a little death ➴ ᵏᵃᵗᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ

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Remy and Kate sat huddled in the back of a taxi. Remy's heart raced as she stole a glance at Kate, who was nervously biting her lower lip, eyes fixed on the passing cityscape.

The taxi pulled to a stop, and the driver turned to them, raising an eyebrow. "This is it."

They quickly exited the vehicle, the loud ambient sounds of the city almost distracting to Remy. Kate gripped her bow as they rounded a corner, slipping into a narrow alley that led to the back of the building.

Remy glanced up at the fire escape, her eyes following its twisting metal form to the rooftop above. "We're gonna have to climb this, good?"

Kate gave an excited nod.

The two scaled the ladder at an admittedly slow pace. As they reached the rooftop, they crouched behind a vent, peering over the edge to where they discovered Maya Lopez on the ground, holding a sword to Clint.

Kate nocked an arrow, her eyes narrowing in focus. In a swift motion, she released the arrow. It flew through the air, striking Maya's sword and knocking it from her grasp.

Maya's head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise and anger. She looked around, trying to spot her attackers, but Kate and Remy stayed low, their breath held as they watched.

Maya wasted no time as she turned and bolted.

Kate and Remy exchanged a quick look of accomplishment before making their way down from the roof. They slipped back into the alley, where they found Clint.

"I bet you're wondering how we found you," Kate teased coyly.

"You tracked my phone again."

"Yeah," Remy confirmed. "Kate, what's our escape plan?"

As if on cue, a car pulled up at the mouth of the alley. "Hey, are you Tabitha?" The driver yelled.

"Yeah!" Kate smirked.

They hurried over, Clint moving with a noticeable limp. Kate opened the door, helping him into the back seat before sliding in herself. Remy followed, glancing back one last time to make sure they weren't being watched.

Once inside, the car pulled away, merging into the flow of city traffic. "Clint, do you remember the woman from last night, the one in the mask?" Kate spoke.

"Uh-huh."

"Uhm, I spoke to her.." She paused, "She said she's Natasha's sister."

Clint's expression quickly shifted, "Yelena?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," he sighed.

As the vehicle glided through the city streets, Kate's hand reached for Remy's, her grip trembling slightly. Remy felt the anxiety radiating from Kate's touch.

Upon feeling a buzzing sensation from her pocket, Kate's hand moved quickly to retrieve her phone. Her eyes widened at the message she'd been met with. "Oh my god," she murmured, cupping her mouth.

—

Unknown Number

Kate Bishop, I found out who hired me.

Elanor Bishop.

I thought you deserved to know.

—

"Holy shit," Remy muttered in disbelief. She'd suspected Elanor to be involved somehow with the Tracksuits due to her close link with Jack. But learning that Elanor wanted Clint Barton dead was nothing short of appalling.

"Look at this, Who is that with my mom?"

Attached to the concerning message was a video, a piece of footage featuring Elanor Bishop and—

"This is the guy I've been worried about this whole time," Clint explained, "That's Kingpin."

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Remy pulled up to the curb outside a modest apartment belonging to one of Clint's friends. She stepped out of the car, the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant sound of city life punctuating the stillness.

Clint's friend, Grills, had texted her the details of where to pick up a collection of tactical suits and gear Kate had previously requested.

The door swung open, and a tall, bearded man appeared with a smile. "You must be Remy, come on in," he welcomed.

Grills led her to a table where an ensemble of colorful suits lay. One was dark and stealthy, clearly tailored for Clint's style of combat and preference for practicality. Another, a vibrant purple, a nod to Kate's enthusiasm.

As Remy marveled at the details of Kate's and Clint's suits, her eyes wandered across the table and landed on a third suit. It was a much darker purple, with subtle accents that acknowledged a balance between practicality and style. It embodied a quiet strength and readiness, a reflection of her role in this newfound team.

"These are incredible," Remy said, running her fingers over the material of Kate's suit.

He gave a tight smile, nodding in acknowledgment of Remy's appreciation.

"Thanks, Grills. They're perfect." Remy carefully folded the suits and placed them in the bag she had brought along.

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a.n.
apologies for the short chapter. i'll make it up.