicarus·:

@akahxllcat

Patsy Walker was a woman after Tony’s own heart. Both of them had taken one look at the typical convention of super-hero secret identities and decided that wasn’t for them. Tony’s response had been one decided on almost entirely in the moment and more than made up for it in the decade that followed, whereas Patsy had put a little more thought into the whole thing, but that was beside the point! There was another celebrity hero out there and Tony was determined to make her acquaintance for real this time. America Chavez in her body didn’t exactly count!

When FRIDAY informed him that Hellcat was on her way, though, Tony had to let out a groan behind the mask. This wasn’t exactly the best impression to make the first time around. Iron Man getting beat up by civilians who thought he was a giant spider, bear, monster from a book that scarred them as children or Voldemort didn’t really paint a great picture as to his heroism! “I’ve got this completely under control!” Tony announced from under the flurry of pedestrians currently crowding him. He sent a net flying out from his suit towards one of them, sticking the man to the ground. “See? That was pretty cool, right? I know that was pretty cool!”

It was nice, most of the time, that Patsy hadn’t been forced to reveal her identity in some dramatic, highly public fashion. She had been famous almost entirely against her will for the majority of her life and she likely would have handled such an event with dignity. But she decided of her own accord that she didn’t want to fuss with the hassle of keeping her identity a secret. It made her only real power of transforming into her costume at will more handy, too. No need to duck into an alley or public restroom. She understood why most of her peers chose instead not to reveal who they were. In a way, it was conveniently that Hellcat was often times a lesser name than Patsy Walker. People didn’t seem to concerned with hurting her or the people she loved. 

New York was especially dangerous these days, and unfortunately, it was the innocent civilians they were usually tasked with protecting that were causing most of the problems. Even while exercising a concentrated effort to be gentle, fighting off the citizens of New York was a tricky matter. Patsy watched skeptically as the man was trapped against the ground. She supposed it was about as humane as a hero could hope to be, but still. It was unseemly. “It was...! Um, a fine solution. But I feel we can do better.” Patsy hopped up on the roof of a car, placing her hands firmly on her hips. “People of New York! I, uh, heard that the 2 train has magical protection that keeps you safe from anything that scares you. So...you better head down there!” Predictably, most ignored her, while others stopped attacking Tony long enough to shoot her a look. Then a handful broke off from the pack and rushed towards her. “Cheese and crackers,” she hissed under her breath in annoyance. “Okay! Your way was better!!”

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 silkycindys:

@akahxllcat

There ought to be a disclaimer on the whole ‘superhero life’ thing. The second you took on a fake name and whipped up a costume, someone really ought to show up and warn you that, as a superhero, you were going to spend a lot of time on your ass. It wasn’t something Cindy had been expecting when she’d  signed up for this life, after all. She’d  figured it’d be all action and glory, all near-misses and  impressive saves. Instead, it was finding yourself flat on your back in the middle of an alley while a guy in a frog suit hopped away at top speed.

Cindy groaned loudly, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Maybe if she kept at it long enough, she’d open them and be back in her bed, waking up from some terrible nightmare! That would definitely be preferable to this. Instead, when she finally wrenched her eyes open again, she found herself staring up into the very concerned face of a stranger. “Hi,” she greeted. “I’m totally good down here. Just, like. Mildly concussed. But it’s cool! Just gimme a minute and point me in the direction of any frog-shaped dudes you see, I’ll be solid.”

Patsy didn’t like to be judgmental. People tended to gravitate towards their alter egos for specific, personal reasons. She felt less bad about judging villains, though, especially when they decided to dress like a giant amphibian. As one of the many animal themed heroes herself, she felt she was either being hypocritical, or that she was more inclined to question why people would choose something as un-intimidating as a frog. At least cats had claws! But as he rapidly made his escape before she could catch up with him, it did seem to make sense. Which was annoying.

