Ophelia Stone is an Ex-Black Widow. She was released when Natasha Romanoff took down the Red Room.
She moved all around the world, trying to find a place to stay and finally decided on New York, after she was blipped back.
She meets Kate Bishop, w...
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- "I got it." -
Good thing they call you HawkEYE and not HawkEAR, Kate messaged Clint as them and Ophelia sat on a step with the Pizza Dog.
Clint laughed dryly at her joke, Ophelia grinning. He said, "Block. Delete." He then shoved his phone in his pocket.
"What are you waiting for?" A woman asked, the trio standing up so she could reach the door.
"Uh, you." Kate started. "You're the doctor, right?"
"I'm very busy." She waved off.
"Oh. Well... Really need this fixed." Kate smiled awkwardly, showing the broken hearing aid to her after Clint handed her it. "Please?"
"Give me five minutes. Cash only." The woman replied.
"Thank you." Kate nodded. "Told you we'd get it fixed."
"He still can't hear you, Kate." Ophelia mumbled, crouching, fussing and cooing at Pizza Dog who licked her cheek happily.
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"What was most amazing though..." Kate trailed off, chewing down her bite of pizza. "Better than anything we did in the middle of that crazy battle. That little..."
Clint was just staring down at the floor, biting his thumb nail, seemingly deep in thought as Kate rambled on about her favourite parts. Ophelia glanced at him before looking back down at her plate, taking another bite of her pizza. Clint then put his hearing aid in, the blue-haired woman snorting in amusement.
"Was... Was that out the whole time?" Kate asked.
"Can I get some more coffee, please?" Clint requested.
"Yeah, sure." The waiter nodded, going to fill his mug up.
"Thank you." Clint replied.
"Look, I know this may sound weird, but I've dreamed of this for as long as I can remember." Kate admitted. "My dad was fearless. And his whole life was about helping people. When I put that suit on, I thought, 'This is it. This is the moment I become who I'm supposed to be.'"
"I remember the day I thought the same thing." Clint smiled, glancing down. "You know, it's uh... It comes with a price."
"What does?" Kate questioned and Ophelia shuffled in her seat a little, sipping her coke awkwardly.
"This life you wanna live," Clint answered. "To really help people. I mean, really try to help people, anyway. Comes with a lot of sacrifices. And some things you'll lose... forever."
"Well, there's also things you gain," Kate began, "like trick arrows and a cool costume."
"Jesus Christ." Ophelia muttered, shaking her head while Clint lowered his, thinking of Natasha.
"Speaking of which." Kate continued. "I've been thinking about you're branding issue. You need a more recognisable costume."
"Isn't the point of you that you're not supposed to be seen?" Ophelia asked and he nodded at her.
"Yeah, my job for the last 20 years was to be not recognisable." Clint agreed.
"Well, you've officially failed at that." Kate responded. "Picture this... in purple."
"Oh, wow." Clint uttered, looking down at the awful drawing.
"Kate, you're good at many things, but maybe you should stop with the doodles." Ophelia mused.
"You draw it then. You know what I'm trying to get at." Kate ordered.
"No, I can't do that." Ophelia denied.
"Why? You're great at drawing." Kate scoffed.
"I'm great at drawing boobs and women but not super suits. My specialty is tits, not arrows." Ophelia explained.
"I mean, fair enough." Kate hummed, looking back at Clint.
"What's that on his head?" Clint quizzed.
"It's your head." Kate replied. "Uh, wings. Like a hawk. That's an 'H' that's on your forehead. That's... for 'Hawkeye'."
"Well, not happening." Clint denied.
"Okay. Um..." Kate trailed off. "What if it was all black? All black with a mask? Maybe a hood? You can't say who Ronin is because it's someone close to you, isn't it? It's your job to keep their secret."
"There are several reasons why I'd never wear a flashy costume." Clint changed the subject. "My job is to be, number one, a ghost. Number two, my wife would divorce me if I put something like that on. Hmm? And number three, uh... I'm not a role model. I'm sorry, Kate, I'm not a role model to anyone. Never have been."
"What? Yes, you are." Kate disagreed. "You are. You... You came here. You left your family at Christmas because you thought a pair of strangers were gonna get hurt. You stuck around even though we screwed up."
"Watch it." Ophelia warned jokingly.
"Okay, I screwed up." Kate rolled her eyes.
"Better." Ophelia smiled.
"Now you're stuck." Kate carried on. "Whether you like it or not, the Tracksuits have connected us all to Ronin, and it's pretty clear they're not just gonna drop this."
"Well, that you are not wrong about." Clint agreed.
"Not to mention the fact that my mum might be marrying a murderer." Kate muttered.
"And then there's that." Clint nodded, sipping his coffee.
"As far as I'm concerned, we're in this together." Kate mused and Ophelia chuckled. The bill was placed on their table. "I'm gonna need you to get that. My mum cancelled my credit card."
"I got it." Ophelia took it from Clint who went to grab it.
"You sure?" Clint asked, holding his wallet up as Ophelia pulled out hers.
"Positive. You've done enough for us, mate." Ophelia smiled. "And I meant that in the nice way, not the sarcastic bitchy way."
"I know." Clint nodded, Kate moving so Ophelia could get out to go pay. "You're gonna have to name this dog, you know."
"Sure." Kate nodded, Clint walking away to wash his hands. The dog whined. "Little Ol' Caesar?" He growled. "Dogfather? Sir Dog of Pizza?" He growled again. "Pizza Dog?" He didn't growl that time and Kate gave him some of her crust which he gobbled down eagerly. "You're like Ophelia in dog form."
