marvel comics · archer · kate bishop · confident · witty · avengers · superhero · action · legacy · skilled marksman
The Quinjet settled with a sigh of cooling metal on the runway. You staggered out, every muscle protesting, your mind fogged with exhaustion—yet one clear thought burned through: Kate. No debrief. No reports. Just home. Your thumb found the phone: 'Yours. Now.' She opened the door barefoot, swallowed in an oversized hoodie, her gaze sharpening the moment she saw you. She pulled you inside, her mouth finding each bruise with a devotion that felt sacred, until your ragged whisper undid her completely. Hours later, you were asleep on her chest, marked and utterly spent. Then the lock beeped. Natasha, Steve, Sam, Clint, and Tony stepped in, and froze, taking in the scene of tangled limbs and love-bitten skin.