just hawkeye
Kate Bishop. The girl saving Clint's butt from screwing things up day in and day out. I was reluctant at first, but I won't be giving up the name Hawkeye any time soon. Can't say I'm too keen on apologizing for the confusion, either. [[Independent Kate Bishop rp account || Formerly shutupclint]]

thespiritofeli:

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"Yeah, I don’t know what you’re talking about." He couldn’t help but offer the poor girl a smile—it’d be sad if it wasn’t at least just a tiny bit funny. "You want some advice? There’s a decent deli about a block down. Get yourself something to eat, and I’ll see what I can do about getting you back on the road."

She tried to offer a smile in return, but the best she could offer was a wry grin as she wiped grease from her hand onto her now green-stained butt. His effort wasn’t lost on her, though. That much was appreciated. “You could very potentially be my life-saver, but the real question is, if I bring you back a sandwich, does it raise my chances any?”

thespiritofeli:

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"You’re sitting in coolant." Robbie hadn’t been expecting her to pour out her heart and soul that quickly—people from this city played their cards close to their chest. He offered her an oily hand; it couldn’t have been worse than the alternative.

Kate looked down at the green pooled around her butt and then up at the hand he offered, hesitating as if for a moment she thought she deserved that. Ultimately, she took the greasy hand and accepted the help back up to her feet. “I think I’m starting to understand how the metaphor thing got old for everyone.”

thespiritofeli:

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"I’ll take both, I guess." Robbie smeared the oil from his hands on the front of his overalls, giving the skinny girl in the short-shorts and boots a once over. He wasn’t sure how many times he’d dealt with tourists who’d found themselves in a bad situation in LA and needed out fast, but their cars just weren’t looking to cooperate. 

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Kate plopped down to the ground with more dramatics than was entirely necessary, but she didn’t give it a second thought. “I was in over my head on day one. Should’ve gone back then. Realistically, I just gotta get back soon. It’s not even really about me.”

No, it was a little about her. She just wouldn’t say it, but what did he care anyway?

thespiritofeli:

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"By a lot of oil, I mean you’d have wrecked your engine had you waited another day before coming by. I can see what I can patch up now, but it’s all temporary—you’d need touchups on the work every couple hundred miles. When do you need to be back in New York?”

"That depends entirely on if you want the realistic answer or the honest answer. I just need to get out of this city that wants me dead specifically and back to the city that just wants everyone dead indiscriminately. Fast, and every other synonym of that word.”

gothamsredguardian:

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"Correction. I said it better be good. I didn’t say it wouldn’t be. And as tempt as it is to ask you to ride on the back of my bicycle, it’s a motorbike. Believe it or not helps me get around Gotham quicker.” 

"And depriving me of the joy of seeing a tricked-out, Bat-Schwinn? I’ll just have to continue using my imagination… little batarang in the spokes to make noise when you rode… mini bat-symbol LED light in the front… now that I think about it, that might be cooler than the quicker option."

thespiritofeli:

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"You’re leaking oil. A lot of oil. There’s no way you’re making it to New York before your engine blows.”

"And by a lot of oil, you mean ‘this is totally fixable and we’ll have you on the road in no time’, right?"

You all are probably like “yo why does this girl literally never get to her replies” lol jk I doubt anyone cares all that much. But yeah so life is super stressful and tiring and this lady right here is a really good stress reliever for me so I’m there most of the time.

partcockroach:

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"I think I would very much like to meet this Bowie—especially if he is a major." Noh scooped his suit from the ground, inspecting it to ensure it was still in wearable condition. Noh looked to his computer screen, leaning over to bring up a listing of transmissions being sent through the nearby area. "There are reports that a group of skrull thugs have taken over a nearby intergalactic club—we could start there if you’d like."

"Be prepared to make a great new friend in this major and his good friend Ziggy.” His addition at the end was enough motivation for her to swing her legs over the side of the bed, still hesitating over the steel floor. “You had me at intergalactic club. Superheroing with a side of dancing. Couldn’t hope for a better adventure.”

partcockroach:

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"Who is Major Tom?" Noh offered her a quick look over his shoulder, stretching his arms above his head and working out the kinks from the night before—it was beginning to become a daily ritual for him. "What is it you would like to see today?”

"Well we’re introducing you to Bowie, that’s decided." Kate had to actively keep herself from focusing on the way his muscles shifted as he stretched. It was… distracting. "You know, you’ve shown me enough to keep Billy satisfied on pictures for a while. Let’s find something to shoot at."

partcockroach:

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"Don’t feel the need to apologize—it is endearing." He swung his legs off the side of the bed, feet making contact with the cold steel of the floor of his ship. 

"And see? That’s why you and I work." The lack of sunlight to wake her up was an easy enough adjustment when you had an astroid belt greeting you from behind the curtains. It was the metal surfaces keeping her under Noh’s blanket. "Now tell me, Major Tom. What adventures do you have in store for us today?"

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