Kate Bishop, the other Hawkeye, gets tired of the emotional brick wall and ongoing meltdown that is Clint Barton, the other other Hawkeye, and heads out to LA to be a superhero PI. Madame Masque is out for revenge, her credit line is cut off, forcing her to resort to cat-sitting, and her fist case is to find some missing orchids. It's Philip Marlowe in purple, a conceit confirmed by her receiving mentoring advice from a tired guy in a raincoat in the cat-food aisle of the local supermarket. There's a lot of sun-soaked dirging and depression and nothing quite working out, in keeping with the general tone, Kate Bishop, millenarian rich-girl with a heart of gold kicks against the constraints and conventions of being a tarnished gumshoe knight of the mean streets, which includes getting beat up a lot and getting framed for murder and having it all taken out of your hands by remote authorities in a most unsatisfactory manner which seems to preclude real justice, and it's adorable.