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All in all, Billy could say that the mission had been a success. Granted, they rarely could get out of any place without making a fuss and this time it wasn’t different. The celebration over catching the bad guy would have to wait until later, when they weren’t running from the cops themselves. Damn whoever started saying that vigilantes should be hated instead of thanked. Billy let his friend take care of talking to the man they had caught for the police and turned to look for an escape plan. He couldn’t rely much on his magic this time, shaking his head when Kate asked if he would be able to fly.
“Sorry, we’re gonna have to think of something else.” Risking a flight when his energy was drained could be more problematic than facing the cops drawing in around the building. Before he could offer another route, Kate was already pulling him to the stairs. He managed to keep up as they ran, always glancing back to see if he would have to use his last bit of energy to put up a shield against bullets. Luckily they got to the second floor before anyone tried to harm them and it was easy to reach the fire escape. “What are you doing?” Billy asked, eyes wide as she watched the girl jump to the other fire escape. He groaned and took impulse to a quick flight, landing next to her.
“Not if we distract them.” He replied, narrowing his eyes as he looked for the best way to deflect the cops’ attention. He sent a blast of energy as blue lightning, hitting a spot on the other side of the building they had just run from. “That will do.” He cheered, turning around to follow Kate into the open window. That’s when he realized that they had just broken into an apartment. “Eer, we really shouldn’t be here. Pretty sure that breaking and entering would go into our files.”
“Good plan.” Kate mumbled, pushing her aviators back up her nose. Once Billy was inside – cape included - Kate shut the window, locking it after them. “It’s not really breaking and entering.” She gestured at the window before shutting it behind frilly curtains. “Nothing’s broken.” Her eyes started scanning the room, taking in what kind of host they were intruding upon. Boy band posters, pictures of girls grouped together, clothes scattered on the floor. A kid’s room. That explained why the window was unlocked. Maybe the rooms tenant decided to sneak out for an unapproved rendezvous with friends. Well, if she was smart she wouldn’t be back till after the cops cleared out. “Besides,” she rounded on Billy, hands on hips. “Do you really think that breaking and entering would be the worst thing on our files?”
Kate swung her quiver off her back, pulling a Band-Aid out from its depths and sealed it firmly over the cut on her thigh. “Not only would it already be there, we’d also get charged with,” Her eyes rolled to the ceiling as she started going through a mental list. Taking a deep breath she started, fingers popping up to keep her place in the list. “Aggravated assault and battery, reckless endangerment, obstruction of justice, tampering with evidence, property damage.” She paused, a sixth finger ready to pop up. “Possibly selective enforcement?” She sighed, letting her hands drop to her side. “And those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Oh! Right! What’s that law where you get in trouble for lying about your identity to the authority? We’re doing that too.” Kate smiled, looking a bit too smug for someone confessing their crimes.
“I’ll take some good ol’ breaking and entering over that any day.” Kate allowed herself to lapse into a moment of silence, sitting down at the desk. Using her two gloved fingers she started shifting through the desk contents. “When I consider it like that, I see where those anti-vigilante people are coming from.” She admitted, her voice soft as she scanned over a report card. The girl, Marcy Collins, was an A student except for her C in math. Bummer.
A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS
Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?
It hadn’t taken Namor very long to tear the human suit off his frame and toss it aside. It was all very uncomfortable and though he was a king that understood the importance of maintaining appearances, he was never one to keep it up for the sake of others. to the damned depths with their dress shoes, suit ties, and long sleeves. The concrete under his feet was nothing compared to the rough surfaces of coral reefs. They could tear through weak flesh if tried and he was anything but weak. If he wished it, he could crumple the surface’s very foundation in the palm of his hand. The rate it was going, he imagined he wouldn’t even have to do it himself. The surface excelled at speeding itself toward a glorious self-destruct.
His appearance shared some attributes with the ones the papers had seen fit to slander, but no one had yet approached him and demanded him to leave. Or worse. It would have been amusing to see them try, he thought. If pushed, he wouldn’t answer quietly or civilly. A threat against him was a threat against his people as far as he was concerned. In the event of a disturbance, he supposed he would learn just how flexible the diplomatic immunity he had been so graciously bestowed was. He wasn’t fond of the surface, but he did find all their laws and rules somewhat endearing.
