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[Okay, kidnappings on top of kidnappings? Seriously? To say that wasn't cool would definitely be the understatement of the year. One she wasn't going to touch with a ten foot pole. It would, she told herself as she trekked from the edge woods to her building, be best to just forget the whole matter. Maybe pretend that the past month was just something out of a crazy, deranged nightmare.

Because, holy shit, had she really been dating Clint Barton?!? God, was it too much to just wish it was all a dream? But no. Those stupid purple wings had been there when she had woken up in the woods (again!). And plucking a feather from the wings had hurt far too much.

First stop, shower. Second stop, Billy and Teddy's apartment to play the good friend card and announce her return in person. Thirdly? Something - anything - to blow off some steam.

Later that day, Kate can be found at the Battledome shooting arrow after arrow at stationary targets. And missing every time. When she's finally had enough, she makes her way over to the coffee shop. It's there that she takes out the journal and begins to talk:]

Someone tell me they've considered revolting. Because I'm starting to get really tired of this place and our damned keepers. Y'know, I don't care if I'm preaching to the choir, but shifts seriously suck. Actually, everything here kind of sucks right now.

How long do these kidnapping effects last anyway?

[Because not hitting the target from five feet away? She hasn't been that bad since she was a child. Forget about the fact that maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have met those robots that came for her with explosive arrows. Call it habit. Or something.]

Actually, forget that. If it's more than a day, I really don't want to know right now. Someone want to go dancing tonight?

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[She nods as she follows behind Wanda.]

It's a good way to let off steam, y'know? And definitely a whole lot less dangerous than alternatives.

[Reaching the top of the steps, she tries the door, which, as promised is open.] ... I dunno. I suppose that depends on the alternatives.

She joined Wanda on the top ledge, walking over to the knob and turning it back and forth a few times. Yep, definitely lose.]

What kind of alternatives do you have in mind?

That are-- less dangerous than dancing? ... Meditation, I suppose. ... I should probably warn you that I sometimes accidentally hex while I dance. Which-- would make dancing more dangerous than it... really needs to be.

[She can't help it. The words are out of her mouth as she chuckles and says,] I wonder if Billy ever does that.

[Thankfully, she's already started to move into the room, finally finding a light switch on the wall to illuminate the room.]

Probably not. ... He seems much more... In... control... [She trails off as the lights snap on, showing what Wanda would consider a very classy dance hall.]

... This place is nice...! Why don't people use it?! [Sure, it wasn't what she was used to, with New York clubs and all, but it was still nice!]

[She's not certain she'd agree. Sure, it looks posh, but also a bit antiquated. Especially when you compare it to some of the clubs she's gone to in New York. Wrinkling her nose a little, she walks over to one of the green booths and pokes at the fabric.

Hmm.]

I have no idea. [She turns to face Wanda, smiling confidently.] Don't get me wrong, I love vintage. But we can definitely do better.

...Better? How? I mean-- It's not exactly what I was expecting, but-- there's plenty of space for dancing...?

It's all about the decor.

Ever get a chance to go out when you were back in New York?

I few times. ... They were nothing like this, though. ... For one thing, there were more-- lights. Flashing. ... But I figure we could, ah, install those...

There's no actual monetary system in place here. [Bright, bright grin.] I'm thinking sky's the limit.

True...! [She looks up at the celing, now imagining a sky-light. That could be cool]

... What about you? What-- kind of clubs did you go to?

Um. [Normally, she's not exactly sheepish about her family's wealth. But this is Billy's mom. And Kate can't help wanting to make a good impression.] Usually? The exclusive kind.

Money gets you everywhere?

Exclusive? ... I'd like to try that. ... I usually just walk in the front door, but I don't have money. ... Maybe I'm not going to the right clubs. [Or maybe you're a bombshell in a tight dress and the world is sexist and unfair to all the people waiting in line you walked past all those times, Wanda. You never know.]

You'd be surprised how stupid some men can be when it comes to short dresses and well applied makeup.

Really? ... I try to stay away from men if I can help it. ... They're too-- touchy. ... Probably the worst part of going out dancing. [She's not entirely sure how the subject jumped from exclusive clubs to stupid men and fashion (she really is that sheltered). But she's willing to run with it! She moves a bit further into the club, intent on inspecting the bar, looking to see if it's still stocked. ]

[Doesn't Kate know it? But any of the regulars at the clubs Kate tends to frequent know better than to mess with her now. It might have something to do with the way the last guy who tried to grope her wounded up with a sprained wrist. Maybe, maybe not. But there are some humiliations that she refuses to live through ever again.]

It's not about the touching, Wanda. [She turns to explore the other half of the bar, inspecting the tables lined up against one wall.] They can look all the want. It's all they need. But as soon as they cross that line? It's your prerogative to put them in their place.

... My brother uses that word a lot. "Prerogative." ... I'm not shy about-- defending myself. But I usually get kicked out after that. [She lets out a brief, sardonic laugh.] I'm sort of running out of clubs that will let me back. ... Which is why I should try the-- exclusive ones, maybe.

It helps if you have the money to do so.

We don't have the money for anything back home. [She admits this without any aparent shame or hesitation.] The boys don't mind picking pockets and shoplifting but... I'd just as soon not, if I don't have to. ... I admit I'm currious-- how do you find the money clubs?

[She reaches back to scratch at the crown of her head somewhat sheepishly.]

Did I mention my dad owns Bishop Publishing? We're kind of rich.

Bishop... Publishing. [The name doesn't ring a bell. But the explanation that follows as plain enough.] Ahhh. So you have to be rich to find the money clubs. ... I guess that makes sense. [She hops up to sit on the bar, swinging her legs around to the other side, having found the bar to be dry. She pays no heed to the dust she kicks up.] What do you do if someone without money finds the club?

[The hesitation makes her roll her eyes just a little. It's a reminder that while Wanda might exist in their world, apparently Kate and the other Young Avengers don't necessarily exist in hers. Or maybe they just haven't been born yet. Either way, Kate has yet to meet someone whose actually heard of some alternate universe version of herself.

But she brushes it off quickly enough, leaning back against one of the booths and crossing her arms over her chest.] Me? I never really cared one way or another. I'd make a lousy hero if I let something like social stature actually get to me.

Well-- you're a good person. ... one of the first humans I've met to actually-- talk to me, and not just start yelling, 'Myehh, myehh, mutant menace, myeahh.' [Her voice pitches up slightly, and she's clearly mocking someone as she rolls her eyes, and lifts her hands to making little talking mouths with them. She looks back to Kate and smiles.] So you... I wouldn't worry about.

[She keeps quiet on the fate of the mutants in her universe. Mostly because, well, it had been the Scarlet Witch's fault to begin with. There's a list a mile wide that never needs to be told to this Wanda. But Kate's never exactly been the best at walking on egg shells.]

You've met my friends. [Kate returns the smile and adds in a slight shrug.] Race and species don't exactly matter, either.

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