85/Shocking Turn of Events

Shocking Turn of Events
Date of Scene:	23 February 2020
Location:	Midtown
Synopsis:	The shocking conclusion was Hawkeye didn't tell Kate to stop. Hell he lent her the name, trick arrows to learn how to use, and offered to train her so she doesn't make the mistakes he did. Shockingly Irresponsible? Shockingly Responsible? You be the Judge!
Cast of Characters:	Kate Bishop, Clint Barton

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Kate Bishop has posed:
Social media picks up on it first of course, in the era of smartphones and instant communication it should surprise no one. The news media starts to pick it up slower, once the fight has been raging for a little while as they scramble to get a helicopter or van to the scene.

The scene in question is a bank robbery, shockingly close to Stark Tower actually. The culprit is one Herman Schultz, aka the Shocker, a fairly d-list villain with some impressive hardware though. His escape with his stolen money has been slowed to a halt by a battle with Teen Hawkeye which is the painful current hashtag.

Right now they are at a bit of a stalemate though. One of Herman's Vibro-Shock gauntlets is sparking and out of commission with an arrow stuck in it (and into his arm). He also isn't running anywhere fast with the arrow in his thigh.

Kate meanwhile is pinned down behind a delivery truck that was vibrated onto it's side, waiting for an opening to try to knock out his other gauntlet. The problem is after the first one, he has been really fast to put up a vibro-shock shield to deflect her arrows.

Also she is going to be feeling this battle tomorrrow, a few cuts on her cheek from glass exploding like shrapnel annd a whole lot of battery under her costume armor since be damned if vibrations don't give a crap about ballistic armor.

Maybe if she tries to angle a shot off that lamp post, god she needs trick arrows. That or Ironheart right about now.

Clint Barton has posed:
No Ironheart today, but there is a guy with a bunch of tick arrows handy: Hawkeye. Or is it Adult Hawkeye now? Who knows either way he'd been on the trail of his teen counterpart since her team up with Ironheart hit the news and so when the battle with Elektro started trending he headed in the direction of Midtown.

Arriving on a rooftop he's got his full Avengers kit on today, cowl, quivver and all the rest, as he surveys the scene.

"Holy shit, kid took out one of his guantlets,' he says from his perch as he fires off an arrow.

The shield eats it for lunch.

"Nice," Clint says then glancing to where Kate is crouched, he smiles, wondering if the kid will see the opening he was hoping to make, as he fires a smoke arrow into the shield setting it off and hopefully bringing the D-Lister's attention his way.

"Yo, Shocker, two words for you pal, Urban Dictionary, you got to look up your codename man."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Poor Shocker, mistaken for other crappy villains like Elektro. Though to be fair Elektro on a bad day is way better at crime and much more dangerous than Herman is on his best day.

The first arrow from another angle surprises Herman and he is about to look around when the second one explodes with smoke and causes him to start coughing. He stumbles out of the expanding smoke cloud and raises his last gauntlet up towards the roof Hawkeye is insulting him from. "How.. did you get up.. there!?" one would think someone who often tangles with Spider-Man would be use to heroes popping up all over the battlefield, though you would think very wrong.

The opening is definitely something to be taken advantage of, though for a moment there she stares up at Hawkeye on the roof. Holy crap. Hawkeye. The real adult Hawkguy.

Oh right.

She rolls out behind the tipped over delivery van and aims carefully while he is focused on blasting Hawkeye's perch. Can't do the whole shield and vibro-sonic blasts at the same time sucker, though the waves headed in that direction make it hard for anything to fly right at him. Of course right now Kate isn't getting the brunt of those vibrations which means her arrow sails right into the back of his shoulder of his good gauntlet arm with a very meaty thunk, causing his arm and aim to jerk and then fall useless for the time being.

Poor Herman "AWwwgh.. " and many expletives.

Clint Barton has posed:
Wait? Was that guy Shocker? Damn it, he can never keep these futzing D-listers straight. Regardless, the guy turns one of those vibro blasts his way, which was what he wanted.

