âI donâtâwhat? We donât have to talk about the fact that you saved my life?â
Isaac was stunned that Kate Bishop of all people was the one who rescued him. He had no idea how she came to be there, but he was grateful.
He shook his head, shelving that question for later. âI donât live far. Come on.â
It may have been faster to call for a car, but Isaac felt she didnât want any more attention than sheâd already received, so they hustled on foot as surreptitiously as possible. Thankfully, this was New York Cityânot only had attacks from villains both human and otherwise become not uncommon, but a girl in a leather suit holding a bow and arrow wouldnât even crack the top 50 strangest things one might see that day.
The first thing Isaac committed to upon moving into his new apartment was to treat those who worked there better than his parents had ever treated anyone who worked for them. Thatâs why, when they arrived, the doorman and concierge expressed concern, but took him at his word when he said, yes, it was because of what they saw on the news, but that sheâd be fine, and heâd appreciate it if it stayed between them.
They graciously helped him to the elevator, and soon he and Kate were headed up, away from the chaos of the streets, and into the safe confines of his apartment.
âI betâŚâ he was breathless. ââŚthe adrenaline is gonna wear off soon, and weâre both gonna be in a lot of pain. Weâll get your wounds treated, but I think itâs best if you stay here for the night. We can⌠figure out what to do next in the morning.â As if on cue, the elevator bell dinged and Isaac helped Kate out of the car and down the hall to his place.
No she didnât want to really get into that -- of course sheâd save his life. Kate would save anyoneâs life. Even a dogâs life if it came down to it, but she remained silent rather than voicing her thoughts about this entire ordeal.Â
Alright, maybe she should have reworded her statement -- donât tell my mom. Donât tell your mom or sheâll tell my mom the words were replaying her head over and over, but her feet were following right after Isaac. He was fast on his feet and that is something she appreciated, seeing that the last thing she wanted were for bystanders to start taking pictures. She wasnât the one at fault here -- that much was evident, but media would only find a way to twist this around and make her the bad guy.Â
As she walked into the building right behind him, she found that her mouth had gone dry. God, she really hoped sheâd be able to drink some water before she had to talk him into keeping this a secret -- or you know threatening him in keeping her secret. It was Isaac, she wouldnât have to -- he was cool. He wasnât like her parents, he wasnât like his own parents. At least she hoped so;Â
As she stepped into the elevator, Kate found herself leaning against the wall, welcoming the warmth that engulfed her rather than thinking about how cold she was. When he spoke up, Kate glanced at him and nodded in agreement. SHould she admit that her arm was hurting like a bitch right now? Nah, not yet;Â
âWhat were you doing out there on your own?â she couldnât help but ask after exiting the elevator. Kate followed him back to his own place, thankful that no one was around -- that no one was after them either. The mess she had gotten herself into, well sheâd have to find a way out somehow. Upon entering, she placed her bow and her quiver to the side.Â
âNo, I donât know if itâs safe for me to stay here the night, if anyone saw or if any thing saw, they would come straight here.â and that itself suddenly seemed like a bad idea. What was she doing here?