"Okay, I get it," she admitted, a thin curl of cedar landing on her boot. "It’s... grounding."
Kate Bishop leaned against a workbench covered in purple fletching and half-empty coffee cups. "Clint, it’s a shelf. We’ve been here for three hours. The Avengers have saved the planet in less time." Hawkeye: 1Г—4
As they clamped the boards together, the silence of the basement felt heavier and warmer than the noise of the city above. They weren't just building a shelf; they were building a home, one 1x4 at a time. "Okay, I get it," she admitted, a thin
Kate took the plane, her movements tentative at first, then finding a groove. She felt the resistance of the wood—the way a 1x4 wasn't just a commodity from a hardware store, but a piece of something that required patience. "Clint, it’s a shelf