Interview with an Undead Super Hero

[katfarrell]

(Tag Hawkeye)

Kat Farrell was not having a particularly good day. There were times when she well and truly hated covering the super-human beat for the Bugle

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[violet_arrows]

Clint had left the tower early that day to go home and change. After all the excitement and weirdness, he figured one less body would help the situation. He laughed at the fact that Tony and Steve were probably being driven insane.

He parked the glider behind the building and walked out front, seeing secruty pushing a young woman outside. He walked over and decided to help.

"There a problem here boys? Or do you two enjoy pushing around those who are smaller than you?"

He looks over to her and smiles.

"You ok?"

[katfarrell]

Kat tugged her jacket straight with an indignant sniff as the two security guards released her. She stumbled backwards a bit, tottering on her heels and pushed her glasses up her nose as the two security guards looked first at Clint, then at each other, then at her.

"Mr. Stark's orders. Ms. Farrell is not allowed in the building."

"You can't keep me out!" Kat snapped, tugging on the press pass around her neck.

"Yes, actually we can. Goodbye, Ms. Farrell." The two guards stepped back inside, leaving Kat to fume for a moment before she actually got a look at Clint. Then her mind very abruptly changed directions. "You're Clint Barton," she said.

[violet_arrows]

"Ah Tony said you could beat up woman huh? I guess I'll have to tell him about this later."

Clint smirked over at Kat and then paused. He had a grin on his face, which usually meant he was up to no good.

"Guilty as charged ma'am, might I ask of which beautiful reporter I am talking to?"

He had read an editorial when he first came back about everything that happened with Wanda. It was the usual Bugle insulting fluff piece, but he noticed the picture of the woman that had wrote it. She was that woman. He just couldn't remember her name.

[katfarrell]

"Kat Farrell, Daily Bugle," Kat said, pulling out her notebook and pencil with the speed of long practice. "Care to give a statement on why the Avengers reported that you died?" She met his eyes directly, pencil hovering over the notepad as she waited for an answer.

So heroes seemed to come back from the dead all the time. It wasn't going to be the biggest story out there. But by God, an interview with Clint Barton, one of the few non-powered members of the Avengers! Now, that would be quite the little scoop.

[violet_arrows]

"So you really think i'm that interesting of a guy, kat?"

He smirked to her as he enjoyed another slice of pizza. Maybe he should write a book. It would all depend on how much free time he had.

"I guess I could give it a shot. Who knows, maybe we could convince that publisher of yours to give me a weekly column in the bugle. Clear up all the confusing things about the super hero community."

OOC: Its funny cause I was about to ask you if I could make a new comment so it didn't drag. :)

[katfarrell]

"Olympic level archer who ran away and joined a circus as a kid, ex-criminal, former leader of the most famous super-human group in the world... if it weren't real life, I'd say your story's something out of science fiction," Kat said. "And trust me, you can't convince Jameson of anything. The trick is to make him think it was his idea all along. And to ignore the yelling. And the smoking." She made a face. The Bugle offices always stank of J. Jonah Jameson's cigars, a smell she would never be fond of.

[violet_arrows]

Clint smiled at her and then shook his head.

"Ms. Farrel, I'm just guessing here. But have you been following my career? And yeah, I've heard horror stories about that boss of yours."

[katfarrell]

"Somebody had to write your obituary, you know," Kat pointed out with a small grin. "And I just happened to know about you. I've got a brother who would kill me if I didn't get your autograph." She leaned back in her chair and smirked.