The moment she heard the initial commotion, she transformed into her Hellcat costume and approached to investigate. Somehow people still managed to surprise her, even when she spent all of her days meeting new people, many of them with out of the ordinary powers. Figuring out what to do with them was a bulk of her job, and the part that made it fun. Standing over a hero who had just taken a bit of a froggy beating was not so much fun. Patsy shook her head and offered a hand. “Sounds like something a very concussed person might say. Forget about him. Normally I don’t advise letting the bad guy get away, but I’m sure somebody else will catch up with him.”

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 multiversalticket:

Because she traveled the multiverse so frequently, it was difficult for America to keep track of who people were in every reality. Some people, like the other Young Avengers, she kept a frequent eye on, but she couldn’t be bothered to do it for everyone. Maybe she should have recognized Patsy, but she didn’t. With time, perhaps, that could change. The only way to befriend someone was to spend time with them, after all, and while America wasn’t exactly looking to expand her circle, she wasn’t going to complain if she happened to find someone else she could stand to hang around long-term.

Raising a brow, America let out a short laugh at Patsy’s explanation, shaking her head. “You think so? I guess you’re welcome, then. All in a day’s work, right?” Optimism wasn’t something she often took part in herself — it was difficult to look on the bright side of things when you’d seen every dark side the universe had to offer — but there was something endearing about it all the same. “Patsy Walker,” she repeated, wracking her mind for any familiarity. “I think I’ve heard of you, yeah. Hellcat sounds familiar, at least. I’m America, yeah. Kate’s great. At least we know we’ve both got good taste in people.” Anyone who liked Kate couldn’t be all bad, after all. “I don’t know that many people’d use the word lovely to describe me, but thanks anyways.”

If there was one good thing about having a public identity, it was that she normally didn’t have to bother with introductions. Having to tell someone her name was somewhat rare, but that made it strangely enjoyable. Patsy had been a famous face since childhood, not only because of her mother’s imagined teenage life for her, but because she had been subsequently pushed into modeling. In Centerville, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know Patsy, and she was still better known for the old comics than for any of her work as Hellcat. She didn’t think of this as positive or negative, though she had little to do with the Patsy comics, and they were far less important than the work she had done as Hellcat.

"You never know. Sometimes making up a story to make yourself feel better is a-okay.” The food hadn’t cost much of anything, and there was always a certain level of risk from eating off a street vendor, but technically eating anything you didn’t grow and prepare yourself was a risk. Thankfully Patsy didn’t worry much about the endless number of things that could kill her in New York City, least of all the food. “I take it you weren’t into comic books growing up.” Patsy hadn’t been either, though she read a lot of them just by their proximity. The real life heroes were so much more interesting. “We’re each other’s friend of friend. Even though Kate gets paid to hang out with me. Well, what word would they use?”

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 borncthief:

Some vigilantes flitted on the line between bad guys and the heroes that seemed to overwhelm the city lately with their numbers. Others, like Felicia, knew where they stood, were perfectly comfortable there, and had absolutely no intentions to change. Patsy fit into that category as well, even though she was on the other side of the line. Hellcat was a hero, she defended innocent people to the best of her ability, and was selfless in her protection of those who couldn’t preserve their own little lives. Felicia was committed to her career as a thief, had been born as one and would die as one, and that was the exact reason why she was so successful. Neither of them tried to change each other, and that was why their friendship worked - that, and a shared affinity for cat related motifs.

“I’m flattered. She has a great example to live up to, I hope the pressure doesn’t crush her on the mantelpiece,” Felicia teased. It was fitting, really, that she would be godmother to the cat ornament, considering Patsy was probably the closest thing to an unofficial godmother of Onyx, Felicia’s pride and joy. “It’s a common disclaimer,” Felicia brushed off, with a dismissal wave of her hand. “I surround myself with your type, so I need to adapt my procural of gifts to suit.” Johnny rarely asked questions, Peter raised an eyebrow which had Felicia feeling a little more irritated than she would like, and overall it was simpler to use honest money to buy things for her friends, even if she saw nothing wrong with the dishonest kind. “I’ll even give you five if you allow me to pillage your cupboards for coffee,” Felicia called after her friend. “Being nocturnal comes with its drawbacks.”

