#archerybrat

[wellhawkward]

"Why weren’t you there?"

He’s got any number of excuses that that he could use or come up with on the spot, but that feels like cheating.  So he waits long enough and then shakes his head, looking up at her from the side.  ”Kate.  I don’t know.  I fucked up.”

[teddybacon]

archerybrat started following you

"Hey there... long time no see. And no texts either? Been busy?" 

[levoleurcinetique-blog]

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He figured he’d help her out since Clint and the rest of the Avengers were out of town for the next few days. It wasn’t that he doubted her abilities; patrolling alone was never a good idea and he’d heard of the few cases where criminals had been able to gang up on a lone superhero. They hadn’t ended prettily. The two had set a time and a place, and for once Remy was early.

Bell ringing and knocking had gotten him nowhere. Experimentally, he tried the door, which was unlocked and opened up for him. “Kate? Petite? ‘s Remy. We were supposed t’patrol tonight, remember?” He called. No one came out to greet him or replied to the sound of his voice. Had she been kidnapped, he wondered, scanning the apartment, but there were no signs of distress. As he walked farther down the hallway, Remy heard a soft sound coming from the master bedroom. Following the noise, he opened the door. “Petite?”

At the sight, he turned and left as quickly as he’d come in, shutting the door behind him. “Goddamn, girl, do you have the worst sense of timing!” He exclaimed, exhaling in a huff. “Leave a note next time or somethin’! Thought some fils de putain had gotten in here an’ one could have if I hadn’t come along sooner. Put your clothes on, Kate. We need t’go.”

[levoleurcinetique-blog]

Bringing A Knife To A Gun Fight II Open RP

"You boys ain't been in New York long, have you?"

With an air of nonchalance, Remy adjusted his sunglasses, not seeming fazed at all by the men around him who certainly intended to do him harm. They appeared slightly confused by the fact. "Not exactly th' smartest thing, goin' mugging in a city where you've got more super heroes per capita than any other place in th' good ol' US of A. Careful wit' dat, homme. Someone could get hurt." He nodded at the one closest to him who was brandishing a knife.

"The only one gettin' hurt here, pal, is you," he snarled, pressing the tip to Remy's throat.  Delicately, the Cajun placed his fingertips on the knife as the others closed in on him. Six in total. Not bad. He took a step back so that the focus would be on him and not the energy he was channeling into the weapon being held to his throat."Just hand over your wallet and walk away."

"Oh, I'll be walkin' away, all right. We'll see 'bout th' rest of you." Remy hopped back as the knife exploded, the men shouting and ducking as the shrapnel pinged into the sides of the alleyway.  Swinging his arm out, the sections of his staff calibrated and came together as he elbowed the man nearest him in the ribs, then stomped hard on his instep and rammed his elbow into his nose as he went down. They backed away from him and he grinned, twirling the staff.

"Don't get cold feet now, boys. There's only one of me." Spinning the staff, he knocked down two of them, then used it as leverage to push himself up and kick a third in the face. Turning, he faced a fourth, then felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of his head. Carefully, Remy dropped the staff at the man's direction and raised his hands above his head.

Well. He hadn't been planning on that.

[levoleurcinetique-blog]

Welp, there goes my ability to function. At least I managed to make progress on the bio and finished the playlist. Goddamn, does the boy get around! It's difficult to know what to cut and what to keep.

Katemun, I'll have the open RP/starter up in the morning. The bio and MCU page will be done by the end of tomorrow night.

[cornfedtrouble]

╰☆╮

"Well, Hawkeye, the feeling’s mutual."

[cornfedtrouble]

K A T E

K. HAVE I EVER BEEN IN LOVE

Yes, many times. Sometimes against my better judgment.A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

Well, it wasn’t problems in the bedroom, that’s for sure. It’s, uh, it’s complicated. Very complicated.T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR. FiveE. MY BEST FRIEND. You. Also, Coulson. Sometimes Nik. Kidding, always Nik.

[cornfedtrouble]

(Drabble prompt) Save Me

Clint’s eyes snap open and he sucks in a ragged lungful of air that ends in a sputtering, hacking cough. His mouth tastes acrid and his ears are ringing. He can just make out the crackle of flames, and every muscle in his body tightens with tension as his senses start to fill him in on what happened to knock him.He can still feel the repercussions of the detonation taking their tolls on his body as he forces himself to get to his feet, and his eyes narrow. “Katie Kate." She’d been right beside him when the bomb had gone off, and they’d been far enough outside the blast radius that she should’ve escaped unharmed, but when a quick scan to his left and right doesn’t produce any sign of her, he starts to worry."Katie!"There’s debris littering the street, ranging from chunks of buildings to overturned cars, and Clint scans the area again, eyes sweeping over the debris in a more thorough manner. His heart nearly seizes up in his chest when he spots a purple-booted foot amid a pile of rubble, and he races over, terror already gripping his insides.He skids to a halt beside her unconscious form, and he exhales a relieved breath when he sees the steady rise and fall of her chest. He kneels beside her, already prying rubble off her pinned leg. A soft groan alerts him to the fact that she’s starting to regain consciousness, and he flashes a lopsided grin."Hey, Sleeping Beauty, it’s about time you woke up." The relief in his voice is palpable as he examines her leg for any signs of swelling or bruising that could indicate it’s broken. Kate starts to sit up, exhaling a pained groan with the effort, and he places a firm hand on the center of her chest, pushing her back down to the ground. He frowns, shaking his head. “Stay down, Katie Kate."A sound that might be a tiny whimper escapes her, and Clint ignores it as she clears her throat and tries again. “Think my leg’s broken."He nods, already thumbing the activation button for the homing beacon concealed in his bow. “Yeah, I figured." He draws an arrow from his quiver, nocking it into place against his bow and draws, ready to defend her from any attackers. “Back-up’s on the way. Don’t worry, Hawkeye, I’ve got this."