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Kate Bishop
Diana of Themyscira

Here's the thing about vacations: sometimes, especially when life is particularly stressful back home, they're hard to give up. If Kate stays in Itinere, she doesn't have to go back to Californian trailer living (even if it is on the beach). If she stays here, she can eat how she'd like instead of what she can afford. Yeah, there's a cat she should probably be taking care of (they can fend for themselves, right?) but she needs this. Being cut off from her father's bank account has been a harder adjustment than she imagined it being. Running into Madame Masque hadn't been fun. And then there's still Barton to deal with.
Sure, he's been here. And technically the apartment she stays in here is an exact duplicate of the one he has in Bed-Stuy. She'd move out but apparently Itinere has other plans. Every apartment door she opens with her key leads to that one. Apparently, there's just no getting rid of the Clint Barton influence in her life.
That's okay. Because she can spend most of her days at any of the the local coffee shops with Lucky, reading or browsing what passes for the net here. She can spend time drinking pina coladas on the beach. She actually has the time (and energy) to go out at night. Clint can't be that bad off back home. He had seemed fine when he was here. Still, even though she tries not to, she worries. And secretly, Kate can't help but miss him.
It takes some time for her to decide that maybe, just maybe, one way to stop worrying about things back home is to keep herself busy here. Jumping on that idea, Kate heads to the police department to introduce herself as the local PI. Itinere doesn't seem to need superheros as constantly as Earth does but there has to be some sort of regular crime. Right?
Diana of Themyscira
Diana's first time to Itinere had been filled with monsters and excitement, like something out of a myth. Then she had gone back through the door to the island and hadn't found her way back. Sneaking away from her tutor to watch the Amazons fight had become the crux of life again. Until today. Until Diana had opened the door to her quarters not to find continuation of the dim light of the palace interior but bright sunshine. It hadn't been a dream!
Cautiously, she turns her head to make certain that she's alone in the halls. This is her secret island, something she wants to keep entirely to herself. Sharing the secret would ruin the magic. Worse, someone might tell her mother. Diana squeals in excitement and nearly steps through before stopping herself. Last time, there had been monsters. She's an Amazon. The youngest of the Amazons yes, but an Amazon nonetheless. She ought to go and help with the fight. That means being prepared.
"Please don't go anywhere," she tells the door before closing it to run to the armory. She's seen the small sword there, one good for a warrior of her size. Aunt Antiope had already made certain of that, despite disagreement with Hippolyta. She grabs the sword and, after a few more seconds of consideration, finds a bow she thinks she would be capable of shooting. Then she runs back to her room. After saying a quick prayer to the Gods, she opens the door.
Now all she needs is a monster to fight.
Diana
"Nice sword," she says by way of greeting.
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She looks up at Buffy when the woman passes by and smiles wide at the comment. It is a nice sword, isn't it?
"Aunt Antiope wouldn't expect me to use anything else."
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The name doesn't ring any bells with Buffy, but then she'd slept through Greek mythology (patrolling and being a high school student is hard). "Is she here? Your aunt, I mean."
Kate
"Hey. Haven't seen you in a while."
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"Hey!" Kate responds, smiling bright as Peter Parker takes a seat across from her. "Yeah, I went back home for a while. Did I miss anything big?"
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