Some may have expected dying herself to change Patsy’s opinion on murder. Her death had been hard to qualify, whether it had been her fault or not, but either way, she hadn’t stayed dead. If people could just come back willy nilly, then maybe killing someone wasn’t the worst thing a hero could do, especially if said person deserved it. But Patsy’s do-gooder convictions were just as strong when she started as they were now, and that meant that a no kill policy was something that separated her from those she considered evil. Even though she had taken a break from Hellcat to write her books and try out life as a relatively normal person, it didn’t take long for her to get sucked back in. Being a superhero had been her childhood dream and walking away had turned out to be impossible.

“She knows there can only be one Felicia Hardy. But she will do her best to make you proud.” The gift was a very sweet gesture, one that other people might not expect from Felicia. But it hadn’t surprised Patsy, nor did the invitation that followed. “I think I speak for all of us when I say we appreciate that.” It was interesting how Felicia chose to befriend people who risked their lives to help others, yet she never exactly seemed tempted to join them. With her skills, she would certainly be an asset, but it wasn’t where her passions lied. “Gosh, five seconds. Such luxury. Go at it!” She called as she sprinted towards her bedroom. Ahhhh, Patsy didn’t even know what she should wear! Good thing she had plenty of ensembles that suited the occasion.

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 greatesthawkeye:

The Bishops were an exceptionally wealth family, Kate had definitely grown up in the privileged 1%, but she had always viewed money as a resource rather than a lifestyle. It was super different from the rest of her family, all of whom spent selfishly without thought for those that struggled to make a livable wage. Ultimately, that distinction, and Kate’s journey to becoming Hawkeye had isolated her. Currently, she never spoke to her sister or her father, and considering the latter was evil, Kate didn’t mind in the slightest. (Honestly, with how selfish Susan was, she could make an argument for evilness there, too!) With all of that in mind, Hawkeye Investigations wasn’t exactly skyrocketing her into success, and naturally, Kate needed another job. Working for Patsy was totally lucky, not only was she super cool, but she understood Kate’s unique lifestyle.

Patsy’s business also seemed to be doing a hell of a lot better than Kate’s. They always had something to do, and considering Kate’s determination and energy, it was another added bonus. Seriously, this job was the best! When she saw her boss rush into the office with a stack of files, she immediately smiled, pleased that their day would be filled once again. “Good morning,” she greeted, saluting Patsy with a coffee cup. Kate could never get through a day without some caffeine, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “Any cool people you’re interviewing? Should I go through some of the applications?” Honestly, Kate was still adjusting to her new position. It always took some time, and thanks to the money that surrounded her, Kate hadn’t had much experience in paying jobs. The majority was charity work. “I can totally believe this, Patsy, we kick ass!” At her question, Kate grinned. “I am amazing with coffee,” she said as she walked towards the coffee machine. “So first, we stick the cup underneath the nozzle and then we stick the pod in. Press down, press the one cup and we’re set,” she explained. “Now, who’re we looking for?”

It was somewhat unexpected of someone like Patsy to go into business for herself. She thought that her ideas were solid, and that super powered people needed options outside of being heroes, but she was never much of a leader. Patsy hadn’t joined the Avengers because somebody else insisted she get more training first, and even though becoming an Avenger had quite literally been her dream, she went along with that piece of advice without any argument. She then fell into membership of a different team and even after leaving that group, Patsy still worked alongside her ex-husband. She had never been the solitary type, and running the Patsy Walker Temp Agency was nowhere near a one person job, but it did require her to make the bulk of her decisions for herself. The one thing she was careful to do was hire people like Kate, who was proactive and aggressive enough without being too pushy. If anyone on her payroll was a pushover, it was Patsy herself.

