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This was one of the more popular cafes along this strip, owing to the excellent coffee and the weekly rotation of unusually flavoured but absolutely perfect macarons.  It made for quite a line at the counter, and more than one disgruntled hipster.  Now Jennifer, her coffee, and her spinach and ricotta pastry were quite without a place to sit.  Her stomach grumbled.  This was really just a snack to tide her over before she had to go meet with a judge.

And then a face looked up at her, one she had seen around the place from time to time, around the tower of course, but also in the odd press photo.  “Kate Bishop?  Sorry, I cast a long shadow.”  She winced, stepping to the side a little.  Her green fingers daintily held her coffee cup as she considered the walk back to the courthouse, by which time her lunch would probably be cold.  “Do you mind if I take a seat here?”  She gestured at the chair across from Kate.

Kate’s smile grew when she heard her name. Jennifer Walters knew her name. She was beyond excited, and tried her best to remain cool. Part of her knew it was probably from briefings or a list of people now living at Stark’s tower or some magazine but she didn’t care. Jennifer Walters was one of the most badass and amazing heroes one could ever encounter. Kate knew that in the past she would’ve rushed to tell the other young avengers about how She-Hulk knew her name.  Now she didn’t have anyone to come back to, except people who worked with Jennifer on a daily basis and would not be impressed. It was on the little things that she realized how much she missed her life. How much she missed them all. 

One phone call from Tony Stark himself was all it took to get Sam hauling ass over to New York. He’d been hearing about all this action happening, and there was always this little itch. A pull that told him to get in on all that was happening.  But the last time he’d gone up against HYDRA he’d been grounded, a wing ripped from him and effectively ending his debut as a super hero. 

And then there was a phone call. A call from one of the richest men in the world saying ‘Hey, I can rebuild your gear. Plus Captain America may need a little help,’  The gear was enough to get him packing, but the fact his friend could need him had him topping 90 on the highway in the dead of night; all that was keeping him up was coffee and a Red Bull. 

Once in the city he’d told Stark he could talk to him in the morning, right now he was about to crash and their conversation would be cut short. Tony was nice enough to set him up with a hotel room and agreed to see him when it was convenient for him. 

Now he walked out of Tony Stark’s office, a case in his hand that contained a new and improved pack and he couldn’t be more happy. With his keycard and basic access, he decided to tool around the tower; see what else tech wise it had to offer. As well as the people. 

He sat in the cafeteria now, a few numbers in his pocket and a smile on his face as he carefully opened the case up. And it was beautiful.  “Goddamn,” He muttered, wondering the best way to thank a billionaire.  He heard someone walk up behind him, most likely to see if the chair across from him was taken, but he was a bit enveloped in the gear to really care.

Kate was adjusting well to her new lifestyle. It was a big change from listening to police scans for potential crimes, now she was getting her assignments from the avengers. She knew that deep down some were still not totally on board about having them being part of this, whatever this was. But S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen and it was more than just having an organization of that magnitude literally falling for all the world to see, it had a been a reminder that evil guys were everywhere, and they could be anyone. So even if some people were not happy about ‘having a bunch of kids around’, they had no other choice, they needed all the help they could get. 

And we are not kids anymore, Kate thought every time she felt the stares. 

She wasn’t one to have trouble making friends, although here she knew that it was going to be difficult. Some part of that was that most of them were already friends, or knew each other, the other was them having being betrayed by who they considered friends. It must have been difficult, finding out that someone who you would trust with your life is someone who would not hesitate to end it. If it had happened to her, she wasn’t sure she would’ve survived it. 

But there was no time for that now, they had a job to do. To protect people, to keep the world safe. It was for that very reason that Kate had decided to become a hero, she was in the big leagues now. And she had to be the best version of herself if she truly wanted to be of use. For someone with no powers running alongside gods and super soldiers, being the best was the only option. She had just finished a training session, as many weapons as she could practice with, and another perfect score with the bow and arrow. She had done a good job, she just needed to continue pushing herself, she had worked hard and she truly believed she deserved a smoothie.

“Thanks so much,” she set down her things and sank into the chair, taking a long sip from her coffee, a longer sip than someone else could probably manage.  She almost missed burning her mouth.  “I could have legged it back to the courthouse but it’s so awkward to sit in there and eat on the benches in the corridors.  I suppose my complexion probably doesn’t help that.”

