The New Hawkeye & Black Widow

"Ok, yeah- yes, don’t worry. We’ll see you tomorrow morning in class. Bye." Y/N hung up the call with her friend and sighed out in relief when her back hit the comfort of her mattress and helped relax her tense shoulders after her shift in a cozy bar near her apartment. She realized her dream of moving to New York to study to become an actress, but she was broke just like any college student, so she found a job in a bar as a waitress. It paid well enough to help her with bills but she was desperately searching for a roommate and unfortunately found no one yet. She reluctantly sat up from the bed to change into warmer, much more comfortable clothes to help her warm up from the cold of the winter, plugged her phone on the charger and placed it on the nightstand, before grabbing her laptop and leaning down comfortably on the bed once again. Since it was still pretty early to call it a night, she decided to catch up on the new Hawkeye series, so she grabbed the confronter and tucked herself in before starting the first episode.

-

"Fucking finally!" Y/N groaned as soon as she exited the lecture hall of her last class of the day. "I literally tuned out the last 20 minutes of Mr. Brown’s lecture."

"I think I tuned him out as soon as he said ‘good evening’." Y/N’s friend Max quipped, making Y/N laugh heartily at the confession. "Hey, tomorrow night we’re going out right?"

"Yeah, I would really love to join you guys tonight but I have a shift that starts at 6 p.m. and I get off work around 1 a.m." Y/N pouted at her friend as they walked out of the campus.

"I know Y/N/N. Don’t worry. You’ll make up tomorrow night!" Max patted Y/N’s left shoulder with her hand while the other rummaged into her backpack for her car keys. "First round is on you!"

"Deal."

"A-HA! There they were." Max exclaimed when she finally picked up her keys, "are you sure you don’t want a ride home?" The redhead asked Y/N ad she opened the driver’s door.

"Yeah no, I’m fine. It’s a 10 minute walk to my place. I have enough time." Y/N smiled in appreciation at Max, before engulfing her into an hug and started walking into the direction of her place. As she strutted down the busy streets of New York, Y/N hummed a soft tune under her breath before stopping altogether when she felt herself loose balance as she felt her head spin wildly for a few seconds. She leaned her right hand on the nearest wall to regain her balance, shutting her eyes close while her free hand massaged her temple gently. The dizziness vanished a few seconds later making it look like nothing happened. "What the fuck?!" Y/N whispered under her breath as she tried to understand what the hell just happened. "I seriously need to stop drinking too much coffee." Y/N snorted under her breath with a small shake of her head and resumed her walk home, only for it to be stopped once again a few feet later when a body collided with hers hard and the impact made her almost fall down on the ground, but a strong arm prevented her to crash right on her ass on the curb.

"I’m so sorry! We are in a hurry and I wasn’t looking where I was going." A voice that sounded strangely familiar resonated throughout Y/N’s ears and when she opened her eyes she instinctively closed to prepare herself for the inevitable collision with the ground, they widened instantly when they fell on none other than Hailee Steinfeld dressed up as Kate Bishop. "Holy shit, you’re- you’re-."

"Yeah, I know- I had the same reaction when I met him." Hailee joked as she pointed with a small tilt of her head to her left, making Y/N realize that she was too much focused on admiring the breathtaking, ethereal beauty that was Hailee to notice that there was someone else beside her. When she recognized who was the other person, her eyes widened even more as Jeremy Renner waved at her awkwardly with a small smile.

"Holy fucking shit."

"Yeah I know, Hawkeye!"

Y/N forced herself out of her shocked fangirling and composed herself enough to form proper words instead of repeating the same ones like a stupid parrot. "Wow, you guys really stay in character. But, yeah, anyway, it’s nice to meet you!"

The two shared a confused look, their eyebrows knitted together and their lips curled into a bemused pout, but they smiled at Y/N nonetheless when they focused their attention back on her, "same here."

"Oh my god! Are you already shooting for season 2?!" Y/N asked with widened, dreamy eyes, her excitement skyrocketing at the prospect of watching a season 2 of what is quickly becoming one of her favorites tv shows.

"What?" Jeremy asked confused at the same time as Hailee spoke up.

"What? A season 2? I didn’t know we were filmed Clint! Oh I knew I was starting to become famous. I’ll be the favorite Hawkeye in a blink of an eye, you’ll see."

Wait a second Clint? Wow they are really great actors! They didn’t break their characters! "We are not filmed. And please, I will always be the most loved Hawkeye between us." Jeremy scoffed indignantly as he rolled his eyes good-naturedly, causing a small smile to roll over Hailee’s features.

"Well Hailee is very loved as Kate Bishop by all Marvel fans." Y/N shruggered nonchalantly, "but Jeremy we love you too! The show helped everyone get more attached to Clint’s character now that we have a more introspective look into his life."

"I’m sorry who?" Hailee asked like she just asked her to solve the most difficult math question while Jeremy was sporting the brunette’s same bemused expression and their weird behavior was puzzling Y/N to no end.

"You two. Hailee and Jeremy." When the two kept staring at her with the same furrowed expression, Y/N lifted her right eyebrow up in question, "wow you guys really like to stay in character. Hailee Steinfeld, Jeremy Renner? Guys c’mon! You can break your characters now!" Y/N laughed awkwardly trying to lift the spirits up but when Hailee and Jeremy’s lost expressions only deepened, Y/N took a deep, calming breath and shook her head. She was starting to get mad at the two actors’ rude behavior.

"Wait, hold on a second! Hailee and Jeremy as in actors and singers?" Hailee butted in, interrupting the silence as her face lit up like she just had an enlightenment.

"Yes?! Guys is this a prank show where I get pranked by celebrities?"

"Mh no?! Those are celebrities, we are just superheroes." Hailee explained with drawled words like she needed to slow down for Y/N to understand.

"I mean that is the same thing. You guys play Kate and Clint in the MCU, so it makes you guys superheroes and celebrities." Y/N was starting to get annoyed by this stupid prank, hoping cameras will appear soon so this nonsense will be over.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jeremy asked, looking around in suspicion as he got closer to Y/N, while Y/N stared at him more confused than ever.

"Wait hold on- let me just get this straight- who are we to you?" Hailee asked in an hushed tone, her question making Jeremy turn his head around and stare at the black haired girl like she grew two heads.

"What?" Jeremy asked, not completely understanding where Hailee was going with her line of questions.

"Mh Hailee Steinfeld and Jeremy Renner?" Y/N asked more than stated but the troubled expression on the two actors made Y/N believe that it wasn’t the right answer. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/N asked irritated, not really liking the game the two actors were playing with her.

"Oh shit, okay hm- do you need to be somewhere right now?" Hailee asked hurriedly, her eyes moving between her and Jeremy before settling on her watch on her left wrist.

"Can you help me understand?" Jeremy asked, massaging his temple to try to subdue his growing headache.

"We need to hurry. I’ll explain everything on our way to our target’s spot." Hailee explained to Jeremy before focusing her attention back on Y/N, lifting her perfect styled right eyebrow up to urge Y/N on with answering her previous question.

"I’m on my way to work right now."

"Great, you’ll come with us."

"No, it’s too dangerous. And why does she need to come with us?!"

"Oh right, hm- where do you live?"

"A few blocks away but-" Y/N tried to argue with Hailee, still not understanding her unsettling behavior and why she couldn’t show up at work.

"No buts, you can’t go to work and you can’t go to your house. Here, follow us. My place is not too far from here, we’ll go there." Hailee grabbed Y/N’s arm and gently pushed her towards the opposite direction her workplace was, making her furrow her eyebrows in confusion but her feet didn’t stop Hailee and followed her instead.

"Kate can you explain to me what’s going on?"

"I think she is from another universe and she doesn’t know it." Hailee explained, stopping at a red light and staring at Jeremy, watching his face contort into a deep frown.

"What? How do you know it?"

"Because she called us Hailee and Jeremy, but knows in some way we are Kate and Clint."

"Oh shit, how did she get here?"

"Hm- she is right here and listening. What are you two talking about?" The light turned green and the three swimmed through bodies of citizen hurrying on New York’s street, but the two actors completely ignored Y/N’s words, both too absorbed into their minds to acknowledge her before stopping 5 minutes later in front of a building.

"Can you go to the meeting without me? I need to keep an eye on her and try to get a few more informations from her."

"Yeah, yeah. No problem. Call me if you need anything." Jeremy nodded to Y/N’s way before keep walking and disappearing around the corner a few seconds later, meanwhile Hailee opened her building door and lead Y/N up the stairs before leaning her thumb on a fingerprint scanner and unlocking her apartment door, stretching her arm out to let her in first.

"Thank you." Y/N reprimanded herself for the small blush tinting her cheekbones as she walked further into the apartment and took it in slowly.

"Do you want something to drink?" Hailee asked politely as she placed her keys in the bowl beside her door then following Y/N further into her apartment.

"No, I’m fine. Hm- can you explain what is going on?" Y/N fidgeted with her fingers nervously, leaning her butt on the table behind her to find some balance. She watched Hailee let out a loud sigh as she combed her fingers into her black locks.

"Have you ever heard about something called multiverse?"

"Yeah, I watched a lot of movies. There had been a few Marvel movies about this concept too."

"What’s Marvel?" Y/N stared at Hailee flabbergasted at the question, not really believing she was still playing along this prank.

"Ok, I’ve been patient and got along with this nonsense. But it’s starting to become a sick joke. So if this is a prank, let’s just get over this."

"Prank? Okay- let’s just sit. You need to be seated for this." Hailee grabbed Y/N’s bicep gently and walked her towards her couch, sitting beside her and taking her hand off of her before placing it on the girl’s knee. "This is not a joke. We are not filming anything. I’m not who you think I am. Well, I am to some extent, but not completely."

"I’m not following."

"I’m Kate Bishop."

"Yeah, I know. Hailee I must admit you are a great actress, wow you never broke out of your character."

"I’m not Hailee. I’m not playing a character. I’m just Kate." Y/N did a double take at that, now slowly understanding what was happening. Multiverse. Clint. Hawkeye. Kate. Shit. Fuck.

"Wait- what?" Y/N haphazardly grabbed her phone from her pocket and searched ‘Kate Bishop’, her mouth slacking open in shock when the safari page doesn’t show pictures of Kate from the Marvel comics, but Hailee’s Kate, with the description under her name, ‘archer, Hawkeye’. She quickly typed Hailee Steinfeld into the search bar and confirmed what she already knew. She scrolled through Hailee’s filmography and didn’t find Hawkeye in her tv-show section. "Holy fucking shit. How is it possible?"

"Well like I said, it’s about the multiverse. You must have travelled from your universe to ours. Did you pass through a portal or something?"

"Hm no, everything was fine. I went to class this morning and just got out of my last lecture before walking to work like I always do. I felt a bit dizzy a few seconds before bumping into you, but I didn’t think about it too much. It’s probably because I’m still tired from Sunday’s late night shift and classes on Monday and maybe from too much caffeine." Y/N explained as calmly as she could as her mind wrapped around the fact that she found herself into another universe without freaking out too much.

"It must have happened when you felt dizzy. I mean it can’t be a coincidence that you bumped into me a few seconds after feeling dizzy." Kate argued as she caressed her chin in deep thought. "The question is, how do you know me and Clint?"

"Well, i-in my universe- shit it feels so weird to say it." Y/N shook her head before meeting a pair of warm blue eyes staring at her as a comforting hand caressed her knee.

"You’ll get used to it."

"In my universe you are just a character in a comic, the Marvel comics. These comics became famous, so they decided to put them on the big screen and became critically-acclaimed movies and tv-shows. Actors and actresses play a lot of these characters into the MCU - Marvel Cinematic Universe - and Hailee is one of them. She portrays Kate - I mean you. And holy fuck, you’re her. I mean you look like Hailee when she portrays Kate. That’s why I called you Hailee. I though you were with Jeremy - he portrays Clint -, both dressed like Kate and Clint, to shoot season 2 of Hawkeye."

"What? Hailee and I do not look alike." Kate scoffed like Y/N just told her the dumbest thing in the world while Y/N stared at her with wide eyes and an expression that screamed ‘are you kidding me?!’. "Okay maybe Clint does look a bit like Jeremy Renner, but not that much." Kate moved her hand as she passionately countered Y/N’s admission, her words only deepening her incredulous frown.

"Hailee- I mean- Kate. Are you serious right now?! You literally are her but with black hair and blue eyes!" Y/N sighed out when Kate merely stared with an adorable frown and a cute crease right between her eyebrows that Y/N’s hands itched to touch to stretch it out, but continued nonetheless, "anyway- the most important issue here is, how did I get here and how do I go back?"

"Right! Okay first thing first, we need to be sure it was only you that travelled through the multiverse and did not swap places with you from this universe."

"It can happen?!" Y/N asked with a combination of shock and curiosity and Kate merely laughed at her genuine reaction.

"Rule number one of multiverse travel-"

"You don’t know anything." Y/N finished right before Kate could and the gasp that fell out of the black haired girl amused Y/N to no end.

"How did you know?!"

"I watched Doctor Strange in the multiverse of madness. It’s one of my favorites America’s quotes."

"Holy fucking shit, this is more intricate than I thought." Kate massaged her forehead as her brain processed this new puzzling information. "You need to tell me about this MCU and all these movies you watched."

-

"Okay, wait hold on- do I look like Jeremy Renner?" Clint asked as soon as Kate finished her recap of all the informations Y/N had told her in the past few hours, repeatedly sitting up and pacing in her living room then sitting back down and twitching her leg up and down anxiously with her body leaning on the table on her outstretched arms and elbows.

"That is the only thing you heard from all this story?!" Kate asked flabbergasted, staring at Clint with amused shock at her idol’s question.

"No, but it was the first question my mind came up with while processing everything you just told me." Clint winked at the distressed blue eyed girl before sitting up and mimicked the black haired girl’s pacing around Kate’s apartment’s living room. "Okay well, it’s getting late. We need to be sure her other self didn’t travel to her universe, then we need to figure out how to send her back home. I promised my kids I would be home to spend some time with them." Clint had a worried and troubled expression on his face, wanting to help Kate with all this mess but also wanting to spend some time with his family.

"Don’t worry, I have everything under control." Kate smiled determined up at Clint, sitting up and patting his shoulder gently, causing a small smile to roll over is lips as he nodded in appreciation.

"Do not burn your apartment when I’m away."

"That was a one time thing!"

"More like several times thing." Clint chuckled when Kate rolled her eyes and punched him hard on his shoulder for bringing up her few failed attempts at cooking.

"Okay, fine, don’t worry. We’ll order something. Now go spend some time with your family. I have everything under control here. I’ll call you if I find something." Kate started pushing Clint out of her apartment, Y/N watching the two with amusement written all over her face but a small, gentle smile etched in her soft, rosy lips. Damn, it really looks like I’m watching Hawkeye live.

"Okay, bye Y/N! It was nice meeting you." Clint waved at her with a small grin, Y/N reciprocating the gesture immediately with what she considered too much enthusiasm. She just met her idols, sue her.

"It was nice meeting you too!" And then Kate closed the door, Y/N hearing a loud clicking sound, meaning the lock slotted into place, as she took Kate’s apartment in thoroughly, completely mindblowed by the fact that it look identical to Kate’s apartment in Hawkeye.

"Sorry, it’s a bit messy." Kate spoke up, referring to her apartment’s lack of tidiness, as she haphazardly picked up arrows and clothes scattered all over the floor and couch, blushing furiously when she collected a purple, lace bra and met a pair of curious eyes before throwing it upstairs, launching it over the stairs’ rail.

"I was just noticing how your place here, looks identical to the tv show’s one." Y/N let her eyes roam a few more seconds around the room before focusing on the black haired girl throwing a bunch of arrows into a quiver hung on a wall with a big target on.

"Oh, cool. There’s something more that looks alike?" Kate, after she finished tidying up a bit her apartment, sat back down beside Y/N with a soft sigh.

"A lot of things yeah, but I’m still mostly shocked about you. Your looks, your personality are just the same as Hailee’s Kate is."

Y/N noticed a curious glint into her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, "what about Clint?"

"Oh yeah, Jeremy’s Clint looks a lot like this Clint. But honestly, even if I’m a big Marvel fan and love everyone endlessly, I love Kate more than Clint."

Kate tried her best to not let the world ‘love’ affect her too much, but the wild flutter in her stomach told her she didn’t a good job, "why?"

"Because I’ve been Hailee’s fan for a while and when I read the news she was going to be a part of the MCU, I was over the moon."

"We have so much to talk about. I want to know everything about this MCU thing. But we need to figure out how take you back into you universe first." Kate patted Y/N’s knee excitedly on her way to stand up and grab her phone on the table, to text America. "I texted America, she is our best option to help you go back home."

"Oh yeah, she can travel across the multiverse."

"Yeah! But unfortunately we need to wait 10 days or so at least because she just replied to me that she is in another universe helping Dr. Strange and Wong with something." Kate looked up from her phone and regarded Y/N with an apologetic expression, before blocking the device and placing it on the coffee table, sitting right beside Y/N again and looked into her Y/E/C irises in apology. "I’m sorry."

"Don’t worry! I mean, I get to spend 10 days in an universe that is like I’m living in a Marvel movie. I will definitely enjoy my time here." Y/N smiled at Kate, trying to convey it was no big deal having to stay a few days here, "I have a question, though."

"Ask away." Kate nodded in encouragement as she turned her body towards Y/N’s one so they could be face to face without craning their necks and laid her arm on the headrest of the couch.

"How did you text America if she is in another universe?" Y/N let curiosity swim through her eyes as she gazed at Kate’s phone on the coffee table before focusing her attention back on the smiling black haired beauty.

"Tony and Bruce created a program into each one of our phones that allow our devices to communicate all over the multiverse." Kate explained using her hands too much for her liking, but the cute grin Y/N was sporting for her clumsy personality eased the archer immediately.

"So you can contact my best friend in my universe?"

"Yeah."

"Oh great! Can you text her and tell her I’m okay and that I visited my family in some European country? We kinda had plans for tomorrow night and I don’t want her to worry about me literally disappearing from our earth."

"Of course I can. Do you remember her number?" Kate stretched over to retrieve her phone and typed Y/N’s best friend into her phone after she nodded gently, before passing her phone to Y/N and let her text her best friend.

"I told her I completely forgot to notice my boss for my ‘trip’ and if she could do that for me, so my job is safe for now." Y/N quipped as she blocked the device and passed it back to Kate, "thank you."

"No problem! Now, about that MCU…"

-

The night came by pretty quickly, the two girls lost into their bubble with Kate absorbed completely into Y/N’s explanation of all Marvel movies, tv shows and comics and Y/N talking passionately about her knowledge about everything Marvel related. "Okay so, I see there are a few discrepancies with our universe and the MCU, but a lot of things are pretty much the same."

"Yeah, kind of. But I have a question that is thundering into my mind since the very first episode of Hawkeye."

"I’m all ears." Kate leaned her elbows on her knees and leaned forward to prepare herself to answer Y/N’s question, watching the girl hesitate as she shifted slightly in her seat and wrenched her fingers anxiously.

