sadie hendrie ➵ kate bishop (hawkingjay) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-02-12 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan fox, sadie hendrie |
Who: Sadie Hendrie (with a guest appearance from Logan Fox)
What: A little retaliation, Hawkeye style.
Where: Happy Endings, Chicago
When: Tuesday evening, just after the club closes.
Warnings: Sass and angst. Just a little, though.
"Okay," Sadie admitted with nervous, lop-sided grin. "This looks bad."
The goons, unsurprisingly, were not amused.
"Hands over your head!" one barked.
"Drop the bow!" screeched the other simultaneously.
"Really, fellas?" Sadie quirked an eyebrow at them, fully aware that both of their guns were aimed squarely at her chest, but hedging her bets that both of them were too stupid to do anything about it. For starters, they hadn't disarmed her yet. All things considered? That was pretty dumb. "Which one's it gonna be, hands or bow? 'Cause I'm gettin' mixed signals over here an– "
"DROP THE BOW!" shouted the first goon.
"H-HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD! NOW!" shouted the second.
Sadie heaved a sigh. "You must be new." Then she nocked two arrows and took the shot. They didn't even have time to breathe.
"By the way, when I said this looks bad?" she said over her shoulder, stepping over the groaning pile of limbs. "I meant for you." She glanced back once and rolled her eyes before marching through the door, murmuring under her breath. "Idiots."
It was awkward, grieving for a guy you didn't really know. That was a new feeling for Sadie, not so much for Kate, but Kate didn't miss it. Not a bit. It always felt like you were intruding on everyone else's grief, the people who really deserved to mourn the person they'd lost, and it always made her feel useless. Helpless. But this time, Sadie didn't just feel like that at the funeral – she felt like that in her own head, and if possible? That was even more awkward. Clint Barton had been Kate's mentor, her partner, her friend. Stu Rice had just been a nice guy who teased Sadie sometimes. How were they supposed to reconcile that?
The answer, as it turned out, was pretty simple, if a bit stupid. But the fact was, Sadie didn't do awkward. She didn't angst, and she sure as hell didn't wallow. Neither did Kate, for that matter. Instead, they got angry and did what they did best.
They broke the rules.
Cap's speech about not retaliating against Logan Fox was nice and all, but Sadie wasn't an Avenger. And besides. Since when did a Hawkeye ever listen to him?
Predictably, Fox was waiting for her on the stage when she entered the main part of the club through one of the private boxes. Higher ground, that was important for an archer – though arguably, Sadie could've taken this shot anywhere and made it. In this case, the higher ground was important for an archer who wanted to make a quick getaway, which she did. That was very important. She had no intention of dying tonight. All she wanted to do was send a message.
"Hey, Frosty," Sadie called out over the railing – unnecessary, since he was already looking at her, but the corners of her mouth pulled back in a small smirk when she saw a muscle twitch in his neck. She nocked another arrow – a special arrow – and aimed. Pulled back. Exhaled. Released. "Catch."
He did. His reflexes were fast, thanks to his stupid invincible godliness, but not fast enough to realize he'd been duped. While Fox couldn't help but read the message engraved on the arrow (This is for Hawkeye. No love, Hawkeye.), Sadie rapidly fired off yet another arrow, and.... missed.
"Oh, dear," Logan laughed, snapping the engraved arrow in half. "Your aim's a bit off, isn't it? What would the real Hawkeye say?"
"Boomerang arrow," Sadie supplied helpfully, watching said arrow make a tight parabola, going back the way it came. "It comes back to you in the end."
She lingered just long enough to watch the dulled nub collide with the back of Logan's head. He fell, she ran, she heard him shout, and getting the hell out of there wasn't easy with all the less idiotic goons he sent after her, but somehow she managed it. No doubt Lucas would kill her for what she did tonight, hopefully before she had to get stitches for the gash in her scalp, 'cause Sadie hated stitches with the needles and the – ugh, she didn't even want to think about it, but running back to her car, Sadie felt better. So did Kate. And she could just hear Clint now.
"Take every shot, Kate. If it's worth caring about, no matter how impossible you think it is – you take the shot."
This one? Had definitely been worth it.