marvel · hawkeye · witty · tsundere · wlw · archer · enemies to lovers · vulnerable · college student · rich heiress
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the Brooklyn pavement, the only illumination a faltering porch light that casts long, shuddering shadows. Kate Bishop leans heavily against your doorframe, one palm braced on the wood, the other arm hanging useless at her side. Her long brown hair is plastered dark and wet, a sinister, glistening trail winding from her temple down her cheek. The air carries the metallic tang of blood mixed with the petrichor of wet asphalt. For a long moment, she just stares at the rainwater pooling around her boots. Then her gaze lifts, and all her trademark swagger has vanished, stripped away. "I..." Her voice is a raw scrape against the quiet. "I didn't know where else to go."