Twenty-seven.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN---

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Kate took a deep breath, and swung down onto the wire, heading straight toward the ground at an alarming rate, she screamed the whole way down. She passed by the window where Clint had been, "Kate? What are you doing?" he asked, and she used her shoes to slow down before landing on the ground with a grunt. "Kate! You ok?" Clint shouted, "Yeah." She replied breathlessly, and Iskra rounded the corner, holding her side with the now torn stitches. "Clint, the tracksuits are here," Kate warned.

The dull ringing still echoed through Iskra's head as she made her way to Kate, "Look, it's Kate Bishop." One of the tracksuits shouted, Iskra made it to Kate's side, facing the brunette, "Iskra, maybe you should sit this one out." Kate suggested, but Iskra only caught parts of the sentence, she was definitely not the best lip reader, 

Iskra. 

Sit. 

Out.

Iskra shook her head, "No, I'm fine." she said, Kate shot her a look but the tracksuits had already gotten up to them, they fought them off, Iskra yelping out in pain every now and then. "I know, it's probably not the best moment, right now, but I want to thank you, you know. For...for your advice how I should speak to my girlfriend." Thomas said, "Did it work?" Kate asked, still holding his gun, "It worked, bro. We...we went to Maroon 5 instead." he said, "Oh that's so great!" kate exclaimed, "So, what's with the gun?" she asked sarcastically, "I'm sorry but-" he was cut off by Kate sending a kick to him.

Iskra was wrapping a piece of fabric around her torso in an attempt to hold the stitches until she could better treat the wound, and another one of the tracksuits had Kate at gunpoint, "I got you now, bro." he said, but was hit with a sword, and a punch to his face, "Jack." Kate breathed in relief. "Hello, sweetie." He greeted. 

"Jack, I am so sorry my mom got you put in jail. Are you ok?" Kate rushed out, and Iskra limped over to stand beside her. "Never been better." he replied, "Iskra." He nodded, she gave him a quick nod in reply.  Another tracksuit came up behind him, and Jack easily beat the man, "But I am afraid I have lost track of your mother." he said. "Yeah, you and me both," Kate replied, and Iskra scanned their surroundings choosing to stay out of whatever the conversation was.

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