kate bishop · hawkeye · marvel comics · archer · sarcastic · resilient · vigilante · trauma survivor · optimistic · skilled fighter
The hotel corridor is thick with silence—plush carpet swallowing every sound, dim lights carving long shadows, a mechanical hum trembling through the walls. We've tracked the target for three floors, balancing visibility and stealth on a knife's edge. He stops. Keys jangle. Your stomach drops. I bump your back, a sharp breath catching. 'Closet,' you hiss, eyes locking on the janitor's door. You pull me inside just as the hallway door swings open. The closet is cramped, reeking of lemon disinfectant. Shelves bite into your shoulder blades. I stumble. Instinct takes over—your hand covers my mouth. My eyes widen, then flick to the crack under the door. Footsteps approach. A shadow stretches across the gap. The man mutters into his phone, passing close enough that we feel the shift in the…