Well sort of. The guy weilding those blasters may be a joke but the blasts they sent out weren't.

Even though Clint doesn't have the breath to spare to answer Herman's question, he ends up demonstrating by way of escaping the crumbling masonry of that rooftop. He takes a running leap off the building then fires off a grapple arrow in mid flight as the vibro-sonic blast rips past him. The arrow and it's ultra light StarkTech (tm) cable trailing out behind it until it laches onto a building and pulls taut letting Clint swing down to the street, rolling to cut down on the impact of the fall. Still that was going to hurt in the morning. But then what didn't in this game.

"Yo, whoever you are, we got you two to one, unless you wan to go to jail looking like a pin cushion, give up like a good boy. Heck they've probably kept your cell warm since the last time someone took you down," Clint asks as he brings up his bow and gives poor Herman a big grin. "You got 3...2...1..."

As he counts his eyes shoot over to Kate, watching what she does, superheroing was like jazz, you had to learn to read the people you were jamming with and figure out when to improvise.

Kate Bishop has posed:
These D-Listers are pretty forgetable but they are a good way to cut your teeth, sort of the training wheels of the villain world.

Herman bites down on the pain long enough to gasp a breath and not just use it for swearing about the prediciment. He raises his sparking gauntlet arm, his other isn't really all that mobile with the arrow in his shoulder joint there.

Kate isn't holding still though, as far as she is concerned it might be some sort of trick since one of those gauntlets is still legit capable of blasting. She uses Hawkeye's continued distraction and countdown as a distraction quickly closing the distance between her and Herman. The bow is slung away and in her hands are a couple batons that look like they are patterned after Bobbi Morse's really. Skidding to a stop she uses her momentum to smack one of them into the back of his knees forcing him down onto said knees while the other strikes out and smacks the working gauntlet.

Which honestly she was doing so well until she did that. IT definitely disables his gauntlet but it does so with an explosive FFFHWWOOOMPH that launches her pinwheeling back in the air and sends Herman spinning like a top.

Kate crunches into the window of a parked car and thinks about her sins.

Herman just keeps spinning around unconcious right now, the gauntlet giving the occasional THROWMPH to keep him moving.

All on social media folks.

Clint Barton has posed:
When the batons come out Clint try's to shake his head to warn her off, but all that does is have Herman turn at the last monent which forces the issue. Then FWOOMPH Kate's down, Herman's down, and Clint's on his butt. All on social media.

*SIGH*

Not letting his thoughts linger on that he's back on his feet and running to Kate, pausing only long enough to take pity on Herman and putty arrow him to the ground so he stops spinning like that.

'

Reaching the car, Clint retracts his bow, tucking it away before offering Kate a hand up. "Hey, I'm Hawkeye, nice to meet you," he says head turning at tfhe sound of sirens coming. "Wanna get out of here and let the cops deal with this? I think you and I need a chat."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate groans lightly as she lays there partially embedded in the safety glass of the Honda's front window. She looks up to Hawkeye though through one good and one shattered sunglass lens. Staring quietly and trying very hard to not wheeze a bit there as she breaths through her nose heavier.

She unclenches the batons that she somehow kept a death grip on and gingerly moves to slide them into the thigh holster before offering her now free hand to Clint for a hands up.

Oh god everything hurts, therei s a very faint noise but she muscles along admirably. This is a lot worse than even her black belt test was and she puked at the end of that. "Right.. cops can handle it... we need to chat?" she frames it as a question but really it doesn't exactly surprise her though, I mean after those Young Avenger headlines and variety of trademark violating pundits and hashtags.....

Clint Barton has posed:
Looking at Kate, Clint can practically feel her pain, he's been the one picking himself out of a car windshield after being thrown there by some monumental force or landing after a bone shattering fall. It wasn't fun.

When his hand is taken he tries to pull her up as gently as possible, taking a moment to take in her gear and costume as he does. It was surprisingly good, clearly she had a bit of money to sink into this... hobby? Calling? Tactical cosplay?

