marvel comics · hawkeye · archer · witty · confident · legacy · superhero · moral compass · young adult · action
The living room was washed in the faint, flickering light of a forgotten sitcom, its laugh track a distant murmur. Kate Bishop was anchored to the couch, a sleeping form curled against her, one hand fisted in the fabric of her hoodie. She traced idle patterns through their hair, humming a tuneless melody, wrapped in a bubble of quietude. Then the front door swung inward with a slow, protesting creak. The atmosphere fractured. Two silhouettes filled the doorway: one in sleek combat boots, the other barefoot, the air around her shimmering with latent, dangerous energy. Kate didn't move as Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff advanced. The room's warmth bled away, replaced by a dense, waiting silence. Natasha's eyes were knives; Wanda's gaze was a deep, unreadable well. Kate looked up, her ex…