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𓍼 summary 𓍼 Kate Bishop is trying to kill Yelena Belova
⋆˚࿔ notes ⋆˚࿔ Here's another lovely little chapter for you all, this is the second to last chapter in the series! *spoiler* Only time will tell, but as of right now I'm not planning on having them develop a super close relationship in this fic, it just doesn't feel like something Yelena would do. She literally met Kate a couple days a go lol. Don't take that as me saying they won't progress to anything though, they definitely wont end this fic as just friends :)
╰┈➤ The drive back to Levy is. . . torture. To say the least. Kate is all but interrogating Yelena the entire four hour drive, and Yelena tries to not give away too much information. . . but she kind of fails. In her defence, though, Kate overshares right back at her.
It all started back in Kate’s college days at UC Berkeley. Yelena got the long story, thanks to the four hour car ride back to Levy--and the two hour detour to the drop-off point for the book.
Pretty much, it sounded like Kate got recruited by an Avenger (former? Avenger?) to do his dirty work. Clint Barton, otherwise known as Hawkeye. Yelena grimaces a little at that name. That’s the same man Natasha has gotten into trouble with. It really is a small world.
Actually, Yelena can’t be too judgy on this topic, considering she’s been employed by Valentina to do her dirty work. Oh, well. Ms. Goody Two Shoes Kate Bishop got roped into protecting a corrupt politician trying to cover up a trafficking ring. I guess neither of them are perfect.
But, then again, Yelena also doesn’t tell Kate why she’s felt so familiar all this time. From her first meeting with the brunette, there’s been something about her that Yelena has recognized.
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New York City, two years earlier
This mission was supposed to be easy. Locate Clint Barton, and kill him for Valentina. She doesn’t know why Valentina wanted an Avenger dead, but it’s not Yelena’s job to ask questions. Yelena’s job is to kill Barton, but his new apprentice is making this task increasingly difficult.
Yelena doesn’t know this person and doesn’t plan on meeting them, all she knows is what she’s learned from Valentina. Barton has an apprentice that he totes around on missions sometimes, under no circumstances let the apprentice witness the assasination. And don’t kill the apprentice either.
That’s a tall order, considering this person seems attached to Barton’s hip. She wears a mask, so Yelena can’t figure out her identity. The only distinctive feature is her purple bodysuit and brunette hair.
But, she doesn’t matter. What matters is the fact that Barton is alone, for once, and now it’s time for Yelena to move. The apprentice went off on a side mission, and Barton was left as a lookout in this tiny little apartment one of them lives in. Yelena can’t really tell which.
She was lined up with a long-gun in a building adjacent, and she was about to take the shot, but fate stopped her short when she got a call from Valentina, telling Yelena to abort the mission because she was needed on a higher-importance task. So she packed up her gun and left, leaving Kate’s mentor alive and well.
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Anyway, now they’re about ten miles out from Levy. They left pretty quickly after the whole Mr. Rochovich fiasco, considering the Boston police would probably be looking for Yelena, if not them both. And, Valentina likes Yelena to wrap up her missions quickly.
The sun is rising, the dashboard of Kate’s purple Jeep reads 6:32 am. Yelena is driving, this time. They switched off around the 4 am mark when Kate’s words started to slur together a little. She’s clearly not used to the ‘being on the run’ life. Good thing Yelena is.
Despite her exhaustion, though, she still hasn’t slept more than a few minutes in the passenger seat. Yelena can’t tell if it’s because she doesn’t trust her, or if it’s because of some other unknown reason Yelena’s too tired to dwell on right now.
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Kate’s exhausted, but she still doesn’t sleep after Yelena takes over. It’s not that she doesn’t trust her, per se, more of the fact that her Jeep is her baby, and Kate hasn’t let another soul sit in the driver’s seat except Eli. Even then, that was only one time.
So, maybe, in a weird and totally unexpected way, Kate actually trusts Yelena a lot.
Which she totally shouldn’t, considering they met like 3 days ago and Kate just caught Yelena stealing from and maybe killing a man about 7 hours ago.
“Turn left up here at the light.” Kate mutters sleepily, and Yelena does as she says. It puts them on one of the many side streets of Levy, and Kate’s house is about a mile down it.
“We’re going to your house? Not the shop?” Yelena asks tentatively.
Kate nods, waking up a little more, “Yeah, sorry I kind of went on autopilot. Are you good with that? We could sleep a couple hours, and then get to the shop to check on the truck.”
She watches Yelena hesitate briefly, before nodding, “Yes, I suppose that’s alright.”
Kate smiles and chuckles softly, “Okay, as long as you suppose that’s alright. Turn up here,” she points to her driveway, “you can park under the cover up there.”
As Yelena parks, Kate stretches out and puts her shoes back on (she had taken them off 30 minutes after Yelena started driving so that she could curl into a more comfortable position). Yelena kills the engine and the girls clamber out of the Jeep.
The sun is fully risen, but Kate feels fully ready for bed. Her dad’s probably already at the shop, her mom is most likely starting her morning routine. She considers popping in to say goodmorning, but the thought of curling into her bed and sleeping is more powerful than that one.
Yelena follows her to her guesthouse, and she makes it all the way up to the door and starts unlocking it. Then, Lucky comes bounding up to her.
“Lucky! Hi, baby!” She says, a burst of energy surging through her at the sight of her best friend.