"Yeah, definitely need to chat, but don't worry left the Avengers' copyright lawyers at home, you able to walk? My ride's parked a couple streets over."

Kate Bishop has posed:
It is a pretty sharply designed costume all said, good aesthetic and clearly a homage to the person pulling her out of the car window. The quality of the gear definitely shows some clear money and forethought, professional marksman bow of a custom design but not cool and collapsible. Those leathers are definitely a synthetic armor of some sort as well not off the shelf.

All said, not tactical cosplay, and too much work for a hobby. Either a calling or a trap for the Avengers clearly

"Well.. that is good... I really don't like dealing with lawyers." how many has she encountered, she looks about sixteen or so at this range. Once on her feet she moves gingerly for a moment then nods "I can walk, my bike isn't too far away either.... could follow you somewhere?" she isn't trying to ditch him though, she doesn't think she is in any shape to try to give an Avenger with probably backup the slip right now.

Clint Barton has posed:
Yeah... if this isn't a trap then it's clear this is more than a lark to his Minnie-Me, when he tries to calculate how much all the stuff has to cost his brain just returns: lots.

His brow raises at the lawyers comment but as the sirens get closer he decides it's a question for later rather than now... as to rides...

"Mine's hard to follow, know Angelo's Pizza in Brooklyn? Meet you there in about an hour, alright?" Clint says, trusting Kate wasn't just going to rabbit on him in the interval.

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate rolls her shoulders a bit, there are a couple of pop noises as she tries to work a kink out while she listens to Hawkeye talk about a Pizza joint. "I don't but I can use the internet." amusement in her tone, yeah a tinge of sass there.

"Sounds good though I'll see you there." now of course she is wondering what kind of ride she turned down really if it is hard to follow. I mean she is pretty good on her bike. "Actually I mean... I could take the ride and just come back for my bike later. It should be fine." okay she is quite curious once she pieced that part of it together there. "Could use the ride time to clean some glass out of my face really..."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint rolls his eyes at the sass. "Wow you really are Mini-Me," he says with a shake of his head. That was the sort of crap he'd have thrown at Tony or Cap.

The sirens were getting closer, time to make a call.

"Actually, grab your bike, and meet me lot three blocks over and we'll deal with things there, you'll know which lot, it's the one with the quinjet," he says with a bit of a smile. Hey sometimes you just had to fllex. "Now let's get going." He turns to run off in the direction of his 'ride'.

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate's eyes narrow, including the one that probably will end up being a black eye behind her shattered sunglass lens. That mini-me comment. Really. "Do I look like a midget here..." she mutters as he runs off. Though she does absolutely watch which way he is going.

"Also he is an Avenger... I doubt the cops would arrest him. I bet he doesnt' want to do paperwork."

Anyhow Kate turns and runs in a different direction to get her bike.

She absolutely wants to see a quinjet up close though so it does't take too long for a sleek dark purple bike, it looks pretty fast, to pull into the lot with the Quinjet. Kate's gear is stowed in the satchels on the bike, a helmet on her head helping with the whole anonimity thing.

Clint Barton has posed:
Yeah it was mostly the paperwork and also not wanting to answer too many questions about the 'Young Avenger' involved for a lot of reasons the biggest of them being he didn't know all that much to begin with.

All the same when Kate rolls up on her bike there is an honest to god quijet parked in that lot with the ramp down waiting for her. It's one of the Avenger's models, by the logos and the paint job, it's brighter and less menacing than a lot of the SHIELD models. Having chased away the kids that had gathered outfront snapping pictures before Kate arrived, Clint waves her inside. "Drive on in and we'll get on the way."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Well it definitely is a step up from a white van with 'free candy' written on the side, but for a superhero fan girl it is just about as bad.

Kate shifts her weight and carefully drives the bike up onto the quinjet, sliding up the ramp and into the small cargo area. Kicking down the kickstand she moves off the bike and eases off her helmet, dropping it onto the handlebar as she slowly looks around one of these things from the inside.