"You don’t have to answer me, it’s just pure curiosity and I don’t know if I’m crossing a line here and I don’t want that-" Y/N rambled nervously as she tried to find the right words to express her inner turmoil but a soft laugh stopped her altogether.

"Don’t worry, we’re bonding and you’re from another universe. So curiosity is normal." Kate reassured the Y/E/C girl with a small grin and bumped her right first softly with Y/N’s left shoulder.

"Okay so, like I said I noticed a few hints in the show but it was never confirmed and I think it never will because Marvel likes to put a bit of mystery with these things-" Kate stared at Y/N in amusement as the girl rambled once again, making the Y/H/C girl notice it too, so she cleared her throat and asked quickly, like she was just ripping a bandaid off, "boys or girls?" What?! Of all kind of ways you could’ve asked her the question, this is how you ask it?!

Kate bursted out laughing at that, not expecting at all that question but finding hilarious the poor choice of words Y/N used to question her sexuality. "I honestly wasn’t expecting that question."

"I know, I’m sorry if I overstepped a boundary. You don’t have to answer me, it’s okay." Y/N sighed out in complete embarrassment, gripping the edge of her nose as she reprimanded herself for distressing the black haired girl.

"Hey no, you didn’t." Kate was quick to ease Y/N’s worries and concerns, caressing her arm gently, "I just wasn’t expecting your great choice of words." Kate chuckled again as Y/N groaned out discomfort.

"I know! I could’ve asked in a nicer way but my brain decided to forget everything in that moment."

"I know the feeling, it happens to me a lot." Kate chuckled but nodded in understanding, remembering all those times she was nervous on a date or trying to hit on a hot stranger in a club and her brain short-circuited every single time. "But to answer you question-" Kate paused for good measure, before smirking cheekily as she stood upright in pride, "girls."

"I knew it! Your wardrobe scream gay!" Y/N quipped airily, making Kate snicker at her joke loudly with a soft shake of her head.

"That so true. What about you?"

"I think I’ve liked girls since I was little." Y/N answered earnestly and shared another soft laugh with Kate. They talked a little bit more but then they decided to call it a night when both girls started to yawn out of exhaustion.

"Okay, you can take my bed. I’ll give you some pjs you can change into, you can find a spare toothbrush in the bathroom and a new set of towels to freshen up before bed."

"Are you kidding me? I’m not letting you sleep on the couch, it’s your house." Y/N protested with a confused face and her eyebrows creased together, "I’ll sleep on the couch."

"No, it’s out of discussion. You’re my guest. I don’t have a guest room, so you’re taking my bed." As if Lucky was listening to their bickering, he jumped on the couch and laid there comfortably, the two staring at the one-eyed pooch that was looking back at them expectantly, almost as if he wanted to pair them up purposefully. "Lucky no! You can’t take the couch!" Lucky barked at her in response and pointed with his head to Kate’s bedroom before winking at her - Kate knew he fucking winked and didn’t close his only eye naturally -.

"I guess the couch is out of discussion." Y/N quipped to light up the air and basked in the soft laugh leaving Kate’s mouth as she shook her head in fond exasperation at her fluffy, four-legged Cupid.

"I think I have a sleeping back stashed somewhere here." Kate asked pensively as she tried with all herself to not meet Y/N’s eyes, knowing pretty well she will burn from embarrassment at her mind already running wild for thinking of sharing her bed with the cute stranger she met this morning.

"There’s no need. We can share your bed." Kate stood frozen in her spot at Y/N’s suggestion, the archer hoped that the Y/H/C girl wouldn’t offer to share her bed so she wouldn’t combust from too much gay panic but, alas, she was wrong. Sensing the archer’s uncertainty, Y/N continued with a soft joke to help her relax a bit, "I promise I don’t snore."

Kate’s troubled expression erupted in a big grin, a soft laugh leaving her as she imperceptibly shook her head, "are you sure?" Her insecure pout came back a second later, wanting at all costs to be sure Y/N was 100% okay with sharing a bed with her.

"Of course Kate. I know we’ve only met today, but I feel like we’ve known each other for much longer. So yes, I’m sure."

-

Two days later the two girls strolled down the busy streets of New York with Kate enthusiastically telling her about her bickering with Clint and her time training to be an Avenger. "Once I almost peed my pants when I woke up with a giant ant staring at me."

"Oh my god!" Y/N laughed at the scene she just imagined, swaying a bit in her walk and bumping accidentally into Kate, who laughed along side her at the memory, "I would’ve jumped up in fright so high I would have fled the country."

"I almost did, but then Cassie explained to me that Anthon was like her dog and he followed her everywhere."

"Wait hold on, did you say Anthon, ANT-hon?" Y/N asked amused, her grin so bright it could outshine the sun.

"Yep." Kate popped the ‘p’ out as she struggled to contain her giggles at the amazed face Y/N was sporting, "Cassie and Scott love naming their ants with names that starts with ‘ant’."

"Somehow I’m not surprised." Y/N admitted, eliciting a loud, chest-warming giggle from Kate, who rounded her arm around the Y/H/C girl’s shoulders and left it there until they arrived at the coffee shop for their breakfast a few minutes later. Kate reluctantly let go of Y/N’s body in order to open the door for her, but her hand immediately searched Y/N’s warm body by laying a hand on the small of the Y/E/C girl’s back as they took a seat in the left corner of the not so busy cafe. After their waitress took their order, they chit-chatted lightly, talking about everything and nothing, about their lives, their jobs, their dreams and so on. The conversation flowed so easily that both girls were speechless in front at the comfort the two share, making it look from outside like the two had know each other more than a couple of days. "And then I slipped and embarrassed myself in front of like 100 people."

Kate’s laugh draw the attention of a few customers near them, but neither of the two girls cared, too much occupied in their casual talking to notice, "oh shit, that must’ve been embarrassing."

"Are you kidding me? I locked myself away in my room for a week. I couldn’t face all those stupid teenagers after falling and crashing into the bowl full of punch and drenching myself with it."

"Oh, I’m so sorry." Kate’s soft giggles continued for a little while, basking Y/N into feeling like she was being wrapped around a peaceful, warm and comfort blanket that she will never want to leave. After they enjoyed their breakfast, right before they were ready to leave, Kate receives a message that one of the tracksuits she was following for about a week was seen entering a pretty much sketchy warehouse about 10 minutes ago. "Wanna see how superheroing works?" Kate smirked enthusiastically at Y/N, who was sporting a confused expression with her eyebrows furrowed together and a cute pout, but she quickly recovered by nodding her head and smiling brightly at Kate.

"Hell yeah."

-

They started a routine after that day, pretty much spent with them hidden on a roof and staking out all day collecting as much intel as they could, with Y/N guiding Kate through buildings with their intercoms as Kate took out bad guys with her impressive combat and archery skills. The more they spend their time together, the more the tension that lingered between them thickened, but neither of them acted on it to make their friendship more.

On this sunny day, Kate and Y/N decided to have a lazy day off in Kate’s apartment, sprawled on the couch watching movies and cuddling with each other, while Pizza Dog snoozed on the floor beside them. Kate’s phone buzzed, drawing the archer’s attention from the movie, so the black haired girl stretched over the coffee table to grab her device and opened the text America just sent her. "America said that she will be here in 3 days to help you go back home."

Y/N couldn’t explain why she didn’t feel happy to return to her universe but felt a clench around the pit of her stomach at the thought - even though deep down she knew the exact reason and it was called Kate Bishop -. She didn’t want to leave Kate to go back in her universe where she only existed as a fictional character. She knew her feelings for the archer were already deep-rooted from the moment she started watching Hawkeye, but she only associated it with her long crush on Hailee Steinfeld. But that said crush only intensified when she actually got to meet the archer in real life and now that she has the opportunity to go back home to her family and friends, she couldn’t help the sad hole already forming in her chest. "Oh, cool."

"You don’t seem happy." Kate noticed the Y/E/C girl was acting a bit off from the news, so she regarded her with a worried expression while she discarded her phone on the couch and wrapped her arms around the girl harder, angling their heads to help them look into each other’s eyes without straining their necks.

"I’m happy, I promise. I- I’m just- I don’t want to leave you." After a long inner debate, Y/N decided to be honest with the worried archer, her chest filling with warmth at the affection seeping out of the black haired beauty from her strong embrace. "We’ve only met a week ago, but I already feel so connected to you."

"Me too, Y/N. Since we met I felt a pull towards you, a strong force inexplicably pulling me into you. But hey-" Kate lifted her left hand up from Y/N’s shoulder and interlaced it into her soft hair to massage her scalp comfortably and to prevent Y/N from straining her eyes from their intense gaze. "You don’t have to worry. I can visit you every weekend, you can do that too."

"Really?" Y/N’s eyes filled up with hope as soon as she processed Kate’s words, a big, bright smile wrecking her troubled features.

"Yes! America is my best friend, I’m sure she won’t have any problem with teleporting me in your universe and viceversa." Kate reassured Y/N with her million dollar smile, but noticed it didn’t gave her the hoped effect because Y/N still looked a bit concerned.

"I’m just- I don’t want to bother you with traveling across the multiverse to meet me. I mean we’re not talking about traveling in Europe, it’s the freaking multiverse."

"And I don’t care. Not even for a bit. For you? It’s worth it." Kate stopped Y/N’s rambling with her reassuring words, her stomach fluttering when powerful, determined blue met worried, distressed Y/E/C in an intense stare but continued to smile to convey to the girl she truly meant what she just said.

"Don’t look at me like that." Y/N rolled her eyes and the archer pleasantly noticed the faintest blush starting to tint Y/N’s cheekbones and her soft smile shifted into a wry smirk immediately.

"Looking at you like what?" Kate asked with a clearly fake questioning tone and Y/N knew that her innocent expression was far from clueless, but she decided to play along to see if she was reading correctly through the signals Kate was sending her way. She really hoped she interpreted right Kate’s words, soft touches and confident smiles. The Y/H/C girl didn’t know how to react if the girl she had a crush on didn’t feel the same way - running away into another universe seems like a pretty good option in her opinion -.

"Like I’m the most precious thing in the world." Y/N didn’t know where this honesty was coming from, but she really went insane if she didn’t ride this overpowering confident wave.

"Because you are, to me." Kate decided to lay her heart on a silver plate right in this moment, pushing aside all of her worries and her insecurities and just hoping the girl would reciprocate her feelings. Over this past week, the girl sat beside her crashed all her solid, steadfast, thick walls she built up around her heart after too many heartbreaks, sneaked her sweet persona and adorable self into Kate’s veins and inebriated the archer’s senses deliciously. Saying she was falling for her it may be too soon, but who cares about these things? You can’t control how you feel towards a person and Kate wasn’t regretting one bit the feelings she was quickly developing for the girl next to her. "You are an amazing person anyone would be lucky to meet and have in their lives. I’m so glad you got here because I’ve met you and fuck, I’ve never felt so understood by and connected with anyone in my life before. Your awesome self brought so much love and happiness in my life that I almost convinced myself I wasn’t worth of it, but you made me rethink that, you made me-"

Kate’s heartfelt confession was abruptly cut short when Y/N suddenly leaned her body over and crashed their lips together in a languid but powerful kiss. Kate had to take a double take to make sure it wasn’t her mind playing a sick joke on her and wasn’t imagining this, her eyes open wide in shock as she stood frozen in her spot, but when Y/N pushed herself more into Kate, it was the prove the black haired girl needed to realize she wasn’t in fact imagining this and reciprocated the dizzying kiss with all herself. They let their lips move as they pleased, alternating between slow, soft kisses and deep, needy kisses, but unfortunately their lungs burned from lack of air not too long after and forced the two apart to take some needed breath, but they stayed into each other’s personal space by laying their foreheads together as blue gaze into Y/E/C and dumb smiles adorned their slightly blushing faces. "Sorry for interrupting you cute, beautiful speech, but I couldn’t resist a minute longer without kissing you."

"To be honest, I’m glad you did." Kate answered, still in a daze but with happiness flowing wildly throughout her and inebriating her body with everything Y/N. "I would have done it as soon as I was done speaking. But why wait, right?"

Kate’s joke triggered a soft, gentle laugh from Y/N, who shook her head slightly and laid another sweet peck on the archer’s soft lips that she was quickly becoming addicted to. "I have a better question." Y/N paused for good measure before continuing, "why are we still talking?" The big smirk accompanied with a faint blush Kate gave her in lieu of an answer, caused her stomach to do somersaults and made her head spin out of control but nevertheless she met Kate halfway when the black haired beauty leaned down to join their lips once again.

-

"Here you go. You two are so cute together! Have a nice evening, bye!" The waitress bid them goodbye after they payed for their meal and started walking towards the exit hand in hand. The two blushed furiously at the compliment, thanking her simultaneously, before exiting the restaurant and started the short walk back towards Kate’s apartment.

"So I was thinking we can go visit the renovated Statue Of Liberty they finished last week. Then we can have a cozy day in or do whatever else you want to do." Kate rambled adorably as she swung their entwined hands between their bodies, a crimson color dusting over her cheekbones when a melodious giggle reached her ears, causing her eyes to dart down on the curb in front of her feet.

"You’re so cute when you ramble. But, I think it’s a perfect program for tomorrow. I’m leaving in two days, but I’ll come back soon. So we can just enjoy our time together without rushing anything. I may go back to my universe, but you won’t get rid of me so easily Bishop." Y/N warned Kate with a fake serious expression, that instantly broke into a million dollar smile when Kate met her eyes after the Y/H/C girl bumped their shoulders together to draw the archer’s attention, and a similar grin flitted over Kate’s face at the sight.

"Of course, I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever." Kate’s eyes conveyed so much affection and sincerity that Y/N almost tore up at the emotions overwhelming her.

"Okay Bishop, you just earned a kiss with that cute statement you just delivered."

"Mh, I’m waiting for my price then." Kate turned her head around and puckered her lips, waiting for Y/N to lean over and kiss her as her stomach tingled in anticipation, still getting used to kiss, hug and being overly affectionate with her girlfriend. When Kate tried to push herself more into the chaste kiss the two just shared, Y/N simply chuckled and pulled away, watching her lips curl around a big, adorable pout.

"Oh don’t pout, baby. I just gave you a little taste for what is yet to come as soon as we come back to your apartment."

"Fuck." Kate’s eyes strayed down on Y/N’s teeth sinking on that sinfully, delicious, plump bottom lip and shivered from head to toe at the memories of their make-out sessions they had had in the last few days. Even if it’s only been a little over 48 hours they confessed their feeling for each other, they seem to have this kind of magnetic electricity that constantly pulled them together. They never went past kissing without their shirts on and let their hands do their wandering, but they decided to wait to go further just a bit more, since they met about a week prior, but they still had their fun going with the flow.

"Someone is in a hurry." Y/N teased when Kate sped up her pace but the archer ignored her and kept walking. In the span of two minutes - hastening the usually 7 minutes of their relaxing strolling - they were already walking up the stairs towards Kate’s apartment. Kate fumbled with her keys a bit before finally opening the door and walking inside. The door closed a second later when Kate crashed their lips together in a frenzy, needy kiss and pushed Y/N’s back onto the nearest surface and it happened to be her apartment door.

"Can you really blame me?" Kate murmured, interrupting the hungry, needy kiss and taking a needed breath before diving right back in, this time letting her tongue out to lick the seam of Y/N’s luscious lips to ask for her girlfriend’s permission to deepen the kiss, Y/N granting her access right away with a grunt of approval and her hands gripping Kate’s dark locks hard to push the archer more into her and leaning their bodies impossibly close together.

"Not even for a second, babe." Y/N pulled on Kate’s scalp to say those words as she gazed into Kate’s deep blue eyes with all the affection she had for this girl, then clashing their lips together into another deep, sensual kiss.

"In this case then-" Kate pulled away shortly after to murmur on Y/N’s now bruised lips, brushing her hands down the Y/H/C girl’s sides, reaching their destination at her firm buttcheeks and grasping them hard first then lifting the girl up, making her link her legs around the archer’s waist, and walking them towards the couch, where already a few heavy make out sessions had occurred on it, sharing soft giggles as Kate stumbled a bit when she tripped over Pizza Dog’s favorites toy, a small, red double rope.

-

"I’m starting to think you only want to watch movies on the couch so we completely ignore the movie and make out." Y/N hummed pensively on Kate’s lips after they pulled away from a dizzying kiss to bring some air back into their lungs, watching Kate’s annoyingly cute lost expression with a small smirk on her swollen lips. A shiver run down her spine when Kate’s hand glued on her ass, gripped her flesh harder to push her more into her body as she bit on her bottom lip. They were lying comfortably on the couch, Kate on top of Y/N and in between her legs, with their tv playing a movie they completely tuned out as soon as the first scene started rolling. If someone asked them what movie they were watching they would have been completely clueless.

"What can I say? Your kisses are addicting." Kate murmured wryly, a sly smirk currently curling her red lips as her hands kept its unrelenting kneading of Y/N’s firm ass. "Also, I didn’t hear you complain about it either. Actually, I think I heard you moan-" Kate sinked her fingers more into Y/N’s butt as she shuffled her body up slowly, causing her abdomen to rub deliciously over Y/N’s overheated, clothed center and triggering a deep, guttural wail out of Y/N’s throat as her back arched in pleasure and her hips bucked up to search more needed friction, "-just like that." Kate’s smug smirk made Y/N’s eyes roll good-naturedly, wanting nothing more than to tease her back and watching that sly expression fall off her stupidly beautiful face.

"Well, now that I think about it, if I remember correctly, you begged me to ‘do it again’-" Y/N did her best to imitate Kate’s breathy whines she whispered on her lips not too long ago, "when I did this." In a mere second, Y/N’s hand slipped under Kate’s worn out, ‘Bishop Security’ t-shirt and gripped Kate’s bra-free breast for a few seconds before pinching her nipple hard, reveling in the moan she ripped out from Kate’s mouth.

"Shit, you’re so fucking sexy." Kate growled right before pushing their lips together, her tongue immediately invading Y/N’s mouth and licked every nook and cranny of it. They basked into they sensual bubble for a few more minutes before their steamy moment was interrupted when someone appeared into Kate’s living room.

"Kate, you won’t believe what happen-EW! OH NO MY EYES!" The two girls on the couch jumped apart at the loud voice reaching their ears and looked to the side to find a noticeably shocked and disgusted America Chavez, standing in front of the still playing TV, with her hands covering her eyes.

"America!"

"Oh my god, Xochitl!"

"Ugh I think I burned my eyes! Oh, my innocent eyes!" America exclaimed as she rubbed her eyelids frantically, causing Kate’s blue ones to roll in annoyance.

"Always a drama queen. You can look now you jerk." Kate rolled her eyes as she adjusted comfortably on the couch, circling her arm around Y/N’s waist to pull her body closer to her own and regarding America with an unimpressed stare.

