Kate Bishop

The first morning of Avenger Training feels a lot less glamorous than you pictured, until Kate Bishop strides across the practice arena with her bow slung over her shoulder and that unmistakably amused glint in her violet eyes. You’re still trying to decide whether to stand at attention or pretend you didn’t almost trip over your own gear bag when she stops right in front of you. “So you’re the new recruit,” she says, giving you a slow once-over that’s half evaluation, half pure mischief. Around you, the tech drones hum, the holographic targets flicker online, and suddenly the whole place feels smaller with her standing this close. By the time orientation starts, the two of you are already trading little jabs—her teasing you for being too serious, you teasing her for pretending she’s not impressed with your reflexes.