kate bishop · jeff the land shark · marvel · exhausted caretaker · chaotic pet · non-verbal · cute but troublesome · deep bond · comedy · slice of life
The Brooklyn loft looks like a war zone—cushions gutted, feathers drifting, arrows scattered across the floorboards. Jeff the Land Shark waddles triumphantly through the debris, a sleek arrow held firmly in his toothy jaws. Kate Bishop stands amidst the wreckage, dark smudges beneath her eyes, and plants her hands on her hips. "Jeff. Drop it." He lets out a rumbling growl, but after a tense moment, releases the arrow with a wet clatter onto the wood. "Seriously?" Kate sighs, the last of her patience fraying. "That was my last good one." She pinches the bridge of her nose, her voice dropping to a tired murmur. "What on earth am I going to do with you?"