"Next time text me to warn me you are in a compromising position with someone!" America sighed out after she reprimanded Kate and looked at the stranger awkwardly, sending her an embarrassed, strained smile while Y/N kept looking at her in awe.

"Next time try to be a normal human being, learn how to knock and enter my apartment in the appropriate way, thought the door and not appearing out of nowhere in my living room." Kate countered back with mockery lacing her tone, her expression sporting a teasing smirk as she eyed her best friend in amusement.

"Yeah, yeah." America waved her off with a roll of her eyes, before focusing her attention back on the Y/H/C girl sat beside Kate. "Hi, I’m America."

She stretched her hand over for Y/N to take and smiled brightly after the two shook hands, "I’m Y/N."

"Wait hold on-" America did a double take at that, her brain trying to keep up and elaborate the new information as she eyed the two girls in front of her in confusion. "Y/N? As in the girl that got stuck into our universe 10 days ago?" America switched her focus from Y/N’s still a bit awestruck but shy Y/E/C irises to Kate’s elusive blue ones, her own brown orbs inquisitively gazing down at her trying to extort some answers from her friend. "Kate."

"Yes, that Y/N."

America was silent for a few seconds with her face unreadable and her eyes eyeing the two intensely, before a big grin fell upon her features and her brown hues filled with happiness, "omg I totally ship it!"

"This wasn’t- what I though you would say." Kate drawled the words with her eyebrows furrowed together and her face contorted into a confused expression as she tried to read through America’s behavior, but when she saw nothing but pure joy she relaxed and giggled softly, "well, to be honest I’m not surprised. This is an actual America’s reaction."

"I want to know everything!" America approached the two girls with enthusiasm radiating off her body, walking around the coffee table and sitting on it, so she faced Y/N and Kate, and listened attentively to everything that happened in the past 10 days.

-

"This isn’t over Barton, call me back."

"Hey! I don’t talk like that!" It was now a few days later, America, after listening thoroughly the hole story, found Y/N’s universe and teleported the Y/H/C girl and Kate there. The two decided to spend a few days together in Y/N’s universe so the archer could see the main differences between their universes and to finally watch movies and tv show from the MCU she had been asking about to Y/N since she learned about it. And now that was what they were doing. Of course they started with Hawkeye and Y/N amusedly listened to Kate scoffing every few seconds for a cute, strange behavior Hailee’s Kate did on screen and arguing that she wasn’t like she was portrayed on the screen - she totally was -.

"Babe, you totally do. Last week you texted Clint six times just because he didn’t answer your previous three calls in the span of 5 minutes and just to tell him about your day." Y/N playfully countered back, remembering the fond exasperation lacing Clint’s voice when Kate reprimanded him for not answering her.

"Whatever." Kate rolled her eyes good-naturedly as she threw a popcorn at her girlfriend, her pout instantly switching with a warm smile when Y/N leaned over and pecked her lips gently. "I look good tho. She even has my favorite coat."

"I love that coat. It looks amazing on you." Y/N interjected while grabbing some more popcorn and chewing on it happily, "and yeah, Hailee is so fucking hot as Kate. Well- she is always hot and beautiful, but y’know what I mean."

"I would counter back by saying that I should be jealous and all of that crap, but I agree with you." Kate admitted with a serious, blank stare, that cracked immediately after Y/N stared at her shocked, laughing loudly on her lips as she pecked them repeatedly.

They binge-watched the whole show, commenting on Kate’s similarities with Hailee’s Kate and the cute, adorable banter Kate and Yelena have on the screen, pausing a few times for Kate to comment on how similar her friendship with Yelena was to the one in the series between them, before settling on watching ‘Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness’. "I would have surrendered to her." Y/N commented when they were halfway through the movie, chewing on popcorn as her eyes were glued on the screen, "or y’know helped her travel through the multiverse."

"Well it’s what America does with everyone of us. And even if I find all of this amazing, Wanda would never do that. She is a sweetheart. You should meet her."

"Hold on a second." Y/N paused the movie to regard Kate with an incredulous look, waiting for her girlfriend to laugh at her own joke, but she just continued to stare at her in confusion, so she was ready to pass out from fangirling, "are you serious?"

"Yeah! We’ve gone on a few missions together." Kate admitted with a big, bright grin, remembering she learned a lot from Wanda and how protected she felt from the loving redhead, "but she is still on her honeymoon right now. So we need to schedule that in a few weeks."

"Oh great! Where did Wanda and Vision went to for their honeymoon?"

Kate did a double take at the question and stared down at Y/N with her features scrunched up in confusion, almost looking at her like she went insane. "What? Vision? Y/N, Vision is a robot. He is sweet and so naive, but he is a robot. He doesn’t understand Yelena’s obsession over Mac and cheese, let alone human emotions like love."

"That’s exactly what I thought! But I just asked because in the movies Wanda and Vision are together."

"I can’t wait to see how that happens!" Kate snorted as she tried to picture Wanda with that cute, innocent robot.

"But wait, who is she married with then?"

"Natasha." Kate answered nonchalantly, trying to grab some more popcorn, but Y/N moved the bowl away from her as her widened eyes stayed glued on her face. "What’s wrong?"

"Natasha as in Natasha Romanoff?"

"Yes?" Kate asked more than stated, not really understanding Y/N’s shocked behavior. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because- holy fucking shit, I ship them so fucking much!" Y/N exclaimed, her face brightening up with a big smile as she slapped repeatedly Kate’s bicep from too much excitement. "Do you think they can adopt me?"

"Y/N! Oh my god!" Kate cackled over Y/N’s fangirling, tears spilling out of her eyes as she tried to take some needed breath and massaged her aching abdomen from too much laughing. "That was amazing!"

"I was serious!"

-

After the movie came to an end, the two decided to take a stroll on the busy New York streets. Kate worried about getting recognized but Y/N calmed her down by explaining that here she was only a fictional character and if someone stops her she just had to explain she looks a lot like Hailee. So they were now walking hand to hand around Central Park, Kate stopping every few seconds for petting a cute dog that approached her or just walked by them, and Y/N couldn’t help the loving clench around her stomach at the cute sight of her girlfriend using her baby voice to talk to dogs. "Are you hungry? I know a great pizza place not too far from here."

"Are you kidding me? When there’s pizza, I’m always hungry." Kate regarded Y/N with a haughty look as her head stood high, then leaned down to peck her cheek lovingly and let herself be led by Y/N towards the pizza place a few blocks away, swinging their hands between their bodies slightly.

Sitting at the bar of a luxurious hotel, you were hyper-aware of your surroundings, expertly keeping track of everything going on in the room. You knew every exit route, every security camera to avoid, and the number of guards you'd have to knock out if things went south. You were focused, and prepared. 

The doors of the bar swung open, your eyes darting to it as an instinct. Your mouth went dry, the half-empty glass in your hand shaking slightly at the sight. 

“I know I look hot but quit staring,” you heard someone say through the intercoms in your ear, the prominent Russian accent letting you know it was the blonde woman in the white pants suit that had walked in the direction of the casino. You could almost feel the smirk on her lips. 

"I wasn't looking at you," you clapped back, your gaze following the girl in a tight-fitted cutout black dress, long honey-colored curls falling down her bare back, taking a seat at the other end of the bar. The bartender rushed and stumbled to offer her a drink, making a show of mixing the drink she asked for. She smiled at the bartender's efforts, sneaking a glance your way. You smiled politely as if you truly were two strangers meeting at a bar, your mind immediately traveling to incriminating thoughts of burying your fingers in the curls of her hair, kissing every inch of her exposed skin and–

“You like my dress, then, huh?” 

The girl’s giggling voice through the intercoms snapped you out of your trance, making you look away to try and conceal the heat creeping up your neck. Much like the blonde, you didn't have to see the expression on her face to know she was aware of the effect she had on you. You downed your drink, signaling the bartender to bring you another. 

You had to keep it together. 

You were on a mission.

“I’ll have you both know I liked working with Clint and Natasha better,” you huffed, your eyes fixated on the brownish liquid. “Kate, your target is the VIP area, you only have to distract him. Yelena, his office is on the upper floor, you know what to do. Just remember we don’t want to make a scandal.”

“Relax, Y/L/N, I'm a professional.”

Both women sprung into action. Yelena settled by the blackjack table, feigning interest in the various loud drunk men trying to outdo one another. Kate slipped into the back of the room, holding her martini with the elegance of a high-born lady, her hips swaying side to side with her every move. You couldn't help but stare, and on any other occasion that would have blown your cover, but every set of eyes nearby were glued to Kate, and the way her dress hugged every curve perfectly. You wanted nothing more than to slap the stupid grin off the bouncer’s face that let her in the VIP area, too busy checking out her ass as she walked past him to ask questions. Kate immediately caught the attention of the target, a robust man surrounded by girls in short skirts and stilettos, clearly annoyed that the most beautiful woman in the bar wasn't by his side. 

According to the information you had gotten from the Black Widow herself, he worked under the alias "Gridlock" and was the main supplier of stolen artifacts for several black market auctions across the globe. He had a hidden stash of Wakandian weaponry, as well as several gadgets lost during the battles against Thanos. He was a dangerous, powerful man that loved attention, and much to your dismay, Kate's job was to do just that, give him all of her attention long enough for Yelena to find the artifacts' location in his archives. 

Gridlock called Kate over, making all the other women around him scatter through the area. You had to take a deep breath when you listened through the intercoms as Kate flirted with the target, glancing at them over the rim of your glass. Gridlock pulled Kate closer by grabbing her ass, the archer resting her perfectly manicured fingers over the lapel of his grey suit with a small laugh, batting her eyelashes as if she enjoyed his touch. You gripped your glass so tightly that your knuckles turned white. If it wasn't for the clear orders not to engage unless any of your partners was in imminent danger, you would have beaten the shit out of that disgusting man for daring to touch Kate. 

When Romanoff and Barton practically forced you to help train the rookies, you never really expected anyone to pique your interest the way Kate Bishop did from day one. Despite her recklessness and her tendency to run headfirst into trouble, the young archer was disciplined, talented, and determined to become the greatest Hawkeye the world had ever seen. Her conviction to prove she was nothing like her mother made her work tirelessly, staying behind to keep on training even after everyone had left. Naturally, her infallible drive attracted you. You took it upon yourself to help her, polishing the areas of hand-to-hand combat she hadn't mastered, prepping her for every dangerous scenario she could encounter, teaching her about the threats and enemies you had faced in your years working under what you and the other agents called The Original Six. You spent hours and hours together, getting to know and trust each other, and soon enough, she was easily taking you down in the sparring room. The kiss that happened after she straddled you on the floor with a victorious laugh wasn’t an accident. 

“Target secured, Belova,” You said between gritted teeth. “Let’s get this rolling.”

“Is that jealousy I hear, Y/L/N?” Yelena teased you. You scoffed in response. “I’ll be done in 10, be ready.”  

You rolled your eyes at Yelena's overconfidence, but you knew better than to question the widow. You saw the blonde exit the room from the corner of your eye and you paid your tab. You undid the two buttons of your black suit jacket, shoving your hands in your pockets as you nonchalantly walked near the end of the room, close enough to keep your eyes on Kate. Gridlock's security guarded each corner of the VIP area, with two standing on each side of where the man and Kate sat. Gridlock was muttering something in the archer's ear, his arm possessively thrown over her shoulders, and you briefly considered forgetting the mission to get his dirty hands off the archer. 

As if she was reading your mind, sapphire eyes briefly met yours. A half-smirk graced her lips as she threw one of her legs over his knee, the fabric of her dress raising a little to widen the view of her perfectly toned legs. Your hands trembled, and your breathing hitched. Kate bit her lip, returning her attention to Gridlock, who looked just about ready to lose it at the sight of her.

Before you could do anything rash, a loud explosion made the ceiling shake, followed by muffled gunshots, absolute mayhem breaking out immediately. 

"Damn it, Yelena, what did you do?" You whisper-yelled, slipping out of the way. 

Yelena panted in your ear. "Aggressive negotiations. I got the info–shit!–gonna fight my way out now."

You shook your head in disapproval, instinctively bringing a hand to the gun strapped to your back. "Give me your exact location, I'm on my way." 

"You offend me, Y/N Y/L/N, I got this," Yelena replied. "Just get your girlfriend and get out of here. I'll meet you back at the rendezvous point." 

You had no time to complain before you heard Yelena turning off her coms, a thing she constantly did because a trained assassin doesn't need any help. Her words, not yours. You sighed, returning to assessing the situation around you. 

Gridlock's security was already trying to get him out of there, but he was refusing to leave without the gorgeous woman. The guards surrounded him, rambling on about his safety as they pulled a protesting Kate away from him, the archer yelling something about getting their hands off of her. You took advantage of the commotion to slip into the VIP area, widow bites sponsored by your favorite former assassins at the ready. Gridlock instructed one of the guards to take Kate to him as the rest of his security team escorted him out of the premises. The guard grabbed Kate's arm, making your blood boil, but you barely had time to react when the archer had already elbowed him in the face and kneed him in the stomach, incapacitating him in the blink of an eye. 

"Fuck, that was hot."

Kate lifted her gaze from the man on the floor, sapphire blue sparkling when she saw you. She smiled. "Let's go before he sends someone else." 

You pulled Kate in the opposite direction of the tumult by grabbing her hand. Despite being in alarmingly high stilettos, Kate kept up your pace, not once letting go of your hand as you guided her through the halls of the hotel, in search of a back exit for the staff. 

You only agreed to keep your relationship a secret after Yelena caught you and Kate giggling in a bathtub together after a mission, drunk in love and white wine. While the widow was happy for you, she was someone used to losing people she loved and she made sure to remind you how dangerous it would be if the information fell into the wrong hands. The blonde swore to keep your secret but you knew that if anybody truly paid attention, they would notice the way Kate made your world turn. To you, Kate shined so brightly it was hard to concentrate on anything other than her whenever the archer was around. In fact, you avoided taking on missions together for this very reason, fully aware you'd throw your duty out of the window if Kate's life was on the line. You only agreed on taking that specific assignment because you had been working to catch Gridlock for a long time, and Yelena was a part of your team. 

At that moment, you were regretting that decision. 

"Do you have any weapons on you?" You asked without turning back to Kate, concentrating on getting her out of there. 

"Well, I have you." 

"No knives strapped to your thighs this time?" You quirked an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem like you, Bishop." 

She chuckled lightly. "Dress too tight. You wouldn't want me to give a show to get my weapons, would you?" 

You rolled your eyes as a response. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, wincing. "There are five guards in the direction we are headed. Wanna let me borrow the bites?" 

"Not particularly, no," You replied, looking around for another exit route. 

"Why not? I'll have you know I'm excellent at–" 

"Shocking people accidentally? Trust me, I know." 

"That was one time." 

"Come this way."

Fighting your way out of the hotel seemed unavoidable. Every corner you turned, you found new guards coming out of nowhere, strapped with guns you had never seen in your life that seemed dangerous enough to tighten your grip on Kate. Fortunately, none of them seem to be looking for the gorgeous woman beside you, which made it easier to think. After a good 20 minutes of running around the hotel, you finally made it to the kitchens and found a backdoor entrance, shocking the two security men guarding it unconscious with the bites. Once out of the building, you threw your arm around Kate's shoulders, pulling her close and instructing her to look down to hide your faces from any security cameras on your way to your car. 

Silence reigned until you made it to the vehicle, parked a couple of blocks away from the building, an exhausted Kate groaning in the passenger seat as soon as her door closed, taking off her shoes immediately while you started the car to drive away from the wreck. 

"That was a close one," Kate muttered as she leaned back in her seat, a big breath escaping her chest. "Do you think Yelena made it out okay?" 

"I haven't met anyone that can take her down, and it certainly won't be Gridlock," You reassured her with a bit of venom in your voice as you said his name. "She'll be okay." 

The cocky smile was evident in her voice as Kate said, "Y/N Y/L/N, are you jealous of our target?" 

"Of course not," you denied way too quickly. You received an amused 'mhm' in return. "Why would I be jealous of a guy that willingly calls himself Gridlock? That's a stupid name." 

You briefly looked over to Kate, whose smile couldn't be bigger. She gave you a light shrug, absent-mindedly smoothing her tongue over her lips as she looked out of her window. You had to look away immediately, otherwise, you'd crash your car in favor of finally getting to kiss her. 

The rendezvous point was a security house on the outskirts of the city, close enough to keep operations running but far enough to stay out of your enemies' radar. Having a trained assassin, a highly skilled archer, and a veteran agent in this case, Fury had opted against sending a team to assist you. You could get it done in no time, he said.

Given the circumstances, Yelena would take some time in coming back, making sure no one followed her. Which meant it would be only you and Kate for the rest of the night. 

With that knowledge in the back of your mind, the front door had barely closed behind Kate when you pressed her against it, your lips immediately landing on hers. You cradled her face, pulling her impossibly closer. She moaned softly, wrapping her arms around your waist, tilting her head a bit to the side for a better angle. Your tongue brushed over her bottom lip, asking for access to deepen the kiss. She granted it immediately, humming in satisfaction when your tongues met halfway. Without breaking the kiss, your hands slid from her face to her bare back, tracing your fingertips over her golden skin. The archer shivered at the contact, leaning her head back on the door to focus on taking off your jacket, exposing more skin for you to kiss. Your lips trailed their way down to her neck in silky kisses as your jacket fell on the floor, evoking small whines to come out of her throat and making your insides burn in anticipation. 

"Y/N," Kate whimpered, her grip on your waist tightening. "Yelena could show up any minute and catch us again." 

"I don't care." 

"Baby," Kate tried again, closing her eyes in pleasure as you sucked and nipped on the sweet spot on her neck. "She said she'd hurt us if we put her through it again." 

You huffed a little annoyed, stopping your ministrations on Kate's neck and making her whine in protest. You pressed your forehead to her shoulder, your chest heaving. 

"Damn it, Bishop," You muttered, breathing deeply. "How am I supposed to resist when you look like this?" Your hands ghosted over her figure, finding a resting place on her hips. "It's a little unfair." 

"So you do like my dress." 

"Are you really asking me that?" You inquired in disbelief, drawing back to look into her eyes.  A gloating blue sparkle stared back at you, her arms circling your neck. "I almost passed out when you walked through the door. I was all set to put the whole mission in jeopardy to take you away right then and there." 

Kate giggled at your comment, her laugh your favorite sound in the world. She leaned forward to give you a peck. "You did seem ready to break something when he touched me." 

"Ugh, don't remind me," you groaned, pouting. "I still want to kill that idiot for putting his gross hands on you." 

The archer smiled, sapphire blue almost invisible with how blown her pupils were. "I'll let you in on a little secret," Kate muttered as she played with the baby hairs in the back of your neck, her gaze falling to your lips. "I had to pretend it was you touching me instead of him to get through it." She trapped your bottom lip with her teeth for a torturous second, making you mewl. "He kept on saying how he would make me scream his name but all I could think about was how you're the only one that actually knows what I need." She placed a kiss on your jaw, sending electric waves down your spine. "Which is why I got this dress," she continued, leaving another kiss right under your ear. "So you could take it off." 