Patsy had a habit of meeting people in strange ways and she liked how her business introduced her to all kinds of people with unique powers, even if they weren’t interested in suiting up and fighting crime with her. Sometimes people had the potential, they were just afraid or misguided. Just look at Ian. But that wasn’t really the purpose of her agency. “I think so! One girl is a ferrokinetic, I’m wondering if she has any qualms with working on construction sites. And there’s a guy who can summon birds?? I’m still...brainstorming for him. If you have any ideas, I’m all ears.” If she could find a job for a man who attracted bugs, she could certainly find something for bird dude! That attitude was just another reason why she was more than happy to have Kate working with her. Patsy followed after her, watching the way the machine worked for what may have been the tenth time. “Why do they call them pods?” She wondered idly, then did just as instructed and was relieved when everything seemed to go according to plan. Patsy held her mug in both hands, inhaling the wonderful scent. “Mm, first up is a woman with a regenerative healing factor. It’s always tricky finding a place for those types. I don’t want to throw them into a dangerous situation, even if they insist it’s all right.”

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 multiversalticket:

Earth 616 could be a strange place on the best of days. America wasn’t sure what it was about this dimension that attracted weird shit, but it was utterly undeniable. This, though… This was pushing it. At least typically speaking, America could usually avoid most of the weirdness. Things got too crazy, she’d just lay low, but that was a lot harder to do when she had no idea where the hell she was. The face in the mirror, while familiar, wasn’t her own, which was incredibly jarring to say the least. It was fairly easy to deduce that the apartment she was in went with the face, which had to mean it was Patsy’s. Staying there felt… awkward, and America got out pretty much as soon as she could.

She vaguely knew where Patsy’s office was thanks to Kate, and while she didn’t want to hang out in the woman’s apartment, she knew she was far better off staying in a place where Patsy could find her if need be. It was with this thinking that she made her way to the office in question, finding the keys in the living room and taking them along with her in order to let herself in. She didn’t have to wait long for her own body to arrive, a smile on her face that looked a little unnatural. “I’m America,” she confirmed with a nod. “Gotta say, I’m glad you’re Patsy. This whole thing would be a lot more confusing if you were someone else.” Not that it wasn’t confusing already, of course; America already had a headache just thinking about it. “Any clue where to go from here?”

In truth, she probably should have been more put off by this whole body swap thing, but her threshold for weird was fairly high. Higher than it really ought to have been. It just seemed that once you got married to the son of Satan and spent a substantial amount of time in Hell, you kind of stopped finding anything too jarring. It also helped that she was in a body that she knew, even if it would have been even more convenient had she landed in the body of a good friend. America wasn’t a danger and while being in her body wasn’t too shabby, she also trusted the other woman not to do anything bad to Patsy’s body while it was in her possession. Patsy didn’t even have any cool powers for somebody to exploit.

Although Patsy hadn’t expected America to seek her out immediately, she couldn’t say she wasn’t relieved. It was bound to make this entire ordeal much easier if they were on the same page. Maybe they could even switch back now that they were face to face. But given Patsy’s experience with magic and other oddities, the solution was hardly ever that simple. If only life was more like a fairytale. “And I’m glad you’re America!” She returned with a smile. “I might have to teach you how to do my signature,” was her first response, but then she frowned as she pondered a more helpful answer. “No, not especially. Sadly my experience with waking up in another body is minimal. I suppose I was planning to act as if nothing was different.”

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 multiversalticket·:

Despite her decision to make 616 the closest thing to a permanent home she’d had since the Utopian Parallel, America couldn’t shake her restlessness. It was something that had been with her all her life, the thing that had inspired her to leave her real home to begin with. America might not have any plans to wordlessly ditch 616 anytime soon, but she couldn’t stay there all the time, either. She couldn’t stay in one place without moving. This tended to translate to shorter trips, things that, by her standard, represented the equivalent of just dropping in to an alternate universe for a quick visit. The universe she’d been in today didn’t amount to much – it was fairly standard, only slightly different from 616 – but it provided her with a break all the same. 

