Kate & Her Micheal
Kate Bishop had a gift. She could some how go into the darkest and deepest shadow, where you are, and bring you back out.
Unassuming, shy even. That is how Kate Bishop is described. It was her best disguise and defense. She wore no mask, or costume. She never resorted to violence, or force.
It was a mystery how she could stop a man, intent on murder, to suddenly lay down his weapon and sincerely apologize.
How a woman determined to end her life, is swayed into believing in herself again and going away with a hope in her heart and smile on her lips.
How she could strip greed, which is the biggest culprit of suffering, from the heart of a thief.
Katie didn’t think of herself as being at all special in any way. She just felt this compulsion to help people who needed it.
How could she do all that when she was just Kate... unassuming, shy Kate?
I told you it was a mystery.
When she started to speak to you... you just wanted her to approve of you.
But Kate was no super-hero. She was flesh and blood. Flesh and blood that that felt pain and hurt; and she had been in pain and hurt. A child in a house with parents who had no natural affection, silence was her only defense.
But..... someone...someone heard her silent cry. And so where she could not save herself, another protected her.
His name….was Michael.