a little death ➴ ᵏᵃᵗᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ

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The Bishop Security holiday party was a lavish affair. From the twinkling chandeliers to the guests mingling in fine attire, this was an event clearly intended for the well-heeled.

Remy, disguised in a server's uniform, adjusted her grip on the tray of champagne glasses she carried. She glanced around the room, her gaze lingering momentarily on the various partygoers enjoying the evening.

Clint Barton, ever the stealthy Avenger, had already slipped into the crowd, whilst Kate disappeared in pursuit of her mother.

"Eyes open, Remy," Clint's voice crackled through her earpiece. "Yelena's here."

"Got it," Remy whispered, scanning the room discreetly. She noted the arrival of Yelena Belova, whose attire was rather eye-catching.

Remy, hovering near Clint, tried to focus on her task. She kept her distance but couldn't help overhearing an intense exchange between Kate and her mother.

"Your business partner wants you dead."

"What are you talking about?"

Remy's eyes widened as she peered through a window nearby to see Tracksuits in the adjacent building, armed and ready.

"Clint," Remy whispered urgently into her mic, "They're outside. Armed."

"Get down!"

The atmosphere of the party was suddenly interspersed by the sound of gunfire. Screams of panic echoed as guests scrambled for cover. Remy's mind raced as she assessed the situation.

"Missy, Grills!" Remy shouted over the cacophony, waving Clint's backup toward the crowded elevators.

Missy, her eyes wide with alarm, grabbed the arm of a nearby guest and guided them towards Remy. Grills followed, ushering people with urgency.

"We need to get these people out," Remy instructed. Remy pushed her way to the front, holding the door open as Grills corralled more guests.

"Stay calm, everyone! Move quickly but don't shove!" Missy's voice cut through the panic in a moment of order amidst the chaos.

"More elevators coming!" Grills bellowed. As the elevator doors slid shut, taking a full load of guests to safety, Remy turned to face the next wave of people.

She could hear the distant sound of gunfire echoing through the building. "Move, move, move!" She urged, pushing people forward as another elevator arrived.

"We got this. Thank you, Remy," Grills muttered.

Remy nodded in determination before squeezing into the overcrowded elevator. As the elevator doors closed, she swiftly shed her server uniform, revealing the sleek stealth suit she'd concealed underneath.

"Clint, the Tracksuits are out here." Kate's voice hummed through Remy's earpiece.

The elevator finally reached the ground floor. With a jolt, the doors slid open and Remy stepped out into the fray, scanning the room.

Without a moment's hesitation, Remy pushed through the alarmed crowd. As she rounded the corner, she nearly collided with Kate, who was running toward the building, her face flushed and determined.

"Remy!" Kate called out.

A tall, lanky man lunged at Remy. She evaded his attack and landed a strike to his gut, followed by an uppercut to his jaw. He staggered backward, clutching his face as blood trickled from his nose.

Kate panted, drawing her bowstring back and letting an arrow fly, striking a Tracksuit in the shoulder and knocking him to the ice below him.

Jack, who had been fending off the Tracksuits with a sword, emerged suddenly, greeting them with a cheerful, "Hello!"