She stayed only a few hours before growing bored and kicking her way back to 616, where she arrived just a few feet away from some woman eating a gyro. “Well, shit,” she snorted as the gyro fell to the ground. “I can buy you another?” It seemed fair enough, really. As the woman turned towards her, America’s brow furrowed and she tilted her head to the side. “I don’t know you,” she replied cautiously, though the tension in her shoulders eased at the mention of Kate. “Yeah, I am. You know her?”

Normally, Patsy might take offense to someone all but laughing as her food fell to the ground, but she knew America was a good person. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but still good. Patsy may have been softhearted, perhaps a little too lenient on certain matters. When it came to those she hired to work for her, she trusted them completely. Her co-workers were more often than not also friends and Kate’s opinion was important to her, therefore America = potential new friend and ally. Although, judging by the look on her face, she didn’t feel the same way. Yet!

It was always a little surprising when somebody didn’t know her, but she was well aware that plenty of people concerned their lives with matters that had nothing to do with Patsy or any other heroes, public or otherwise. “Don’t worry about it,” she assured her quickly with a shake of her head. “For all we know, something in there was bound to make me sick and you just saved my life!” Fate, she had always thought, worked in mysterious ways. “I’m Patsy Walker! Like, Hellcat? And you’re America, aren’t you? Kate works for me. Part-time, anyways. She’s lovely, so I bet you’re lovely, too.”

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Mockingbird #5 (2016)

written by Chelsea Cain art by Ibrahim Moustafa & Rachelle Rosenberg

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 borncthief·:

@akahxllcat

Nobody could say that Felicia Hardy was completely selfish – alright, maybe they could, and maybe it was more than simply a vicious rumour, but she had her moments of kindness and compassion to her fellow humans. It just so happened that she was extremely selective with who she showed that side of herself to. Patsy was one of the esteemed category of people that Felicia didn’t want to see breaking their leg or falling into a ditch, which really was something that she should be proud of. Following their previous conversation, Felicia had taken it upon herself to arrive at her friend’s door with a small ornament in the shape of a cat resting ceremoniously in the palm of her hand.

“I was going to name her something fabulous for you, but then I realised you might prefer to choose it yourself,” Felicia said, passing the small cat over as if it was the genuine article. “I bought it with real money and everything, so no cop will come searching for it or anything.” There was no doubt in Felicia’s mind that Patsy would be more than capable of handling herself if they did, but the heroic type were often concerned with the legality of her infrequent gifts. “Do you have any plans for the rest of the night? If not, may I suggest a suitable pastime?” Felicia grinned, pulling two tickets to an art gallery opening from her purse. “It would be amazing for me to have a celebrity with me, Patsy.” Her friend garnered attention wherever she went, and that was exactly what Felicia needed. “I suppose the company of a friend would be nice, too.”

When she really thought about it, Patsy couldn’t complain about her life. Her mistakes, while vast and life-changing (or ending, in one case) in the worst ways, had led her here. There wasn’t any other way to get to where she was today. Would she be friends with those she cared most about if she always made the smartest life choices? Probably not! Befriending Felicia might have struck those in the know as odd, but Patsy was (clearly) incapable of judging people by the costume they wore or even what they did while wearing said costume. It wasn’t like Black Cat killed people, for goodness sake. She just had...certain standards and desires. That was fine.

Patsy smiled at her unexpected visitor before directing her attention to the cat in her palm. “Felicia it is, then!” She said as she accepted the gift. “After her godmother.” Because even inanimate cats deserved parents and back-up parents. “Oh, I never thought...” She trailed off because, well, yeah, she had to wonder about anything Felicia handed over. “Good to know.” Patsy spent a good chunk of her time chasing after petty thieves and Felicia had stolen more than any of them could ever dream of. But she couldn’t look at life as being so neatly divided between good and bad like that. Given enough time with any thief, Patsy was likely to become their friend. That’s what had happened to her and Ian, after all. Patsy looked down at her pajama bottoms, a clear indication that she had no such plans, but it was sweet of Felicia to pretend she might. “Nope, I’m all yours. That sounds wonderful, Felicia. Thanks for inviting me.” She moved aside to allow her friend entry to the apartment. “Just give me a sec to get ready!” Naturally, it would take more than a sec. If only her ability to summon her costume at will was applicable to all articles of clothing.

