For a moment she says nothing, just watching him as he tries to unravel this riddle she's still waiting to slip off the tip of his tongue. But Kaz falls silent. His words take her aback to a time when things where simpler, when criminals were bad guys and heroes simply saved the day. Back when Kate would break the law thinking those little transgressions meant nothing. She had a goal to meet. She was looking forward to save the day. To one day follow Clint's massive footsteps, filling those soles an inch at a time.
But the future didn't bring her closer to fighting aliens or saving the city. Those petty crimes she commited became actual robbery and even assault. But its all about saving the underdog, isn't it? The underdogs that are now her family. These days she faces even worse criminals than the street gangs she used to fight.
Vigilante or thief, she's been someone fit for the Dregs for longer than she realized.
"Is there a question somewhere in there?" Amusement is obvious in her voice as the meaning of Kaz's words that, ironically, it catches her just around the corner, right as she teases him. She was so distracted by what her own definition of 'fighting for' is that she almost misses what she's got right under her nose.
Her hand, tucked against her shoulder, is inches away from Kaz's.
"You're not alone in this fight, you know?" She points out, only now realizing for how long she's been by herself without realizing it. Even in the most traditional sense of the word, she's been going out there in the night alone, Clint's lessons coming from calls as he enjoyed his retirement with his family.
It's been a long time since she's put a face to something worth fighting for.
Tipping the back of her hand towards his shoulder, she softly carresses it with her knuckles.
"I can be a total idiot sometimes. But I swear to you, there's nothing I want more than to stay here, by your side."
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Date: 2025-04-01 12:50 pm (UTC)But the future didn't bring her closer to fighting aliens or saving the city. Those petty crimes she commited became actual robbery and even assault. But its all about saving the underdog, isn't it? The underdogs that are now her family. These days she faces even worse criminals than the street gangs she used to fight.
Vigilante or thief, she's been someone fit for the Dregs for longer than she realized.
"Is there a question somewhere in there?" Amusement is obvious in her voice as the meaning of Kaz's words that, ironically, it catches her just around the corner, right as she teases him. She was so distracted by what her own definition of 'fighting for' is that she almost misses what she's got right under her nose.
Her hand, tucked against her shoulder, is inches away from Kaz's.
"You're not alone in this fight, you know?" She points out, only now realizing for how long she's been by herself without realizing it. Even in the most traditional sense of the word, she's been going out there in the night alone, Clint's lessons coming from calls as he enjoyed his retirement with his family.
It's been a long time since she's put a face to something worth fighting for.
Tipping the back of her hand towards his shoulder, she softly carresses it with her knuckles.
"I can be a total idiot sometimes. But I swear to you, there's nothing I want more than to stay here, by your side."