[001. kate] voice-testing;

[notahawkingbird]

[There is nothing quite as satisfying as the sound of a kick landing properly on the punching bag... unless of course, you compare it to the thrill of taking down real bad guys out there in the field.

Kate rams her fists onto the leather, feeling the impact, guaging the strength of the hits and alternating between using upper and lower limbs to beat the proverbial shit out of her imaginary opponent.

When she delivers a particularly strong kick that sends the bag swinging wide, she executes a backflip -- not perfect, her balance is off a little to the left, but she adjusts and compensates so that she lands squarely on her feet in time to face the bag as it swings back towards her.]

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/CLINGS TO ;A;

[suggestion]

["Yeah sure" is how he's dealing with a lot of things, lately. Alien shapeshifter as boyfriend? Sure, why not. BFFs with the Kate Bishop? Awesome, lead the way. Thor being way hotter in person-ish? Sold, bartered, taken, come at me.

After a certain point Billy's just done asking questions.]

Well, if it's because they're both jerks, I'm not blaming you. I'd clone Teddy if I could, but aha.

You'll find your Bucky yet, Kate. [And okay, okay, so that's something Cassie has dibs on, but we're friends right?]

fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff brb dying

[notahawkingbird]

B-Bucky-- what. What are you talking about. [And under her breath she adds:] Don't say that out loud, Billy. [Not blushing. Flushed from training, yes. Not blushing.]

It's not that they're jerks. [Cue snerk.] Though I swear, the headache I get from them sometimes... I dunno. [She looks over at Billy and just... smiles. And pinches his cheek just 'cause she can.] I just haven't been getting enough sleep.

[That... wasn't supposed to have slipped out.]

So. You hungry? I think I need lunch.