She spots her mom out of the corner of her eye, on the back porch of the main house, and waves goodmorning to her. She must have seen them pull up in the driveway.
She gets the door all the way unlocked and heads inside. She doesn’t miss the way Yelena was patting Lucky’s head the entire time Kate was unlocking the door. It took her a while. She’s bone-dead tired.
“There’s food in the kitchen if you’re hungry, bathrooms all yours if you need a shower. And the couch is yours, unless you want the bed.” She flashes a smile at the blonde.
“Thank you. I’ll take the couch. . .” She trails off, like she was going to say something but thought better of it.
“Need something?” Kate asks, collapsing onto her ottoman.
Yelena starts to shake her head, then thinks better of it when Kate gives her a look, “Do you have a first-aid kit?”
Kate blinks. Has she been injured this whole time? Kate made her drive with an injury? How bad is it? Is it from Mr. Rochovich?
“Yeah, in the bathroom under the sink.” She heads in to grab it for her, setting it on the counter, “You’re hurt?”
Yelena comes in after her. It’s a little cramped in the small bathroom, but Kate takes a seat on the edge of the tub so Yelena can have some space, “Yes, Kate Bishop. Rochovich didn’t just hand the book over.” She gives Kate one of her small smiles, the one that Kate has learned means she’s deflecting from something.
“Where?” She asks softly.
Yelena pauses for a moment, and then slowly lifts her tank top over her head, leaving her in just her sports bra. It reveals a pretty sizable gash on her torso, just above the waistline of her shorts. It’s already starting to scab over, since it’s been literal hours before Yelena decided to mention anything, but it still needs to be cleaned and taken care of.
Kate does just that without hesitation. She gets up from the tub and gestures at the closed toilet seat for Yelena to sit. Yelena hesitates, once again. Kate is too tired to bother.
“Yelena, just sit down. You’re my guest, I’m not letting you patch yourself up by yourself.”
That gets a small smile from the Russian, “Fine Kate Bishop. I didn’t realize you made it a habit to apply first aid to your guests.” Kate snickers at her while she prepares a wet rag and some antiseptic.
So, the hot blonde Russian jokes. Maybe Kate’s gotten her to warm up a bit.
Yelena takes a seat on the toilet, finally, and Kate follows, crouching down and sitting on her knees to take a better look at the wound. It’s about 3 inches long, but not wide enough for stitches. Nothing a big Band-Aid and antibiotic won’t fix.
“You know, this could have gotten infected.” Kate points out, dabbing a cloth with antiseptic onto the wound.
Yelena tries to hold back her hiss at the sting of the cloth, but Kate gives her an apologetic glance for it anyway, “Really, I had no idea wounds could get infected if left untreated for hours” She says, her Russian accent rolling off of her tongue easily now. Call Kate crazy and gay for this, but it’s probably the hottest thing she’s ever listened to. Especially when paired with Yelena’s new found sarcasm.
Kate chuckles lightly again, looking up at Yelena as she tears open one of the big Band-Aids, “Lucky you have me.” She says playfully.
“Lucky I have you.” Yelena agrees, with a soft-toned voice.
Kate finishes up with the Band-Aid and pats her knees, getting up and putting the kit away, “All done. Need me to kiss it better or will you survive without?” She asks with a smirk, leaning down to put the kit back under the sink.
She doesn’t look, but if you ask her Yelena was totally blushing. She just has no proof. But, either way, Kate didn’t give her a chance to respond, “Okay, I’m going to bed now, I’m literally about to pass out from exhaustion. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” She throws a smile back at Yelena, still sat on the toilet seat, and heads into her room. She crashes onto her bed so quickly she doesn’t even think about changing into sleep clothes or getting Yelena situated. She’ll figure it out.
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Yelena Belova is convinced that Kate Bishop is trying to kill her. It might not be obvious considering she just cleaned and bandaged Yelena’s wound that she had been neglecting since the meeting with Mr. Rochovich, but she’s for sure trying to kill her.
“Do you need me to kiss it better or will you survive without?”
The smirk Kate gave her will probably haunt her nightmares tonight. And to think this has all happened because her stupid, old, rusty truck broke down in the worst spot possible.
“Goodnight.” Yelena calls out as Kate closes the door to the bathroom softly, leaving Yelena alone with her thoughts. Which is a scary thing, considering Kate’s sentence is still ringing through her head like a clock that just struck a new hour. So she gets up finally, throwing her tank top back on and stepping out of the small bathroom.
Unfortunately, Kate’s house is only made for one person, and the bathroom is connected to Kate’s room. And yet again, Kate Bishop is trying to kill her. This time with a pajama shirt that’s halfway pulled on. She averts her eyes quickly before she can really see anything, her back was to Yelena anyway. On her way out of the bedroom, she mutters a quick ‘sorry’ and ‘goodnight’. Kate says her goodnight as well, but Yelena doesn’t really hear it.
She grabs a blanket and lays down on the couch. Twenty minutes ago, she probably would have passed out for a least an hour or two, but now she’s wide awake.
“Do you need me to kiss it better or will you survive without?”
Yelena Belova has some feelings that she isn’t quite ready to disclose yet. What she will say, though, is that sentence kept ringing through her head all night long. She may have gotten 2 hours of sleep total.
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