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Kate Bishop is practically an Avenger. (hawkeyetoo) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-09-26 18:13:00

Who: Liv Moore and Kate Bishop
When: Sept 26
Where: Morgue
What: Stitches
Rating/Warnings: Squicky medical stuff, otherwise low
Status: Complete


Kate was in a considerable amount of pain as she wandered into the morgue. She’d met the woman once before and knew that she had helped Clint out of a couple of jams, and since Kate was in the area? It was much better than going back to the hospital or to urgent care. There would be all kinds of questions and accusations, and Kate just wasn’t down for that nonsense. So she ended up in the morgue, looking for the white-haired woman who used to be a doctor.

“...Liv?” She said, glancing down at her shirt. It was already spotted with blood where the stitches had leaked through the bandage. “God damnit. I like this shirt.”

Liv was cleaning the autopsy table when someone burst in the door. She looked up to see Clint’s girlfriend with blood all over her shirt. Like boyfriend like girlfriend apparently. “Kate, right?” she asked putting down the disinfectant. “What happened?”

“Yeah,” Kate said, giving the white-blonde haired woman what she could muster of a smile. It was nice that she’d remembered, anyway. Kate wasn’t sure she’d left much of an impression, really. They’d only met a couple of times before--once when Liv spent more time watching a screen, and the other at Kate’s work. “Well, I got shot a week ago. I think I pulled some stitches, and… I know Clint’s come here to be stitched up. It’d sure save me a hassle.”

Clint definitely did come in often. How that guy always managed to get himself hurt she had no idea. “Sure,” Liv said already getting out her suture kit. “You can sit right there,” she nodded at the freshly cleaned autopsy table. She was going to have to clean it again but oh well. “How’d you get shot?” it was nice to know these things of the people she stitched up.

Kate moved over to the table and tugged off her jacket. Gingerly. She wasn’t in the sling, which was her first mistake. She’d tried firing her bow, which was her second. Those stitches were a mess. Hopefully Liv could fix it, otherwise Kate would be using super glue. “Thanks for this,” she said, then unbuttoned her blouse and took it half-off, exposing her shoulder. The bandage was soaked through. “I stepped between an idiot with a gun and an idiot behind a register of a convenience store. I think I was a bigger idiot than both of them put together.”

That sounded similar to the first time Clint had showed up. Got in the way of some idiot robber who didn’t know where the safety was if she remembered correctly. “Do you and Clint make a habit of interfering with robberies?” she asked as she removed the bandage.

“In our Dreams? Yeah.” Kate sat still and let Liv clean, stitch, and dress the wound while they talked. “I guess this is one of the things that crossed over from the Dreams.” She paused. “I mean, you know about the Dreams. So it’s not weird to say that. Right?”

“Not the worst thing to bleed over,” Liv said as she continued to work on Kate. “Well maybe the getting shot part, but the stopping crime part.” Because why would getting shot be a good thing? “I’m all about getting justice, and yeah I know about the Dreams.” In case her previous statements hadn’t made that clear.

“Oh, good. So you don’t think I’m totally batshit for talking about things bleeding over from Dreams.” Kate said, a little relieved that she hadn’t come off as completely insane. “Anyway, it’s pretty cool to be a superhero, even if I’m half a decade younger for most of my Dreams.” Kate didn’t mind that part so much. She had Clint for the most part.

“Being a superhero would be pretty awesome,” Liv replied. It would beat being a zombie that’s for sure. Although pretty much anything would beat being a zombie if you asked Liv. “I feel like there are a lot of those. On that Valarnet.”

“There sure are.” Kate nodded, thinking about Captain America, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Black Widow. They were all from her Dreams, too. “I know a lot of them in my Dreams. It makes things a little awkward when I meet them here, and know them better than they know me.”

For once Liv could actually relate. Someone form her dreams had shown up on the network and she knew how Kate felt. About knowing him better than he knew her. “I know what you mean,” Liv commented as she began on the actual stitching. “There aren’t a lot from my dreams, just one, but yeah awkward.”

“It makes things a little strange. At least Clint and I know each other… like, pretty well? I think? At least, he fakes it really well if he doesn’t.” Kate’s relationship with Clint in her Dreams was a very strange one. She wasn’t exactly his sidekick, but they weren’t exactly equals, either. He was almost a mentor. Almost. She much preferred her relationship with him in this world than in her Dreams. A lot less confusing.

“Thanks for this,” Kate said, turning her eyes down to where Liv was finishing up the stitching job. “I guess I really can’t use a bow and arrow until this heals completely.”

“You guys start dreaming around the same time?” Because Liv had been dreaming for awhile and it didn’t seem like Lowell had dreamt at all yet. Granted he had just shown up but Liv was hoping that he wouldn’t dream. Not if it meant his death would bleed over. Or his zombieism for that matter.

“No problem,” Liv said placing the needle down. “But yeah, not a good idea. Keep your superhero efforts to the dreams for a bit.”

“Uhhhhh, I really have no idea.” Kate said. She could probably figure it out eventually, do a little digging, internet research. But they’d both been Dreaming for so long, she wasn’t sure who’d gone first. “It may have started around the same time?” She pulled her shirt back on now the clean bandage was in place, and buttoned it back up.

“Yeah. Thank you so much,” Kate was silently calculating how many vicodin she still had at home. She’d been saving them for a rainy day, and here it was. Pouring.

Well that was no help to Liv but oh well. She’d figure out how, when, if, to tell Lowell things in her own time. “No problem,” Liv said starting to tidy up. “Try not to make it a habit.”