He wore the clothing fitting of Atlantis with pride as he strode through the night lit streets of New York. The city was certainly more grand than the country’s capital and its small abode for its ruler. Namor smirked to himself at the less than humble thought. His was truly grander. The thought was abruptly shoved aside as his ears pricked at the sound of heavy footfalls following after even lighter ones. The prince had taken the time to pause just as a light weight thudded into his chest. Instead of scowl, his face lifted with amusement at her question.
“Your apology is unnecessary, but appreciated nonetheless,” he remarked as he held out a steadying hand. “It would require far more than that to displace me.” Bright blue eyes moved from the…vigilante, he assumed, to the group of loudly breathing men behind her. They too were in masks. He pursed his lips and quirked a brow. Vigilantes hunting after another, one that he had heard make clear that she wanted nothing to do with the situation at hand. Why? It was all very intriguing until the men saw fit to address him. Address him improperly at that.
“You dare,” he hissed as he faced the men fully and looked at them down the bridge of his nose. “I am no elf of the sea. You speak to the born king of Atlantis and you will show Namor respect after you pray for his mercy.” Namor moved past the archer and approached the man at the front of the group, the one that had saw it fit to speak. His hand shot forward and he lifted the man by the collar of his hastily thrown together suit. Even though the man flailed, the king was immovable. The man’s followers stiffened and readied their weapons, something the Atlantean vaguely recognized as baseball bats. So, they sought to harm him and the girl with the bow. His eyes flashed and he snarled. “You disrespect me and you disrespect this Hawkeye!”
“G-Guys,” the flailing man stammered out. His voice prompted the others to move in on the archer and the king. “Fuckin’ fillet this fish!”
The man – was he a model? His skin was flawless, plus those cheek bones... Those cheek bones didn’t matter right now. He seemed unperturbed by her bumping into him. Upon his words she realized he was right, he hadn’t even moved backwards. It was kind of liking running into wall. She took a few steps back, rubbing her cheek as she thought about it. Now, she knew she was considered small, but she wasn’t small enough that the force of her running into someone at that speed should be easily ignored.
Those were thoughts to ponder another time. The men had caught up, drew her bow in a swift motion, knocking a net arrow. Well, if it’s a fight they wanted, then a fight they would get. She was tired of running anyway. She was about to tell the man he should probably make his way out of the area when he started talking. Despite herself, Kate could feel her jaw slack ever so slightly as he went off on them. King of the sea? What the hell was he going on about? Her endless curiosity started gnawing at her, begging her to ask what fantasy land he lived in.
The little voice in the back of her head, the voice that consciously remembered that her best friends were a wizard who could bend space and time, and a shapeshifter, told her to not be so dismissive. The part of her mind that was currently in control of the situation told her to snap out of it, shut her jaw, and get down to business. Her mouth shut tight, her jaw jutting out in defiance. “Yeah! What his majesty said.” Nice Hawkeye. But why be eloquent when she’s got the king for that? She allowed the corner of her mouth to tug up into a smile as she loosed an arrow, hitting one of the men on the left and cocooning him safely in a net.
Whatever moment of peace the speech had given them was stolen away. The men started moving forward. Bows weren’t the kind of weapon people brought into close combat melee. She shoved hers into the quiver, eyeing the guy closest to her. This would have to be hand to hand. She wasn’t about to use sharp pointy objects against them.
Namor – Kate was pretty sure that was his name, he seemed like the kind to talk in third person – had grips of the leader, and watching him flail in limbs and life choices would probably be funny to remember later on. At the moment she was kind of worried about his personal safety. Sure, he wasn’t the best dude, but he was just misguided. Don’t get her wrong, Kate wanted to give him the biggest whack over the head and tell him to shape the fuck up, but what would that do for the superhero image? It certainly wouldn’t change their opinions on vigilantes.
