➴"Kate, your mom just came out the side door!" Remy panted.
Kate nodded before turning to Clint, concern evident in her expression. "I gotta go find her."
"Yeah," Clint agreed, drawing another bow.
Kate's eyes narrowed as she spotted her mother, Eleanor, standing nervously by her car. The looming figure that was Wilson Fisk— Kingpin, cast a menacing shadow over her.
Remy took a deep breath and nodded to Kate. "Ready?" she whispered.
"Uh huh," Kate acknowledged, clutching her bow tightly.
They moved cautiously towards Eleanor as Fisk towered over Kate's mother. "Don't leave, Elanor. Let's talk."
"Stay away from her!" Kate warned, her bow drawn with an arrow aimed unerringly at him.
"What are you gonna do with that?" The man laughed, advancing closer with a grin.
Kate's relief turned to horror when Fisk hardly acknowledged her arrow— Which had struck him in the chest.
"What!?"
The man struck her abdomen, sending her sprawling to the ground. She landed hard, gasping for breath.
"Hey!" Remy cried, her voice raspy and anger-ridden as she saw her friend hurt. Without hesitation, she drew a knife from her belt in pursuit of the ample-sized man before her. She slashed at him, but Fisk, unfazed, caught her by the arm, shoving her painfully against the brick wall.
"Is she waking up?"
"Remy, can you— Her eyes are opening."
"Remy?"
Remy awoke to the sound of distant sirens and the harsh glare of streetlights. She blinked, trying to focus, and saw Kate and Grills kneeling beside her.
"Remy, are you okay?" Kate asked, teary-eyed and trembling.
Remy tried to sit up, wincing at the pain in her head. "Where's your mom?"
Kate was silent for a moment. "Grills, why don't you go make sure nobody's hurt?"
The unusually dressed man nodded with a tight smile and withdrew.
"They arrested her— For Armand— For murdering Armand," Kate uttered, her words quiet.
"Kate," Remy said softly, her words sympathetic despite her disoriented state. She pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I'm so sorry."
Kate only gave a nod, holding Remy tight.
"Hey!" Clint called out, spotting the two girls.
Kate led Remy through the crowded chaos of the emergency responders' area. As they reached a parked ambulance, Clint guided them inside, motioning for them to sit.
Kate winced, touching a small cut on her forehead. Clint, always the caretaker, grabbed a first aid kit and began tending to her wounds. "You okay?" he asked, gently dabbing at her face with an antiseptic wipe.
"Yeah, I'm good," Kate replied, her voice steady.
Remy leaned back, closing her eyes in acknowledgment of the painful sensation in her head.
Clint glanced at Remy, concern etched into his features. "Remy? You hangin' in there?"
Remy nodded, though her head throbbed from where Fisk had slammed her into the wall.
"She might have a concussion— I dont know," Kate stated, "She was out for a few minutes."
Kate, taking over the first aid kit, began to clean and bandage a cut on Remy's arm. "It was intense," she said, her hands shaking slightly as she worked.
"Excuse me," an officer approached' "Can I ask you a few questions about what happened here tonight?"
Kate exchanged a quick look with Clint and then nodded.
The officer jotted something down in his notebook. "Explain, please, what led up to the confrontation with... whoever that was?"
Kate took a deep breath, organizing her thoughts. "That was Wilson Fisk." Kate answered, "My mom— Elanor Bishop, she was involved with him. Things got out of hand tonight."
The officer raised an eyebrow. "Wilson Fisk? The crime lord?"
"Yeah," Kate confirmed, glancing at Remy, who was wincing as the antiseptic stung her cut. "We had reason to believe he was going to hurt my mother."
Clint leaned back, his expression unreadable. "Fisk is dangerous, officer. We were just trying to stop him from hurting more people."
The officer scribbled in his notepad. "I see. And you, miss," he said, looking at Remy. "What's your involvement in all this?"
"I was just helping my friend," she answered, hand massaging her forehead.
Kate started wrapping a fresh bandage around Remy's wrist, her hands now steadier than before.
The officer nodded, seemingly satisfied with their answers. "We'll need a more detailed statement later, but you should get those wounds checked out first." He suggested. "Merry Christmas, you three."
Clint patted her shoulder. "You did good, you both did."
Remy gave a tired smile, feeling a bit more at ease despite the lingering pain. "Thank you, Clint."
Kate squeezed Remy's hand, a silent reassurance passing between them.
"'Got you back to your family on time for Christmas," Kate reminded Clint with a smile.
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a little death ➴ ᵏᵃᵗᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ
FanfictionAn expert archer and a young vigilante are drawn into close alliance following a sequence of suspicious cyber crimes. - kate bishop x female oc - contains canon-typical violent themes.