She is definitely going to have a shiner and probably does need to remove some glass from her face but those bright blue eyes are soaking everything in intensely right now distracted by the quinjet. The broken glasses tucked away somewhere so nothing obscuring her face now "Okay. This is pretty cool." she admits with the tone only a teenager can manage.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint can't help but stop and enjoy Kate's reaction, it's not often he gets to show one of these things off to someone who's going to be /that/ impressed by it, so he gladly soaks up that enthusiasm for a few moments.

"Right?" he says of the place, and it was pretty damn cool, a technical wonderland, of various gadgets and do-dads, plus there were the little touches, like hey were those shades left by Tony Stark? And just the fact the Avengers rode in this thing, stood where she's standing.

Yeah definitely bait for any fan of the team.

"Anyhow grab a seat and we'll get moving," he says as he moves up to the front, and starts getting the jet in the air. "So, what do I call you?" he asks as the VTOL engines begin to kick in causing the jet to rumble and rise.

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate fishes up those shades and looks them over wondering if these are really a pair of the classic Tony Stark shades. They are pretty iconic, turning them over curious in her hands. She pauses looking around and then moves over to grab a seat and cinch herself into the safety straps because last thing she wants is to fly into a wall and add bruises onto her bruises.

"I...." she trails off and frowns darkly. "Yeah I don't have a good name yet... people just keep piling bad nicknames onto me... Teen Hawk.. Purple Archer.. Green Arrow.. I mean really my costume is purle.. one person called me Speedy for some reason... Hawkgirl which I think is actually a JLA member isn't it..." she isn't positive they broke up like ages ago in teen years. The dawn of the mezzazoic really. "Anyhow.. bit of creative lockup there."

Today's outing brought to you by #TeenHawkeye

Clint Barton has posed:
The definitely have the right look to be Tony's and definitely look expensive enough, and once Clint sees Kate is strapped in, he gets them going, turning the jet north and laying on the throttle to get some distance from the city. It was always a mess flying over New York, and there were no good spots to land and chat there.

"It's tough settling on one, I just went with Hawkeye because the guy who taught me called me that, on account of being from Iowa," Clint explains. "Wasn't sure about it at the time but it grew on me." Though he can't help but frown and glance back, "And really, Speedy?" he shakes his head. "And yeah Hawkgirl is in the Justice League, no relation."

"So, still working on the name, definitely have the gear, gotta ask, what made you pick this of all things to do with your life?"

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate slips the glasses on. "Biometrics mismatch .. access denied?" she muses outloud before taking them back off and looking them over again brow furrowed. Well I mean Mr. Stark definitely has some high tech toys. Wonder how that is going to work out with the whole running for president business which is pretty startling really. Wonder how Ironheart took that news conference bit or if the other teen even watches TV.

"Really it... is because of Iowa not because you have the vision and precision of a hawk or some bird of prey?" she asks incredulously there some definite illusions being shattered with a side order of skeptical teen thinking he may be just jerking her around there. "That... is kind of lame." she notes seriously.

"Oh.. uh.." she frowns a little. "I want to help people and .. well someone has to do something. So many poeple just .. sort of stand by and watch.. or film it for social media I guess... but don't act." she has a smartphone in her hands already, teenagers. "Teen Hawkeye... oh come on... why is it always either sexist or agist... why not just Hawkeye and play on the confusion you uncreative jerks..."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint glances back at the biometrics comment, "Oh yeah, those are Tony's, must have left them in here, careful with those they probably cost more than all our kit combined," he warns good naturedly, as he gets them out of the city, and starts setting them down on a bit of greenspace by the ocean. Nobody around for gawking and posting on social media here.

"Yeah, it's hella lame, and a bit of a football reference, but I was a kid and looked up to the jerk so I went with it, but really it can mean whatever you want it to mean," he says of his codename.

