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[laviny]

[At some?? Nebulous point in time??? Kate is going to return to her newly renovated and no longer charred apartment to find Yelena organizing her cutlery drawer. Because all of a sudden she has more than one fork.]

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Um. Hello?

[Kate takes off her coat, because she recognizes Yelena, and because she figures that once again if Yelena wanted to kill her, she would have.

And instead, he's playing with the flatware.]

Are you doing my dishes?

[laviny]

No, but I have fixed your cutlery problem.

[Nevermind that Kate didn't seem to see it as a problem.]

I got you a full set. Forks, knives, even spoons.

[targetedbranding]

I don't have a cutlery problem. I had a fork.

[And a spoon too. Probably even like... a butter knife.

Look, Kate gets a lot of takeout.]

So unless someone else is going to be eating here...?

[laviny]

You don’t have a cutlery problem anymore. Because I fixed it.

[She finishes organizing the drawer and turns to look at Kate incredulously.]

A person needs more than one fork, Kate Bishop. Surely someone who grew up in such a fancy house understands the importance of cutlery.

[fourthsaken]

[Jade knew that moving to New York City right after her time at Morning Glory Academy wasn't going to be easy, but she refused to go back to Iowa after surviving murder school. There was no way. She could handle the city. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself. And most days, things are going okay. It's easier than she expected in many ways, but a whole lot harder than she thought in other ways. Today is one of those hard days. A day when her refusal to seem like she's new to the city has her leaning against and building and swearing at a dead phone that holds the route she takes back to her shared apartment as if she could convince it to turn back on...]

Shit. Shit, come on. You can't be doing this right now...

[targetedbranding]

[Kate might not be Hawkeye Hawkeye, but shetries to be observant. That's part of her job, isn't it? If she's going to help people.

Some of it's assessing threats, watching her back.

But some of it's just noticing when people need help.

Like a girl swearing at her phone.]

Hey. Everything okay there? Doesn't look like it's talking back.

[fourthsaken]

[Jade startles, nearly dropping her phone in the process. She eyes the other girl warily, unsure why anyone would stop to speak with her.]

I... Yeah, it's dead. Very dead. Sorry.

[targetedbranding]

I don't know why you're apologizing to me. It's not my phone.

[She looks Jade over.]

I'm Kate. Are you lost or waiting for a call?

[blackstarred]

[She is in New York, but unfortunately it's in Mia Queen business, not Green Arrow business. When it comes to Green Arrow business, at least she can fly under the radar and not have to deal with fancy parties in her father's name. But she's here as herself, and that's a lot more awkward.

She promised her brother she would not break any hands tonight. So she's doing that by texting, which is rude but at least she's got a lot of people who are understanding she's uninterested.]

Feel like target practice later?

[targetedbranding]

Sure thing. I'll be free... uh.

Just about anytime, actually.

[blackstarred]

I have to get through this dumb Queen Consolidated party, but I'll text you when I'm free.

[She's going to have to change - Grandma Moira would not approve of her shooting arrows on a New York roof in this dress. But she's hoping that she'll let her escape soon.]

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Gross. Well, they can't keep you all night.

And if they try to, I can put on a dress and crash.

[endofcompliance]

When Bucky shows up at the place Clint stays in when he's in New York City, he's looking for Clint. How was he to know all of the things currently going on (since he shows up before checking in), and that Clint had left someone in his place.

At least the LARPers are out, at the moment.

He knocks, firmly on the door.

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"Just a minute!" A decidedly not Clint-like voice comes through the door, preceding the sound of boots thumping on the floor.

Kate opens the door, words coming out of her mouth before she even sees who's standing there.

"Sorry, the app said you wouldn't be here for another seven min—oh, whoa. You are not my sandwich."

[endofcompliance]

Bucky's eyes narrow a little when he sets eyes on Kate - she looks a little young to be Clint's mistress (he's not here to judge, but wow).

"And you're not Barton," he says back, tone a little rigid.

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"Kate Bishop. Clint is sort of like my partner." It's still new, and Kate feels a swell of pride as she says it. "Actually, we're both Hawkeye now."

Her moment of optimism falls though.

"He's not here right now. I can take a message?"

[thehawkinhisnest]

[Does it count as breaking into an apartment if he's been there before and is a (hopefully) welcome guest? Probably, especially since he came in through the window.]

[Why he came in through the window is anyone's guess and has nothing at all to do with the fact that he was slipping a tail, shhhhh.]

[He's trying to be quiet about it, considering it's very late (or very early, depending on who you ask). It is definitely not his fault that you haven't done your dishes, Kate, and therefore he manages to knock over a cup sitting next to the sink.]

Shit.

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—I'm up!

Kate wakes all of the sudden from where she dozed off on the couch, casting around before she's fully even processed that she is awake.

Then she sees Clint and her brows scrunch in a frown.

Did you just break my cup?

[She only has the one.]

[thehawkinhisnest]

[Kate's outburst startles Clint all over again, and he goes still, eyes wide and shoulders slightly hunched like he's a cat that's just been caught doing something he shouldn't.]

Um...

[He turns to look down at the cup and then back up at Kate, mouth pressed into a chagrinned line now.]

Yes. Sorry.

[targetedbranding]

Now I need a new cup.

[Clearly she has the best priorities when she's just waking up.

A beat late, she asks:]

Why are you coming in through the window?

lmk if this works?

[starlingroad]

[Maybe it's because she's, yet again, running, or because she still does need to perfect her powers, but America doesn't actually mean to punch a hole in space and end up...in some poor person's apartment. She has no idea what she might be crashing into, either.]

[Strange did say she still always took herself wherever she needed to go, but what could she possibly need from some stranger. She steps into the open space from a bright white star-shaped hole and looks around, baffled, as the dimensional portal vanishes.]

Um.... I don't think I'm supposed to be here....

[What did she interpret, anyway?]

Always!

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[It's not every day a hole opens in your living room. A star-shaped hole. Does that make a difference? Kate's not really sure. It definitely seems weirder, but...

Okay, maybe that's just the surprise talking?

The kid who steps through doesn't seem all that scary, though. So that's a thing.]

Um...

[Setting down a box of Chinese takeout and standing. Get it together, Kate.]

Well, I wasn't expecting anyone. Where were you trying to be? Maybe you... took a wrong turn?

[starlingroad]

Not really thinking about it. [She admits that as she whirls around the room and looks around her to make sure she's not being followed.] Just trying to get away.

Where is here?

[America's eyes land on the Chinese takeout and widen a little as she swallows.]

Are you going to eat all of that?

[targetedbranding]

My apartment. In Manhattan? Where are you trying to be?

[It's pretty clear it's not here.]

All yours—if you tell me who you are and how you got here?