Kate Bishop | Clint Barton No way. Kate slowly stood up, her hands coming up to show she wasn't armed. Total regret. Well, nothing she could do now. The most she could hope for was not getting skewered.
"Uh. Clint?" She tilted her head. She could see it. If Clint was like, in his 40s. And really bulked up. His face didn't seem to recognize her and she frowned. "It's me, Kate!" He was obviously from another universe, but one where she wasn't there?
Lame.
"You don't know me?" She tried to sound hopeful, but kept her hands raised. Hopefully he'd hear her out and not shoot now, ask questions later.