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It was some sort of fucked up routine, but you already accepted that it was just part of dating a superhero. And a very good one.
You’d be lying on the couch during movie night, cooking together during some new culinaire adventure, taking a walk in the park with Lucky or doing simply anything normal couples did. Until another villain would decide to show up, no worries about your personal life.
Kate would turn to you, an apologetic smile — the one that made you hold your complaints about how you never were able to do anything together those days — on her face as she handed you whatever she was holding and ran away to suit up and do her job protecting New York.
“If you die I’ll kill you, got it?” You shouted in the middle of the sidewalk with such seriousness it made goosebumps rise through Kate’s arms as she walked away from you.
“How would that even work?” She raised her brow, trying to lighten up the mood, but she knew you were still going to patch her up later with a scowl on your face.
“Don’t test me, Bishop. You wont like it.”
“Take Lucky back home, okay? I’ll meet you guys soon.” You both knew that was probably a lie and she would come back hours later.
“I’ll be counting the minutes.” You let her go with a small encouraging smile, conflicted between pride and fear.
Kate Bishop was one amazing person, both on the hero and human side, but lately a lot of amazing people were dying, heroes that you never thought about their human side. You just didn’t want her to be one of them.
“Let’s go home, Lucky.” You announced to the dog that was still facing the way Kate ran. “She’ll be home soon.” You told him, like you really meant to comfort him. It was clear that saying those words was more of a way to make yourself believe in them too. “She always comes back.”
He barked in agreement, or that’s what you thought he wanted to say. At least you still had company to talk on the way back to the safety of your apartment.