America Chavez is the medic to the multiverse! (multiversemedic) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-02-12 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | hawkeye (kate), miss america |
[Log/Thread] Never be a winner if you're not in the game~
Characters: America Chavez & Kate Bishop
Location: One of Kate’s offices
Timeline: BACKDATED - Jan 28th, 2016
Description: Work.
Rating: PG-13 (For America's mouth)
Status: Incomplete (additional interaction to be threaded)
It was interesting to consider where America had come to find herself now. Would she have expected to go through all of the mess, drama and bullshit that she actually had over the course of the last nearly six years when she'd arrived in this universe? No. Not in the least. There was no way the bruiser could have predicted that she'd land in a foreign universe, fall in love, graduate high school, use her skills and powers to knock people around for a living, joined a couple groups, make a solid set of friends, learn how to kick and punch through the fucking boundaries of universes, have half her relationships go to shit, just to have them be able to be worked out, and the ups and downs of learning how to navigate all of that mess, and then - in some weird way - commit herself to this universe. This Earth, where everyone she had made cohesive bonds with lived, and started trying to settle herself into this world in whatever ways she could find.... Yet, here she was. And where was here? Well, at this moment, it was in one of Kate's offices that stored some paperwork for the private eye side business that her hetero life mate ran. Eyes narrowed at the paperwork she'd been mulling over before America sighed the toothpick between her lips being shifted around. There was a brief pause then the tank leaned back in the chair in which she sat as fingers laced behind her head and America's gaze rose towards the ceiling. This case was an ongoing one, messy. One she didn't like. Though admittedly, she tended not to like most of these cases. Her jobs were always easier when it meant she just had to go in and punch someone in the fucking face, or threaten to remove their heads, or.... Something. However, regular work was part of cementing her commitment to staying in this universe. Another part was paying rent on an apartment that she had a lease on. A fucking six month lease (which was half over...) with option to renew for a year after the initial six month trial period had concluded.... How fucking weird was that? America couldn't recall the last time she'd had a long term lease on an apartment.... Then there was actually getting enrolled in college classes... And.... Okay, this shit was weird. And here she was. Frowning America retrieved her phone and checked it for new messages. None. Well... Thumbs tapped out a message to Kate - 'At the office. Bring Korean BBQ.'- Before sending. There was a beat as the bruiser considered putting down her phone before lifting it up again and typing out a quick message to her girlfriend ('Hola Bonita ¿Nos vemos esta noche?') and sent it off without a second thought. She’d have to catch Kate up on everything that was going on there at some point but…. There was another sigh as America's feet fell from their perch on the desk and she placed her phone off to the side once again. With furrowed brows, the bruiser reluctantly considered the network of clues and tips laid out in front of her. It was likely time to get back to work.... At least until lunch got here. Kate was out running errands and most importantly following leads. Straight up creepin' on a guy that was supposedly cheating on his wife, because business was slow, she zoomed in with her camera when her phone vibrated violently in her pocket. She prayed that it was a new customer calling, but it wasn't. It was just a text message. There was only a slight feeling of dejection at that. Maybe one of her friends was calling to distract her. Maybe it was the other kind of work that only needed text messages! Maybe Clint just ran out of dog food and needed her to swing by with a pizza. Whatever the reason for the text, she ignored it at first. Instead, she started snapping a few pictures. The lens followed the man as he walked up to the front door and met the half-dressed woman. His wife was not going to be happy about this. She wasn't altogether too happy with it either. She didn't understand people or why they did this sort of thing, but she'd never been in a relationship long enough to reach a point where cheating seemed like a better alternative than facing whatever was wrong. The job wasn't hard, though. It gave her time to just sit and think about what her next class was going to be. Sure there weren't a lot left to choose from, but she didn't know if she wanted the one that was more interesting first or to knock the one that wasn't out of the way. Kate decided to put off the decision longer and finally check her text. Pulling out her phone, she looked at the message and saw that it was America asking for Korean BBQ. She shot of a quick "good choice, be there soon," before getting back to work. Moving across the to the fire escape across from the apartment, she got a good look inside. She had to get enough incriminating evidence, even if the client didn't actually want it. Always said they did, but she knew they didn't. So, she was going to have America break the news. The multiverse traveler always did have the best timing. Climbing down, she went a street over, where she had parked her purple volkswagen bug. It wasn't the most expensive or most beautiful car, but it was hers and she loved it. Getting the food wouldn't be hard. She just ordered it from the usual place and then would intercept the delivery boy on the way. That was easy, because she knew the route by heart. Arriving soon as promised, she walked into the office with the freshly cooked lunch food. She was definitely hungry from having to be on a stakeout all morning. "America. You came at the perfect time." All she had to do now was go through her pictures, print a few out and give them to the client who would be there later today. "I'll tell you about it after we eat." The file continued to be poured over, America retracing her steps and trying to formulate how to move forward next. The likely way to approach this would be to go back to the John that hired them and ask what he'd like them to do next. Technically, they could say the job was done, but…. There could be nasty follow through too. It was complicated at best. However, before America could make too many more faces at the file she heard the door open and there was Kate… And food. Of the two she wasn't sure which she was more glad to see. “Don't I always?” The tank couldn't help but snark slightly at her partner in the crime business. Though laying things out like that an eyebrow was raised. “Can't talk and eat, princess?” This of course was coming from the person who was already reaching for food before Kate had put down the bag. The sight of America looming over papers was always amusing. She knew the other woman would prefer to discuss things with her fists most of the time. Her fists would have short but stern conversations with the bodies of the person they were conversing with. So, seeing America at her desk, with the sheets in her hand just brought a smile to Kate's face. This woman went from dimension to dimension doing this and that...then came back, sat down and did something so mundane that it was almost comical in comparison. Not one to stand in the way of America and food, she handed over the bag so the woman could dig her way through and find what she wanted. "It's not that. Just food before business, because food." Having spent a long time exposed to Clint had done wonders for her vocabulary. "Besides, who wants to talk when we could be eating?" She knew she was capable of both, but the food was smelling really good and the news would most likey come later when America's hunger was at least partially satiated. Kate wasn't a complete monster. With the bag handed over America began to sort through it and shortly thereafter found what she was looking for. Good ole’ Kate had saved the day with her favorite dishes once again. This was why she liked Kate. Kate remembered her favorite foods and made sure to bring them when asked…. There might have been more to their friendship, but America was too busy beginning to break open the boxes to be bothered with that right now. “You got it, princess.” A faint look of approval was given to Kate before the bag was handed back and the tank began to dig into her food. |