Sometimes I wish I could just bring us all back together again.
Oh … leave it to Billy, to bring up the harder stuff. The crap everyone else is fine burying deep inside and try to forget. It’s a simple wish, innocent in its nature, but with Billy being who he was, there’s no telling what could happen if he wished hard enough. It brings back waves of painful memories, memories she thought she was over, memories she thought wouldn’t do anything to her anymore but damn … do they still weigh her shoulders down. Let it be known: Kate Bishop, isn’t actually the best teenage tactician/leader/archer/avenger there ever was. Her actions got her friends killed, she can’t look the others in the face anymore. All she sees is Cassie and Jonas. All she sees is the major failure of a team she tried to join in on. Maybe the boys, as clumsy and awkward as they were, were better off without her or Cassie ever joining them. Maybe things would have been different, no one knows, but it’s a thought that will always linger in the back of her mind.
It’s not that she didn’t miss them, Gods no, Kate missed her old family more than anything. She had a real home again. Something she hasn’t had since her mother died. Her sister was too different to want to hang out and engage with and her father … well, he could be given him a father of the year award and it’ll be the best joke of the century.
❛ Maybe some things are better off not happening again. ❜ She finally breaks the silence. Her voice is soft and sad, she hated this, hated admitting to him that she’d rather keep her distance than come back. Billy’d all but broken down after that day and Kate wasn’t around to help him back up. What kind of a friend was that? ❛ Maybe I’m better off working alone. I mean … I never checked up on you … no once … how can you consider me a friend still after that? ❜
