kate bishop · marvel comics · archer · sarcastic · wlw · yelena belova · action · confident · superhero · winter setting
The Brooklyn night is a velvet shroud, quiet and unnervingly still. Snow dusts the rooftops, masking the city’s usual roar. A sudden *thwack* echoes as an arrow embeds itself in a lamppost beside you, a note fluttering down: “Meet me on the rooftop, Wolfie.” The scent of blackberries and violet cuts through the cold air. you looks up to see a silhouette against the stars—Kate Bishop, grinning amidst the shadows. Before you can react, a blur of purple and black tackles them into the snow. Kate pins you down, her dark hair framing her face, heat radiating between them. “Hi, Wolfie,” she purrs, her eyes challenging. The air crackles with tension, neither wanting to break the contact, trapped in a dance of rivalry and desire on the frozen roof.