She glanced down at her footwear when it was mentioned, apparently oblivious to Kate’s mortification at her choice of small talk.  The shoes were professional enough for workwear, but not lacking in a little personal flair.  A sturdy heel for long wear but not enough to look clunky, a mary-jane strap and accents of purple to keep the black from looking so plain.  “Thanks, I have to get them made these days, so I can’t bear to have them look boring.”  It was either specially made, or online shops for drag queen supplies.  “I see you’ve had a productive day,” she nodded at the shopping bags with a grin.

Kate watched her sat down and almost finish the coffee in one sip. As Jennifer made reference to her appearance Kate gave her a small smile. She looked impressive, she was not going to lie, but Kate was used to girls who could grow ten times their size and to boys who sprung wings on demand. What impressed her most was how Jennifer had found a balance, the Hulk topic was still a heavy one amongst some of the people back at the tower, and Dr. Banner grew uncomfortable whenever it was brought up, and Teddy was not really the Hulk, his powers were completely different so he never lost control when assuming his Hulking persona. But Jennifer, she had the same blood as Bruce running through her, and yet here she was, sipping coffee while in that form, now that’s what truly impressed Kate. “And I’m guessing those benches are not really that comfortable, besides a little fresh air is always good…” she said with a smile.

People… were fascinating. Moving about in such a hurry, dodging one another as they rushed too and from their homes, their work. It all felt so chaotic. Panicked. Something that James really didn’t understand. 

But even with that, there was still something that interested him. Which was how he found himself seated upon one of the many benches set through the park, warm cup of coffee in his hand as he just… watched. Studied. These people had it so… simple. And they didn’t even realize it. 

Only when someone sat down next to him, causing him to stiffen, was James distracted from his people watching and turned to look at his unwelcome sitting companion. “May… I help you?”  There had to be plenty of other, completely empty, park benches within five hundred feet from here. 

Running was the least favorite thing in the world for Kate. She could see why it was useful, but she could never bring herself to enjoy it. I spent so much time running, now I’m used to standing and fight, she would think to herself every time she had to chase after some mark. 

It’s what she was doing this morning, chasing after some HYDRA guy in a suit, who turned out to be faster than her even if he was wearing fancy shoes, in the end Kate caught him. But she was exhausted, she thought she had better resistance, it wasn’t true, so now obviously she had to work on getting better. Because in a world of supersoldiers and gods, a girl with no powers could not be anything else but the best. 

So after turning in her report of the arrest, she wasn't’ even sure if they were calling what they did arrests, she changed out of her fighting gear into her sports clothes. Kate had ran a few laps around the park when she had spotted a blonde girl that looked so familiar. For a moment Kate couldn’t breath, it was impossible, yet she ran until she reached the girl, “Cassie” she said almost breathless, the girl turned and looked at her like she was crazy before walking away. It wasn’t Cassie. Of course not, Kate thought, you have to stop doing this to yourself. 

SHIELD HAS FALLEN. WHO WILL STAND FOR EARTH?

Kate Bishop – Trust fund kid, olympic level archer, superhero (listed in order of least to most impressive by her reckoning.)  She became the protege of Clint Barton (not the words she would use) in her teenage years after proving herself more than able to handle a bow.  Kate cut her teeth as a hero with the Young Avengers, a short-lived team who disbanded after the loss of their youngest member.  For Kate, heroics were a perfect escape.  Away from the stifling boredom of the world she grew up in.

When SHIELD fell, Kate was the only Hawkeye on hand.  Clint disappeared in the months following the battle of New York, leaving almost without a word in order to get his head right after his time possessed by Loki.  Kate rose to the challenge, and may have abandoned some of her real life duties along the way – but what’s that compared with saving the world.

They say that when you live during times of war you learn to live with that feeling of having your happiness abruptly taken away, with the shadow of death accompanying your every step, you learn to be grateful for each new day. Kate remembers when they first told her that this was more dangerous than a war, than at least when you fight a war you know who are going against, you know your enemy, they wear uniforms and wave flags. This was much worse, you don’t know who you can trust, thus those who have proven they are on your side must be kept close. There’s an enemy on every corner, and the worst part some may still call themselves your friends. You never know when the person you’d take a bullet for would show their true nature, and become the one pulling the trigger. So you gather strength to listen to the news of someone you once knew turned out to be HYDRA, you fight back the tears when in the debriefing sessions they mark down the loses. You learn to watch you moves, to mind your tongue, to measure your actions, you learn to carry on. 