“Your highness” Okay, so she couldn’t say it with a straight face, but it was funny come on. “It’s not my place to tell someone as noble –“She had to pause, this wasn’t the time for jokes. Damn, where was Clint when she needed to share a joke with him. “what to do, but in my humble opinion we shouldn’t harm them. They’re just lowly peasants who don’t know any better.” Kate gracefully stepped out of the way as one lunged forward to punch her, she caught his arm and shoved him back into the one struggling with the net. They toppled over with the manliest screams they could assemble. "Surely we could think of something else for them, right?"
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It wasn’t a very serious case. Hell, most of her cases weren’t serious. Finding out if one’s spouse was cheating on the other could hardly be called serious. For one, she didn’t understand why people cheated ( if you’re unhappy with your marriage, get a freaking divorce! ), not to mention that more often than not, their spouses were cheating and they didn’t believe in her or they reacted poorly. And honestly? She didn’t have the patience to deal with these people.
That night, it was a similar case, even though the couple, apparently, weren’t married. The man that had come to her seemed on edge and a bit creepy if she was honest, and after what she saw today, she would see what kind of information she would give the man ( she would not endanger a girl because of a job ). As she looked through the camera to see inside the apartment the girl lived in, she realized she was too late.
There was a man, probably the girl’s new boyfriend, chasing after another, way younger girl and Jessica was confused, but acted on instinct when she saw the younger girl falling. She jumped from where she had been perched between the buildings and ran to where she was, getting her on her arms and jumping again, the man stopping in his tracks when he saw it. Jessica stopped at the rooftop of a three story building and finally looked at the girl.
“What the hell? How old are you? You know how late it is? And what do you think you were doing here?” Jessica looked the girl from head to toes before sighing and speaking again. “Are you hurt? What’s your name?”
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Okay, so she didn’t think this through. Her breath labored as she sprinted in the opposite direction. What exactly was her plan going into this? Clint would be so proud. She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Running away from a possibly crazed man wasn’t the time to throw her irises in a circle, obstructing her vision
She’d tried standing her ground, and if she really wanted to there was no doubt in her mind that she could floor him in two seconds flat. The problem there was, she wasn’t in costume, and he was just a drunk idiot. There was no reason to get aggressive with that. “Come on sir, can’t we just chalk this up to a misunderstanding and call it a day?” Kate classed over her shoulder, skidding around the corner, bad idea, her foot caught on something.
For a brief second her life became a cartoon. The earth seemed to stop as her brain caught up with the realization of what was happening. “Futz.” She whispered just before the ground met her face in a rather rude introduction. Pain throbbed through her body, the majority of it centering around her ankle. She had the sinking suspicion it was sprained, but now wasn’t the time she wanted to think about it. She was about to flip over to see how to save herself in this unfortunate situation when arms wrapped around her, and the next thing she knew she was on a roof. Did they just jump up there? Wait a second, was she being super hero carried?
Kate glanced at the arms holding her, oh yes. She was being super-heroed right now! Sweet mother of all quivers. “Uh-“ Her hero, a woman with no costume, was now talking at her. Questions poured out of her mouth. Kate respectfully waited for her to finish before answering. “That. Was. AWESOME!” Kate stated, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Did you see the look on his face when you jumped down there? HA! He was freaked the futz out. Do you do that a lot?”
The excitement wearing down a bit, Kate decided to answer the questions. “Oh I was just living my life when I saw him being a jerk so I thought I’d help out, it went well, I think” That was a lie and she knew it. “I’m Kate Bishop.” She offered a bigger grin at that. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you – “ She paused, a questioning tone matching her raised eyebrow as she waited for a name. The pain in her ankle continued to grow, if that was possible, but Kate hoped it would be one of those ‘walk it off’ situations.
All-New Hawkeye #5 WOP variant by Phil Noto
“I don’t think it works like that exactly.” He said as he walked past her. “However I know other who just run all the time. I don’t much understand it either I have to be honest.”
“Logically, I know it doesn’t work that way. But in my heart of hearts? It must. It has to. Why else would someone subject themselves to the torture that only running can bring?”
