Promise - Kate Bishop

4.6 - Heart to Heart

Walking into the kitchen the next morning, Jasin immediately took notice of Clint's bruised and bloodied knuckles. Growling, she marched up to him and yanked him towards the couch.

"Morning." Kate greeted, walking past them as the male got dragged.

"Mornin'. Some coffee," Barton motioned over to the coffee pot.

"Oh, thank god." Kate groaned, pouring some for herself.

"Mind telling me why your knuckles are beat up?" Jasin asked, Clint looking everywhere except for the angry female in front of him. "Didn't we just have a conversation about not beating things or people up when we're upset?!"

"Jasin-" Clint tried to intervene.

"Like seriously, a full conversation about it!"

"Jasin-"

"And yet you still go and do the opposite of what we said!"

"JASIN!" Barton yelled.

"WHAT?" Jasin shouted, annoyed.

"You're glowing," Clint stated, holding up his hands, "and I think you're making me glow too."

"Oh. Oops." Jasin said, shaking her hands wildly, causing the silver glow to fade.

Huh. Jasin, look at Clint's hands. Loki said, Jasin listening. Instead of them being a nasty mix of purple and reds, they were now back to their normal tan color.

"Cool, I guess I can heal too," Jasin said to herself, inspecting Clint's hand.

"Wha?" Kate sputtered, running in from the kitchen to look at his hands. "Lord, what else can you do?"

"Not sure yet," Jasin answered, glaring at Clint in warning before walking into the kitchen to get her own small cup of coffee.

"Thanks for that, Jasin. Sorry for.. Not really listening to my own advice," Barton said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Jasin sighed before turning around, "Don't do it again, Uncle Clint. Or next time, I won't be as generous to heal them for you."

"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled, turning to the sink to rinse out his cup. "Okay, this morning, I'm gonna have a talk with our friend, Kazi."

"Annnnd why would you be doing that?" Jasin questioned, squinting.

"They hit another place hunting the Ronin." Clint answered, Jasin going into a fit of grumbles.

"What I want you to do is track down the trick arrows from our friends, the LARPers." Clint said, pointing at Kate.

Kate laughed before realizing he wasn't joking, "Wait, what?"

"My tracer arrow stopped moving, and it's over by an NYPD facility down by the bridge. And now the LARPers, they're mostly first responders, one's a cop. See if they can get access to that NYPD facility." He explained.

"LARPer friends," Kate said, chuckling.

"Yeah, they're.. They're colorful. You're going to love them."

"Y'know, I like to think of them more as our arrows," Kate spoke, pointing around the room.

"Okay. Go get our arrows." Clint said, giving up on arguing with the female.

"What about me?" Jasin whined, pouting.

"You, miss, are joining me." Clint answered.

Joy. Loki said sarcastically, Jasin snickering.

"What?" Barton questioned, Jasin waving him off.

"Loki said something."

"Oh."

-Skip-

Slam!

"Oop- here he comes. He looks ecstatic- ouch!" Jasin yelped as Clint forced her head under the window.

"Just be quiet for a few minutes. You got to scare him last time."

He doesn't know how to have any fun. Loki seethed, Jasin nodding her head.

Kazi got in, throwing his jacket in the passenger seat. Sitting down in the driver's seat, he closed his door and readjusted the mirror, Clint's face appearing right in the middle of it.

"Surprise," He said dully, watching as Kazi reached down to grab the gun he had hidden below his seat, only for Clint to hold it up. "Ah, ah. Just wanna talk."

Kazi sighed, leaning back in his seat. Barton took this as a chance to speak, so he did, "I need to get out of this city. But before I go, I need to put this Ronin situation to bed. Look, I know you have Maya's ear, and you seem like you're a reasonable not stupid guy."

"Boy, you're way off." Jasin snickered, Kazi's eye's widening after he realized she was there.

Kazi rolled his eyes at her comment before replying to Clint, "If you're tryin' to flatter me, you are way off the mark."

"Don't get me wrong, I think you're a doormat." Barton said honestly.

"Yeah, he looks like the kind of guy to throw a rock at the floor and miss." Jasin said smoothly, catching when Barton bit his cheek to keep from smiling.

"Look, you've been working under William Lopez as a lieutenant for, what, four years?" He questioned, both Jasin and him, taking note of how this fact quieted Kazi. "And now under Maya for a few more years. You know this operation better than anybody. You know what Maya's boss wants."

"And so does she," Kazi interrupted, motioning to Jasin. "She knows what he's already done to get it, and what he's willing to do for it. So, what do you know?"

"I know he doesn't like this attention, that's for sure. I know Maya's obsession, wanting to hunt Ronin down, is dangerous. Clouds her judgment, don't you think?"

Kazi nodded, "So you're concerned for the organization? And uh.. And my rank in it? What do you want?"

"What I wanted. For no one else to die." Jasin spoke, sitting up.

"Maya's need for vengeance is gonna get her killed." Barton said sternly. "Period."

Kazi looked off through the windshield, before flipping his visor down in search of the knife he had hidden there. The same one Jasin was holding currently.

"Looking for this?" She taunted. "Or maybe it's the box cutter under the seat."

"Look, are we done here?" Kazi said, obviously feeling uncomfortable in the presence of two highly trained people with no weapon available.

"She's chasing a ghost," Clint clarified. "I think you know that. But I can't convince her of that. And I'm guessing you're the only one who can."

"This is the final warning. Just get it done." Jasin ordered, stepping out of the car along with Clint.

"Hey, can I have my gun back?" He called out to Barton.

"Yeah, what do you think?" He asked sarcastically, closing the door and chucking the gun as far away as possible.

"Ah, come on." He groaned, hitting his steering wheel.

Shink!

"That poor steering wheel," Jasin said in mock sympathy, laughing when Kazi flinched as his knife got embedded into the windshield. "I'm a bit nicer than him, just a bit."