"I can respect that, just get fed up with people sitting on their asses or you have one of those defining moment kind of deals?" Clint asks her focus on the controls. Though he smiles, "Is that what they're going with? You're right calling us both Hawkeye would be better than that."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate carefully leans and sets those glasses back down over on the seat she found them on before leaning back and tightening the harness again. She peers out the window. "You aren't taking me to some puppy farm upstate where I'll never be seen or heard from again are you?" only mildly concerned but hiding it with a good deal of sass. "I mean.. this looks like a good spot for that.. or the world's most deadly game stuff." yeah okay she doesn't get out of the city much really.

She pops her neck. Definitely will be booking time with a sports medicine trainer and masseuse later. For now though she just pops a couple NSAIDs into her mouth and swallows. "I would go with eyes like a hawk then and never tell the football story again... do something like.. sharp talons like your arrows or such."

"I mean.. does everyone have to have a defining moment... or something. Was yours a championship football game?" pause a beat "I'm sure my therapist has some commentary if she knew what I was doing right now but it is a bit personal." another glance out the window. "Yeah Teen Hawkeye.. ugn..." more than a smidhe thoughful though due to your last words. "Hey where do you get those trick arrows?"

Clint Barton has posed:
The jet sets down softly, and Clint hehs, "Nah, nothing like that, Old Yeller," he says as he powers down the jet. "It's just super hard to park this thing in city limits without getting a crowd around it in about 30 seconds. Figured if we're going to talk shop better not to do it on the Twitter trending page."

He unbuckles himself from the pilot's seat and comes round to the back leaning against the wall of the jet. "I'll take that under advisement," he says about his codename story.

As for defining moments? "Most people, yeah, I mean what we do is insane, you know that right? Usually takes something to kind of push you past the whole self-preservation barrier," he says matter-of-factly. "And nah, mine was more of a slow burn, the guys who taught me both turned out to be assholes and I ended up taking them both down years apart, it wasn't until after the second one I realized this is what I should be doing. Anyhow, share or don't share it's all good, mostly making conversation and trying to figure out what you're doing this for."

"Ugh," he says again about the name. He digs into a pounch on his belt and pulls out his phone to check Twitter. "Yeah that is pretty bad... oh god there's one with you and those sicks where they're calling you Hawkingbird..." he shakes his head, "Well that's got to stop," he punches some keys and replies to that Tweet with:

@AvengersHawkeye (V): @Superherofan2912 Guys, her name's Hawkeye too, like the football team.

He looks up from his phone and grins, then carrying on like that just didn't happen he says, "Oh, the arrows? Make em myself mostly."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate unbuckles the harness and eases up to her feet. Sitting without stretching out or soaking in a hto tub was probably a mistake. She is valiently trying to hide how stiff she is going to be after having a filing vibrated out of her molar in the encounter with the Shocker.

"I mean.. I like Twitter okay but they are not kind most days to people..." trailing off at explanation of how he got into it there. "That makes sense. I mean it wasn't like there were superheroes all over back in your day." okay how old does she think he is, probably ancient. "Part of it.. well you saved my life during the whole invasion a couple of years ago. The Avengers were all there but you shot that frost giant in the eye and saved my freshman class field trip.. me included. It was epic!" which may explain the homage. The therapist comment does indicate there may be more to it.

Also for a teenager she is creepy good with those Hawkingbird sticks and that bow.

"Oh come on now!" at the Hawkingbird announcement. "I mean... I .. " breath Kate "I thought it would be a good idea to have backup in case my bow was disarmed or it was too close to engage.. I mean.. Mockingbird is cool and the batons as far as I could tell are perfect for Escrima fighting." which is very true and the form she was using. Good eye if she picked up all that. "and.. I mean I have a sword.." point. "Why not Hawksword." pause "Strike that.. definitely never want to see that trending."