“Nothing’s wrong with a little flare inside you.” Quickly, St John tucked his zippo away, seeing that with someone else, he wouldn’t be in any immediate danger. Hopefully. There wasn’t any use in explaining why he was holding a lighter embellished with shark oriented decals if it could be easily avoided. That would be one heck of story. Yes, I’m a known mutant terrorist and carry this around with me at all times just incase I feel like inviting some cops over for a BBQ. “No.” He stated bluntly, not elaborating. She didn’t ask him for a reason, she just asked him if he was hiking. Why go the extra mile just for some random stranger?
“The flare I am for.” Kate considered herself a woman of much flare, she was into the whole superhero thing after all. “The burning lungs is what I could do with out.” She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at his no. “You’re a descriptive one aren’t you? You aren’t out here hiding a body or something?” Her arms folded over her chest as she examined him.
“Right? I’ve ran for like two weeks after I could walk again and it was brilliant. But then I got bored again and all I want is to sit by my chessboard and read.” Charles panted, breathing ragged as he clearly didn’t do much exercise. He was trying, though, after all he was grateful for being able to use his legs again, but it still sucked to run.
Kate scanned the man down slowly. After he could walk again? Broken legs maybe? That was none of her business. “Running sounds so good on paper, the fresh air, exercise, some people say they feel so happy doing it. But then you do it and it’s just hurting lungs and aching ankles.” She started stretching her arms out. “Chessboard and reading doesn’t sound bad. exercise for the brain and what not. Not my cup of tea, but i’m picking up on what you’re putting down. For instance, I could be not running right now.” That was descriptive.
“Come on, how is this beneficial for everyone involved?” Kate asked, her bow raised and pointed at the group of civilians. Now, Kate wasn’t the type to go around pointing her arrows at civilians, but these civilians decided they wanted to take it upon themselves to become the vigilantes of vigilantes. That’s right. They were people who thought vigilantes were dumb, so they donned their own mask and gear to stop them. How dumb and hypocritical could someone be? There was obviously no point in reasoning with them. Plus, she couldn’t risk hurting them. That wasn’t the good vigilante name she wanted to uphold. Although, if she had any guess, that good vigilante name was destroyed when she destroyed that building….
Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Kate turned heel, and took off at full speed. Behind her she heard the shouts, and then heavy footsteps of the group following her. A thud joined with a yelp of pain let her know that one of them wasn’t very graceful and fell. “Come on guys, just let me be.” She shouted over her shoulder. “You guys can go home and pretend you aren’t getting out ran by a girl, and I can just skedaddle on.”
Then Kate took her own not so graceful fall. Her plan to skedaddle on had been disrupted by the fact she’d run face first into someone. “Futz.” She murmured, staggering back to her feet, and brushing off her pants. “Sorry ‘bout that. Are you okay?” This delay proved hazardous. The footsteps that had been chasing her were no longer chasing, but halted right behind her. Kate turned around, a sheepish grin crossing her face. “Alright boys, this is your last chance to walk away.”
“And the great Houdini does it again. What was that about being outran by a girl?” The man snickered. “And it looks like it’s our lucky day lads. Not only do we have the ever mouthy hawkette, but the sea elf is here as well.”
Well. This was happening. Kate drew her bow, knocking an arrow into place. Deep breath. Place the tension in your shoulders. Her smile changed from sheepish to cocky. “It’s Hawkeye. Not Hawkette, not Lady Hawkeye. Hawkeye. Plain and simple.”
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Although she didn’t necessarily feel like sharing the bench, Poppy didn’t comment on it, not bothering to stop the other girl. “No idea, but if I had to guess… practice makes perfect. There’s always treadmills though.” She offered a casual shrug, letting out a soft sigh. “Red Queen. It’s by Victoria Aveyard, I think.” These last days had been rather difficult to get by for Poppy, so she decided to buy herself a book, instead of downloading them from her tablet like she usually did.
“I think treadmills are worse.” Kate murmured, taking a deep breath while she waited for her heart to return to a normal beat. Cardio was the worst. “Running in one place? At least out here I get to enjoy the great outdoors.” Kate leaned forward, looking at the book cover. “Never heard of it. Any good?”