You couldn't help the moan you let out at her words, your mouth immediately crashing back onto Kate's. Anticipation filled the air, inebriating your senses. Your hands roamed through every inch of her skin within your reach, the way your name kept escaping her lips between whines making you shudder. You could still faintly taste the martini she had at the bar on her tongue, and you were getting lost in her when Kate escaped your embrace. You gasped in indignation, watching her walking towards the stairs. She glanced back at you over her shoulder, the stormy waters of her eyes daring you to follow her before walking up the stairs. Your eyesight followed her every step in awe, your heart about to jump out of your chest. You couldn't help but smile, because you knew you'd follow her to the ends of the Earth if she asked you to. You unstrapped your gun and your widow bites, leaving them on the nearest table, and rushed up the stairs to her room. 

Kate was waiting for you sitting on the bed, legs crossed with the same elegance she held earlier in the bar. You locked the door behind you, your eyes meeting hers while walking over to stand right in front of her. You brushed her cheek with the back of your hand, your thumb tracing over the shape of her lips. Kate pressed a kiss to your finger, looking up at you through her lashes. You kissed her again, softer this time. Your lips moved together in a slow motion, reminiscent of that first kiss in the sparring room when the entire world stopped and only you and her existed. She made quick work of unbuttoning your black shirt open and tearing it off of you, her fingers lingering on your shoulders. You brought your hands to the back of her neck, finding the clip in the thin black fabric strap holding her dress up, your lips now occupied with trailing her jaw. 

Despite having seen her naked many, many times after months of secret encounters, there was something incredibly intimate in undressing her that night, every new inch of skin coming into view for you to kiss a gift you intended to treasure.

You pulled her dress and underwear off, letting all fall down to your feet. She lay down on the bed, her skin glimmering like diamonds under the moonlight, a shower of stars that never shone brighter. You never felt luckier, happier. Kate lost no time in pulling you back into a messy kiss, teeth clanking in urgency. You hovered over her, careful not to rest all your weight on her body, and her finger undid the clasp of your bra, yanking it off in a swift motion. 

"Y/N," Kate huffed, jolts of electricity running up and down your spine at the breathy sound of your name. "I need you."

You sighed, drawing a path back to her neck in sloppy kisses, your hand dipping in between her legs. Kate bucked her hips trying to bring you closer to where she needed you most and you snickered, nipping at her pulse point. 

"Y/N, baby, please," the archer moaned pitifully. "Touch me." 

You peppered more kisses down to her collarbones to her upper chest to the valley of her breasts, leaving small blotches of purple in the shape of your mouth behind. Kate reacted to your touch instantly, eyes shut tight and head thrown back in a sea of honey-colored curls. Your lips wrapped around one perky breast at the same time your fingers finally slid into her wet folds exploringly, the archer whimpering and cursing under her breath, pushing your face deeper into her chest. 

"God, you're so beautiful," you uttered more so to yourself than anything else but she heard you, her eyes fluttering open at your words. She looked down at you with hooded eyes, a tender smile drawing on her mouth. "And you're all mine." 

"Fuck," Kate exclaimed when your teeth graced her already hardened nipple before you moved your attention to her neglected right breast. Your fingers continued their torturously slow exploration, and she mewled, "All yours, baby. Only yours." 

Her words were the only thought in your head as you sank two digits inside her, her guttural moans resonating in the room. You established a steady rhythm, her hips following the same pattern in her desperate need to take more of you. Her chest was already covered in your love marks when your mouth returned to her kiss-swollen lips, Kate far too lost in her pleasure to kiss you back properly. You sped up your movements, curling your fingers inside her to hit the perfect spot, her walls clenching onto you as she came closer to the edge. You took a moment to stare at her contorted features, asking for the millionth time that night how you'd gotten so lucky. 

"Kate," you murmured. "Look at me." 

Just like the day you met her, when the ocean hues found you, your heart thundered in your chest. One of her hands fell on the bed, her mind far too fussy to keep her hold on you, and you took it into your own, lacing your fingers together. 

"Baby, I'm gonna c–hm, fuck, I–" 

"Let go, darling. Cum for me." 

Your words registered in Kate's brain as pleasure flooded her, turning her into a shuddering mess. She felt in another dimension, your digits still moving in and out of her prolonging her ecstasy. Your lips were on her cheek, kissing each of her little freckles as she came down, her chest rising and falling into yours with her heavy breathing. She never looked more beautiful, more yours. 

The moonlight kept being your guide to carve every detail of your lover's body in your memory for the rest of the night, to reminisce and keep her close to your heart whenever you were apart. By the time the early morning sunlight washed the room in soft shades of orange and pink, Kate was safely wrapped in your arms, absolutely spent but refusing to go to sleep to savor her time with you. You lay on the bed in comfortable silence facing each other, her fingertips drawing figure eights on your skin and yours brushing the light brown hair off her face. The feeling in your chest was big, unavoidable, and so warm you never wanted it to end. 

You never wanted this to end. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kate's voice was barely a whisper when she spoke, as if she was scared her pink bubble would burst if she did it too loudly. 

"Like what?" 

"I don't know… different. Like I'm the best thing you've ever seen."

"Well, it's because you are," you said with a gentle smile, cupping her face with your hand and stroking her skin with your thumb. "I don't think I've ever seen something quite like you." 

"Oh, come on." 

"It's true. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Bishop. I love you." Kate smiled sheepishly, leaning in to kiss you. "Just don't let it get to your head." 

The archer giggled against your lips. "Oh, I'm absolutely letting it go to my head. Yelena will know as soon as she's here." You sighed dramatically, feigning annoyance. Kate scrunched up her nose, scooting closer to you and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. "But I love you, more." 

"Hm, that's debatable." 

Kate gasped, offended, lighting smacking your arm. "Never." 

You chuckled, leaving a kiss on top of her head, strands of her hair tickling you. 

"I really like your hair, by the way. Blonde suits you." 

Kate lit up, drawing back to grin at you. "You really think so?" she asked, excitedly. "It was just for the mission but I might keep it for a while longer. I didn't think I could pull off blonde but I kinda love it?" 

In very Kate Bishop fashion, she launched into a ramble about her new hair, joyfully sharing every detail of how Yelena convinced her of it to conceal her identity. You listened to her every word, lost in her eyes, more in love than ever before. You only knew one thing for sure. 

You were never letting go of that girl.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

The Holidays

The Entertainment (2) (3) (4)

Flirty Natty

Your Sister’s Hot

It’s Okay.. •..No It’s Not.. (2) •..It Will Be (3)

Red Room Affairs (2)

Stevie’s Lil’ Sis • All Our Firsts (2)

The Forgotten Triplet

Unwanted 🥵

You’re Still Mine… 🥵

Green Eyed Monster • Green-Faced (2)

That’s Not Love…

Dirty Secret

Loved You Sooner… • …Never Too Late (2)

Die For You..•Live for Me (2)•Story of Us(3)

Burnt Out • Magical Night Away (2)

Mama’s Baby 🥵

Labor Pains

Anything for You

To Be Cherished…🥵

Everything Comes at a Cost 🥵

Forever, Always, and All my Days After That… 🥵

My Body, My Choice

Insecurities

Hairdresser

Surprise Romanoff

Short Series

Symphonic Journey 🥵

Series

The Mystery Stark 🥵 (COMPLETE ✅)

Story of Us

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Mission Accomplished • Or Not (2)

Fools! I Tell You

☀️ My Moon 🌙 & My Stars ✨

Imposters

What’s Up Doc? 🥕

Sleeping Beauty

Radio Silence

Alone…

Short Series

Everything Has Changed🥵 (COMPLETE ✅)

Stupid Cupid 🥵(COMPLETE ✅)

Hollowed Oak 🕷

Set Free🥵🥵

Series

Bridge the Gap

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Misguided Connections •Renewed 🥵

Heated Hands 🕷 •Healing Hands (2)

Love in the Silence

Always on my Mind

Everything Comes at a Cost 🥵

Love You Through It 🥵

Our Pretty Princess(V)🥵

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

Wanted You More • Made for Loving You (2)

Baby, Don’t Kill Him! •Please, Don’t Go (2)

Caught Red-Handed

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Just Your Speed

Enchanted

Pizza Dog

I Tried • Remembering Our Forever

Carol Danvers

Heated Hands 🕷 • Healing Hands

Out of This World • Zoo Day (2)

Valkyrie

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

Our Pretty Princess(WM)🥵

Scarlett Johansson

You’re Mine … •… I’m Yours (2)

Times Square Miracle

Shots Fired •Whodunnit? 🕷🥵 (2)

Anesthesia + Wisdom Teeth = Wife?

Short Series

A Chance Encounter

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Oh, Honey

Just Come Home

Last Call

Miscellaneous

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If someone were to tell you that when you climbed out your window today, you would swing - quite literally - into another universe, well… You’re not sure what you would have said, maybe something along the lines of ‘you’re crazy' I guess. But they would have been correct, which is kinda crazy.

It would have been cool if someone did tell you that, though, cause then they would be this inter-dimensional psychic or whatever (not too sure on the correct term but you know what I mean). But they didn't, and you swung right into the streets of New York, and not the one you were used to. You would like to say it was graceful, however, You’re not too sure your screaming and a rather painful belly flop onto some bins in an alleyway wouldn’t have scored that high if it was out of 10.

And that's how you landed in this situation, sitting in bin juice, with a bow and arrow pointed at your head.

“Where the hell did you come from?” A woman asked with a perplexed tone, her dark hair in a ponytail and her face covered by her weapon. 

“Uh, not too sure.” 

“Like you literally just appeared out of nowhere,” She stated, my eyes adjusting allowing me to see her purple suit.

“Yeah… I guess I did… Can you maybe not shoot me, please? I’m kinda confused as to what just happened and the possibility of getting an arrow in my head is not helping with this situation.”

The woman lowered her weapon slightly and looked at you with a curious gaze, “What's with the spider-man suit? You a fan?”

“Spider-man? Spider-man? Are you serious?” What the hell is this girl on about.

She raised her eyebrows in response, “Yeah, spider-man, You know, got bit by a spider and now can climb up walls and shoot webs. He’s actually really nice, I’ve met him a few times at the avengers compound when Hawkeye took me, that was a really fun day. I also met The Hulk, and Falcon and-”

“What the fuck are the avengers?” You interrupted the woman's rambling, “Is that like a band or something? Are they all different bands?”

“Wait - bands?”

“Yeah, are you in a band? Why do you have a bow and arrow if you’re in a band?”

There was a small pause of silence between us until she spoke. “No.”

“So your not in a band or they aren't in a band? I'm confused.”

“No one is in a band, they’re superheroes. I’m a superhero… kinda,” she replied lowering her weapon to her side. “What are you from another universe or something, how do you not know who the avengers are-”

“Hey! She’s over here!” A loud voice shouted from the end of the alleyway, followed by an army of footsteps. 

“Oh shit.” the woman said as you quickly webbed yourself to the wall behind her and then landed beside her on the ground, “Hey, how did you-?

“No time for questions!” You replied quickly, gabbing her waist as you turned invisible, your touch also making her disappear from the guy's eyes who were wearing tracksuits? Odd.

With your free hand, you released a web, allowing you to swing out of the alleyway a couple of blocks down with numerous Oh my God's and Holy shit’s in your ear, before landing (much more gracefully) on top of a building, placing the dark-haired woman next to you, turning off your invisibility.

“Wow, you are way cooler than Spiderman,” she said, a little out of breath from the adrenaline. “And totally not a man.” She added, being able to look at your body properly now that it wasn't covered in bin bags. You wore a dark green skin-tight suit (which looked almost black due to the time of day, or should I say night, it was), with black webbing covering it with a black widow-like spider on the front and back, and the signature white eyelets. 

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, thankful that your mask hid your crimson cheeks from her comment, “Good observation skills, archer.” you said, still not knowing the woman's name.

“So who are you exactly? And you never answered my question about where you came from.”

“I’m Arachne.”

(A-rack-knee is basically how you pronounce it if anyone was having trouble)

“Like the girl who got turned into a spider-”

“-By Athena, yes! Except I’m not actually a giant spider, I just have spider-like tendencies I guess.” You interrupted, a bit too excited that she knew where your name was from as you were a bit of a history geek.

“What with webs and stuff…” She added.

“Yep.” you said, giving a very awkward thumbs up in return. “So what's your hero name then archer?”

“Uh, I haven’t really worked out the whole superhero name just yet, but you can call me Kate.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in response, but Kate could only see the eyes of your suit go smaller, “Isn’t like the first rule of being a superhero is to not tell people your real name.”

“Shit. Yeah.”

“Promise I won't tell.”

“Appreciate it.”

“And about where I came from, I think another universe may be a good guess.” You joked, But when you saw the look on Kate’s face, she looked like she knew more than you.

“I think I know who can help.”

After helping Kate climb down the building, she lead you to an apartment complex a few blocks from where you landed in some bins. Again, not your finest moment. You watched in amusement as she pressed every single buzzer to get inside the building.

“I thought this was your place?” you asked when you guys were finally let in after a lame pizza excuse Kate gave one of the residents.

“Oh right, my place burnt down like 2 months ago, so I’m crashing at my aunt's place for now. Still haven't gotten round to getting a key cut yet,” She shrugged as I followed her up a tedious amount of stairs. Once the door was opened and you two were inside, you could immediately sense another heartbeat in the apartment. Just as your body tensed up, you heard the friendly sound of paws pattering across the wooden floor, calming your nerves. “This is Lucky, a.k.a Pizza Dog, a.k.a my best friend.” Kate introduced you as she knelt down to pat the dog. “That sounded less… sad in my head,” she muttered afterwards.

After confirming that no one else was there, you reached for the back of your mask, pulling it off, deciding that it would be kinda weird to leave it on any longer. With a quick breath, you blew the hair out of your face, finding the archer looking at you with a small blush on her cheeks, “definitely not a man,” she whispered to the dog.

“So… this person who you think can help… I’m guessing it's not the dog?” you joked, loosely pointing to the golden fluff ball on the floor. You managed to get a small chuckle from the raven-haired girl, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw hers.

“No, unfortunately not. They’re over at the avengers compound.”

“Right,” you nodded, “The band.”

“Yeah, the band. But I don’t think they will like me very much if I turn up at 2 am with someone who I found in the bins.” She finished, smiling to herself at your little banter. “Especially since I don’t even know your name…”

“Ah,” you breathed out, looking down at your feet as you felt slightly embarrassed by the statement. After all, you had helped her with the tracksuits, she was helping you find out what happened to you, let you into her home (or at least her aunts'), and she introduced you to her dog. She was long overdue for a proper introduction.

“Hi,” Kate had stood up now, moving to stand in front of you with a warm smile.

“Hi,” you replied, unsure of where this was going.

“I’m Kate, it's nice to meet you,” She placed her hand in the space between you two, offering a friendly re-introduction. You took her hand in yours, giving her a shy smile.

“In here.” He called. Kate watched as you joined Clint’s side and gave her a shy wave. Kates eyes softened at the sight of you and weakly waved back.

“Kate, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Kate. I’m assuming you’ll be friends since you’re close in age and girl power or whatever.” Clint explained as he waved his hand. Kate tried to get out of her bed to shake your hand without realizing her foot was tangled in her sheets. She immediately face planted on the floor with a hard thud. You gasped as Clint laughed and shook his head. Kate quickly got up and smoothed her shirt as if nothing had happened.

“Sorry about that. I’m Kate.”

“I’m Y/n.” You smiled and shook her hand. Clint noticed the way Kate turned bright red when you held her hand and smirked a little.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” He said before winking at Kate. Kate gave him a look as he gave her a thumbs up behind your back. He quickly dashed out of the room before Kate could yell at him, leaving you alone with her in her room.

“So, uh, why are you here?” Kate asked. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound rude. I meant it more like what brings you to here? I mean, to the tower here. What uh, what brings you here?”

“Mr. Stark just recruited me.” You chuckled. “I guess that means I’m on the team now? I’m not really sure. He said he’d call me when he needs me but right now he wants to focus on controlling my powers.”

“Powers? You have powers?” Kate asked with en excited smile.

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “Botany.”

“Botany? Like plants?” Kate’s eyes widened.

“Yeah. Like plants.” You confirmed, feeling butterflies in your stomach over how excited she was. Her interest made you feel bold, so you picked up her hand again and let it rest in your palm. Kate watched in awe as you waved your hand over her open palm, making a rose appearance out of nowhere and bloom right before her eyes.

“Wow. Look at that.” Kate whispered in awe as she stared at the flower.

“I’m not even sure I’ll be useful.” You shrugged. “But Mr. Stark said he could always use another superhero on his side.”

“Totally. I think you could be very useful.”

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly. “Mr. Stark seems to think so. He always said it would be nice to have another girl around.”

“I agree. I love girls.” Kate said, immediately regretting it.

“Same.” You smiled, making her relax. Kate watched as you took the flower from her palm and tucked it behind her ear. Kate gulped and flushed a rosy pink as you smiled.

“There. It looks better there than in your hand.” You told her, making her blush grow. Before she could say anything, she heard your name being called.

“That’s probably Mr. Stark. It was nice to meet you, Kate.” You smiled as her before leaving her room.

“Nice to meet you too.” She said, but you were already gone.

That night, Kate was watching something on the couch in the den when she felt a presence beside her. She looked away from the tv and saw you standing there with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“Mind if I sit here?” You asked her and nodded towards the spot next to her on the couch. Kate immediately moved her leg and nodded her head.

“Yeah. Go ahead.” She smiled softly as you took a seat beside her. You folded your legs and your knees touched, making the two of you smile at each other.

“Hey. Check them out.” Tony nudged Natasha when he noticed you and Kate sitting on the couch.

“That’s the new girl, right?” Nat asked. “She’s cute. And she seems to like Kate.”

“Kate likes her.” Clint snorted as he watched Kate struggle to be cool.

“Oh yeah? You think there’s a romance brewing?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

“There could be.” Clint shrugged. “But Kate’s too awkward to go for it. And I don’t know enough about Y/n yet to know if she’d make the first move.”

“Hm.” Natasha hummed.

“What are you thinking, Romanoff?” Tony wondered.

“I’m thinking maybe we should interfere.” Natasha smiled wickedly at her colleague.

“How would we do that?” Clint asked.

“How about this? We could take a little well needed vacation and pretend we’re going on a mission. They could have the place to themselves for a few days. That should push them together.” Tony suggested, making Natasha and Clint smile.

“All right.” Nat nodded. “I could get behind a little vacation.”

“Excellent.” Tony grinned. “Then it’s a plan. We leave tomorrow.”

The next day, you woke and Kate woke up to an empty tower. Kate looked in a couple rooms before finally checking her phone. When she saw that the others had left for a “mission”, she went to the kitchen for some breakfast. When she walked in, she found you sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal.

“Hi Kate.” You looked up from your cereal and smiled.

“Oh. Hi. Hello. How’s goes it? I mean, how does it go? I uh - oh God - how are you? You’re not on the mission?” Kate stumbled over her words as she bumped into the chairs at the table.

