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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate found a new ride today. There was a perfectly good motorbike just sitting around, and she found a helmet. She'll get them painted later but right now she was enjoying the flat open roads of Kansas.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Sokka does a great line on customising motorbikes!

-- Well, not painting. But the old farm bike Steph'd found runs like a dream after she let Sokka play with it for a few days, even if it still looks a little clunky.

Should Kate come upon another biker, it is entirely possible it will be Steph, helmet slung in the panniers and hair blowing in the wind. Safety regulations? Pfffft, those don't count if you're a superhero! ... right?

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Well, she's a superhero who likes to play it a little safe. Only since she lacks some handy enhanced healing abilities, and doesn't want to lose her head.

She pulled around, nodding to her, and braking to a halt easily.

"Hey."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph pulls to a halt too, beaming at her. "Isn't today awesome for riding? It's all sunny and gorgeous!"

Safety is for losers! ... and, you know, people with respect for their skulls. Steph is seventeen (or maybe eighteen, she's not sure, they kinda lost track of dates) and therefore her skull is immortal and she will last forever.

Teenagers.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate's about the same age, but there was a civil war going on back home. And had some close calls, so not entirely thinking immortal.

However, that wasn't on her mind as she grinned back.

"Oh definitely."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"I've totally seen you around the farm," Steph says, grinning and pushing her hair off her face. "I'm Steph, Steph Brown. Did I meet you at the meeting?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"I saw you there, but there was too many to really talk. I'm Kate Bishop, seen you around too."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph nods happily. "Awesome to meet you properly!"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Same here. Into same line of work, right? You over in Metropolis more?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"The heroing!" Steph agrees, grinning. "Well, the Birds are, but I mostly just hang around the farm. I haven't really wanted to get back into it yet."

This makes her thoughtful for a few seconds. Should she? But that would mean less hanging-out-with-babies time, not to mention the hanging-out-with-Sokka time. Problem!

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Birds? Nice name. Mine's Hawkeye when I've been with the Young Avengers."

She eyed her a little, "You don't miss it? I've been missing it since I got here."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"The Birds of Prey," Steph says, grinning. "Lady Blackhawk, Black Canary, and Oracle."

As to whether she misses it or not ...

After a moment's serious thought, she shakes her head slowly. "You know, I don't. I mean, the excitement and adrenaline, I miss that, but ... I dunno. It's just ... nice to have a break."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Good names, I think I've met some."

Kate then asked, "You don't? Having the opportunity to help people? Protect them and keep them safe? I've been enjoying my time here, with Will, but... I feel guilty that I know there's people out there who need protection. And they need somebody to look out for them."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph turns her bike off and leans against it, thoughtful.

"I ... I guess the difference for me is that here ... my city's dead. And I have -- well, a sort of a family, now. I never used to have any reason to keep myself safe, you know?"

[will_scarlett]

Will was working in the fields today so is holding his shirt when he sees Kate,

"What manner o'beast is that?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Mmm, shirtless boyfriend. A fine sight indeed. She pulled over, and braked. Cutting the engine so it would be easier to talk.

"It's a motorcycle. You want a ride?"

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, where do I 'ang onto ye?"

He pulls on his shirt and looks over her and the motorcycle, she just looks good.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Climb on behind, and put your arms around my waist mister." She grinned back at him.

[will_scarlett]

He's very happy to sit behind her and his hands wander over her bare stomach and kisses her neck.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Soft moan from her, and she hissed, "Not fair to distract the driver."

[will_scarlett]

"Na drivin' yet an tis all that skin there an ye did tell me to grab ye round the waist."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"I did... but I'm supposed to start up the bike. Not you start up the driver."

[will_scarlett]

"Can do that later, aye."

He makes a slow lazy circle on her stomach.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Another moan, "The bike or me?"

[will_scarlett]

"Do ye whene'er ye want."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"You're not helping with the decision," she gently chided him. "Now do you want to see what this girl can do or what?"

She'll realize how bad it sounds in a moment.