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[So Kate shows up, and the place is a total dive, one of those bars where everything seems to stick and where she'd generally prepare herself to punch at least one guy for getting too friendly. It's easy enough to spot Damian, and she pushes her way over.]

Hey.

[She makes a face at him as she sits and leans close to whisper conspiratorially.]

I think there are more roaches than people here.

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[ Damian cracks a small smirk. ]

What can I say? It reminds me of home.

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[A smile! Kate grins back.]

At least the drinks are cheap. So, what have you been up to?

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I'll get into it after we get started. [ He'll just order a rum and coke - or like, the future equivalent of one. Not whatever Jason got him last itme that knocked him flat. He's not a big drinker but he knows that's a pretty safe bet. ]

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Oh. This sounds like a story.

[Kate just gets a beer, because she'd rather drink from a bottle than a potentially gross glass. Once the bartender slides their drinks over and leaves, she spins her stool to face him.]

Spill.

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My brother is an idiot.

[ He takes a drink - makes a face, because he always forgets the taste. ]

An enormous idiot.

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[Kate laughs, both at his expression and his statement.]

Why? What did he do?

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He came up with a harebrained scheme and I had to follow through with it to make sure he didn't go to someone else and get himself killed.

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[Uh oh.]

What scheme?

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He wanted to investigate the glow in our chest.

[ siiiiiiip. ]

So we did some minor exploratory surgery.

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[Kate's eyes are locked on his as he speaks, and she makes the terrible mistake of taking a sip of her beer just as he says "exploratory surgery". She promptly chokes, spilling a bit of the beer and practically coughing up a lung. Thanks, Damian!]

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[ That.

That actually gets a laugh. HE DIDN'T THINK PEOPLE DO THAT IN REAL LIFE. ]

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[Holy shit he's actually laughing. Kate wrinkles her nose, swatting at his arm to try to retain some of her dignity. It doesn't really work.]

You what? Hafid.

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Relax. He's fine. I knew what I was doing.

[ But suffice to say. ]

I didn't go past bone. Suffice to say there's nothing in there.

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He said he had minor surgery and I thought he got stabbed again or something.

[Well... he sort of did.]

Why didn't you guys try to find a doctor?

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I have the equivalent of a PHD in medical science and human anatomy. We didn't need one.

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I...

[Sure. Okay.]

Of course you do. Did you even have any anesthetic?

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Rudimentary ones. [ you know.

ice and booze. ]

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[Kate just... covers her face.]

Oh my God, that sounds miserable.

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He'll be fine.

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[Kate sighs and lets her hands drop. Exploratory surgery! Why not!]

What do you mean, there was nothing there?

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No machinery. No abnormal sigils. At least nothing I could see.

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Wow. That's not what I was expecting.

[She touches her sternum absently.]

What could it even be, then?

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Most likely some kind of magic.

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[Kate sighs, tilting her head back.]

And of course Loki and Strange don't have their powers.

[Nothing can ever, ever be easy. She straightens again after a second to study him.]

You're acting flippant about this, but are you okay? Really okay?