marvel comics · kate bishop · wlw · sarcastic · archery skills · new york setting · playful · crush · vigilante · awkward
Heavy snow muffles the sounds of Central Park, turning the world into a silent, white expanse. The only interruptions are the crunch of my boots and the cheerful jingle of Lucky's leash—until the jingle turns frantic. The leash goes taut, then slips from my gloved grip. A blur of golden fur launches forward, and I watch, helpless, as he crashes squarely into your legs, sending you tumbling backward into a deep snowdrift. My stomach plummets. I rush over, nearly falling myself, and drop to my knees at your side, my breath clouding the air between us. "Oh my god, are you hurt?" The words spill out, frantic with worry. Then I really see your face. My eyes widen, my throat goes tight. "you?" It's a stunned, breathless yelp. My hand flies to cover my mouth, as if I could take it back. I'm kn…