That’s exactly what Kate had being doing for the last couple of weeks, she had stayed out of trouble, she had bumped into less people, but she had been making some new friends and reconnecting with old ones. Her life had fallen into a well scheduled pace, there was nothing she loved more than organization and routine. She was never one for surprises, she had never liked them, being prepared is what had kept her alive, what had gotten her this far. Kate knew deep down that she had always been a fighter, and that instinct still lingered in her, even after everything, that’s why she could feel as if something bad was about to happen, no matter how hard she tried to shake it out, it still remained. But she did as she had done since that eventful day, she gather her strength, she pushed forward. Specially now since she had found a reason that was bigger than her, protecting those who cannot protect themselves.

Today however had turned out to be a day that was unusual for her schedule. There was some talk about how the daughter of one of Manhattan’s most prominent businessmen could not suddenly just disappear of the public eye. So her mission for today had been to keep up the appearances, to go out and let herself be capture by some online bloggers or something, she had been busy rolling her eyes at the absurd assignment to remember the instructions. Kate had spent most of the morning shopping, she was certain the mission had included contacting some of her socialite friends, but that was one thing she wouldn’t do for the team. Instead she had gone about her day as she would’ve done before becoming one of the greatest sharpshooters know to man. 

He wanted to scowl and tell her to do exactly that; leave him the hell alone. And James was about to, only to find himself shaking his head as he took in her appearance. Her eyes were slightly red, face paler than should be normal with someone of that complexion, at least going by skin tone. She looked like what James likely imagined he looked like after one of his nightmares. Or flashbacks.  “No. It’s fine. Stay as long as you need.” He murmured in understanding. “I’m.. familiar with that expression.” James said with a small nod. “Though, I can move if you’d like a bit of space.” 

“Thank you” Kate said in a soft voice and brought her legs up so she could hug her legs and rest her chin on her knees “I- …” she didn’t know what else to say, he said he was familiar with her expression, did you lose someone? did they die because of you? she wanted to ask, because that’s what she was feeling. She couldn’t imagine how she must look. But if he could pick up on how she felt by how she looked, she wondered what thing he had gone through. 

It was strange, the main reaction she had when she realised she had been seen by someone who knew her was embarrassment.  She found a packet of tissues in her bag and started to wipe the blood away from her eye, recognising Kate Bishop.  She winced at the question, “There’s a lot of people who think this is how mutants should be treated.”  She pushed her hair out of the cut, and grabbed another tissue.  “It happens.”  She tried to shrug it off.  She really didn’t want to be fussed over, even though she knew it was inevitable.

“Oh definitely, I’d like that.”  She really liked that she seemed to have said the right thing here.  She took a bite of her lunch, thinking that if there was one thing she could do, it was offer a bit of guidance.  She knew that a lot of the Avengers hadn’t been into the idea of teenagers putting themselves at risk, but the original group of Young Avengers were older now, and in Jen’s opinion, they were adults from the moment they lost Stature.

Besides, how young did some of the X-Men start?

“Well, I can’t talk about a lot of it, a surprising portion of my work is keeping my mouth shut.  But I have been working a lot with Steve and Tony for something they’ve been trying to pull together.  I’m sure you’ll know about that soon enough.”  She took another bite.  “I also went to pick up your older, but from what I can tell, much less mature counterpart a few days ago.  He’s getting settled into the tower, I don’t expect he’s gotten around to calling people just yet.”

“Well since you are definitely one of the busiest persons I know… and trust me living in the tower has made me rethink my definition of busy” Kate let out a small laugh, “next time you get some free time we could spent a relaxing day out shopping” she said before taking a sip of what was left of her coffee. She was glad the conversation had steered away from the memories of her days as a young avenger. How silly that sounded now, she just realized, the team name itself was a reminder of how everyone saw them. Young. Inexperienced. 

And in the end they had been right. And Kate will never forgive herself. 

She pushed a curtain of red hair away from her eyes with a blue hand, “You’ll probably find there’s always someone awake around here, even at the most ridiculous hours.”  There was a mission any day now, she needed to get all the rest she could but the idea of going into another hydra base was as daunting as she knew it would be satisfying.

“Someone’s had a big night,” she winked, taking a bite of her meal.  When was the last time Raven had gone clubbing?  She was probably still modelling at the time.

She suddenly felt every year of her age.

“I can’t argue with that” Kate said with a smile, she began to mess with the coffee maker, it was then she finally took at good look at the person in the kitchen. Mystique. She was impossible to forget, not only had Kate heard a lot about her, but she remembered seeing her in the news. She never imagined she would find her in the kitchen eating leftovers at three in the morning. “I’m Kate…” she said with a weak smile, “I don’t believe we’ve ran into each other before.”

