Hawkeye #7 Review

Writer: Kelly Thompson / Artist: Leonardo Romero / Marvel Comics “Look honey, I ain’t never ran from a n**** and I Damn sho’ ain’t bout to pick today to start runnin’.”-Wayne Listen, I don’t know what’s up with Kelly Thompson. I don’t know if she PR’d in the Gym. I don’t know if she be watching the Rocky montages before she writes. I don’t know what Kelly Thompson be doing before she puts pen to page but what I do know is she is writing her ass off. Kelly Thompson isn’t fucking around or penning scripts anymore, she’s in the booth spittin’ 16’s while Leonardo Romero is on the soundboard recording everything then drawing it up. You can’t convince me that’s not what’s happening here. You’re not convincing me this creative team isn’t working on Hawkeye as if it’s a mixtape for the fandom streets.

My god man, this issue was so freaking great. It opens up with Kate Bishop reeling from that ass-whooping she got served last issue and investigating a gift left by her attackers. There’s a small box left for Kate on some Seven, “what’s in the booooooox?!” level shit. Bishop opens the box and it’s contents immediately switch her mood. Thompson put’s Kate N’ Barrel on a warpath as shit just got personal. The way we see Kate Bishop tooling up for war? Kate Bishop stuffin’ that duffel bag with the bow? Packing up the arrows? Her purple jumper jumpin’? When that jumper gets jumpin’ ain’t nobody making it out alive. Lemme tell you something, Kate Bishop’s duffel bag is akin to Rust Cohle’s …