WHO: Kate Bishop & Klaus Hargreeves WHERE: The Station; Hallways WHEN: Early Friday Morning WARNINGS: DEATH, some blood, and injury, language, massive fretting, Hawkeye things SPOILERS? …Death?
Kate skidded across the hallway floor, bursting out of the stairwell doorway while dodging a rather large and terrifying clawed hand. Her shoulder smacked against the wall first, saving what would have likely been an unfortunate collision with her head. A knot she did not need. Not right now anyway.
“Okay. I’m good. I’m fine. I’m fine. Get up, Kate. You’ve fought gods with bigger egos than this douche demon.”
Pulling herself up with the help of a door handle, she nearly wept when she saw the number. “Clint! Clint, ohmygod, let me in!” she yelled, banging against the door. She didn’t know what time it was and didn’t care. Kate had been doing a quick round, a check-up on people who were hurt when the demon found her. It was her own fault for going alone and she’d likely get an earful for it, but things had to get done.
“Cli–!” She hit the opposing wall hard, the wind knocked out of her and she winced when something cracked. Maybe it was just the wall? The drywall underneath?
Regardless, she clutched a hand against her chest as she fought to breathe. “You’re…a real…asshole…you know that?” Pushing herself to stand Kate wrapped an arm around her torso looking down each side of the hallway. It was quiet now, too quiet, the kind that would make anyone uncomfortable. Limping to the door again, she gave another weak bang and looked up at the number with a groan.
"Wrong floor, Bishop. Wrong floor and wrong door."