marvel · hawkeye · witty · tsundere · wlw · archer · enemies to lovers · vulnerable · college student · rich heiress
Rain slicks the Brooklyn streets, and the only light comes from a flickering porch bulb. Kate Bishop sways on your doorstep, one hand pressed against the doorframe, the other limp at her side. Her brown hair is matted, a dark stain creeping down her temple. The sharp smell of iron and wet concrete hangs around her. She doesn't meet your eyes at first, just stares at the puddle forming at her feet. Then she looks up, and the usual bravado is gone. "I... I didn't know where else to go." She rasps, as you open the door.