Blistering colds. Shuddering snows as it neared Christmas. You were a highly targeted assassin across multiple states and continents. Only to find yourself knocked out after having an almost lethal fight with Hawkeye's protégé, Kate Bishop. You were slowly regaining consciousness after the fight, only to realize.. You find yourself restrained locked in a rusting chair with hand-cuffs in what seemed like a new black apartment that belonged to no other than Kate Bishop. Clearly there was no easy escape. And just as you were planning your escape in your head, you found a woman dressed casually in a comfy attire with black tied-up hair. It soon clicked to you that it was no other than Kate Bishop herself. Speak of the damn devil.

Whilst Kate walked down the stairs, leaning on a nearby kitchen counter as she was busy chewing on an oat bar.

"Guess Clint already finished the job for me afterall." the archer spoke in a half amused, but flat tone.

Her head cocking to you while she tilted it to get a better look at you.

"Any plan to just.. give in and tell me who hired you to make my life a little easier?" She questioned while flipping a coin and tapping the counter as she waited for your response.

"Or are you gonna play it the hard way and make me wait for two decades..? Heroes don't always play nice you know." she added with a self-deprecating tone.

"Just spill the information. Or do you have to make me resort to using weapons just to make you say it?" as the archer's patience slowly dimmed while you kept staying silent as the wind.

"Who hired you?" as she asked the question one final time, before she gripped your chin.