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[whatam_i]

What demands an answer, but asks no question?
....
A telephone.
And I'm not here to answer mine so please leave a message at the sound of the beep.

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A text, sent very late in the middle of the night

[hawk_shot]

You were right
A lot happened this week and you were right.

[whatam_i]

[He isn't sleeping so he sees the text right away but doesn't answer, first he argues with himself for a bit about how to respond, in the end though he finally texts back.]

How bad is it?

[No gloating but no apology either, he doesn't think he should have to say sorry for being right.]

[hawk_shot]

[Curled up and wrapped in a borrowed blanket, Kate lays on her side, on a borrowed bed. She has barely been talking to Ed lately, not since the Riddler gave her that info. Not since things started going crazy and she got lost thinking the superhero life was fun and easy.]

Let's start with the tracksuit mafia (they actually wear tracksuits!) throwing molotov bombs into my apartment.
Then a Black Widow showed up trying to murder Clint.
And then she threw me off a rooftop.

[It's easier to talk about this, to pretend it was all just a crazy week.]

[whatam_i]

[When Kate sends back a longer text Ed puts down the soldering iron he was using and frowns at the phone screen.]

Were you able to land okay?

[hawk_shot]

Yeah, she actually put a cable on me. And I landed on Christmas lights.

[whatam_i]

Owch. Those can hurt.

[hawk_shot]

It wasn't fun.

She told me mom hired her to kill Clint.

[whatam_i]

Why?

[hawk_shot]

Because I was working with him.
And because she was afraid we'd figure what you already told me.

[whatam_i]

Oh.

[He knew Oswald wasn't lying to him about that.]

[hawk_shot]

She sent me a video.
Mom wants out. Fisk threatened her.

[whatam_i]

[Of course he did, because that's how men like him worked.]

Does she owe him anything?

[hawk_shot]

I don't know. It's a short video.
But he wants her dead, Ed.

[whatam_i]

Yes, of course he does.
Men like Fisk don't let others call the shots.

[hawk_shot]

We have the annual Bishop Security's ball tomorrow night.
She's gonna be an easy target.

So Clint and I spent the day making trick arrows.

[whatam_i]

If you go, you might become a target as well.

[hawk_shot]

I know. And so does Clint but he is still backing me up.
Plus, the Widow is following him, so there's that too.

[whatam_i]

Does he have a plan?

[hawk_shot]

Something like that.
And some friends to evacuate the building as soon as things get ugly.

So, yeah
Just in case I guess I kinda
I kinda wanted to let you know.

[whatam_i]

What's the name of the building?

Thank you for letting me know.
I.
Uh.
Please be careful.

[hawk_shot]

Why, you're gonna follow the news?

It's cool. And thank you.
I just thought
You know, in case anything happens.
I really liked hanging with you.

[whatam_i]

No I'm going to hack into their security system.

Don't say that.
You have to make sure that nothing happens.
Promise me.
Because I don't want to lose you.

[hawk_shot]

The Rockefeller Center. Because yeah, mom doesn't like keeping things simple.
What are you going to do hacking them?

It's just
Everything got very real very quickly, you know?

[whatam_i]

Easy peasy lemon squeezey.
I'm going to make sure Fisk doesn't have access to it, I can also kill the power whenever you want, re-route signals and video footage.

Yes.

[hawk_shot]

You're gonna be our guy in the chair then?
That's good. Great, really.
If you could check for my mom, tell me her location as quick as possible. So I can take her somewhere safe.
And the widow, she's a blonde girl. if I see her and tell you who she is, it would be cool to have extra eyes on her too.

[Everything got so real. The mafia. The threats. The betrayal. And then, whatever is going on between them, that also feels very real and very fast too.]

I'm not sure how I'm gonna be able to sleep tonight, lol.