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KATE BISHOP

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[axeyou]

I got your friend Cap to do a nice drawing of me. Turns out he's really good.

[So that's a maybe yes to poaching. Sorry.]

[alsohawkeye]

Really? Can I see?

[ At least with Steve Rogers (especially the baby-faced version she's seen on the network here), drawing doesn't immediately lead her to think poaching. ]

[axeyou]

Sure.

[Obliging, she flips on the video. There's a brief blur of room and a bit of her face--and then the camera is turned around properly and focused on the piece of paper. And here's the nude drawing of Johanna, a little more definition in the face, but still naked.

So there.]

[alsohawkeye]

[ Sometimes it's really a shame that this doesn't work like a real-time Skype feed. This is one of those times, because Johanna misses the noise Kate makes when she first gets a clear look at the picture. It's a laugh, one that bursts out with half a choking snort and has her clapping a hand over her mouth. ]

Oh my god. How did you get him to draw you naked??? I will bet anything that that was not his idea.

[axeyou]

He said he wanted to draw me.

[But she sounds way too pleased with herself for it to have been anyone's idea but hers.]

He's going to have a whole gallery of me. As a hobby. Isn't it great?

[alsohawkeye]

Uh-huh. But I bet the naked part was all your idea.

[ Kate remains skeptical. Amused, definitely, but skeptical. She's still looking at that drawing, though. ]

It really is good. He really got you. Is he actually going to do more?

[axeyou]

Yeah, but that's not his fault. He had no idea how good I looked naked, he couldn't have asked. Now he knows.

[Said in a tone like she totally did him a favor which, come on: she did.]

And thanks. He's going to do a whole gallery. It's his new hobby.

[alsohawkeye]

If he had that little imagination I don't think he'd be much of an artist. Will the whole gallery be of you naked, or just you generally?

[axeyou]

I don't know. I guess I'll just keep taking my clothes off and wait to see if he's struck with any special inspiration.

Do you want one?

[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate laughs, but then sort of pauses, almost guilty or sheepish. ]

Yes.

Can I watch next time he draws you?

[axeyou]

Seriously?

[She is, actually, surprised. It doesn't show in her voice, and she'd never admit it, but. Whatever.]

I didn't know watching was your kind of thing.

[alsohawkeye]

Draws! [ is Kate's immediate-- and again, laughing-- protest. Like any other possibility never occurred to her until just now. ] I said when he draws you. Not-- I would bet you so much money that he will just actually draw you and not have sex with you.

[ Wait for it. ]

But what if it was my kind of thing? I mean I don't think it is, but is it your kind of thing?

[axeyou]

Of course he's just going to draw me. The first time. After that... who knows.

[At the follow-up question, Johanna laughs.]

It can be mine. If it's your kind of thing, I'd like to know about it.

[alsohawkeye]

[ There's a pause, not just in the sending but in the message, like Kate pressed Record and then hesitated but forgot to let go. ]

I don't know, I've never seriously considered it before just now. Why?

[axeyou]

[She huffs a breath, a little irritated.]

Because I'm writing an exclusive about you and I want to know. Why do you think?

[alsohawkeye]

[ And now Kate's irritated, and kind of defensive. ]

I don't want to have this conversation on the network. Forget I said anything.

[axeyou]

Are you kidding me? I asked you a question.

[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate hangs up. Not that it's necessarily easy to tell. She just doesn't respond, and then after a little while there's a knock on Johanna's door. She doesn't bother with preambles. ]

Look, I don't know how to talk about this kind of thing except in context, okay?

[axeyou]

Well, look who it is.

[With her arms folded over her chest, Johanna leans against the doorframe, her eyes hooded and unimpressed.]

What do you mean, in context. We were having a conversation in context. I asked you if you liked to watch. Did you want a form to sign first or what.

[alsohawkeye]

I mean in bed.

[ Kate is rolling her eyes and reaching out to set her hand on the front of Johanna's shoulder. She doesn't push hard, enough to make it clear she'd like to come in but not enough to really challenge her if Johanna doesn't feel like being steered. ]

I mean I don't know how to talk about it unless we're in bed. That kind of context. Yes, I'm weird, I know, you don't have to say it.

[axeyou]

That's not what I was going to say.

[Because, come on. Weird is not the word that Johanna thinks of. It's charitable toward her that Kate thinks weird is what she would choose--or perhaps it's more charitable toward Kate herself, a mild word in place of anything potentially stronger.

Johanna doesn't reach out and push back at Kate's shoulder, even though she wants to. She doesn't step back just yet, either, stubborn as ever, but levels her gaze on Kate, her eyes narrowed.]

So how do you know anything you like? You're just making mental notes the whole time? Come on, there has to be a point where you figure out how stupid that is. You just talk about it. In a conversation. Hi, I'm Johanna, and I love hair-pulling. Your turn.

[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate is not dumb enough or unfamiliar enough with Johanna to assume she meant she was going to say something nicer. Her eyes narrow right back and she removes her hand to throw it up into the air. ]

Oh my god. We can have a conversation, I'm not saying no to a conversation! I just want to have it inside your room and possibly without pants. Why are you making this harder?

[axeyou]

[She laughs in Kate's face, and it isn't nice--but it is amused.]

So I should get the answers out of you?

[Not that she's opposed to that suggestion. Nor does she sound opposed. And, rather than wait, she shoves off of the door and grabs for the beltloops of Kate's jeans, one-handed, tugging her hips forward.]

Don't just stand there.

[alsohawkeye]

You're impossible. [ Kate complains, the roll of her eyes exasperated at that laugh. She steps forward when tugged and keeps going, into Johanna and trying to walk her backwards to the bed. This is what she was trying to do before!! God. ]

That's all I've been saying. Context.

[axeyou]

Context. [--She repeats, mimicking Kate slightly.] You can't always get what you want.

[Which is a universal truth and not a Stones reference, because the only stones in Panem are the actual rocky variety.

But still: Johanna lets herself be walked backwards. Her fingers stay hooked in her beltloop, but her other hand goes to the front of Kate's jeans, fingers working nimbly to tug open the button, pull down the zipper.]