Promise - Kate Bishop

2.2 - Suit, Fire, Injury

Kate opened the door, flipping on the lights immediately. Entering, both girls sighed at the shredded pizza box.

"You're cleaning it up. You're the one who brought him here." Jasin announced, walking over to the table and sitting down.

"Fine!" Kate said, annoyed.

"Some guard dog you got there." Barton said.

"Oh, he's not my dog." Kate answered, placing her bag in a chair.

"Nice place for a kid," Barton spoke, looking around.

"Yeah, I inherited it." Kate agreed.

"What are you, 18?" He guessed, causing Jasin to sputter and start laughing.

"I'm 22." Kate said with a deadpanned look whilst trying to still be respectful.

"Same thing." Barton said. "What about you, miss giggles?"

"I'm 25, turning twenty six on the 28th of December." Jasin answered.

Clint paused and thought. He knew that date was of importance, but what was it for?..

"Anyways," He said, shaking his head and looking back at Kate. "So, wanna get that vest off, so I can get going?"

Kate looked down at herself, seeming as if she forgot she was wearing it. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll.. I'll be right back."

She took her bag and started walking up the stairs to her room whispering things about staying cool because Hawkeye is in her apartment. Once she was out of sight and ear shot, Clint spoke.

"Who are your parents?" He questioned with a glare most would cower under. Jasin simply glared back with one just as challenging.

"Why should I tell you?" She questioned.

"Just tell me." Clint pried, needing to know if his accusation was correct.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just tell me for crying out loud!" He said, slamming his fist on the table. Jasin didn't even flinch at it, instead giving him an unimpressed look. He sighed loudly, realizing he won't be able to get the answer out of her no matter what. "I can't stand you and I haven't even been around you for more than an hour."

"Then sit." Jasin replied, making a gesture to the other chairs around her.

When they heard Kate coming down, Clint spoke again, "So, where'd you get the suit?"

"Black market auction." She easily replied.

Clint gave a look of confusion before speaking, "And you bought it."

"No, not exactly." She said with a knowing tone, causing Jasin to raise an eyebrow.

"I wonder what happened." Jasin thought, watching Clint wander with a cautious eye.

"Oh." Clint replied, boredom laced in his voice. "So, what all did you do in this suit?"

"I beat some guys up. Saved the dog. Some light B and E." She answered, walking down stairs.

Clint uttered a soft, "Jesus. A 22-year-old vigilante."

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Barton asked, louder this time.

"Funny you should ask," Kate scoffs, reappearing with her bow and the suit. "So, uh, now that I've answered all your questions, I have so many for you. Uh. Starting with.."

Handing over the suit, Kate continued, holding up her bow, "Can you sign this?"

"I'm not done yet." Clint answered.