"Ugn." then she catches up with the conversation "No kidding?.. I mean.. I figured Stark made them for you or something.. crap.. I was going to ask Ironheart to help me... because right now all the arrows I have cause grevious injuries.. which is a good crime deterent but.."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint smirks and shakes his head moving over to pull down one of the jump seats to sit as they talk. "Wait, I'm not that old, we had the Fantastic Four back then, jeeze," he says with a laugh, before taking another look at Kate. "Broken down bus, right? Down by the Federal Hall?" he says seeming to remember the incident, but a bunch of giants and elves attacking New York tends to be pretty memorable. "You were there?"

Pieces begin to come together, yes, there's the counselling thing that's still a question mark but there's also: "Wait that was like two years ago, you telling me that's when you started training?" not sure if there was something else going on or if she was just that good.

There's a nod for the batons, "Yeah, they're pretty great, so's Mockingbird by the way," he says figuring while he was giving doing Avengers True Story time he might as well embrace it. "And yeah, no Hawksword please, the rest of the team reads Twitter, they'd never let me live that down."

"Well, Stark helps me maufacture them now, but I used to machine them all by hand, which was a pain in the ass, still make my own prototypes though," he says before he's back on his feet again, going to a compartment where he had some arrows pre-assembled. "I hear you about the standard arrows, the whole grevious injury thing is why I started looking into making trick arrows to begin with." He pulls out some of the arrows and brings them over. "No explosive ones, but we've got a Taser, a putty, and a net arrow there if you want a look."

Kate Bishop has posed:
"Well I mean.. it isn't like the JLA and then you all... that was just like four people. Sure they inspired me too when I was seven and they fought Doom but.. then boom... Justice League!" which probably does nothing to make Clint feel any younger.

"I was there yeah... class trip to the museum that did not end well. I mean .. that Giant didn't eat us though so it went well in the end.. could have very much done worse..."

The million dollar question. "I mean.. yes and no..." she hedges "I've been shooting a bow since I was a kid at camp mostly... and I started training in martial arts about five years ago.." dark note there but she moves on like it is nothing. "Pretty good with a few styles but I'm just.. I don't know.. good with a bow." she mmms "I really started practicing for this though after the Giant..." good with a bow and summer camp doesn't really do what she was doing out there justice. She is either lying or naturally gifted.

"Okay yeah so we are in agreement no Hawksword. At least I didn't try to incporate a whip into my gear kit right..." .. .... then she makes grabby hands at the trick arrows. "Definitely!" enthused as she plucks them out of his hands and starts to turn them over studying them critically. Engineering is not her skill but she has a very sharp eye. "Interrrresting.. how do you make the bow collapsable?"

Clint Barton has posed:
Yeah, so very much not helping with feeling old. Gawd. He wasn't even 30 yet.

"Yeah I find not getting eaten is key to a good outing really," he says wryly before adding on a more serious note, "Glad I was able to help you guys." There's a hint in his tone he doesn't usually get to see this side of the hero game, the people he's helped, saved even if you want to be all dramatic about it.

"Must have been a hell of a camp," Clint observes, "Between the shots today and the one from the video the other day that first one off the bike where you got the guy in the shoulder?" he says. "That's better than summer camp shooting," he chuckles. "Hell I figure you probably made a couple shooters from the Olympic team quit after all of that."

At the mention of the bow he produces his, going over what exactly he and SHIELD did to make it break down like it does. "Anyhow, wish I could take the whole credit there some of that has to go to R&D at SHIELD. The arrows are all me though, if you want some of the less lethal ones, I can put together a quivver of them for you, not a problem."

Kate Bishop has posed:

This is not at all how the scenario went in her head. I mean hell she figured that the Avengers would be hella pissed about her and Ironheart and that whole #YoungAvengers business from the armored car job. What she absolutely didn't expect was someone showing her a QuinJet and then their trick arrows and their cool bow from SHIELD of all places.

I mean Clint is a lot cooler than Captain America when it comes ... okay maybe it is a questionable ethics thing not a cool thing. Either way if she knew more about the real people the Avengers are this might all make more sense and be more predictable. Still gift horse. Mouth.