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 colcnelcheeseburger‌:

@akahxllcat

Being a hero was a very specific area of work, but being a public hero was another kettle of fish altogether. Carol and Patsy both belonged to the very specific niche of Avengers (or almost Avengers, in Patsy’s case, which Carol was still grieving over) that had published their own tell all books, and made frequent appearances on daytime TV. Right now they were reclining in a diner mere moments after taking down your standard twenty-foot tall dinosaur hybrid brought back to life. The place had been cleared out except for the owner, and so Carol allowed herself to rest her legs up on the booth, leaning back as she did so with a sigh. The snap of cameras echoed from outside the window.

“It’s things like this that makes me want to cut all my hair off again,” she mused, running a hand absentmindedly through her hair and finding it caught in a massive knot. “Do you think we should go out and give them the photoshoot they’re looking for? I literally just started this milkshake. They have no respect for the proper order of things, Patsy! It’s victory first, then milkshake, then being America’s golden girls.” The nerve of some people, honestly.

When she looked at people like Carol, it was hard to believe that someone like Patsy had ever come close to becoming an Avenger. It said a lot about the power of a positive attitude, though. She had barely become Hellcat when she sat at a table surrounded by Avengers and promised she’d join them...just as soon as she returned from some training in space. But what could she say, sometimes things weren’t meant to be. At least she was still friendly with a lot of them, and it was nice to spend time with Carol when they were off the clock. Although, being who they were, that was never entirely true. They could be attacked or expected to jump to action at any given moment.

“You should! But don’t. But no, do it! Or--I can’t decide, you look too pretty both ways.” Patsy was basically convinced that heroes were often wildly beautiful because they were good people and their inner beauty was visible from the outside. And the bad guys were always so ratty or scary looking. But she knew this was the way that children thought and that ill intentions could just as easily be hidden inside an attractive package. Or sometimes they hid their faces with gigantic, invasive cameras. “Nothing says All-American like drinking milkshakes. This is some juicy, cover worthy material right here. But my personal motto is never leave a milkshake  behind, so we’d better stay.” Although, if they were going to steal a restaurant’s milkshake glasses, they probably wouldn’t get in any trouble.

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@multiversalticket

Gee, this was a pickle. Waking up in a strange place was...strange, but not anything the amazing Hellcat couldn’t handle! Until she shuffled over to the bathroom and discovered that she wasn’t Hellcat, or Patsy Walker, at all. On the flip side, at least she knew this face. She wondered if she somehow willed this. Patsy had wanted to get to know America better, but this was a bit extreme. If it was her fault, she’d have to locate the real America and apologize. It took her a moment to decide what she should do in this predicament. She could go back to her place or she could go to work. After opening what must have been America’s phone with her thumbprint and clicking onto Google Maps to figure out where exactly she was, it turned out the office was closer. So, work it was!

Besides, Patsy couldn’t just leave her business out in the cold. She was the only one who really knew how to run the place and she couldn’t afford to call in sick on such little warning. Patsy only had a handful of employee, so once she explained that she was simply stuck inside of America’s body, they’d totally understand. Patsy enjoyed her trip to the office, no prying looks like the ones she was used to. When she got off the elevator at her floor, she was surprised to see her own body standing in front of her office. “Oh, hello me! I found you! Or...you found me? We found each other? I’m hoping you’re America in there,” she said, pointing generally at her own body. Blech, looking at herself from the outside was unsettling. And she was wearing an outfit she didn’t even remember she owned.

