Run; K. Bishop¹ ✓

Seventeen.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN----▹ 

Iskra Romanoff-Hill stood bathroom of the NYPD facility undoing her elaborate undercover look, she brushed out the curls she put in her hair and switched the dress out for a pair of leggings and one of Nat's old leather jackets. From the back, someone might've even mistaken her for Natasha, with the freshly dyed hair braided back, even the leather jacket. So it wasn't that shocking when she was walking toward the safehouse/apartment, and Clint stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her, "Natasha..." he whispered to himself, shaking the feeling off, knowing his best friend was very much dead. 

That's when Iskra turned around, she must've felt Clint staring in disbelief, his eyes widened, "Iskra?" he asked, "Uh, yeah?" and then she spotted a strand of her hair, and realized, "What's uh, with the hair?" she just kind of shrugged him off, "C'mon we've got things to do." she said, opening the door to the apartment. "There's our guy." one of the LARPers spoke, "Snickerdoodle? They're still warm." he offered, "Uh Ok," Clint replied staring at the state of the apartment in disbelief. 

And Iskra took a step further into the apartment, her eyes finally settling on Kate, who seemed to be getting measured for some kind of costume,"Hey, guys! How'd your day go?" Kate asked, "Wow, I am never going to let you live this one down." Iskra said, taking a picture of the brunette. "I love your hair!" Kate exclaimed, noticing Iskra's hair, "Oh...yeah," Iskra smiled awkwardly. "So did you uh...get my gear?" he asked, still looking around the room. "Yeah, yeah, they're on the way. They should be here any minute...Relax." Kate replied, and Clint had that taken-back look on his face, and she just knew this was going nowhere good.  "Kate where are you?" he asked no longer being able to spot her. 

"What? he asked turning towards Iskra who just shrugged, Kate turned back to the mirror, "Not gonna lie a look pretty good as a Viking." she said with a smile, "Kate you'd probably look good even wearing a trash bag." Iskra joked, Clint turned to look at Iskra, "What?" she shrugged, "I don't know why you look so shocked Uncle Clint." Iskra deadpanned. 

"Maybe that can be our deal?" one of them said, "What deal?" Clint asked, "We get you the arrows and information, and you get us materials for new costumes. "Ok, how about material for your costumes, plus three more." Kate bargained, "I know a certain someone who needs help with theirs." Kate said, "Oh... No, i already told you no." Iskra said narrowing her eyes at the brunette. "I'm in." the blonde one said. 

"Uh Kate, I asked you to simply, retrieve my arrows, not stage a play." Clint spoke, "Uh, we're a...we're a guild." came a reply, Iskra sighed, and Clint looked down at his phone, "Ok..Uh I've gotta go." Clint spoke. "We've got to go. We're in this together. Right?" Kate asked, Iskra, nodded with a small smile. They got the arrows and headed out the door, they really were all in this together.