"Eh it was okay." about the camp as she peers at the bow now still holding the arrows. "The counselor who ran the Archery activity always did say I had a good eye for it... heh... well I mean.. I'm not trying out for that team so they should probably count themselves lucky I guess." yeah the compliment definitely has her grinning though.

Of course then the next distraction, the bow. "That is.. very clever." she wonders if she could get someone to make her a bow like that. The arrows dip up and then her smartphone is back out >click<. Which is almost dropped along with a putty arrow which would be sad for everyone involved "Really!?" about the quiver of less lethal arrows, big eyes.

Clint Barton has posed:
Sure there was a bit of questionable ethics in how easily Clint was taking all of this, there was also a lot of having tried the solo vigilante thing before and failed utterly. And really what right did he have to stand there in his own costume and tell someone costumed crime fighting wasn't a good idea?

"Probably should, if we ever joined the rest of them would be out of a job," he says about the Olympic archery team with a grin, before circling back to the whole camp and archery thing. "You've got more than an eye for it," Clint assures her. "I've known a lot of archers in my time and only the best can do what you do with that little training."

Clint is halfway reaching for the putty arrow before Kate steadies it, "Yeah, for real. Like I said get them made for me now, I've got a ton, so might as well share the wealth," he says. "One condition though, I get to check in on you once and awhile. Not, like, tell you what to do check in but you know, hang out, answer any questions give some pointers, that sort of thing. I figure, given how much you've sunk into this right now," he nods at her suit and her bike. "Nothing I'm going to say is going to change your mind and hell, I am not sure I want to change your mind, so figure might as well pass on what I know so you don't end up making the same mistakes as I did starting out."

Kate Bishop has posed:
"It .. hasn't felt like that little." she has been working god awful hard for the last couple years to be ready for this. Thing is, that isn't enough time and Clint was rightto call her out on that. She considers aht arrows when he says he will share the wealth with the trick arrows. "That is so epic."

Then he says on one condition and she gets a bit wary. But she hears him out and blinks a couple of times. "Well not like he will miss it." in reference to the whole sunk cost into her operation. Ah Teenagers. "I..." she furrows her brow a bit "That sounds fantastic. You just want to check in on me and ... like train me... hell yeah. Also putty arrows for sure." she waggles the putty arrow, much better grip now.

"No royalties?" she jokes, like they get paid. Well actually Clint might by SHIELD. Also does he have any endorsement deals. One wonders. Cap only does PSAs.

Clint Barton has posed:
"I bet," Clint says about the training she's done feeling like a lot more than it was. "It always feels like that, my old mentors used to have me work eight hours a day when I was kid to get all the skills they wanted me to learn under my belt, and then I had to help with shows and fix rides during the evening too," he stretches his muscles feeling sore from the memory of those days. "Anyhow it always felt like a lot until I couldn't make a shot then it felt like it was nothing at all."

"Hey, like I said, no problem. I can show you how to make some of the basic ones too if you want, the ones that don't require a line on electronics straight from Stark Industries," he says before nodding. "Yeah, that's basically the deal, I come by train you, help out with gear, and basically make you as badass as you can be, and all you have to do is accept some free arrows and listen to be talk about back in the day."

He chuckles at the royalties question, "Nah, Avengers policy can't cash in on my name, so might as well use it too, because we sure as hell can't count on Twitter to give you a good one... Hawkingird..." he shakes his head.

Kate Bishop has posed:
"That is a really bad codename." she shakes her head in mild disbelief. "I mean.. Hawks are birds.. it just doesn't work at all."

The whole codename Hawkeye thing hasn't really sunk in at all yet. She figures you are just being rambly. It will sink in later when she catches up with social media and your official account setting off a small firestorm.

"That sounds great.. I have no idea why I would even say no. I mean getting trained by an Avenger seems like a good way to not make a horrible mistake and get hospitalized or die...." of course no garrauntees and she better not be jinxing herself.

