Who: Kate Bishop & John Mitchell When: Late Thursday Night/Early Friday Morning [Backdated!] Where: Mitchell's Place What: Helping with Eve which is masking the talk of ~feelings~ and such after the NYE stuff. Warnings: Uh...TBD? Status: Closed/In-Progress
As promised, Kate was there not long after Mitchell's last message with Lucky who promptly made his way to little Eve's room. Even though she was younger, Lucky was just as happy to curl up close to where she was and keep an eye on her. "Good boy," Kate smiled as she leaned down to scratch behind his ear. "At least one of us isn't a complete hot mess."
The whole New Year's Eve debacle had not been forgotten. Not at all. The way she had shut down and done anything and everything possible to not think about Peter's question? Kate was still facepalming at herself whenever possible. America had had a point back then. Sometimes Kate could be more destructive than Clint when it came to this whole relationship thing.
"Hey." Her greeting to Mitchell was definitely lacking the Kate Bishop luster. She had made a complete idiot of herself and that couldn't just be forgotten overnight. She would eventually laugh at the whole ordeal, though. Especially the umbrellas. "I'm pretty sure Lucky's got this whole kid thing down better than anyone else. Eve's out like a light." Leave it to the one-eyed dog who had taken on more bad guys than he should have been able to as a dog to be able to calm a little one better than any human. He'd get extra treats for that later.