The city was quieter than usual — a rare thing for New York — and the streets glowed under the soft blue of streetlights. It was a nice night for Kate and Gwen to take Jeff out for his favorite night walkies.

Gwen held his leash in one hand and a slushie in the other. “Okay, Jeff, ground rule: no eating fire hydrants tonight. They’re not food, no matter what Clint said.”

Kate smirked, hands in her pockets, bow case slung over her shoulder. “You realize you just challenged him, right? He’s gonna do it because you said that.”