Kate Bishop and the Tracksuit Mafia

“Come on, quietly now.” A man said in a hushed voice to another who was carrying a wooden crate. The man was Dmitri Petrov, a Russian gangster who was a lieutenant in the Tracksuit Mafia.

“Why the hush hush? You said that the city was free of the archer.” the goon replied to his boss, referring to the first Hawkeye, Clint Barton.

“Yes, but there’s still a Spider crawling about, a devil, and the other archer.” Dmitri replied. The only vigilante he was worried about was the other archer, Kate Bishop. She had foiled his last few attempts to regain a foothold back in NYC for the Tracksuits. Other 22-year-old girls were out having a grand ol time, but Kate found her happy place in taking down criminals.

In fact, Kate Bishop was observing Dmitri and his men unload their cargo from the shady white van that was parked in the auto shop, Fat Man’s Tires, an auto shop that had historically been a front for the Tracksuits.

‘Jesus… If not anything else, Dmitri is persistent…’ Kate thought to herself as she continued to scan the auto shop for anything else suspicious. Kate wished that Clint was still around NYC so that she had someone to quip with. A partner or something, but Spider-man said he was too busy and that Dare Devil guy kind of intimated her. So, she went at it alone. The whole hero vigilante thing.

Once Kate got a good sense of the layout of the auto shop once more and how many Tracksuit Mafia goons there were, about 9 in total, she went to work. The first things she targeted were all the lights surrounding the auto shop, to include streetlights. The city probably hated her for this.

In quick succession along with expert accuracy the arrows left her bow. The bulbs exploded into millions of pieces of glass, and the gangster began to panic.

“Shit! It’s the archer!” One goon cried out.

“But I thought he was gone!”

“The girl archer!”

“That’s right!” Kate exclaimed as she let a concussive arrow loose towards one of the goons.

“Oooph!” The goon grunted as he slumped to the ground.

‘One of nine.’ Kate counted in her head as she shot a grapple arrow to the building next to hers. Once the grapple hooked in, Kate swung to her next position. By the time the Tracksuits had figured out where her voice and arrow had come from, she was gone.

“Shit! Su-Ka…” Dmitri mumbled to himself as he scanned the tops of the buildings. This was not the first time he had faced off with Kate Bishop and she had humiliated him countless times.

“Had enough yet Dmitri?” Kate taunted from the rooftop of the brick building she was on right before letting loose another two arrows at two unsuspecting goons. They go down.

‘Three of nine. Can’t wait to tell Clint this story.’ Kate grinned at the thought.

Dmitri cursed in Russian once more. He could feel himself getting overwhelmed with anxiety. How this was going to be yet another humiliating defeat for him to the hands of some twenty-something year old girl with a bow and arrow.

“Turn yourself in and you won’t have to go back to your boss to tell him you lost yet again!” Kate teased more as she leaped to the next building while keeping to the shadows. “To the same girl too!” she added, letting loose another arrow.

“Cyka blyat!” Dmitri expressed his frustration the only way he knew how as he watched yet another idiot goon of his expose himself only to get taken out by the archer vigilante. In an act of desperation, Dmitri grabbed his radio and called for help. “Markov. Please. Help.”

“Wilco.” A voice replied from the radio.

Dmitri had not returned to NYC with just his own men. The Tracksuit Mafia had also sent Markov Teller, an American Russian with American military training, along with his team to help Dmitri. Dmitri was insulted at the gesture and told Markov to not do anything unless asked for. It was unfortunate for Kate Bishop.

Although Kate was more than a match for the usual street-level gangster lieutenant, Markov was in a different league. Kate barely saw it coming.

“Gotcha.” Kate muttered to herself as she shot another arrow at another of Dmitri’s men. The man had foolishly peaked around the corner he was hiding behind.

“And that’s four…” Kate began to count aloud in celebration, but her joy was cut short by the sound of a metal cannister rolling towards her. “Shit!” She exclaimed right as the cannister exploded. It was a stun grenade. Even the shades she was wearing did little to block the flash.

‘Shit this is bad!’ Kate thought to herself. Blinded and disoriented, the young heroine is unable to put up a fight when Markov and his men descend upon her.

