Kate Bishop (
learnfromthem) wrote2013-02-02 04:48 pm
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Okay, so this looks bad.
Okay, so bad’s maybe misleading. A nice stretch of beach bathed in moonlight is probably a step up from a flooded parking garage in Jersey for most people. Except I’m supposed to be in a flooded parking garage in Jersey, because I’m supposed to be going to get Mrs. Stafford her meds. Which means the sudden Hawaii vacation is sort of a problem.
I blink saltwater out of my eyes, ignoring the sting as I try to refocus. I’m still thigh deep in the ocean, solid cement stairs having given away to soft, mushy sand, and I have to shake off a few slimy strands of seaweed as I step forward. At first it’s like traveling in slow motion. My dress drags in the water, pulling me back, but I fight past the resistance until my waterlogged shoes hit bone-dry sand. Feeling over my shoulder, I do a quick check of my quiver before I move so much as another inch, making sure everything made the trip with me. Satisfied the inventory checks out, I pull out an arrow and nock it in my bow.
Because come on. I’m alone and I have no idea where the hell I am. I’m not taking any chances, even if the beach does look totally deserted. I turn around to look back out at the ocean, but it’s more of the same—just an inky black abyss with the moon reflected in waves I hear more than see.
Is this the Savage Land? Because it feels pretty safe to say it isn’t Jersey. Even if the whole building washed away where I stood, the water wouldn’t be this warm, and there’d be—people. Not a beach that’s wrapped around a dense looking jungle.
Except, even if it is the Savage Land, I have no way of knowing short of stumbling across the welcome sign, because that’s one thing I never got to cross off the superhero bucket list. (Wait, does the Savage Land even have a welcome sign? That’s—Probably not important, Kate.)
Great. Maybe I should be focusing less on where I am and more on how I got here. Magic? It’s totally magic. Some kind of weird teleportation spell. That sounds legit, right? What else could it be? And if it’s magic, then maybe it’s—
“Billy?!”
Crap. Why’d I shout like that? Of course it’s not Billy. He hasn’t done magic in months, why would he—
What was that? A rustling sound. A creepy, jungle-y rustling sound. Something’s coming towards me, and fast. On reflex, I lift my bow and take aim.
Here’s hoping I don’t have to fire.
Okay, so bad’s maybe misleading. A nice stretch of beach bathed in moonlight is probably a step up from a flooded parking garage in Jersey for most people. Except I’m supposed to be in a flooded parking garage in Jersey, because I’m supposed to be going to get Mrs. Stafford her meds. Which means the sudden Hawaii vacation is sort of a problem.
I blink saltwater out of my eyes, ignoring the sting as I try to refocus. I’m still thigh deep in the ocean, solid cement stairs having given away to soft, mushy sand, and I have to shake off a few slimy strands of seaweed as I step forward. At first it’s like traveling in slow motion. My dress drags in the water, pulling me back, but I fight past the resistance until my waterlogged shoes hit bone-dry sand. Feeling over my shoulder, I do a quick check of my quiver before I move so much as another inch, making sure everything made the trip with me. Satisfied the inventory checks out, I pull out an arrow and nock it in my bow.
Because come on. I’m alone and I have no idea where the hell I am. I’m not taking any chances, even if the beach does look totally deserted. I turn around to look back out at the ocean, but it’s more of the same—just an inky black abyss with the moon reflected in waves I hear more than see.
Is this the Savage Land? Because it feels pretty safe to say it isn’t Jersey. Even if the whole building washed away where I stood, the water wouldn’t be this warm, and there’d be—people. Not a beach that’s wrapped around a dense looking jungle.
Except, even if it is the Savage Land, I have no way of knowing short of stumbling across the welcome sign, because that’s one thing I never got to cross off the superhero bucket list. (Wait, does the Savage Land even have a welcome sign? That’s—Probably not important, Kate.)
Great. Maybe I should be focusing less on where I am and more on how I got here. Magic? It’s totally magic. Some kind of weird teleportation spell. That sounds legit, right? What else could it be? And if it’s magic, then maybe it’s—
“Billy?!”
Crap. Why’d I shout like that? Of course it’s not Billy. He hasn’t done magic in months, why would he—
What was that? A rustling sound. A creepy, jungle-y rustling sound. Something’s coming towards me, and fast. On reflex, I lift my bow and take aim.
Here’s hoping I don’t have to fire.
