[Kate snorts; because excuse you it's not a tantrum but then, okay, yeah she figures she might as well confess:]
You definitely did throw me into a wall. Like, at least twice. And into a desk. But I also threw you over me and broke a keyboard on you. You kicked me in the ribs. It was a good fight.
[And it was to do with Clint--she'll give you a whole run down later, well; what she can. She wasn't actually there for the part where you decided not to kill him; she was busy beating Kingpin (greatest archer, she's just saying), but yeah, yeah, definitely after this.
She appreciates the affirmation that Yelena believes her about the future--though, maybe being here has completely ruined any of that for her and Kate, maybe just their weird alter egos in the alternate universe are battling it out and maybe even hanging out and going for that drink. It's weird to think about when she's at full mental capacity and right now when she's hanging on to her wits by a thread it's pretty much just giving her a headache.
Focus on the present, then. One step at a time, Bishop, one step at a time]
I appreciate that. The not thinking I'm crazy. I just--I'm not usually like this. Which I realize you know, but I feel like it needs to be said, especially since is the first time we're meeting.
Man, that's--still really weird to think about.
Anyway.
I don't usually worry about keeping my hands to myself or think about kissing yo--uh, people, who just happen to be near me. And thank you it is hard to resist.
[And getting harder. She didn't think that was possible, but she does hope they end up where they're going pretty soon, because she might actually just shove Yelena up against a building here just to--woah, yeah. She's not kidding. Keep it together.]
Was yours surprisingly innocuous candy too?
[It's easier, just a little, when she's talking about something and not just thinking about--well. She knows how flexible Yelena is. And that wasn't forbidden knowledge before, but it's swiftly getting that way now]
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You definitely did throw me into a wall. Like, at least twice. And into a desk. But I also threw you over me and broke a keyboard on you. You kicked me in the ribs. It was a good fight.
[And it was to do with Clint--she'll give you a whole run down later, well; what she can. She wasn't actually there for the part where you decided not to kill him; she was busy beating Kingpin (greatest archer, she's just saying), but yeah, yeah, definitely after this.
She appreciates the affirmation that Yelena believes her about the future--though, maybe being here has completely ruined any of that for her and Kate, maybe just their weird alter egos in the alternate universe are battling it out and maybe even hanging out and going for that drink. It's weird to think about when she's at full mental capacity and right now when she's hanging on to her wits by a thread it's pretty much just giving her a headache.
Focus on the present, then. One step at a time, Bishop, one step at a time]
I appreciate that. The not thinking I'm crazy. I just--I'm not usually like this. Which I realize you know, but I feel like it needs to be said, especially since is the first time we're meeting.
Man, that's--still really weird to think about.
Anyway.
I don't usually worry about keeping my hands to myself or think about kissing yo--uh, people, who just happen to be near me. And thank you it is hard to resist.
[And getting harder. She didn't think that was possible, but she does hope they end up where they're going pretty soon, because she might actually just shove Yelena up against a building here just to--woah, yeah. She's not kidding. Keep it together.]
Was yours surprisingly innocuous candy too?
[It's easier, just a little, when she's talking about something and not just thinking about--well. She knows how flexible Yelena is. And that wasn't forbidden knowledge before, but it's swiftly getting that way now]