“No. Mr. Stark said he can’t use me until I gain better control of my powers.” You shrugged and went back to your cereal.

“Oh.” Kate said and frowned a little.

“What?” You wondered.

“Well he said he couldn’t use me either. But because I’m “in the way” and “kinda annoying”, to quote him.“

“Well if it’s any constellation, I don’t think you’re annoying.” You told her, making her laugh.

“What?” You wondered.

“It’s consolation. Not constellation. Constellations are the stars.” She corrected you with a fond smile.

“Oh. Right.” You smiled shyly. “I’m more of a ground person. I’m not much for stars.”

“Really? I love the stars. I used to be able to name all the constellations and find them.”

“That’s cool. Did you just study the night sky or something?”

“No. I used to practice my archery at night a lot when I was at boarding school. I spent so much time outside that I started to see the patterns in the stars. And that made me want to know more. I love all that stuff now. Constellations and stuff. I think it’s really cool.” Kate explained as she grabbed her own bowl and sat across from you.

“What’s your favorite constellation?” You asked as you leaned your chin on your hand, watching her poor her cereal.

“Sagittarius. It’s latin for “archer”. But, I swear I’m not like weirdly into archery or anything. I feel like I keep talking about it.” Kate pointed out just in case you had noticed it too.

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “I like hearing you talk.”

Kate smiled and leaned in a little, accidentally knocking her cereal bowl forward. It rocked backwards before tumbling off the table and landing on the floor.

“Oh God.” Kate said in a grave voice as she stared at the bowl on the floor. There was milk and cereal all over the floor, Kate’s legs, and the table.

“Did it spill?” You asked her.

“Yes. Very much.”

“Here. I’ll help.” You said and got out of your seat. You grabbed some paper towels and put them on the floor as Kate scooped the soggy cereal up with her hands. When you finished wiping down the floor, you wiped the table legs. You then absentmindedly wiped the milk off of Kate’s bare legs, making you both freeze. You stopped and looked up at her with an embarrassed smile.

“Sorry.” You said quickly.

“It’s okay. Thanks for helping.” She smiled shyly.

“It’s okay. I spill things all the time.”

“I’m not usually this clumsy.” She told you as you walked together to the sink.

“For some reason, I have a hard time believing you.” You chuckled as you rinsed your bowl o it.

“Yeah. I was lying. I’m very clumsy.” She admitted, making you laugh again.

“It’s okay. You’re like the girl in the romantic comedies who’s endearing trait is that she bumps into things and falls over a lot.”

“Does that make you the new kid in town who quite literally sweeps her off her feet?” Kate asked, immediately regretting it for being too forward.

“Sorry. That was a bad joke. I’m gonna go.”

“You can stay.” You shrugged, making her stop in tracks.

“If you want, I mean. Maybe you could help me.” You quickly added.

“With what?” Kate wondered.

“I’m trying to think of a name.” You explained as you sat back down at the table.

“A name?” She asked as she sat beside you. You pulled out a notepad and showed her your list of crossed out names.

“Yeah. My superhero name. What’s yours?”

“Kate. Bishop.” She said, making you laugh.

“But that’s your real name.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, Clint calls me Hawkeye. It hasn’t really caught on, though.”

“I like that.” You smiled. “I think it suits you.”

“Thanks.” She smiled shyly in return. You looked at each other for a minute and Kate could’ve sworn you started to lean in. She quickly cleared her throat and tried to focus.

“So what names what you thought of so far?” She asked to get back on track.

“I’ll tell you. But you’re not allowed to laugh.”

“Okay.” Kate grinned and leaned on her hand to stare at you.

“Flower Girl.” You read off your list and looked at her.

“Oh. That’s…cute.” Kate nodded and held back a laugh.

“You hate it.” You whined. “But it’s okay because I hate it too. It’s too wedding-y.”

“I agree. What else you got?”

“Plantman?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“No. Sounds too much like Ant-Man. And, you know, you’re a girl.”

“I know. I thought it might help with the whole anonymity aspect. But I don’t like it.” You said and crossed it off your list. Kate scooted closer to you so that she could read the list over your shoulder.

“Poison Ivy?” She read off in surprise.

“Nah.” You shook your head. “That’s lame. What about Rose Petal?”

“No.” Kate scrunched her nose.

“Rose Thorn?“

“No. That’s doesn’t scream “you”, you know?”

“What about just straight up “thorn”? That could work.”

“It’s cute.” Kate agreed. “But it kinda sounds like a villain name.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” You sighed and looked back at the list.

“Why don’t you call yourself whatever your favorite flower is?” Kate suggested.

“I can grow flowers with my hands. I could never pick a favorite. Could you pick a favorite arrow?”

“Never. They’re all so different and do different things.”

“Exactly.” You told her. “That’s why I could never pick. But you could. What’s your favorite flower?”

“Red dahlias.” Kate answered, making you smile in surprise.

“Really? I thought it would be lavender or hyacinths. Or maybe even irises.”

“Why those?” Kate wondered, blushing at how much thought you had put into it.

“They’re purple.” You shrugged, making her blush deepen.

“How’d you know I like purple?” She asked with a shy smile.

“Your whole room was purple when I was in there. And you’re wearing purple now. I took a wild guess.” You pointed out, making her blush again.

“Good guess. It is. My favorite color, I mean.”

“It’s a good color. And definitely a good color on you.” You said, making Kate choke on her saliva.

“Thanks.” She said once she collected herself. “Um, what was that flower you mentioned before? The one with the funny name.”

“Hyacinth?”

“Yeah. That one. I’m not familiar with it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hyacinth.”

“Oh, they’re beautiful. They’re not all purple though. They can be pink and white and blue too.” You said as waved your hands around and grew a couple hyacinths in your palms. You grew one of every color you listed as Kate watched in awe. You handed the flowers to Kate in a bouquet and noticed her expression.

“What?” You wondered.

“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” She whispered as she took a whiff of the flowers.

“What was the one you said you liked? Red dahlia?” You asked with a coy smile.

“Yeah.” Kate returned the smile. “That’s the one.”

“Here.” You said as you grew a red dahlia in your palm and handed it to her.

“What else can you do?” Kate asked you with a childlike smile.

“You wanna see something cool?” You smirked, making her instantly nod her head.

A couple minutes later, you were in one of the sparring rooms with Kate dressed in her archery gear.

“Okay. Shoot it.” You commanded her.

“What? I’m not gonna shoot at you.” Kate said and lowered her arrow.

“What did you think we came out here for?” You chuckled. “Shoot me. Right here. Right in the heart.”

“I’m not gonna shoot you in the heart.”

“Why? You think you’ll miss?” You teased her.

“I’m not gonna miss. My aim is flawless.” Kate said, falling for your trap.

“It’s flawless but you can’t even hit my heart?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I can hit your heart.” She insisted.

“Prove it.” You shrugged.

“Fine.” She said and raised her arrow again. She lined up her aim and took a dee breath before letting her arrow fly. Before it coudk hit you, you held up a hand and a tree immediately grew in front of you. The arrow hit the tree, protecting you from harm.

“Woah!” Kate gasped. “How did you do that?”

“Flower power.” You smirked. “Shoot another one.”

Kate was so impressed by you that she took another arrow from her sheath and pulled it back. She aimed for your forehead his time and leg her arrow fly. You held up an arm and a tree once again appeared in front of you, protecting you from the arrow.

“Wow. That’s so cool.” Kate said breathlessly as she lowered her bow.

“Thanks. I’m not really sure how I can use it in battle though.” You admitted.

“Hm..” Kate thought for a second before taking out another arrow. This time, she aimed it at the wall and watched as it ricocheted and headed towards you. You threw your hands up as cactus grew in front of you, stopping the arrow from ever making contact.

“Woah. Kate! What are you doing?” You asked as she lined up another arrow.

“Showing you what you can do.” She smirked and started to run towards you. You held your hands by your hips and grass grew beneath your feet. You used the grass to move away from her, riding around the room like you were on a magic carpet. Kate kept shooting arrows at you and you expertly dodged them. You threw a blast of flowers at one arrow to knock it out of the sky and used a vine to yank another arrow away from your face. You saw her reaching for another arrow and sent a hurricane of jacarandas at her to buy yourself some time to move out of the way. This went on for some time, Kate shooting at you and you using your powers to protect yourself. Kate watched you in awe as you dodged every single arrow she shot at you until she had run out. As she shot her final arrow at you, you threw a blast of red, pink, orange, and white petals at her. The petals rained around the room as you stared at each other. You both got the same idea and laid down on the petals, panting as you stared at one another. You reached over and moved some hair out of Kate’s face, making her smile.

“Your powers are beautiful. They’re peaceful and defensive and powerful. You’re amazing.” Kate gushed as she stared into your eyes.

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly. You stared at each other for a minute before Kate sat up. You sat up as well and picked some petals out of her long, dark hair.

“Come on. Let’s go back in.” She said as she held out her hand. You took her hand and helped each other stand up. As you walked towards the door, Kate tripped and fell it the ground. You laughed and scooped her up, carrying her the rest of the way inside. You set her down in the kitchen and she was a blushing mess.

“Are you hungry?” You asked her as you looked through the cabinets.

“Not really. But I wouldn’t say no to a little some sweet.” She replied, making you laugh.

“Me either. Here. Do you like cherry?” You asked as you handed her a lolly pop you had found.

“Yeah. Thanks.” She smiled shyly and took the lolly pop.

“I’m more of a blue raspberry kinda gal.” You told her as you popped your own lolly pop into your mouth.

“Good to know.” Kate smiled as she bit down on the stick of her lolly pop. You sat down on the couch together and talked about flowers and constellations and everything in between.

“Your tongue is red.” You laughed when you noticed her cherry red tongue poking out of her mouth.

“Well yours is blue.” She teased. You both laughed and when your laughter died down, you were left staring at each other.

“Do you want to make purple?” You asked quietly, making Kate’s stomach erupt in a swarm of butterflies.

“I do.” She gulped. “It’s my favorite color.”

“I’ve noticed.” You smiled before leaning in to kiss her.

“Well look at that. Our little plan worked.” Tony smirked as he watched the scene between you and Kate play out on his security camera.

“I knew it would. They just needed a little push.” Clint said before shoveling some popcorn into his mouth while he watched the screen.

“Is it weird we’re watching teenage girls makeout when they have no idea they’re being filmed?” Wanda asked as she stole some popcorn. Everyone stopped eating their popcorn and froze.

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You've known her for fifteen years, having met in the third grade when you moved schools. Taunts were mercilessly thrown your way by the kids who were essentially marking their territory, and you'd just felt so out of place. One particularly bad day you'd been crying into your knees while sitting in a field, and a shadow covering you brought your hesitant attention up.

A brunette with a gap where who two front teeth should be was warmly smiling down at you, with a hand extended in front of your face. You'd shakily accepted her hand, she abruptly pulled you up, and you awkwardly wiped your tears away on your shirt.

"Wanna see something cool?" She slightly stuttered, and curiosity got the best of you so you nodded.

She smiled, pulling a capri sun out from her back pocket, then pushed the straw through the hole in her smile. She began to suck the juice, and only about half made it down her throat, before the remainder came spewing out of the hole. Your laughter filled her ears and she joined you once she saw the obvious mess.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"Kate Bishop, pleasure to make your acquaintance." She giggles, bowing before gripping your hand and pulling you off towards the jungle gym.

The rest is all a wondrous-beautiful history, as the both of you grew up attached at the hip; somewhere along the way you'd blurred through the lines of friendship and now you've been lovers for six years. Just three months ago everything had been going well, but now you're not so certain she even wants you anymore. You'd be lucky to even catch a glimpse of her between the sun setting and rising each day, and whenever you do see her she's telling you stories of her grand adventures with Hawkeye and Yelena Belova before slamming back half a pizza and passing out.

Yelena—the blonde assassin who tried to "kill her" upon their first meeting has now taken over the role of best friend in your lovers life. Jealousy had never been something to consider with you two since it had always just been the both of you. Even in High School, Kate wouldn't even consider going anywhere without you, and it was the same the other way.

Now though, Kate's gone off and made friends, finally immersed in the "superhero" crowd that she'd been a bit obsessed with ever since the battle of New York. Over the years you might've even indulged her obsession, even finding it sorta fun as you were buying her limited edition "Hawkeye" action figures in ebay auctions. It was always worth it for you when you got to see the look of pure joy, and to hear her squeals as she placed it on her floating shelf besides the others.

Tired of the way things were going you'd tried to stay up to talk it out, maybe even fight if it came down to it, you'd honestly do anything just to go back to the way everything once was.

Kinda needed her to show up for that to work...

A week went by of nothing but absolute silence, and you found yourself growing increasingly angrier by the day at every ignored text, or call.

One Saturday morning you woke up with a heaviness on your abdomen, assuming that Lucky had just broken the "no bed" rule again you decidedly kept your eyes closed. Then as your consciousness became less fuzzy you remembered that Lucky was at Moose's for a Larping event this weekend causing your body to stiffen.

Without much movement you caught a glimpse of the perpetrator, taking note of Kate's perfect face, then feeling immense rage. Once upon a time the sight of her messy hair, parted lips, and the sound of her snores would be enough to make your heart flutter with excitement.

But now? After pretty much ghosting you? Who does she think she is showing up here and cuddling up to you after a week of total silence? After the prior months of relative silence...

Surely she has to realize that this isn't how a relationship works. Your relationship—perfectly crafted, never worked like this prior, so you're not entirely sure what's gotten into her to make her think this is how it goes now.

After taking a few calming breaths you carefully peeled her arm off of you, even if all you wanted for months was for it to be on you. You collected your outfit then hopped into the shower to try and clear your thoughts before having to face the woman who once made your world turn. Once you exited the restroom you found the bed was empty though, so you slowly made your way downstairs to find it equally as empty.

"Absolutely not." You humorlessly chuckle out before pulling your phone out to track her down, and grabbing your keys.

After driving for a little over thirty minutes you'd pulled over to find yourself at Central Park. You stepped out of your car, remaining hidden behind a wall of sorts, and peering around until your eyes stumbled upon Kate sat on a blanket with none other than Yelena. They were sharing a massive spread of food, while your girlfriend was laughing rather boisterously, as if the world's funniest person had been stood before them.

"Kate Bishop, why aren't you at home with your girlfriend Y/N? I don't have much experience with love in this manner, but I do think for it to be a relationship you kind of need to be there."

"I want to be there, but she's mad at me.. I can sense it in the way that she looks at me whenever I come home from training or missions. Eyes that used to stare at me in awe seem to hold nothing short of contempt as of late. I just feel like if I don't go home, then she can't say the words that are designed to break me completely."

"Oh, Kate, this simply will not do. Running from your girlfriend has to be the opposite way of keeping her. You could easily take time off you know, Y/N seems like a great girl, you need to always make sure to cherish the one's you love."

"She's everything Lena, truly she's my dream come true, and has been ever since I met her on the playground over a decade ago. Always been the gentlest soul, feeling all her emotions so openly, so for her to be so closed off lately has scared me. Normally she'd tell me what's wrong, but I think I'm what's wrong here, and she didn't know how to say it. I thought giving her space would help, but she seemed so mad this morning when she woke up to me beside her, so I kind of snuck out before she could start yelling."

"Take it from me, absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder, that phrase is a bullshit one. Absence like this doesn't make people miss you, all you're doing here is teaching her how to live without you, and I don't think you're prepared for that seeing as how it's exactly what you're running from. Don't be a coward Kate Bishop, heroes can't have a coward bone."

Before Kate could make sure Yelena knew a coward bone wasn't real the sounds of tires screeching interrupted the women as their attention turns to the perpetrators car.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Kate gasps while scrambling to get to her feet, and frantically collecting her belongings.

"What is it Kate Bishop? The tracksuits?" Yelena lazily questions, pretending to be worried while she’s dipping her chip in some salsa.

"No, it's Y/N, and now she's going to think I'm cheating on her, which I'm sure has already been floating around in that beautiful, insecure brain of hers. I have approximately fifteen minutes to get home before she runs out with a suitcase and in turn my entire heart."

Kate runs off before Yelena can say anything, and she chuckles as she's watching the brunette running off towards her car without her keys. Sure, she could've gotten up, but this isn't really her problem, so she just lifts them up just in time for her to run back and grab them before she's sprinting off once more.

"Good luck Kate Bishop. You're definitely going to need it.." She murmurs into the air, before cleaning up the picnic and pretty much disappearing into thin air.

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Intentions—they're important, because you care far too much about your car to just mistreat it like that, Kate should know that. Seeing as how it was the first thing you'd been able to purchase outright, with your own hard earned money, but in her panicked state it never even crossed her mind. It's honestly funny, for an upcoming Avenger she was surely breaking at least five traffic laws to get home to you before you could actually leave her. Which, honestly, if you think about it, did help her "straight and narrow" self to fit right in with the band of heroes.

When you'd returned to the apartment you carefully packed your suitcase, purposefully leaving behind a wide array of your belongings. Taking only a weeks worth of your items, you then waited patiently for your girlfriend to come home so that you could finally have it out with her, then promptly leave her alone the way she had essentially done to you for months now.

Kate came crashing through the door, protests immediately falling from her lips, only to be stilled by your far too relaxed presence in the recliner.

"Baby, it's not what it looked like, Yelena and I were just —."

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"Baby?"

"Kate, so nice of you to make it home, how about you sit down so we can chat, yeah?"

Even though you worded it as a question, the archer knew better than to challenge you, sheepishly finding space for herself on the corner of the couch closest to you as she craved the proximity.

"Now, would you care to explain where you've been this last week?"

"Yelena and I are just fri—."

"Kate! Yelena isn't my concern, just answer the damn question." You angrily interrupt her before she can ramble about her lack of cheating on you, as if emotionally cheating isn't a thing.

"I've been staying with Clint, going over fighting techniques, and practicing my archery. Today I woke up to your angry mutterings so I snuck out to the park with Yelena."

"Snuck out?" You humorlessly snort, eyes narrowed in her direction, and she awkwardly fumbles with her fingers.

"I-Um."

"No, save it Kate. One shouldn't have to sneak out if something isn't wrong. Nor should you try to spin this and throw it back in my face, which sort of brings us to the next topic of conversation. I think it’s best that I leave."

Ignoring her pained gasp you push through, allowing the residing anger to help you maintain your composure so that you don’t break down before her, having always been quick to tears whenever Kate was saddened.

"I'll be staying at my brother's house for an undetermined amount of time, potentially indefinitely. We'll see if you can fix the mess you made, because I'm tired, I really tried my hardest here, but I guess I just wasn't enough."

Kate's to her feet within the same instant that your hand is nearing the front door. Spinning you around she successfully traps your body against the door with her own and you tightly shut your eyes to avoid having to make eye contact with her in fear of your resolve breaking down.

"No! Why would you resort to leaving when we haven’t even talked yet? There’s two of us here! We can talk this out Y/N/N, you don't get to just walk out without even an argument first."

