a little death ➴ ᵏᵃᵗᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ

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Remy's phone buzzed, interrupting the quiet atmosphere of the safehouse. She glanced at the screen to Kate's name. She grinned shyly as she swiped to answer. "Hey."

"Are you at the safe-house?"

"Yeah, just finishing up. I fed the dog, cleaned up a bit. I'm actually on my way out," Remy replied, glancing around the cozy, if cluttered, interior.

"Don't leave," Kate pleaded, her tone urgent. "I'll be there soon. Stay put. Please."

Remy frowned, concerned by Kate's request. "Alright," She hung up, staring at her phone for a moment. Kate didn't usually sound so uneasing.

She moved to the window, peering through the blinds at the quiet street outside. Kate's dog, Lucky, lay sprawled on the floor, oblivious to the tension. Remy let out a sigh, turning from the window, only to stop in her tracks.

There, standing in the middle of the living room, was somebody she didn't recognize. A blond woman, small— couldn't have been any taller than 5'2, maybe 5'3. She looked entirely too comfortable for someone who had clearly broken in.

Instinctively, Remy reached for one of the knives laid on the small kitchen counter.

The woman didn't appear threatened, she only smirked. "I'm not here to hurt you," she warned, taking a step closer.

"Not reassuring," Remy shot back, gripping the knife tighter. "Why are you here?"

Before she could react, the woman moved with impossible speed, knocking the knife from Remy's hand and pinning her against the wall. Remy struggled, the stranger was strong.

"You're in my way," She spoke in a thick, menacing accent, Eastern European— probably Russian, Remy guessed.

Before Remy thought to defend herself, the door to the safehouse creaked open, and Kate stepped in, her eyes widening at the sight before her. "Hey!"

The unfamiliar woman glanced at Kate, her grip on Remy loosening slightly.

Remy took advantage of the distraction, freeing herself from the intruder's grip and stumbling towards Kate.

"Kate Bishop. I just want to talk, okay?"

Reluctantly, they all sat down in the cramped living room, the tension thick in the air. Their new guest lounged in a chair, her eyes never leaving Remy, while Kate and Remy took the couch, sitting close together.

"You want me to just hear you out after you tried to kill me and then broke into my house?"

"I did not try to kill you!" The woman defended. "I put you on a wire to remove an obstacle," She paused. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. If I wanted to kill you.."

"You would have done it already," Kate concluded.

"Exactly."

"What do you want?" Remy asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Are you here to talk to Clint? Is that what you want? Because Clint's not here." Kate assured.

"You are funny, Kate Bishop."

"Did you say my full name just to point out that you know it?"

"I'm here to kill Clint." She sat back, crossing her arms.

Remy's heart raced as the woman's words hung in the air. Kill Clint? Her mind spun in a hundred directions, none of them good.

"Why do you risk your life for him, for Clint Barton? Why has everybody just forgiven him for his past?"