Who: Kate Bishop, John Mitchell, and Bucky Barnes When: Sometime on Thursday Where: Mitchell and Kate's place What: Getting a handle on the blood lust Warnings: Most likely violence, mentions of blood, emotional stress...etc. Status: Closed/In-Progress
Kate had tried so hard to fight off the emptiness. She had begun to feel something akin to sickness mixed with anger and need. Her temper had already flared a handful of times only to settle into pleading that she was fine. She knew she wasn't, though. This wasn't like anything Kate had felt before. It was more than anything she had handled as a Young Avenger, a P.I., anything she had been through back home. Even her dealings with her father were mild in comparison.
John's memories had been terrifying, but experiencing that lust firsthand? They could have never prepared her for this. Kate would take sharing his memories again over this any day.
"At least...we didn't switch bodies."
She had made the comment at some point when she had caught a brief handle on her. It was true. It was possible these feelings would have come about if she had been in Mitchell's body. It would have been worse given how hard he had worked to no longer need to drink blood.
After much insisting, debating, and flat-out arguing, Kate had put herself in a room furthest away from both Mitchell and Eve. A room where she could just sit and be without worrying about their safety. Maybe she could just eventually pass out or whatever it was vampires did when they were too weak. She could stay like that until she was human again and gorge herself on normal food.
She didn't even realize how much time had finally gone by when she heard the movement and voices on the other side of the door. Two heartbeats and both recognizable. Unsteady from the lack of feeding, she stumbled to her feet. Kate's expression was pure aggression and fear.
"No. Nope. Don't even think about it." She had a good idea what was about to be tossed onto the table.