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Kate had bantered plenty of times with Matt, but missed the times when Foggy and Karen were there to team up at messing with him. Alliances changed quickly, but it was all in good fun. As what was left of her designer dress came off, completely ruined and probably having no chances of being saved, she listened carefully to the conversation going on at the other side of the door.

It almost felt like the old times. Even if Frank was way more rougher around the edges than their other friends ever were.

It was so relieving to have him there.

"I was thinking Stevie Pole Wonder!" She called out, interrupting the pair's conversation after Frank asked about Matt's imaginary stripper name. She couldn't help herself, both she and Matt needed this. Frank probably too. The world was going to shit and having a moment to pet her dog or think about Matt's hands on her face... Yes, they were all reminders of the reasons why they all fight.

Friends. Family.

They fight so that nobody ever faces a loss like they did with Foggy. Or Matt's dad.

Her own dad.

Kate probably broke a record by how quickly she changed into her Hawkeye costume. She was well aware that the clock was ticking and she still had things to do, she needed to get ready for what was about to happen. This was important, she needed to pull her weight and couldn't depend on these guys. She wasn't going to hold them back, she wasn't going to prove Matt wrong and keep him distracted, watching over her ass.

Gathering her hair into a ponytail, she walked out of Matt's room to join Frank. "I swear I don't normally wear all this makeup for this kinda thing. Hope these assholes feel special."

Making kissy noises and patting her lap, Kate got Lucky's attention as she headed towards one of the bags she'd brought with her, taking out Lucky's leash. She handed it to the dog, who obediently took it in his mouth. "Okay, boy, We're going for a walk. You go downstairs and wait for me. Wait downstairs, Lucky," she insisted as her dog eagerly wagged his tail, following Kate to the door.

Holding it open, she let him out and repeated. "Downstairs and wait, Lucky." The retriever headed to the stairs, hesitating as he looked back. "We're going to get pizza. Wait downstairs."

That did the trick. Quick as an arrow, Lucky followed her orders and, she could only hope, would be clear of any danger.

"Matt brings you up more often than you'd think." She commented, her gaze going up at the ceiling as she was well aware that Murdock was listening. "Even if he plays hard-to-get, I'm sure he's glad you're here." Heading to her things again, Kate opened a leather duffel bag to get out her quiver and select her trick arrows. She needed to choose quickly, keeping in mind something short-ranged that wouldn't backfire on them.