Kate walked towards the fridge to look for milk or creamer, she wasn’t picky when it came to coffee, she would often take it black but she was craving something sweet. She laughed at Mystiques comment, “yeah… I had some free time, and someone told me that I shouldn’t let this job take over… so I decided to have a little fun… big mistake though, I’m going to be very tired…”

“Oh, Mr. Wilson. Way too formal, I’m a hero just like you; we’re all on the same level,” he gave her hand a shake before gesturing to the chair actross from him. “Nah go right ahead.” He’d heard of Kate Bishop, the Young Avengers had caused some waves with being ‘teenage super heroes’ but if Sam was honest; they were handling themselves pretty damn well. They could do their own thing just like the rest of these people who squeezed themselves into spandex every day to save the world. 

“Yeah I was there,” he nodded, he’d been grounded pretty early on but it didn’t mean he couldn’t kick some Hydra agent’s asses while he was tooling around.  “Ah, no. I wasn’t a SHIELD agent. Cap came to me looking for a place to lay low, it just kind of ended up with me helping out. It was some intense shit,” he tapped the pack before closing the case all together to focus more on the conversation. 

“So just Wilson? Or would you prefer Sam?” Kate asked after shaking his hand. She walked towards the empty seat across from him and pulled the chair before sitting down. She reached for a napkin to make a sort of coaster for her smoothie, “sorry, I just hate leaving rings behind…” she let out a small laugh then took a sip of her drink and placed it down on the table. She was ecstatic to get to meet so many new people, so many cool new people, back when she was part of the young avengers they would all be so thrilled to bump into the superheroes. It took Kate some years to figure out that the best part should’ve been listening to their advice and not wonder at their costumes or weapons.

Jemma shoved the papers back into her bag, knowing she’d have to reorganize it once she got to the Tower. 

“Yes,” she replied, “Well, sort of. I’ve spent most of my life here with schooling and such, but yes, I grew up in England.”

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t about to judge New Yorkers yet. People knock into each everywhere, and I’m sure the person was just in a hurry.” she said with a shrug.

“Oh no, I’m quite alright,” Jemma said with a smile. The girl seemed pleasant enough. But, for all she knew Hydra could have started with some new sort of tactics. Be nice, and then attack, although it didn’t really seem their style.

She honestly did need directions. Her phone’s map system was known to be faulty.

“Could you point me in the direction of Stark Tower? I’m supposed to meet someone near it.” she said.

Kate gave the girl a bright smile, “I’ve only visited London, but it was enough to realize that England is a cool place” she had been very young, and her mother was still alive, her sister still talked to her, England was a happy memory.

“Do you miss it?” Kate asked before being able to stop herself, “sorry I didn’t meant to sound so nosey” she apologized and bit her lip before she asked about the girls family, were they here with her? How young did she came here?

Kate laughed at the girls words and was relieved to hear that she was easy going enough to not jump and judge people right away.

“Are you sure? You didn’t get hurt?” Kate insisted. 

She was getting ready to just leave the girl be and walk away. But part of her still wanted to know why the girl had a SHIELD bag. When the girl finally decided to ask for her help Kate was happy to hear she was going to Stark Tower.

“Yes, of course,” Jemma said with a smile. “No, of course it’s not a problem. It’s nice to have someone to talk to.”

The girl seemed nice enough, so she figured she’d trust her for the moment, “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” She’d faced much worse with SHIELD than just scratches.

Her eyebrows raised at that. Going back? This must be one of Stark’s new recruits. May had mentioned something of the sort. 

“Fantastic. So, it’s not much further, right? I had instructions but the streets are so busy…”

She paused, and then offered her hand, “I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Jemma Simmons.”

“I strangely feel the same way…” Kate told her with a smile, but knew she wasn’t going to actually talk to her, not the way Kate needed. She didn’t want to drag anyone down with her problems.

Kate shifted the books she was carrying so that they rested on her hip, “Good. If anything then they can take a better look at you at the tower.”

“Oh yeah never trust directions when it comes to New York” Kate joke, “it’s just a few more blocks down, I’m glad I have someone to make the trip easy, here’s were I start wondering why I thought I would be a good idea to walk to the bookstore…” she laughed.

The last couple of weeks had been a roller-coaster, in between going after the bad guys, the good guys turned bad, and those who really had no idea if they were going for good or bad, adapting to a new way of life, taking orders and getting missions from the Avengers, and of course making time to go out for brunch with the friends she thought she had left behind at Hawthorne Academy. Kate found herself missing Cassie, she would’ve understood what she was feeling, she always had. Of course Kate was surrounded by super cool ladies, but you don’t just talk about lame stuff with people who are the best of the best in their fields.