Markov and his three men had been following the vigilante girl since the first arrow to have left her bow. Markov could have pounced at any moment, but he was respecting the orders of Dmitri. When the go was given, Markov and his men moved with extreme efficiency. Efficiency only gained from strict rehearsals and experience.

“Augh! No! G-get off of me!” Kate shouted out loud to the sudden four hands that grabbed her. She barely heard them coming. “Noo!” She grunted as she feels her bow ripped away from her hands. Kate struggled as much as she could, but she is easily overpowered by these men.

By the time Kate began to get her sight back, she was on her knees, hands cuffed behind her back with cold steel cuffs that bit into her soft wrists. She looked up at her assailant as her vision began to clear. It was Markov Teller.

“Who the fuck are you?” Kate asked while glaring up at the man in front of her. Markov smiled at how fierce the girl still was but ignored her question. The man’s smile caused a chill to run down Kate’s spine.

Markov ordered the man standing behind Kate to stand her up.

“H-hey! Get off of me you creep!” Kate protested and struggled to only end up standing up with a tighter grip around her arms from the goon behind her. “Woah! Hey what do you think you’re doing!?!” Kate shouted in a panic as Markov moved towards the girl and began to run his hands across her body.

It wasn’t sexual though. It was deliberate and strategic. Kate hated how robotic it was. She had been searched before, and every time before, the man conducting the search usually took some liberties. She would act like she hated it but there was a part of her that enjoyed it, the looks and the little gropes.

This was different. She felt small, like a good part of her knew she wasn’t going to get out of this. She was out of her league.

From the search, Markov produced a few knives that were on Kate along with two phones. Markov threw the phones on the ground and prepared to stomp on them.

“Wait wait! I haven’t paid those off yet!” Kate shouted in jest, but really didn’t have any other ways of being tracked or communicating for help other than those phones. “NO!” She cried out as they smashed into pieces as Markov stomped on them. “You’ll pay for that! 19.99 a month!” She said, trying to add some levity to a situation she felt she was losing control of fast.

…

Markov and his men continued to ignore the girl and her endless quips and protesting. Markov had one of his men just pick her up over his shoulder and brought her down to the office of Fat Man’s Auto Shop where Dmitri was.

“Augh!” Kate grunted as she was thrown into the office from the doorway, right in front of the desk Dmitri was sitting at. “Oh… Hey Dmitri…”

“Cyka blat…” Dmitri mumbled. He had heard the explosion of the stun grenade but had assumed the worst and retreated to his office.

“A peace offering Dmitri.” Markov said as he stepped into the office and threw a small duffle bag onto the desk.

“What?” Dmitri inquired, looking into the bag. His eyes opened in awe at the sight of what was in the bag. The bag was full of a variety of different sex toys from what he could see. It had paddles, vibrators, crops, dildos, pretty much anything a sexual deviant would want in a go bag.

“Your men tell me how much you hate this woman.” Markov began to explain, “this girl pretending to be like that annoying hawk hero.”

“Pretending? I’ll-” Kate was about to protest only to be cut off.

“Shut up!” Markov shouted with a cold glare at the girl who was still on the ground with her hands cuffed behind her back.

Kate gave a dry gulp.

“We’ll have to teach this one some manners, no?” Markov commented to Dmitri much to Kate’s chagrin, “As I was saying. Your men tell me not only how much you hate this girl, but also how much you want to fuck her. How much you want to stick your fat cock into her tight little pussy.”

Kate’s heart dropped and her stomach turned as she listened to how the one Russian mobster was speaking about her. She slowly propped her back up against the office wall after working off the pain of being tossed into the room.

“Woah… Hey now… Dmitri’s and I have a strictly professional relationship…” Kate said, once again trying to add levity to the situation with one of her trademarked Kate Bishop quips. Unfortunately, her quip didn’t do much to deter Dmitri from hungrily looking her up and down the moment she had been tossed into his office.

Markov did not appreciate Kate speaking out of turn and grabbed something out of the bag he had thrown on Dmitri’s desk. Kate’s eyes opened wide at the sight of what was in his hand, a ring-gag.

‘Shit…’ Kate thought to herself. Though a young woman, Kate had the full college experience, so she knew what a ring-gag was.