Clint Barton has posed:
She /definitely/ better not be jinxing herself, Clint doesn't want a dead proto-protoge on his conscience. "And yeah, it's funny that's about all I can say for it," Clint says of 'Hawkingbird'. When it's clear the thing about the codename hadn't clicked yet, he adds, "I'm sure something better will come along."

"Definitely try to avoid all the hospitals and dying part, I've tried the first can vouch for it being no fun and the second doesn't look so great either," he says with a wry smile. "So, it sounds like we have a deal then," he says and he reaches into a pouch to produce a burner phone he prepped for this occasion. "Not sure if you want to be calling me from your own phone or not so I took the liberty of setting this one up with my number, you can use it to get in touch any time," he tosses it to her. "Other than that I think we've reached the question and answer portion of the program," he looks to Kate to see if she had any.

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate reaches out and takes the burner phone. She looks it over and then slips it into one of the pouches she has on. "That works. I mean.. I am ninety percent certain at this point you all could find me with or without my phone number but may as well use this so no one anywhere gets suspicious." like her parent in case he has someone audit her cellphone.

"Questions.... is Mr. Stark really running for president?" pause "Is Ironheart going to get in trouble with Stark.... Are any of the other Avengers going to flip out about IH and I and the whole Young Avengers thing the press seems to have latched onto?" these so far are all good questions. "Are you sure it is a hard no on the explosive arrows?" a grin, she may be jerking you around. "Lets see... you all wouldn't no a teen hulk or thor or cap would you to round out your YA team." Kate is amused it could also stand for Young Adult.

Clint Barton has posed:
It was true, they could figure out who she was without all of that, and he had thought about coming at her that way, but he figured this one was better, and certainly more likely to engender some trust. "Cool," he says about the phone. "Then you now have a better line to the Avengers than 99% of the rest of the world."

As for the questions Clint chuckles, "Yes and we're all in disbelief as well. Possibly? He's real touchy about people getting anywhere close to replicating his armour, he's seen what his tech can do in the wrong hands and isn't looking for a repeat, that said, Tony's, Tony, if this Ironheart has some real chops he might help them out, either way, it's probably best if you tell them to find Stark before Stark finds them," he says before frowning "What was the last thing? Oh right the Young Avengers thing? That's more the media's thing than you guys so it's fine, besides the team is a little wrapped up in Tony's announcement right now, So you've got a bit of breathing room."

Kate Bishop has posed:
"Okay cool. If I see her again I'll let her know." at least she is pretty sure IH is a girl. Not positive though because speech modulation is totally a thing. Also she has no idea Stark already found Riri and dealt with it. It isn't bad advice though from Barton.

"I guess my only other question is when we can do the training montage that hopefully requires less wax." yeah she did a real retro callback there. But she did say she took a lot of martial arts, it is a dojo classic. "And.. definitely not now.. I need to take some painkillers.. do some first aid still.. and soak in a whirlpool."

Clint Barton has posed:
Barton had no idea either, hell he'd met Riri but didn't clue in that she and Ironheart were one and the same he just figured she was one of his rotating interns from his company, albiet stranger than normal.

Clint laughs, "Damn and here I thought I was going to get the quinjet a waxing out of this whole deal," he says with a theatrical roll of his eyes. "And I'd say, get your self sorted out from today and then give me a call, provided the world isn't ending we should be able figure out a training session or two coming up."

He pushes up to his feet looking to get back to the pilot's chair, "But for now, how about I drop you off back in the city so you can get on to feeling less like you were hit by a truck?"

Kate Bishop has posed:
Yeah she definitely doesn't give up the sampler back of three arrows, but she does not death grip onto his bow or swipe Stark's glasses. Even if hers do need to be replaced now. At least these were just ballastic material not her nightvision ones.

"That.. sounds like a fantastic plan." she does poke around while he gets it going again, looking for any clever minifridge with water. Which she takes to sit and take some more NSAID. Then she kicks back and yeah at this point today she naps on the way back to the city. It has been a long week.