"Is that not what you did?" You bitterly retort, opening your eyes as a newfound confidence takes over you, but it’s short lived.

"That's not fair, I-I was—." Her ramblings quickly cut off as she started to panic and her lips began to tremble, head falling to gaze at the floor, and shaky hands were more than enough to soften your resolve, leading you to cup her cheeks and raised her gaze to reach yours once more.

"Being a hero, yeah, I know sweetheart... Saving the world one bad guy at a time, and forgetting about the rest of us little guys along the way. You know, Kate, at one point you used to be my very own personal hero. You’d hold me through the worst of my nightmares, protected me from my inner most demons, and you somehow loved me despite all of the odds stacked against us. You know, like back when your mom threatened to disown you for being with me, or when you quite literally saved me from my very own disaster parents. I’m forever in debt to you for all you’ve done for me Katy-Kat, but it seems we’ve reached an impasse.”

Steady streams flowed down her cheeks, tirelessly you’d worked to wipe them away. Absolutely hating that you’re stood here before the love of your life—breaking her heart, but deep down you know this is what’s needed for her to learn that she needs to find some balance. Words have never been enough for her, she’s always needed to see the full picture before her. Through your own light sobbing you continue on with your speech of sorts.

“All of your wildest dreams are coming true now my darling, and I’m so fucking happy for you in that regard, but as of now I fear we’re on misaligned paths. However, I’d like to think that deep down you are still my hero, the same one who’d saved me all those years ago from the evil third graders.”

Kate’s disheartening laughter follow your words, and her thumbs move to reciprocate your actions, wiping away at your fallen tears. Then in a shocking move she pulls you in for a desperate kiss, and you allow it to continue, having missed the feel of her lips against yours. Once her tongue enters your mouth you feel it best to part, pulling back to then place a sweet peck to the corner of her lips and whispering:

“Find her for me, and once you do, you’ll know exactly where to find me…”

With glimmering cheeks and a bittersweet smile you’d slipped out the door, leaving Kate’s body to wrack with uncontainable sobs, forehead leaning against the door you’d just escaped from.

“Oh, Kate Bishop…” Yelena coos in exaggerated sympathy from the fire escape, startling the archer as she jumps back with a shriek.

“Come, enjoy this feast of beer and mac and cheese with me while we brainstorm together on how to fix this mess you’ve made, yeah? She’s not going to wait forever, and you’re already a wreck…”

Kate scoffs at the statement, but reluctantly takes the beer extended her way, downing it before laying her head on the table to sulk.

“This is just so good, I can’t believe you don’t want any of this!” Yelena rambles in disbelief before shoving the spoon into her mouth, while pointlessly rambling out ideas as Kate’s just staring off into space.

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The incessant clicks of the buttons coming from Kate's controller were driving you insane.

Hiding your head under your blankets, you groaned loudly, not that your girlfriend could hear you with her headset on.

The same thing had happened every day since she had gotten her new game.

She'd stay up all night gaming, coming to bed after you had gotten up in the morning. The only exception was when she had to go on missions; then she would go to bed at a reasonable time.

Claiming it was because she had a slightly less busy schedule, she promised to return to a somewhat more normal routine soon.

Unfortunately, you didn't believe her.

Kate often struggled to stick to her word, usually when it came to small things, so it didn't bother you too much. However, it still caused you to doubt her whenever she made a promise occasionally.

You huffed, "Kate?"

No reply.

Getting out of bed, you walked over to her, standing in front of her with a frown.

"Hi, baby," she smiled at you, leaning to the side so she could still see the screen behind you.

"I miss you," you pouted.

"I miss you too," she giggled.

It was difficult to be annoyed with her when she was so sweet and adoring.

"Then come snuggle," you whined slightly, knowing her answer would be no.

"I'm almost finished my game, though," she looked at you sadly.

" But we've barely spent any time together recently," you stared at the floor beneath you.

"I'm sorry," she sighed.

"Don't be," you shook your head.

"But I feel bad," she told you.

She always told you she felt bad but never did anything about it. It was infuriating, but you realised very early in your relationship that Kate needed direct communication as she wasn't good at picking up on hints, no matter how much detail you included.

"So come to bed; all you do is play on your xbox, and it's not fair. The console isn't your girlfriend; I am," you took a step closer to her, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"Oh, honey. It's not an xbox, but are you jealous of my playstation?" she giggled, pulling you onto her lap, pausing her game.

"Well, you spend all of your free time on it," you didn't dare make eye contact with her due to the embarrassment of being jealous of an inanimate object.

"I promise I will always love you the most, and I'm sorry I haven't been spending time with you," she picked you up, carrying you into the kitchen and setting you down on the island.

"It's okay; you don't have to apologise; I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm so stupid for-"

"Nope, none of that," she interrupted you, kissing you softly.

She began to walk around the kitchen, preparing two mugs of hot chocolate before turning on your favourite film in the living room.

Carrying you in, she held you tight as you lay on the couch securely in her arms.

If Kate was asked what she wanted to be when she was ten years old, she would have replied that she wanted to be a superhero; just like Hawkeye. The world was bright and exciting as a child, especially when the Avengers existed. That’s how the young Bishop grew up, wide eyed and a naive sense of confidence. It was the blip that destroyed every ounce of hope for most people, and it shoved the once blindly optimistic Kate into reality. Her childhood idol was nowhere to be seen, seemingly hiding while the rest of his team fought against the most dangerous enemy to land on Earth’s soil. 

She went to work for her mother at Bishop Security, uncovering her deal with Fisk accidentally. It should have bothered the once morally righteous young brunette to know what Eleanor was doing to make sure the business thrived, but for some reason she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Keeping her head down at the company, Kate got her work done and really only got close to Maya. The two bonded over being the youngest and having a lot of pressure put on them. 

When tales about a dark hooded figure with a sword that was taking down organizations across the globe began to spread, Fisk began to spread his assets. Kate took an even larger step away from the spotlight in regards to the company, deciding to focus on college and her sports. Her mother was pleased by this, always wanting to protect her daughter. 

The Avengers tried, one last time, to reverse the blip. It was a very public and violent fight that ultimately ended in failure. The entirety of public heroes were gone, dead, or rumor has it some are stuck in different universes and timelines. Society didn’t trust them anymore and there was no longer a need for them but the hooded swordsman came back. The Bishops weren’t worried until Kingpin was targeted. 

When the Ronin showed up to the penthouse it was Kate that he came face to face with, shock filling his body when he realized she was just a kid. A young girl dressed in a hoodie with a flimsy looking sword attached to her hips, an incredibly innocent looking expression on her face. He was expecting Fisk, or at least his group of workers. His hesitation was his downfall as Kate used his second of doubt to disarm him. The young Bishop wasn’t the one to drop him to his knees though. No, that was Maya the silent accomplice to the young archer. Shooting him three times with a smile on her face; once in the knee, once in the torso, and once in the sternum. 

Curiosity got the best of Kate as she unmasked the so called vigilante that had been wreaking havoc across the globe, and there bleeding out on her marble floors was her childhood hero Hawkeye. Clint Barton, the person that made her want to take up archery and the person who saved her life many years ago. The person that disappeared when Thanos came to Earth causing Kate to turn her back not only on him but the idea of heroism. Believing that her hero was nothing but a coward, instead delving into her mother’s operations, he was ultimately the reason the young archer fell into the darkness in her soul.

It was Kate’s arrow, shot from a small loaded crossbow that was concealed between her shoulder blades, that drops him dead. Instead of following through with the original plan of burning the body and suit, the archer decides to take up the mantle. Following in her once-hero’s footsteps in a demented way by working for Fisk, killing any target regardless of who it is. 

Carrying the infamous retractable sword, along with a small crossbow and collapsible bow, Kate under the guise of Ronin became one of the most feared members of Fisk’s organizations. The other two were Maya (Echo) and Yelena (White Widow), who joined in favor of following the people who killed the man responsible for her sister’s death. The three of them became Kingpin’s most prized weapons, and were sent out to deal with the most special targets.

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The first time she sees you it's past midnight and you’re rushing home after a long closing shift at the small movie theater you work at. She can’t help but think how you look entirely too cute to be her next target, bundled up in an oversized jacket and a beanie that is falling into your eyes. Confused, the young Ronin decides to follow you around for a few days in hopes to gather information that will allow her to understand her assignment. The longer she trails you the more confused she gets, you’re just a normal person. You walk your dog daily, go to work at the theater almost every single day, and eat ice cream in bed while watching Bob’s Burgers episode on repeat. You aren’t threatening nor did you have anything threatening in your apartment. 

The first time she comes into the theater you spill an entire cup of soda on the floor, tripping over air as you get distracted by her striking ocean eyes. Little did you know that she was taking advantage of a tactic that Yelena taught her, drawing trust from the target to find a more convenient spot to kill you.

Kate had thought you were adorable, and stumbled through awkwardly flirting back. The archer tried to act cool as she tried to charm you. Her ego stroked when she realized how difficult it was for you to act normally around her.  You cursed yourself as you stuttered through asking her what movie she would be seeing, but she just asked for a small popcorn and left. 

You’re ecstatic when the gorgeous brunette begins showing up at work often, getting a small popcorn and leaving. You are hooked, completely infatuated. Every time you work you have to hype yourself up to finally ask her out, you never do. You don’t even know her name yet. 

Another day, another shift, and you can’t help but feel disappointed by the lack of ocean girl for the past week. Your co-workers watch the entire day as you perk up each time someone walks through the doors and sulk as you clean up to close. The walk home was brisk, trying to avoid being in the cold for too long but just a few blocks from your apartment you see someone leaning against a street light. You don’t have too much time to try and think of a different route when the figure starts walking towards you, closing the distance swiftly. 

The person is shoving you against an abandoned building, back hitting rough dirty brick. Your heart beat is pounding but the moment your gaze catches a flash of ocean blue you calm. “You haven’t been to th-the theater in a while.” Your voice is soft, anxiety making your voice crack halfway. 

Kate, who was flipping an arrow in her hand, looks up at you shocked. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to put together what was happening. How were you not scared? An almost complete stranger just shoved you into an abandoned alleyway, and you’re worried about them getting a bag of popcorn? She lets the shiny arrowhead tap against your leg, smirking as you look down at it. “I’ve been planning something a little different.” 

Her voice is low causing a shiver to run down your spine as you look at the reflection of a street light shining off the sharp tip. “Usually I don’t get this…adventurous on the first hookup but for you I would.” You’re a bit nervous, but you know you need to be open to anything if you want to keep the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen. She’s entirely out of your league, but you won’t let your inexperience get in the way. 

She’s staring at you, an incredulous look on her face. Deciding to test you, she lets the her weapon of choice ghost along her body until it’s beating against your skull. Slowly she lets the tip of the arrow dig into your temple, eye widening as you just let her pierce her skin. The girl is pulling away, jaw slack, about to say something when some random girl screams interrupting the two of you. 

The girl runs up to you, asking if you’re okay, but you just notice that the ocean girl is gone. A small trail of blood your only reminder of your close encounter with the popcorn girl. Slumping against the wall again, you just nod and grumpily thank the stranger for her help. 

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Arms crossed, Kate pouts in the oversized arm chair as Yelena and Maya laugh at her. The glare in her eyes is weak, and her friends know it. “Guys! It doesn’t make sense, okay. Why are they my next target?” Her hands are erratic as she signs, making Maya laugh at the mistakes she makes. 

The blonde just shrugs as she struggles to sit up straight through her laughter, but Kate relaxes when she sees Maya get her attention. “The boss has a connection to them that he doesn’t want them to know, Kazi figured that part out but the files are destroyed on what the connection is.” The older brunette shrugs at the end of her sentence, quickly signing an apology before smacking Yelena on the head. 

The widow sighs before shrugging too, “I really do not think I can be of help. I could not find anything.” Her sloppy signing still makes Maya smile, knowing English in every way is still a bit of a struggle for the Russian. “Besides, just take the target out and get the job done and over with. It should be easy Kate Bishop.” The smirk on the blonde’s face makes the archer roll her eyes, pouting again at the tease. 

The young Ronin nods nonetheless, looking out the window, trying to piece together her thoughts. 

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For the next few weeks you keep getting in awkward situations with ocean girl, who after you practically begged for the answer told you her name is Kate. You still can’t actually get the nerve to ask her out. You can’t even get the nerve to just try and actually initiate hooking up with her, even though she has definitely tried. Even if every single time you are alone with the brunette ends with her disappearing with no trace, you can’t help but look forward to the next time she pops into your life. 

The subway was the most annoying thing ever, preferring to walk everywhere, but you were going to the opposite side of the city so you had no other choice. Your head is down, airpods secure in your ears, as you try to rest a bit before you get to your destination. 

You don’t remember dozing off but the feeling of cold metal along your throat wakes you up, a hand in your hair stops you from flinching. Panic rushing through you but the smooth voice that speaks calms you. “We are finishing this tonight, I’m done playing around.” 

Slowly opening your eyes, relaxing your face, taking a chance to look up at the ocean blue you crave. “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you because I am, you look amazing tonight by the way, but can I ask if the weird sword thing was necessary?” You don’t mean to ramble but she makes you nervous.

Kate is staring down at you, jaw tense as she takes you in. Your entirely too innocent eyes, sparkling looking up at her like she was the best thing in the world. Your nervous smile, flinching every time your skin is pricked by the sharp blade, but it just makes her melt a little inside at the cuteness. You are the easiest target she’s ever had, honestly you’re the easiest person anyone could have ever been told to kill.  

The moment you bite your lip, out of awkwardness mostly because of the heavy silence, it breaks something in Kate. She crashes her mouth into yours, messy and sloppy, but it stuns you nonetheless. This wasn’t the first time someone kissed you, but the way she’s pushing against you is different. No one has ever wanted you like she does at the moment. No one ever touched you like she is.  The blade against your throat retracts, scratching a thin line across your throat, but you don’t have much time to think about it when Kate’s calloused hand replaces it. 

Your eyes flick around, grateful for the empty car you’re in, as she moves to straddle you. “I- maybe we shouldn’t do th-” She cuts you off with a sharp slap on your cheek, anger flashing in her eyes before she rubs the red skin soothingly. A small smile reaches her face as she coos over you. You can’t tell if she’s serious or just mocking you, but it makes you blush either way as you wiggle around beneath her. 

The flush rises up your neck as she pulls on the baby hairs there, “Oh my sweet little thing, you’re already squirming.” The brunette is moving around, forcing herself between your legs and letting her mouth ghost along your neck. 

You can feel the heat in your belly, spreading across your body the more she touches you. The wetness between your thighs makes you whimper, embarrassed at how easy it was for her to turn you on. You let your head shake slowly, cheeks burning as you slam your eyes shut so you don’t have to look at her. 

Her hand is already slipping under your shirt, her rough fingers sliding directly under your sports bra. Her palm slides against your hardened nipple, a smirk spreads across her face when she hears your breath hitch. “So sensitive, don’t tell me a pretty pet like you is a virgin.” Her voice is arrogant, as she lets her knee fall between your thighs. 

Your hips buck against her knee as it comes to lay flat against your covered center, a pathetic whimper escaping through your lips. Even though it’s a lie you’re adamantly shaking your head, refusing to seem even more pitiful. Letting your eyes close, you try your hardest to ignore the way her hand makes you feel as she palms at your breast. You try to ignore the way you just know your arousal is leaking through your panties as you try not to desperately grind against her knee. 

The knee between your thighs is moving, slowly but grinding perfectly into you, and it makes your vision blur. “Now now, don’t lie to me. I’m taking mercy on you, don’t take my niceness for granted. Tell me the truth.” Her mouth is moving against your neck, a particularly hard bite makes you wince as you try to focus. The smallest yes falls from your lips, meek and quiet. “That’s a good girl, I guess I should reward you. Yea?” 

Her forehead is leaning against your shoulder, watching as your hips are uncontrollably rutting against her knee. She wants to laugh at how awkward and sloppy it is, but she can’t help the rush of arousal through her body thinking about breaking that. You were going to be hers to ruin, no matter what her job was. 

The grip she has on your breasts is borderline painful and you were getting frustrated at not being able to reach your high alone, you were never good at getting off by yourself. You could feel your body starting to give it in, and your mouth hanging open in a silent plea, but it was like you couldn’t fall over the edge. Stuck dangling and Kate was just having a grand old time watching you struggle. 

You were completely focused on trying to reach your orgasm that you weren’t aware of the subway coming to a stop, nor were you aware of Kate’s focus shifting. The moment she pulls herself off you, pulling her hood off her head and a gray beanie over her head, a whine tears through your teeth. She’s shushing you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and shoving your heads down to stare at her phone screen. 

The archer is watching, through her lashes, as people rush to get into different cars but she sighs in relief when the doors finally close with no extra occupants joining. Making quick work of calculating how long until her stop, less than 2 minutes, she sighs and looks down at you. Your entire face is flushed, your breath coming out in harsh labored pants, and you're rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to find pressure. 

Grumbling, she reaches down unceremoniously gathering you in her arms and waits for the doors to open. The moment the metal slides open she’s rushing out, dodging people and shushing you as you whimper with each thundering step she takes. You try to look around, but when you see her taking dark abandoned alleyways you hide your face in her neck instead. The slight pang of fear makes you want to find safety, and for some reason Kate feels like that for you. 

The young Ronin sighs as she enters her penthouse, relaxing as the Bishop Security panel comes to life and secures the door behind her. She drops you roughly on the couch before she starts stripping layers, throwing everything around as she tries to take in what she just did. Her boss, Fisk, was going to murder her if he ever found out that this target was alive. Not only was this target alive, but she was keeping them in her apartment and trying to hookup with them. 

When she looks up from the glass of liquor she poured, her gaze meets yours and she knows that it doesn’t matter. She was going to keep you, no matter who tried to go against her. You were hers, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You started building a life of your own a couple years after your escape you had met Kate at the pizza place around the corner. She had immediately caught your attention. When you started talking to her you knew she was special. She asked you out on a date. Your previous live hadn’t exactly thought you how to be a proper partner, but Kate was patient.

After being together for two years you decided to move in with Kate in her apartment above the pizzeria the two of you had met. Just a couple months after you moved in you got a call from Kate, asking if you could come home as soon as possible. She didn’t want to share why, just that you had to come home right away.

Meanwhile at the apartment Kate was sitting face to face with none other than Yelena Belova. Kate however didn’t know that all she knew was that someone had just broken into her home and was asking her about what she had done with you, why she was holding you hostage, what her plan was. All of it being very strange to Kate. When she told the stranger she didn’t know what she was talking about and that you were her girlfriend and not someone that she took hostage, Yelena still didn’t believe her.

When you got home you couldn’t believe your eyes. Yelena was sitting in your apartment eating mac and cheese, your eyes watered seeing your best friend after so many years. “Yelena, how- What-“ you weren’t able to form a proper sentence. “Y/n! Let’s get out of here, you no longer need to be held hostage by Kate Bishop.” That’s when you realized why Kate had sounded so confused and insisted on you coming home.

