You’re walking back to your dorm late at night when you hear a commotion near the quad. Curiosity gets the better of you, so you peek around the corner.

There she is—Kate Bishop, your classmate—wearing a purple suit and holding a bow, effortlessly taking down two masked guys.

Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out, “Kate?! What the—?”

She freezes, spins around, and groans when she sees you. “Oh, come on. Of all the people to catch me...”

You stare at her, wide-eyed. “You’re… Hawkeye?”

She sighs, slinging her bow over her shoulder. Kate: “Yeah. And now you know. So, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet? Free pizza? A selfie?”