#cptncarter

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄.   kate pulled a few arrows out of her quiver,   quickly aiming at her targets, watching two pin two men to the wall, and the other exploding the other backwards.  thank futz tony’s glitter arrows hadn’t made it into her quiver today.      Still,    she quickly swinged her bow using the metal to knock another out.     her eyes quickly looking towards captain carter.    this was meant to be an EASY mission.   yeah Kate owed Clint an apology.  She had promised that the mission was going to be easy in her note to him (the note she left before leaving without telling him).    the last henchperson had fallen when Kate spoke.  concern was evident.  ❛   they know we’re here ...     maybe this is a trap?   We didn’t set off anything...  ❜

‘ gods, that may be the most garish outfit i’ve ever seen. ’ the brunette speaks, tone hushed as she leans in. her coffee is still warm on the table in front, and her hands wrap around the mug to keep some of that warmth for herself. ‘ who told her that it was a good idea to leave the house like that? ’

  ❝    Hey,  uh,  you  are  old  right?  Not  old  old,  but  uh,  you  were  born  ages  ago.  Can  I  ask  ya  something?    ❞

❝ but...  how did you do that? ❞   it feels like a pretty lame question, considering elsie just watched her do it. an incredible feat of strength like that doesn’t come solely from practice though. it doesn’t seem like it should be physically possible. but she’s grateful. that might have saved her life, after all.

   Sam  had  been  right,  if  there  was  one  reason  to  risk  his  secret  identity,  the  sudden  appearance  of  Captain  Carter  was  it.

         ❝ you need to let me walk out of here. ❞   she doesn’t want to hurt anyone, and she doesn’t want to get hurt either. it’s not like she enjoys that  ( as much as she does the danger anyways ). but the golden object clutched to her chest by one hand is too precious to give up without a fight.   ❝ i’m trying to save you. all of you. ❞