[akahxllcat]

@multiversalticket

Being busy was nice, mainly because it was a welcome change from the early days of scrounging for temps and bonding with would-be villains over musical theater (not that meeting Ian hadn’t been a surprisingly wonderful moment in her life). Finally, things were coming up Patsy! She couldn’t help but think that part of her success was her commitment to focusing on herself and staying single. Her crap bag meter was obviously busted, possibly didn’t even exist, and thankfully her business was plenty to keep her occupied. She was in an awfully good mood and decided to buy a celebratory gyro, because she deserved it. Patsy turned down an alley as a short-cut, hardly concerned about whoever or whatever may be hoping to attack her. Hellcat didn’t lose fights, especially not ones in alleys. That’s where cats did all their best fighting!

She lifted up the gyro to take what would probably have been a dangerously large bite when someone suddenly emerged from a portal mere feet away from her. “Ah!!” Patsy screamed in surprise with a jump backwards, immediately sending the contents of her gyro falling to the ground. “Oh, shoot,” she mumbled to herself. Maybe she didn’t deserve it? Patsy turned her attention to the greater matter at hand, namely whoever was portal hopping too close to her personal bubble. “Wait...I know you! Aren’t you friends with Kate Bishop?”

[akahxllcat]

@greatesthawkeye

When it came to staffing her burgeoning business, Patsy tended to turn to friends. Originally, it was because she had the problem of being broke and only friends were willing to work for next to nothing. She had to admit, it was a tad unfair that she had been forced into the spotlight for most of her life and didn’t get to reap all of the rewards when she needed them. Her own books had done well, but her mother had built an empire out of Patsy’s name and it took a long and often times frustrating legal battle to reclaim the rights. Hedy was the only person that made Patsy so easily aggravated, a far cry from her typical sunshiney self. But! That was behind her now, and she could afford to pay people a living wage! It was all very thrilling.

That said, she still wanted to work with friends. Kate was someone she didn’t know exceptionally well, but they had some surprising things in common. Detective experience, for one thing, which was not something Patsy had excelled at but that just made her more excited to have someone on board who was. Patsy also may have had a wee bias towards Avengers. Plus, Kate had spent some time in California, which Patsy hoped meant that she wouldn’t find her outgoing California personality off-putting while working together. Patsy hurried into the office, a large stack of folders comically swaying back and forth as she made her way towards the desk Kate was seated at. “Hi! Good morning! Can you believe this? I have so many applications to sort through and about 30 interviews scheduled for today. Would you mind showing me again how the coffee machiney thing works?” You die for a few years and suddenly coffee is different.

[akahxllcat]

☼ - Felicia

☼ for a joking text // @borncthief

( ✉ → felicia pawdy ): sometimes i want to get a cat because it’s like HOW do i not have one already?( ✉ → felicia pawdy ): and then i think about what color and breed it should be( ✉ → felicia pawdy ): and if it was a black one i’d want to name it felicia but people might put two and two together( ✉ → felicia pawdy ): it’s just so OBVIOUS( ✉ → felicia pawdy ): (but seriously, should i get a cat?)

[akahxllcat]

for kate: ☽, ♣

☽ for a sleepy text // @greatesthawkeye

( ✉ → kitty kate ): ahhhhh you know when ur about to fall asleep and then you remember something with sudden urgency???( ✉ → kitty kate ): WE NEED MORE POST-ITS!!!!!( ✉ → kitty kate ): dont lemme forgt! goodnight 😴( ✉ → kitty kate ): FORGET*

♣ for a gossipy text

( ✉ → kitty kate ): not to be a nosy nellie but i was in the elevator with that guy who works on the floor below us and always smells like he’s chewing cinnamon gum and he pressed the button to the roof which seemed weird and maybe scary so i considered following him but idk, there’s a line between stalking and protecting right so i didn’t??( ✉ → kitty kate ): then i saw him walking back into the building as i was leaving for my lunch break and he smelled like spearmint? IS THERE A SECRET GUM MACHINE ON THE ROOF( ✉ → kitty kate ): is this anything or am i just a spaz