Ultimatum

Kate's mother rose to her feet. "Young lady," she said with a raised voice, "I will not have my daughter going out and risking her life with an Avenger again. If you leave, you're not welcome back until the new year."

Kate stomped defiantly. "Fine! I don't wanna be here with you and your creepy fiance anyways!"

"Then go."

Kate started for the door, but her mother interrupted. "Ah ah ah. Give me back my robe."

Kate turned in shock. "What?"

"It's my robe. Give it back."

Kate groaned. "Fine," she grumbled, "just let me go get dressed."

Her mother grinned mischievously. "That wasn't part of the deal."

Kate's mouth hung open. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. The clothes are in my house, I will not allow you to get them. If you agree not to chase Clint, I'll let you get dressed. If not, there's the door."

Kate groaned. She knew which option she preferred, but she was far too stubborn to back down now. She reached for the tie on her bathrobe and winced, dreading what was to come.

The door to Bishop manor slammed into Kate's bare ass, knocking her off balance. Before she could even think, the world's greatest archer was sent plummeting to the snow below her, completely nude once more.

Kate looked up and spat out a mouthful of snow, hearing the door lock behind her. "Some Christmas," she mumbled.