“No no, Kate is my girlfriend. I live here.” You quickly say as you see Yelena stepping between Kate and you, holding out her hand. Noticing the bracelets with widow bites you quickly add, “by choice.”

You lower her hand with yours, “I promise you, I’m safe. Kate isn’t a thread.” With that you turn around and see a very confused Kate. You hadn’t exactly told her about your life as a Widow. Sure, she knew you had a troubled childhood, you told her you moved from family to family growing up. Which wasn’t a lie, you did, you got sent on mission after mission to different parents. Just you told it as if you were in foster care.

That night you spent around the table telling Kate about the parts of your life that she didn’t know about yet. It took a bit for her to come around, but ultimately she understood why you hadn’t shared this before.

Half a year had passed, and Yelena had found a place nearby, you and her were closer than ever. You had caught each other up on the parts of your lives that you had spent separate from each other. And made a deal to never part ways like that again.

It had also felt good to tell Kate the truth, for her it certainly explained why you had such struggles with maintaining relationships. In a way it had made the two of you closer. You had however not noticed that Kate wasn’t always very fond of Yelena. Until today that is.

You had invited Yelena over for lunch and a movie at the apartment. You hadn’t mentioned it to Kate since she was away for a couple of days on a work trip. But Kate got back a day earlier to surprise you and came home to you hugging Yelena. It was just a hug between two friends who were saying bye for the day. But Kate hadn’t fully trusted Yelena since she had broken into her home.

“Step away from my girlfriend.” Kate says with a stern tone. Yelena takes a confused step to the side, “What’s wrong Kate Bishop?” Kate found it very annoying that Yelena kept using her full name, but now was not the time to tell her off. “What’s wrong is that you’re standing oddly close to my girlfriend. Did you think that just because I was away, you could just sweep in and do your thing?” Yelena looked Kate up and down, “My thing? I mean I was doing my thing if that means saying bye to my best friend after watching a movie, sure.”

Kate now looks at you with a raised eyebrow, needing to hear it from you herself. “That’s really all it was Kate, I swear. We just watched a movie and had lunch. I basically talked Lena’s ears off about how much I am missing you and how excited I am that you’d be coming home soon.”

Kate gets quiet, realizing her mistake. Making you step forward and place your hands on her shoulders, “Kate you’re the only one for me. You’ll never have to worry about me leaving, alright?” Kate nods. You place a kiss on her lips and feel her kiss back. Both breaking into a smile when Yelena adds, “Plus, y/n is like my sister.”  

Yelena decided to stay a while longer so the three of you could talk. Kate sharing her reasoning behind getting jealous and Yelena sharing that she would absolutely never come between the two of you. And of course, you making sure Kate know she’s the only person you want to be with.

~

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You weren’t entirely sure when exactly it had stopped. When she had stopped.

When she stopped leaving you post-it notes on the fridge, before she left for work, telling you how much she loved you and hated being away from you. Making sure you knew just how much she cherished you and wanted to spend every waking moment next to you.

When she didn’t call you on her breaks just to hear your voice. She still called but they were so few and far between, she didn’t seem as happy to hear your cheery voice on the other end. 

When her fingers no longer lingered upon your skin when she handed you the remote, her hands didn’t brush against your arms in the way that sent butterflies swirling through your stomach when she helped you put on your jacket.

She was pulling away, slowly, maybe she thought it would hurt you less if it was slower. Maybe she thought if she still gave you small gestures here and there, you wouldn’t mind because you were still together, right? She hoped she could salvage whatever was left of this love, but she just didn’t feel that way anymore.

It was a secret written within the walls of your apartment, they knew how she wished she could love you like she did when she first saw you, how every single time you so much as glanced in her direction, her breath hitched and her knees felt weak. How she was so easily whipped for you, it was just so easy to love you.

The walls could see it though, they certainly felt it, when you no longer playfully whined as Kate wrapped her arms around your body, pulling you closer as the morning sun peered through the cracks in the curtain. When she started picking up extra shifts and starting coming home late. She wanted something different now, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was but she knew it wasn’t you.

But the walls of your apartment knew your secrets as well. They knew how you cried yourself to sleep at night when Kate was still at work, how your tears seeped through the thin sheet of your pillow case, staining the fabric of the pillow itself. They knew how you never felt good enough, that you were bursting at the seams. That when you saw Kate, your heart clenched, not in the way it used to, not with happiness and ecstasy, but instead with sadness and desperation.

Kate always showed you affection, it didn’t matter where, she loved you loudly and she loved you proudly. It was becoming clear that she didn’t quite love you like she used to and if you thought about it, maybe you didn’t love her like that either anymore. 

When Kate got home that evening, you were sitting on the sofa, head in your hands, peering at the floor through the cracks among almost closed fingers.

She had kicked off her shoes and placed them neatly by the door, a little startled to see you still awake after midnight, more so that you were waiting for her. She knew you were usually asleep by the time she got home, even on your days off you often went to sleep at the same time. You’d cook dinner and leave her plate in the fridge, she’d eat alone at the table before coming to bed, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before she slipped in behind you, in which you’d simply scrunch up your nose. She always found that charming, your stirring at the little affectionate gestures in the night. She adored that you subconsciously showed your appreciation for her, like loving her was simply stitched into your brain, in your soul.

When she looked over at you, she knew you knew. She figured your naivety was just a front and you were just as scared as she was. She entered further into the living room, you didn’t seem to notice her enter the apartment, too encased in your thoughts to focus on your surroundings, she supposed. You always did think too much, always at war with yourself. 

She cleared her throat, making her presence known. When you didn’t look up at her, she spoke softly, “I thought you’d already be asleep by the time I got home.” Her words barely rung in your ears, you slowly brought your hands away from your face, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You looked up at her, careful and hoped for her to continue. You didn’t know what to say and even if you had, you were sure your voice would betray you, showing just how fragile you were.

She walked over to the couch and sat down, leaving a bit of space between the two of you. “You feel it too, don’t you? That’s why you’re out here, waiting for me, isn’t it?” Her voice was overflowing with sadness and a little bit of longing. The question hung in the air for what felt like an eternity before you replied.

“I always thought it was going to be you, I really wanted it to be you.” your voice wavered towards the end as you choked back a sob. You knew as well as she did that there was very little left to hold on to.

“I know, I did too.” her voice was soft as she looked over at you. “At the start, we didn’t need any reasons to fall in love, we just did.” she smiled sadly and took your hand in hers. She begun tracing the lines on your palm, it was a soothing gesture for the both of you.

“Now it feels like everything is about reasons.” she continued. Your heart was slowly chipping at each word she spoke, and each word she didn’t. Just being next to her after these past few weeks made you feel like your heart was being torn apart at the seams.

You knew it was over but a part of you, the stupidest damn part of you hoped you could still mend things, that maybe you could learn to fall in love with each other again. You desperately hoped that your story wouldn’t end this way. 

“We both want different things now. We have for a while actually, but I guess by not saying it we thought we were protecting each other, trying to save something that isn’t there anymore.” you said, a lingering sadness in your words. “Some things just aren’t meant to be, no matter how much you wish they were, sometimes stories don’t have a happy ending.”

Kate looked at you and smiled, it was small and didn’t reach her eyes, you’d realized she’d been smiling like that a lot lately. Nothing was the same, neither one of you were happy and you both kept waiting for the other to say it, too afraid to break each other's hearts.

You both decided it was best to go your separate ways, it broke you to say goodbye to her, to everything you shared together but it was over, you had to let go.

You got up off the couch, leaving Kate with her thoughts, she rested her head in her hands and you took one last glance at her before you entered the bedroom you two once shared to pack up your belongings. She looked like her heart had been ripped out and stepped on.

You later emerged from the bedroom, bags in hand. Kate was still sitting on the sofa, exactly how you’d left her. She was having a war within her head and her heart, she wanted to let you go, she knew that’s what you both needed but now that it was happening, she wasn’t so sure. She wanted a do over, she needed the universe to give her a second chance with you.

“I wish you the best, Kate. I’m still rooting for you, always.” you hoped she heard you as you turned towards the door. You reached for the handle and as you did, you felt Kate grab your hand and turn you to look at her, she had tears in her eyes. 

She looked desperate, almost pleading with you to stay as she spoke softly, voice wavering at the edges, “I hope you know that in my heart I never meant to hurt you.” She rested her hands on either side of your face and placed a gentle kiss upon your forehead.

A stray tear fell down your cheek and landed within the palm of her hand, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t still love her, that you didn’t want to fall back into her arms and start over.

But, you couldn’t. She will always feel a little bit like home to you, no matter how temporary. Maybe you were only meant to be a sunrise for each other, a light to pull the other out of the darkness.

America closed the door behind her, unable to contain a deep sigh when she saw you curled up in your bed with a blanket thrown over your head. Again. You were still wearing an oversized purple sweatshirt that you had worn for days, and she was sure you hadn't moved from your spot since she last saw you in the morning. It was heartbreaking and, honestly, a little ridiculous. She walked over to you, your bed dipping as she took a seat by your feet, trying to snatch the blanket from your grasp. 

"Okay, that's enough. We need to talk," America grunted, and your grip on the blanket tightened as she failed to take the fabric from you. 

"Leave me alone, Mer," you groaned, turning on your side facing the wall. "I'm fine." 

"I've been doing that, but I'm starting to worry, cariño, you barely leave this bed." 

"It's the weekend. I should be allowed."

"It's been more than just the weekends, though," America whined as she finally freed the blanket from your grasp, pulling it completely off you and throwing it to the floor. 

Another groan escaped you, covering your face with a pillow. Your voice came out muffled as you said, "Ugh, America, it's nothing. I swear." 

"I'm not dumb, Y/N. I know this has something to do with Kate," America huffed.

You glanced at her from under the pillow, absentmindedly pulling at the strings of your sweatshirt, the faintest scent of lavender and musk lingering in the fabric the only comfort you had. 

"Why would it have anything to do with her?" 

"First off, I'm pretty sure that's Kate's," America shrugged, pointing at your sweatshirt. "You seem to be avoiding each other, and you even skipped on our last game night. Something must have happened."

You laid on your back, staring at the ceiling. Kate's words still echoed in your mind, feeling like a thorn stuck in your heart that you couldn't get out, no matter how hard you tried. You couldn't think of anything else but how Kate looked at you as she broke your heart, confirming your deepest fears that what you had truly had meant nothing to her. That sensation only heightened when you saw her across campus flirting with random chicks again a few days after, the details of her latest escapades reaching you faster than any other time before. The girls were bragging, and they wanted you to know that Kate Bishop didn't need you, as if you needed the reminder. 

You were angry with Kate's stupid fan club for treating the archer like a prize to win, an object to have fun with when they would never scratch the surface of what Kate really was. You were angry with Kate for the words she said. For hurting you and throwing your friendship into the trash without a second thought. Most importantly, you were angry with yourself for falling in love with her when you knew you would be just another name on Kate's endless list. You hated how sad the silence between you and Kate made you and how difficult it was for you to carry on with your life while Kate had gone back to her usual activities as if nothing had changed. Like the months with you never even existed. 

"We tried to coax the information out of Kate, but she wouldn't budge," America continued at your lack of response. "So what's going on, cariño? Talk to me."

You sighed, moving the pillow off your face. You sat on the bed, throwing the hood of your sweatshirt over your head, your back resting on the wall. America moved over to sit next to you, her hands finding one of yours and lacing her fingers together with yours to show her support. You sank your teeth into your bottom teeth, preparing yourself for the conversation you were about to have. 

"Kate and I had a thing going on for a few months." 

America squinted her eyes, bewildered. "A thing as in…"

"Sleeping together, yes." 

"Oh, I knew it!" America exclaimed triumphantly, startling you a bit. She grinned. “I told Yelena and she didn’t want to believe me, it was just so obvious!” The smile on her face faltered a little when she registered all of your words. "Wait. You said 'had'?" 

By the time you finished your story, your head was on her lap while America soothing scratched your scalp as she would always do when you were upset. 

You inhaled deeply, nodding your head. Despite feeling slightly guilty for sharing the story with America after promising you would keep it a secret, you told her everything, a huge weight lifting from your shoulders as you got it off your chest. America listened attentively and although she was a little scandalized that all that had happened right under her nose without her noticing, she shifted into her understanding best friend mode and kept her facial expressions to the minimum. She was only unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes when you told her about Sharon and her quarrel with Kate, unsurprisingly taking Kate’s side. 

"... Kate said we just fucked and she didn’t have to explain herself to me and I didn’t know how to respond to that so I just… left."

America grimaced. “Ouch. That had to hurt.” 

“Yeah.” 

"Can I ask you why you went with Sharon? It's genuine interest; I'm not trying to shit on your ex!" Your best friend quickly clarified when she saw the hesitation on your face. "You spent the entire week worrying about Kate, and you still ditched her to go talk to Sharon. Why?" 

"Because I'm an idiot, Mer," You replied, looking down at your fingers playing with the strings of your sweatshirt. "I thought her interest could mean something, as stupid as it sounds, and I only confirmed that part of my life is over. I'll never fall for Sharon's lies again." 

"Finally, some common sense!" America chirped, and you glared at her. "Sorry, continue." 

"And I needed Kate to know that in case she…" you trailed off, covering your face with your hands. "The whole thing was a mess because I'm such an idiot." 

America's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "In case she what?" 

"It's stupid," you mumbled. 

America gasped, pulling her hand from your hair and pushing your own off your face. "Y/N Y/L/N, do you have feelings for Kate Bishop? Is that it?" 

You chewed on your lip, looking everywhere but at America's grinning face. Your silence was all the answer she needed.

"Oh my god, you do!" She squealed. "This makes so much sense, why didn't I see this before? You wouldn't have sat through hours of boring practices if you didn't." 

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore because Kate doesn't want anything to do with me and her fan club is enjoying her so very much." You squinted your eyes, venom spewing off your every word. "And even if she did, Kate Bishop does not believe in love or romance or anything like that. It's a lost cause either way." 

America shook her head in disagreement, her fingers returning to your scalp. "I don't know, Y/N, what if she got so angry because she was jealous?" 

"America, why would Kate ever be jealous of Sharon? She could literally have anything she wanted." 

"'Cause she wants you, and you went with Sharon instead of her," America said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Maybe she has feelings for you, too." 

"That's not possible." 

"Why?" 

"Because–" You breathed out. "It just doesn't make sense. I'm just… me. I'm nothing special." 

"You did not just say that," America uttered in disbelief. "You are the most special. It amazes me how incredible you are. Anyone–and I mean it–absolutely anyone would be lucky to have you." 

"You're supposed to say that, Mer. You’re my best friend." 

"Well, let me tell you this then." America adjusted in her seat to look directly into your eyes. "The way Kate looked at you, Y/N… she'd light up whenever you walked into a room. Yelena constantly teased her about it and she would just smile. And have you seen her social media? Pictures of you, everywhere. I know she said she was just messing with the masses or whatever but come on. Hell, the fact that she was so chirpy and talkative at the ass crack of morning when she came to pick you up for breakfast?" America scoffed. "You and I both know Kate Bishop is not a morning person. If that isn't love, I don't know what that is." 

"Friendship?" 

America crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't see her taking me out for breakfast!" 

"Well, she is no longer taking me either, so…" 

America rolled her eyes. "So you're gonna do nothing? Just let it be over?" 

"What can I do? Kate was pretty clear last time we spoke. I’m sure she was just waiting for the opportunity to get back out there.” 

“So nothing I just said stuck with you?”

"Mer, as much as I'd like to believe your perfect fairytale, I have to look at the facts. And the fact is that Kate looks happy flirting and probably fucking her stupid fan club." You sighed. “I think the best thing I can do is just walk away with whatever dignity I have left. Move on. The semester is almost over, and Kate and I weren’t even that close to begin with, anyway. I’ll get over it.” 

You could see in America's eyes that she didn't believe a single word you said, but she knew better than to push it. You were stubborn, and that idea was clearly deep in your heart. She wouldn't talk you out of it. The brunette pushed you off her lap, sliding off the bed and clapping her hands. 

"You are not going to get over it sulking in this bed so let's go, I'm taking you out." 

"But Mer, I–" 

"No buts! You're gonna shower, change into something that isn't Bishop purple, and I'm gonna crack a window open because it smells rotten in here. And then we are gonna get junk food, and crash at Peter's to watch those crappy old movies he likes until you feel better, alright?" 

You smiled sadly. Even if the heartbreak was killing you, at least you wouldn't have to deal with it on your own. 

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Kate wouldn’t stop glancing at the stands. Her archery semifinals were about to start, her bow was anxiously shaking in her grasp as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the arrows strapped to her back rattling with her every move. She could see some random chicks she wasn’t even sure she knew sitting on the bottom bleachers, holding signs with her name written on them. She saw a few of her professors not far from them, which she invited out of courtesy and never really expected them to show. There were also her teammates from other sports a few wooden planks up, chatting amongst themselves while the competition started. Right up front and center, Yelena, America, Peter, and MJ were deeply enthralled in a conversation that had Yelena mindlessly shoving popcorn into her mouth with her eyes wide as saucers, and Peter and MJ giddily smiling. No sign of you. 

Kate tried to follow her own advice. Get you out of her system, cleanse her palate. She went to the first bar she stumbled upon, hit on the prettiest girl she could find, and made it to a hot and heavy make-out session with that girl in a dingy bathroom stall when it became clear she just couldn’t do it. The more she kissed the girl, the more she wanted it to be you. Kate paid the girl’s tab for wasting her time, went home, and stared at your contact name on her phone for a while. She tried for a few more nights, hoping for better luck, but the results were just the same. Kate wanted you, and she had no desire to touch anybody else. 

That didn’t stop the rumors from flying around. The girl from the bar didn’t keep their encounter quiet, and soon enough, there were far too many women claiming to have slept with Kate in the course of two weeks. The brunette didn’t care enough to disprove the rumors, especially not when she was convinced you didn’t care, and in everyone’s mind, the balance had been restored and everything was back to normal. 

But things were far from normal. Before every competition, you would hug her tightly and whisper in her ear she had nothing to worry about because she was the best. You would kiss her cheek, remind her you'd be right where she could see you, and wish her luck before walking back to your seat. None of the other girls knew what each competition meant to Kate but you did. You never told Kate she was the best because it was what the archer wanted to hear–you said it because you believed it. It was your unwavering belief in her that gave her the confidence to snatch that first place medal every time. 

Now, she didn't have that and Kate hated it with every cell in her body. 

The archer took a deep breath, the air hurting as it entered her lungs. You weren’t going to show. Kate knew that. She had repeated it to herself all morning, and yet she still could feel the disappointment settling in her chest. A part of her wanted to run to America, beg her to say you were just running late and you’d be there any second, but she couldn’t. It was over. 

"Come on, Bishop, you've done this on your own plenty of times before. You've got this." Kate said to herself, gazing at the stands one last time. "You don't need her." 

