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It's taken almost two days to ride from where Dinah found him to the Cooper farm. While Scott is used to pushing himself beyond human levels of endurance, he hasn't been sure what the blonde can take, and its easier to get the lay of the land if they ride in shifts.

There may be a memory here and there of anotehr time spent in a post-apocalyptic world, one where he might have been known as Prelate. Eventually, however, he pulls into the driveway and sits there, studying the layout.

"Anyone home?"

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If he caught anything about the Young Avengers in the Daily Bugle back home, she might look familiar, "You have, though I guess a village might be a better term. There's a lot around here. Others in Metropolis nearby."

Honestly, Scott has been busy trying to keep the Institute running smoothly, grieving over his wife, and being Fearless Leader to pay attention to anything that doesn't concern the fate of the world. He gives no indication of this, however, and merely inclines his head to one side.

"Good. I'd like to inquire about room and board with the proprietor. A woman named Dinah sent me here."

She knew sort of him, knew of the X-Men, even though she was with the Secret Avengers during the Civil War. The war she was torn away from.

"I wouldn't be the one to ask. Most of us just find a room to bunk down here in this bunker. There's a Lucy Cooper who lives in the house. I know Dinah, we've met."

She came over to offer her hand with a smile, "Not sure if our worlds exactly match up, but I've seen pictures of you. With the X-Men right? I'm Kate. Kate Bishop. Also Hawkeye of the Young Avengers."

This produces no visible reaction, though if Kate really is an Avenger, she'll note the way his body is now subtly coiled, with the Field Leader of the X-Men ready to spring into action at half-a-second's notice.

"Kate Bishop." The 'nice to meet you' is implied.

But he does reach out with a gloved hand to briefly shake hers.

She was also a trained fighter, and shook his hand for a moment before taking a step back. Her own posture tensing, and shifting for better center of balance.

"I'm not like my teammate Billy, not going to ask for an autograph. ...It's just nice to have somebody else from my world. Who's not a villain like Venom, you know?"

That gets him, and there might be a very brief flicker of confusion across his face.

"Why would you want my autograph?"

Of the symbiote's mention, he can only clench his jaw. His team was not able to lend a hand on that one, they were too busy trying to keep Magneto from destroying humanity. Again.

"I don't. Saying one of my friends and teammates might. He's a mutant too. But he's not here. None of them are."

She sighed, and glanced down. It was hard, being here and cut off from everything of her world. Being with Will helped, gave her support when she needed it.

"Sorry, I could show you around if you want it, but I'll leave you alone if it's a problem."

"What makes you think that I---" It's instinct, a long held habit that makes him question anything and everything to do with homo superior when in regards to himself. Scott lowers his head for a few moments, trying to let some of the worry and stress evaporate like so much morning dew.

It doesn't work.

"I'd appreciate that, Miss Bishop. You," There is a pause for Dramatic Effect, "...can call me Scott, if you'd like."

But he's not going to smile - it's against his code, man.

"Because even though a lot of mutants were killed or lost their powers, there's still many left?"

Slightly sharper tone, "I'll stick with Mr. Summers for now, and don't try to humor me. If you want to be left alone, just say so."

Scott will see your sharp tone, Miss Bishop and raise it with his credentials. And his penchant for completely taking over when the situation calls for it.

"If I was going to humor you, Hawkeye, I would have made arrangements for tea and cookies. When I say I want to be left alone, you can believe me. Right now, you're the only one here who even knows who I am. So straighten up and act like an Avenger."

But he might apologize later when the fatigue wears off.

She's also told off Captain America to his face, and if she hadn't thought of Patriot as being a better leader for the team, she would be one.

"Be stale cookies anyway." She folded her arms in front of her, and then walked ahead.

"You coming, Scott, or what?" Small smirk back at him.

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