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Trust their dog to make a nice, relaxing walk with his boyfriend and his dog into nothing but totally unnecessary exercise. Billy doesn't even know why he's chasing after her, only that she's gone off like a shot and despite being on an island, there's a lot of jungle for her to get lost in.
Billy relaxes and slows down to a brisk walk when he can tell Diana's found whatever she was chasing after. At least, she's barking the way she does when she thinks she's cornered some big bad stranger.
"I bet it's just a stupid squirrel," he tells Teddy as he ducks a low hanging branch and breaks out of the jungle and onto the beach.
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No sign of giant lizards.
There's a person, though, who cuts shockingly familiar silhouette. It's really the bow that jolts him and his eyes go wide behind his newly island-gifted glasses.
"...Oh my God, Kate?"
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Then mostly I'm left confused, because Teddy's wearing glasses and looks about as surprised to see me as I am to see them. I lower my bow, feeling my shoulders sag with relief anyway. What is going on?
"What is going on?"
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Maybe it could have been anyone else, some other new and lost brunette, but the body stance, the dress, the bow -- it's all so undeniably Kate that there isn't even a question.
Kate looks a little jittery and totally wet, but Billy doesn't care. He walks forward and pulls her into a tight hug. It takes having her in his arms for Billy to realize just how much he's missed her.
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"Diana," he adds, and the barking stops and a nose touches his ankle before Diana moves to sniff at Kate's dress and general person.
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I don't mind the group hug. The dog's new and there are more than a few people missing, but it's nice, being surrounded by loved ones. Nice enough that I'm not even too worried about the total lack of information coming my way just yet. One arm awkwardly wrapped around Billy while the other's held aloft so I don't accidentally stab him in the thigh with an arrow, I try to feel grateful for the fact that I'm not completely alone out here.
And that lasts maybe ten seconds before curiosity comes back with a vengeance.
"I missed you guys, too, but Billy, I'm gonna get you soaked."
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"And we'll explain what Billy said better but just- It's really, really good to see you."
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"Yeah, I think I'll need a flowchart to follow what the hell he just said," I admit, though I did clue into the most important part of the explanation. Enough so that I cut the hugging short to peer up at Teddy, expression settling into something stony.
"We can't leave?"
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"But in a Bermuda Triangle way, not a cool or useful way."
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"I thought maybe, with the hurricane..." I shrug, dismissing the idea. It had been dumb when I thought it and it sounds dumber now that I've said it for other people to hear, especially given--
"Wait, hold on. You've been here a while?"
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"Guess my eyesight isn't self correcting anymore."
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But if Billy's been here three years...
I cough a little, standing straighter.
"...what's the last thing you remember? Of home? Since I'm guessing... Time's not really working linearly."
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He looks at Teddy when she asks the question, and is almost reluctant when he answers. "Me? We were trying to find some fake Young Avengers."
While he's curious about what's happened since then, from what Teddy's told him, he doesn't want to know just how much time has passed from Kate's point of view, if any.
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"Latveria, for me. Right when- When Eli fired one of your arrows, at the Scarlett Witch and Doom."
No one on the island from home has been from after that point, at least that he knows of. The idea of suddenly knowing what happened, what he missed, is daunting.
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And I'm not sure I want to be the one to tell them. Not right now, at least. My mind's still racing with the thought of being here -- wherever here even is -- and if they need to know, I want to do it right.
So I put a smile on my face and force out a laugh. "Wow, you guys have seriously missed out," I say. "I'm from way after that." I look down at the state of my dress and gesture towards myself. "I was, uh, visiting a friend in Atlantic City. She's getting married."
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"That explains the dress, but not the-- wow, those are some tiny man shoes. Where did you even get them?"
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"Steve Buscemi's tiny grandpa," I reply. "I needed shoes that weren't heels in a hurry, and his feet looked small enough. Desperate times, desperate measures. I'm more disappointed about the dress."
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"Were you in a fight? Do you need, you know, water or food or to sit down? We have a place-" he adds, twisting a little to gesture back the way they came.
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Other than Teddy, Billy hasn't seen a single one of his friends since Kate disappeared the first time. He's fighting the urge to cling to her and never let her out of his sight.
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"I'm fine," I'm quick to add, holding up my free hand. "Food and water and an extra bedroom and some clothes that aren't soaked are basically all I need right now."
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Hulk, of course, is the natural next step in the progression, but Teddy finds himself trailing off, leaving a space for Billy to step in and finish the roster.
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"Well, there's something different," I say instead, frowning a little. "How young are we talking? Our age?"