The competition started. Her team started with iffy numbers, six, sevens, and eights across the boards, but fully confident in Kate’s skills with a bow, their coach didn’t panic. Kate did, however. When it was her turn, her hands trembled a little as she lined her arrow. She breathed in and took her time to shoot, annoying whispers rising immediately. Kate Bishop was always sure, fast, and precise. She fired and her first shot resulted in an eight. 

Damn it. Kate inhaled the fresh air deeply, begging her body to relax. She took her position again, focusing on the basics. Everything she told you to do that the day she taught you to shoot. It came rushing to her–her chest pressed to your back, her chin on your shoulder as she gave you instructions, her hand on your elbow, the way you relaxed when she wrapped her fingers around yours. Kate pulled the arrow and bowstring back, focusing on the happy memory. She exhaled and released the arrow. Bullseye. The cheers were loud and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, only to disappear entirely when, out of habit, she turned to the stands and saw MJ on your usual seat instead of you. 

The rest of the competition went just the same. Kate couldn’t concentrate completely, scoring more nines than tens, and the occasional eight. She still came up with the best score, and her team moved up to the finals of the state championship, but everyone seemed concerned that the usually perfect and self-proclaimed world's greatest archer Kate Bishop couldn't score perfect numbers throughout the day. Something shook her ground, and everyone noticed. 

Kate faked a smile through all the formalities. She apologized to her team, promised to be at her best for the championship, and thanked her professors for attending the event. She walked past the girls and straight to her friends as fast as she could. Yelena, Peter, and MJ cheered and congratulated her, but the archer could see in their eyes they were just as confused as everyone else. America only eyed her curiously with a teasing smirk. 

“Come on, we’re having dinner at my place to celebrate,” Yelena announced, throwing her arm around Kate’s shoulders. “You need to relax until the big one.”

Kate stared at America, the question so clear in her eyes she didn't have to say it out loud. America knew. The brunette shrugged, giving the archer a tight-lipped smile that screamed sorry. 

Kate sighed. "Thank you, guys. I, um, need to go check on some things. But I'll catch up with you guys later, yeah?" 

"Kate, come on, it wasn't bad! You literally had the best score!" Peter was quick to reassure her. MJ instantly elbowed him in the ribs, saying I thought we weren’t going to mention it under her breath. 

Yelena glared at them both. "Yeah, you have nothing to worry about; let’s just go eat." 

"You’re absolutely going to kill it at finals; I just know it," Peter added. 

“You’re the best archer on the team.”

“The team? Best archer in the world.” 

"Guys," America interrupted their ramblings, keeping her soft chocolate gaze on Kate. "She said she'll catch up with us. Let's give her some space, okay?" 

Peter and Yelena protested, but MJ ultimately pulled them away. Yelena patted her best friend's shoulder before walking past her, and Peter gave her an awkward side hug. MJ grabbed his hand and made him follow her, giving the archer a small smile. America didn't move, and Kate looked at her once the rest was a bit far away. America smiled, extending her arms towards the archer. 

"I know I'm not her but I can give you a hug, too." 

Kate raised her eyebrows, placing her bow between her feet and letting America engulf her in a hug. Kate rested her chin on America's shoulder, blinking back tears. 

"She told you." 

America's arms tightened around her, nodding. "Yeah, she did. And for what it's worth," America pulled away, searching for Kate's blue gaze. “Y/N misses you. And I can tell you miss her, too.”

“I can’t, she wants Sharon, and I–” Kate shook her head, wiping her tears before they fell. “I can’t. It’s better this way.”

“Is it, though?” America rubbed her arm, tenderly. "Love is not a bad thing, Kate. You're allowed to want it." 

"But I don't want to want it, Mer," Kate let out with a teary laugh. "Look where it's gotten me." 

“And you’ll never know where it could take you if you don’t tell her how you feel.” America smiled. “Talk to her, get it off your chest. Trust me, you’ll feel better.”

America gave her one last hug before heading in the direction the rest had gone. 

—

With the semester ending soon, you had a small mountain of assignments to keep your mind away from how wrong it felt to skip Kate’s competition. You turned off your phone as soon as you woke up, not wanting to deal with Peter and Yelena’s guilt-tripping and insistence, which had increased in the last few days. You weren’t sure if America had told them anything, but you weren’t going to find out. You were going to focus on your degree and nothing else. You’d have all of the summer to sulk around and move on. 

By the time the sun was coming down, the words on the book pages started blurring together. You exhaled heavily through your nose, closing the book and stretching. You got up from your seat and walked to your closet, searching for something more comfortable to change into. Without even looking, you picked up a pair of sweats and the first sweatshirt you found, stripping out of your jeans and shirt when there was a loud knock on your door. You huffed, annoyed, deciding to ignore it and continue changing. Whoever was outside would have to get the hint and leave you alone. You pulled the sweatshirt over your head, the faint smell of lavender hitting your nose. Of course, you grabbed the other piece of clothing you had stolen from Kate’s closet.

"Why am I like this?" You mumbled to yourself under your breath, pulling the black and purple fabric to your nose, smelling it again. Another knock on your door, more insistent this time. "Ugh, I'm coming."  

You begrudgingly put on your sweats and walked to the door, swinging it open to shoo whoever was behind your door. Standing there, in a high ponytail and still wearing her archery suit, Kate Bishop stood right before you.  

"Hi," she said, nervously, and the bags under her eyes told you that, much like you, she hadn't slept well in days. Unlike you, probably from all the fucking around. 

She opened her mouth to say something else and without thinking about it, you slammed the door shut in her face. 

You heard Kate sigh behind the door. "Y/N." 

You shot your eyes closed. "You got the wrong door, move along. I'm sure there's one or two girls you haven't fucked down the hall." 

"Y/N, please. I need to talk to you." 

"No, I don't think you do." 

Kate rested her forehead against the door, closing her eyes, her heart in her throat. "I'm sorry, okay? Please, just let me explain." 

"There's nothing to explain, Bishop." You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and you would be damned if you shed one more tear because of her. It wasn't going to happen. "We fucked, you got bored, and moved on to the next new thing. It's what you've always done. I get it." 

"That's not at all what happened. Please, just let me–"

"No." 

"Fine," Kate said, pushing herself off the door and crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't open it." 

"I wasn't going to." 

"But I'm gonna stay right here and I won't go anywhere until you do." 

"You'll have to use the bathroom at some point." 

"I'll hold it, I don't care. I'm not leaving until I talk to you." 

No one said anything for a moment. You could see her shadow under the door, and you wondered if she actually would stay there all night. 

As if she was reading your mind, she said, "I've never turned down a challenge, you know this." 

Huffing and puffing, you decided to get it over with. You had so much to get done, maybe yelling at Kate Bishop to leave you alone was just what you needed to move on with your life and crush your finals. You opened the door slowly, and she looked at you with those damn blue eyes, the same look of determination she would save for archery glowing in her irises. You opened your mouth to tell her off when she just surged forward, grabbing your face with her large cold hands and kissing you squarely on the lips. 

It took you a moment to react. You blinked a few times, unsure of what was happening, but the pressure of her lips against yours felt so familiar and oh-so-heavenly your body relaxed, your hands finding a resting place on her hips as you closed your eyes and returned the kiss. Kate hummed in satisfaction, tilting her head a bit to the side and deepened the kiss, the urgency evident in her movements. It felt like a well-rehearsed dance only you and Kate knew the steps to, breathing life back into your body. For the first time in weeks, you felt complete. Kate only pulled away when her lungs begged her to but even then, her mouth ghosted over you, taking her time to breathe you in. 

Finally, she half-smiled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't spend another second without doing that." 

"Kate, what the–" 

"I panicked, okay? I started having all these feelings I never had before and I didn't want to deal with it so I ran away. Then Sharon said all these things that got to my head and I thought you still wanted her and I couldn't handle it. So, I just… didn’t.” Kate’s heart was beating loudly in her ears. She didn’t mean for the words to just burst out of her, but she couldn’t stop now. She needed you to know. “It wasn’t just sex, I don’t think it ever was. You are my favorite person in the world and it’s so scary, all these things you make me feel.” Her blue eyes glistened like sapphires with the tears welling up in them. "I've never wanted it, you know? To feel this way. To want someone so much that I feel like I'm gonna explode. I never wanted to give anyone the power to break me but here I am, giving it to you anyway because–" A shaky breath left her lips. "I've never wanted anything the way I want you."

Kate's gaze locked with yours. You saw different emotions in the blue of her eyes, the most prominent of all a level of adoration that made your knees tremble. Her thumb gently caressed your cheek, waiting for you to speak. You were stunned. Your heart was wildly beating in your chest, your voice stuck in your throat. Your brain was working overtime to process Kate's confession, fully convinced it was all a dream. There was no way this was true, it made no sense. It couldn't be.

"Please, say something." Fear was evident in Kate's voice. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. Maybe she was too late. Maybe she had ruined it. Maybe you never felt the same at all. 

Finally, you sighed, a smile drawing on your lips. "Kate Bishop, you're such an idiot." 

She furrowed her eyebrows, prepared for the worst, but you wrapped your arms around her, flushing your bodies together. "I don't want Sharon." You saw a glimmer of hope swimming in the stormy waters of her eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to dive in them. “That part of my life is over, it has been for a while." You pressed your forehead against hers. "I only want you." 

The archer pulled you back for another kiss that felt like coming up for air after drowning. All of the hurt and sorrow that you both had carried from that last bitter encounter instantly disappeared, finally back in the place you were meant to be. Her tongue brushed your bottom lip, asking for permission, your mouth parting open automatically at the touch. Her lips were gentle against you, moving in a slow motion, unlike any other kiss you had ever shared. It felt like the first kiss. The right kiss. 

Kate's lips attached to your jaw and down to your neck in a trail of soft kisses. A mewl of satisfaction vibrated out your throat, igniting a wildfire within the archer. Kate slammed the door closed with her foot, removing her lips from your neck and losing no time in pulling the sweatshirt off of you. Her mouth met yours in a messy kiss, your fingers finding the zipper of her suit, desperately trying to pull it down. You pouted when it got stuck midway, giving you a peek of her perfectly shaped breasts. You pulled a little harder on it and Kate chuckled, amused, helping you undo it. Your eyes immediately fell to the swell of her breasts as she slipped the purple fabric off her body, licking your lips in anticipation. 

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Really? No bra?"

"Too tight." Kate smiled, her hands returning to your waist, emanating goosebumps to raise at her gentle touch. "Comes in handy sometimes."

"Couldn't agree more," You mumbled, grabbing her face and kissing her again. She moaned at your eagerness, pulling at your pants and underwear with a swift motion. Your eyes closed and your hands fell to her shoulders, breathy whimpers leaving your throat as her mouth covered your neck in sloppy kisses. You clumsily searched for her pants, sliding your thumbs at the sides of the fabric and slipping them off, along with her underwear. You gripped at her hips and pushed her towards the bed, immediately straddling Kate. Bright blue eyes looked up at you, each of her hands falling to your thighs. 

"God, I missed you," she muttered, unleashing a rattling zoo inside your belly. She kissed your collarbones, and trailed her way to the valley of your chest, her fingers ghosting over the skin of your back to free your breasts from their restraints. "Tell me you want me again." 

You pulled at the hair tie keeping her hair up, a cascade of black curls falling onto her back. You brushed a few stray strands off her face with a gentle smile. 

"I want you, Kate, I only want you. I want you so bad." 

You kept on whispering how much you wanted her as you peppered kisses all over her face. Kate closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying your touch with a dopey grin. Your kisses traveled down to her neck, her breathing hitching when you found her sweet spot. She drew her head back, giving you access to more skin. You rolled your hips on her thigh, moaning loudly against her skin at the friction. Kate groaned, still trying to contain herself and failing miserably. 

"Lay down, Katie, let me take care of you." 

Kate barely had time to do what she was told before you took on her lips again with a newfound passion that made the archer grateful she was laying down. Painfully slowly, the brunette felt your lips travel to all the right places in her body, from her neck to her collarbone, passing by her breasts, taking her time with each one of them and increasing the frustration building up inside her with each stroke of your tongue nowhere near where she needed it most. Kate pulled on your hair and practically begged between heavy sighs and intense moans for you to direct your attention to the right place but you were enjoying watching your lover squirm under your touch in anticipation a little too much. Just as you were running your tongue through Kate's firm and well-defined abdomen, you captured Kate's hand on your own, stopping her from going directly to the place you were knowingly neglecting. 

You lifted your gaze from her abdomen, without tearing your lips from her skin, meeting furiously blown blue eyes. "Who knew you were this impatient?" 

"Y/N, I swear to God," Kate groaned. "If you don't touch me now, I'll–" 

"I'm getting there, just gotta wait a little longer." 

"Fuck, I need you, Y/N," she whimpered, feeling your fingers between her thighs but not quite where she needed them to be.

Oh, I know, baby." A small gasp left Kate when she felt your fingers exploring her folds, still ignoring her throbbing clit. "You're drenched." She grunted in desperation, pulling a bit at your hair. "Have you missed my fingers inside you, stretching you so good, Katie?" you didn't know where that came from, only that you couldn't stop. "Or did you want my mouth making you cum so hard you forget what day it is?" 

"God, yes," Kate whined and she sounded desperate, lost in a place she rarely let herself be in. She liked to be in control, in charge of when and how her pleasure took her. Never at the mercy and the teasing of someone else. But she could let go of all of it with you. "Just fuck m–" 

Kate stopped mid-sentence as soon as she felt not only your tongue but your fingers on her begging core, giving her more attention than she expected. A stream of profanities found its way out of Kate's mouth, euphoria coursing through every inch of her body. Her hips picked up a pace of their own as you pumped your fingers faster, curling them inside, thoroughly enjoying every reaction you received with every flick of your tongue. 

"Oh, you taste so good, baby," You muttered with your mouth still toying with her sensitive bud, making her whine. "Bet none of the others ever got you like this, dripping all over, huh?"

Your question surprised both of you, but it surprised you even more how fast she answered. "No, baby, only you. This is all for you." 

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna take such good care of you. I always have, haven't I?" 

Kate couldn't even think of any words to answer you and you were not expecting her to. Unlike all of her stupid one-night stands, you had taken your time memorizing every inch of Kate's body, and your knowledge of what made her tick ran so deep you didn't need much time to push her over the edge. Even when every bit of Kate's legs was twitching and trembling uncontrollably, you kept her full attention on Kate's center, greedily collecting every drop coming out of her with your tongue. Kate felt in another dimension, completely over the moon. When the contact started feeling like too much, she pulled at your hair and moved you away from her core. You kissed your way up her body, leaving small purple marks in the shape of your mouth under her breasts and over the skin of her collarbones. Her chest rose and fell with her hitched breathing, still whimpering softly as she came down from her high. Blue waves of ocean locked into your gaze, pulling you towards her mouth in a bruising kiss immediately after, letting her taste herself on your lips. As things slowed down, the kiss turned achingly sweet and steady, the kind of kiss that felt like comfort and safety and filled up your stomach with butterflies as if you were a teenager in love.

“I’m gonna need you to be gentle with me,” Kate whispered when the kiss broke away naturally, her nose bumping with yours. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

"Um, I'm pretty sure you do. I’ve done it with you a few times, actually. Enjoyed it, even."

"No, not that," Kate chuckled. "I mean…" Her eyes met yours again. "This. You and me. I've never–" she trailed off, a deep blush tinting her cheeks. 

You grinned, swiping your thumb over the pink hue. "You’re doing pretty well so far, Katie. And we don't have to call it anything if you don't want to." 

"No, no, I do. I just–I don't kn–I don't–" 

You stopped her stuttering by kissing her gently, your heart feeling warm and full. "Kate Bishop, do you want to be my girlfriend?" 

Kate beamed, her grin matched yours. "I want nothing more." 

—

You were on the edge of your seat, gripping Yelena's and America's hands with all your strength as you watched Kate prepare for her last shot for her final competition. Peter and MJ held onto each other anxiously. The competition had been tied up to the last minute when the best shooter from the other team scored a 9 with his final shot. If Kate got a 10, it was over. Your school's team would be state champions again. 

Kate took her position, the picture of concentration. Even from the bleachers, you could see the little smirk on her face. She had been perfect for every set–this wouldn't be the exception. In a split second, she looked your way and winked, before releasing her arrow. 

You and your friends jumped from your seats, the cheers immediately erupting as soon as her arrow landed perfectly on the bullseye of the target board. Kate's team ran to her, making her laugh as they lifted her over their shoulders and chanted her last name. Yelena threw her arm around your shoulders, and America wrapped her arm around your waist. 

"Three-time state champion. She's going to be unbearable." Yelena said, her smile refuting the annoyance in her voice. 

"We must destroy her next game night," America said, playful determination in her tone. "We must not let it get to her head." 

"MJ is vicious at UNO." Peter pointed out, looking at his girlfriend with a smile. "She could totally take Kate down." 

"And Pete has gotten so much better at Battleship," MJ added. "We have options." 

"Hey, watch it." You warned them with a smirk. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about." 

"And your point is?" Yelena laughed. "We still need to humble her." 

"Here she comes!" 

Everyone cheered, a grin overtaking Kate's face as she trotted towards you with a gold medal around her neck. You squealed, running to meet her halfway and immediately jumping into her arms. Kate cackled with difficulty when your body collided with hers, placing her arms under your legs as you wrapped them around her waist. You grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her, ignoring the teasing laughter and loud gagging sounds coming from your friends. 

"You did it, baby!" You cheered after the kiss, pressing your forehead to hers. "I'm so proud of you." 

"We did it," She beamed, looking at you adoringly. "I wouldn't have done it without you, my love. This medal is yours." 

You gasped. "Just the medal?" 

Kate rolled her eyes, playfully, her smile never wavering. "I am yours, baby girl, always."

"That's what I like to hear." You giggled, pecking her lips again. "I love you." 

"And I love you." 

"Ugh, can we go back to when it was a secret?" You heard Yelena say with a whine, making you both turn to her. "I don't know how much more I can take." 

"For real! I knew Y/N was all lovey-dovey but you, Kate? Who knew you were this gross?" America asked, scrunching up her nose. 

"I think it's cute," MJ said, watching you chuckle while Kate put you down, throwing her arm around your shoulders right after. 

"Believe me, it took me by surprise, too," you said, snaking your arms around her waist. "I'm not complaining, though." 

"What can I say?" Kate shrugged, kissing your cheek. "That's just the effect you got on me, baby girl." 

"Ugh, that was terrible, Kate Bishop," Yelena groaned, visibly cringing. "Even Peter here wouldn't say that, and he's pretty bad, too!" 

"Hey, I'm not!" Peter whined, looking at MJ with furrowed eyebrows. "Am I?" 

Everyone burst out laughing, already on the way to celebrate at Kate’s apartment, your heart ready to burst with happiness, as it had for the last few weeks. Kate interlocked her fingers with yours, immediately launching into a long recount of her every thought during the competition, adding emphasis to her story using her free hand. Her eyes glimmered, her smile beamed and you could have listened to her talk forever. You hoped with all of your heart that you would.