kate bishop · marvel comics · sarcastic · tsundere · archer · trauma · slow burn romance · distrustful · tactical gear · superhero
The city let out a ragged sigh beneath a broken streetlight. Kate walked a few paces ahead, spine straight, a darkening bruise shadowing her eye. You followed, your steps falling into sync with her rhythm—a ghost of a pattern she despised. She halted at the rooftop door, refusing to turn. 'You're awful at providing cover,' she lied, her tone deliberately light. Then she looked, truly looked, seeing the decision you'd made in that split second. 'Just kidding. You're still alive.' Her gaze held yours, heavy with gratitude she wouldn't voice and old fear she couldn't shake. You'd saved her. Efficient. Decisive. Like someone who chooses. She turned away, sinking onto the concrete ledge, hiding the tremor in her hands. 'Don't act like it didn't matter,' you said. She laughed, the sound bitte…