OP 7

Kate Bishop -

Scene 1 -

"Na, na, na, na. Na na, na, na. Hey, hey, hey. Fuck oooooofffffff!'" Sang Harry as he aimed his gun and fired. His gun, highly modified by Grey Matter to the point where it could probably stop a tank, fired a blue beam that evaporated several of the flying Chitauri vehicles.

Harry was currently on top of a building in the middle of the New York invasion, shooting down as many Chitauri as he could. The last few days had been a whirlwind for him, he had been discovered by Shield and met up with Nick Fury himself before he ended up meeting all of the Avengers. He could hardly believe that a year ago he was in a different world, a different dimension where he would read about these characters. But now...now he was in the Marvel universe and had been part of the formation of the Avengers.

'Wait!' He thought to himself. 'Am I an Avenger now?!' He wondered just before shooting down another two Chitauri. His actions managed to attract the attention of the other aliens as two of them started flying towards him and started blasting. He clicked his gun and transformed it back into a small rectangular box, which he strapped to the side of his hip. He turned and ran before jumping off the building and free-falling down to the streets of New York.

As he fell, he couldn't help but notice one of the lower buildings. There was a girl there, shooting down Chitauri with a bow and arrow. Activating his rocket boots, he slowed down his fall and landed on the same building. The girl turned and noticed him. She had a pretty face, chocolate brown eyes and black hair tied into a ponytail. Upon seeing that he wasn't an invading alien, she turned her focus back to the aliens and shot two arrows at once, taking down two flying chariots.

"Hey, what's your name?" Harry asked as he walked over to her.

"Kate," She answered as she knocked another arrow. "Kate Bishop. What about you?"

"Call me Harry," He answered after she fired. The name sounded familiar; he was sure he had heard of her before. She was connected to Hawkeye somehow in the comics, if he remembered right. Was she his daughter or younger sister or something? "Hey, do you know Hawkeye?"

"I do!" She laughed before shooting down another chariot. "Do you? Is he here?" She asked excitedly.

"You want to come and see him?" Harry offered, fiddling with his Omnitrix.

"Sure," She said, ducking an alien blast and firing off another arrow. "How do you plan to..." She trailed off as Harry suddenly transformed.

"Big Chill," The now transformed Harry said.

"Whoa!" Kate gasped before aiming her bow at him. She fired, and the arrow shot through his now intangible body.

"Relax, it's still me," He said before becoming tangible again.

"What? Are you an alien? Are you one of them?" She pointed to the Chitauri.

"I'm an alien now, but not one of them, now buckle up." He said, stepping forward and scooping her up bridal style. "Let's go meet Hawkeye, do me a favour and blast a few of them on the way if you can."

"This was supposed to be a normal day," She whispered to herself as she stared at the alien that was now carrying her through an active battlefield in her own home city.

Scene 2 -

"Where's the kid?" Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye, asked as he walked into the room. He saw Steve and Bucky playing table tennis at a speed that most people couldn't keep up with. Bruce and Tony were both working overtime on their latest science project that they couldn't make heads or tails of. Sam and Rhodey were both trading war stories while Natasha was FaceTiming her sister on her phone.

"Would you perhaps be referring to Miss Bishop?" The voice of Jarvis echoed throughout the room.

"Yeah, that one, where is she?" Clint asked once more.

"She is currently in her room, along with the girls from the Xavier Institute and Mr Harry," Jarvis answered.

"What?" Clint blinked. "The kid's all alone in a room with that guy?"

"And a few other girls, yes," Jarvis confirmed.

"Relax, he's a guy in a room full of hot girls, we've all been there," Tony said dismissively, ignoring several snorts from the others in the room. Clint ignored the billionaire playboy and walked through the tower to the room where Kate was staying. He was starting to really like her; the girl reminded him a lot of his own daughter, for better or worse, he was starting to see her as one of his own. Meaning he was not happy to leave her alone in a room with another guy.

He typed in the passcode for the room and opened the door, mouth already in motion to start a lecture, but he stopped as he took in the sight. Kate was there, along with two girls from the Xavier Institute, Jean Grey and Kitty Pride, if he remembered right. They all hadn't noticed him entering as they were too busy petting and stroking Harry.

Who was in his 'Wildmutt' form for some reason?

"Aw, he's so cute," Kitty cooed as she stroked the large, orange, dog-like creature that was big enough to put tigers to shame and had teeth the size of daggers. Obviously, the girls hadn't seen Wildmutt in battle before. The last time Clint had seen Wildmutt, the creature had torn a Hydra soldier's arm off. But now...in front of these girls, he appeared to be nothing but an overgrown puppy. Clint let out a small sigh and was about to leave when he heard Kate speak up.

"Yeah, he likes this," Kate smirked as she stroked him. "In all forms," She added with a wicked grin.

Scene 3:

"Okay, let's just fix up your posture a bit," Kate said, placing her hands on his shoulders.

Harry nodded to her and let her go to work. As thanks for several alien upgrades courtesy of Grey Matter, Jury Rigg and Upgrade, Kate had decided to teach him archery. Which was why he was now in the Avengers tower shooting range with a bow and arrow in his hand. He allowed her to shift his shoulders, chest and arms into the perfect position needed to shoot. Trying to keep his breath steady and trying not to react to the woman who was now up close and personal with him.

She looked stunning as always, wearing tight black yoga pants and a tank top, her hair pulled into a ponytail. He froze as he felt her breath on his neck as she pressed herself against his back.

"You've got to relax a bit, you know," She said in a teasing voice.

"Kind of hard to do that when you've got a supermodel pressed against you," He shot back.

"Yeah, well, relax a bit and make a relatively decent shot," She ordered before leaning forward. "If you do, then maybe I'll do more than just press against you," She whispered into his ear. His grip slipped, and the arrow shot forward, somehow managing to hit a perfect bullseye. "Wow, that worked better than expected." She blinked.