EPILOGUE
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New York City
August 23, 11:46 EST
6 Months Later
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Kate Bishop pushed open the doors to the empty warehouse, letting sunshine fill them. The black-haired female was dressed in dark jeans, a purple shirt, and was wearing white gloves. She had a single bag in her hand and her friend was carrying several more.
Kate's friend was shorter than she was, by almost a full head. America Chavez had dark hair and eyes as well as soft brown skin showing her Hispanic heritage. She was wearing a white, loose-fitting T-shirt with the Captain America shield on it, red jeans and a blue jacket.
Kate walked inside and set down the bag, America setting hers down next to Kate's. Kate pulled a sledgehammer out of her bag and hefted it. She glanced at a holo-design of the building on her Stark Industries S-Phone. She set it down, glanced at it one more time, and swung her sledgehammer into the floor. It caved way and revealed a formerly hidden basement. The basement was large and empty. It could easily house everything Kate wanted.
Kate opened the door from the inside and America backed the black SUV into the building. The ramp leading to what was once a loading dock would serve as a great place to launch vehicles from to traverse New York City with ease.
America got out and shut the door behind her, walking to where Kate was.
"You're sure that we're safe?" she asked.
"Yeah, after that whole Days of Future Past bullshit, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still cleaning up riots, wars, and their own ranks." Kate replied, her voice strong. "They don't have time to notice two girls "vandalizing" a building."
America nodded. "Where are you going to set up the training course, because I want my computers out of the line of fire."
Kate gestured at the far end of the building next to the exterior wall.
"Alright, upper right corner it is." America replied. She closed the door to the building she had driven the car through and hefted two bags on her shoulders, carrying them across the room. She began unpacking slick monitors and see-through screens, setting them up carefully.
Kate dragged a large target to the far side of the room and nailed it to the wall. She walked almost thirty yards away to her bags and opened them. Inside was a purple bow and quiver. Kate grabbed them both, strapping the quiver on. She pulled an arrow out of the quiver and notched it, aiming carefully. America stopped working to watch.
Kate took a deep breath and exhaled, letting the arrow go at the same moment. It flew, whistling across the room, and impaled itself in the dead center of the target.