“This Would Be A Cool Way To Die”

This came as a shock to most everyone, with the obvious exception of Alexei who was already plotting every which way this would be his claim to fame. Then there was Bob. Though you and the whole team went through the traumatizing task of rescuing Bob from his own undoing, he didn’t remember a lick of what happened. It was only natural that he was standing on the sidelines cheering everyone on.

You felt paralyzed in the spotlight of cameras and microphones being shoved in everyone’s direction. The one person who was left unphased was Yelena. She wore a stoic expression, almost in awe of how everything played out. There was also something more. There was calculated action going on within her.

That’s when she stepped forward. With her chest held high, she creeped towards Val whose fake smile and joy never faltered as she acted for the crowd. Yelena leaned in until her hot breath was against Val’s ear.

“We own you now,” she whispered so cocky that you could practically see her face as she said it. She stepped back, satisfied with herself and the reaction she got out of Val.

You, Ava, and John were expressionless, not knowing exactly how to feel. There was a sense of hope that creeped up in the back of your mind. Maybe things would change for the better and people wouldn’t see you as much of a threat any longer.

Before you could stop him, Alexei cleared his throat and swaggered to the podium. He took the microphone out of Val’s grip, swiping it from her and claiming it as his own.

“I am the Red Guardian!” he shouted. Like most things, he didn’t get the reaction that he wanted. The crowd had gone silent faster than he could finish his sentence. You could practically hear a pin drop. “I know you are all so happy about my return to the spotlight.” More silence. “It is the highest honor to be leader for the Thund- I mean New Avengers!”

He gestured behind him, showing all of you off as if he was gaining ownership instead. You heard Ava scoff at the blatant lie and John grumbled under his breath. Leader my ass

“Alright, that’s enough,” Yelena said while grabbing Alexei by the shoulders and shoving him out of the way.

“We will be back!” Alexei shouted as he was dragged away. The noisy crowd of reporters sprung back into action the second all of you tried your best to leave. There were a million voices overlapping at once, making it hard to concentrate. It was hard to quiet the noise when everything was so loud.

Eventually the talking died down with every step away you made. You were able to survey the damage all of you created and you cringed. Now you understand why the Avengers were hated by so many. Sometimes the damage to be saved is far more excruciating than leaving things up to chance.

“Well, I think that went just swimmingly,” Val said with a satisfying sigh.

“Cut the shit, Val,” Yelena seethed, yanking Val by her arm towards the watchtower.

“I don’t see why you’re complaining here, Yelena. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?” You all looked at Yelena with curious expressions. “Tired of doing ‘bad guy’ gigs, but here you are protesting what you wanted all along. I made this happen for you.”

Yelena was standing across from you and you could see the fire behind her eyes beginning to build. She was going to do something she would regret. Maybe Val deserves it.

Yelena stepped forward to make a move, but she was stopped by an outside force. Her body seemed to relax and the fire was extinguished. She looked at you and frowned. It was your natural instinct to intervene.

“Stop doing that shit, y/n!” Yelena said.

“I’m sorry, it’s a habit!”

You couldn’t help the fact that you saw Yelena in a fight or flight position and tried to help without question. You slowed her pulse to a respectable rhythm; just enough to eliminate conflict but still excitable. Some may think it's a curse, but it’s a blessing in your eyes.

Yelena rushed towards the watchtower while the rest of you followed. Val tried to go unnoticed by staying back behind the group, but it was a lost cause. Bucky locked his hand around Val’s wrist and dragged her along with the rest of you.

“Leaving so soon?” Ava asked Val.

“Oh, you know, just lots of work to do!”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re coming with us,” Bucky added.

Everyone walked into the tower and headed towards the elevator. There was just enough room for everyone to be uncomfortably piled inside. All except for one.

“Uhm, are you guys sure it’s safe for me t…to come with you?” Bob asked.

“Don’t be silly, of course,” you reassured him while scooting over to the best of your ability. Bob crammed in with the rest of you. You were sure it was a sight to see, almost as if you were stacked inside a clown car.

You rode this way all the way up the elevator. You avoided the main area that was in need of repairs after your fight. One floor below that was another common area that seemed more fitting for gathering. A kitchen along with chairs dispersed and a couple couches were intentionally placed.

Bucky slammed Val into the closest chair and the rest of you surrounded her so there was no chance of escaping. She would be stupid to try and escape with the consequences of her own actions fighting against her now.

“There’s really no need for all of this,” Val chuckled in her usual high and mighty tone. “Do you realize how sweet of a deal you’re getting cut here?”

“At what cost?” John asked.

“At what cost, you say? That’s the thing, there is no cost. Really, I’m doing this out of the generosity in my heart.”

All of you laughed with each other.

“That was a really good one,” Yelena said.

Ava laughed. “I was almost convinced.”

John stepped forward towards Val, leaning down and getting close to her face. “We’re not going to be your little puppets that you get to use however you please.”

“Don’t you get it? That’s all you’ve ever been. To me, to anyone that’s ever ‘believed’ in you.”

She knew that would cut deep for each of you. Your rag-tag group had been used and disposed of plenty of times. It was salt in the wound to say the least.

“Fuck you,” you almost whispered.

John backed off a bit, figuring out how to work his angle. “Well it’s our turn now,” he said. “Whatever we say goes.”

“That little stunt you pulled in front of everyone was a mistake, and I meant what I said,” Yelena chimed in. “The only way you’re going to get what you want is if you listen to us.”

Val scoffed. “And why should I do that?”

“You’re forgetting one thing,” Yelena smirked while pacing a little in front of Val. “We have all worked for you and under you. We know all your secrets because we are the secrets. We may be disposable, but you just upgraded us to the most valuable in a matter of hours.”

Val’s face turned a nasty shade of red with every word Yelena muttered.

“So, that’s why you are going to listen to us. If not, we can change that very quickly,” Yelena said with the most sly smile that resembled a fox. She was enjoying this too much, just like everyone else.

Alexei stood behind Yelena with his arms crossed and head nodding as she spoke. It was easy to tell that Alexei was the most excited over this arrangement.

Val smiled. “You may think that you’re prepared for what’s out there, but you’re wrong.”

“We’re not prepared, not even a little bit. That’s why we have you,” Yelena said.

“What do you suppose you’re going to do with this one over there?” Val pointed to Bob tucked away behind the group. “He’s the one that caused all this, what do you think everyone is going to do the minute he steps out with you?”

You all looked at Bob who looked as if he wanted to crawl into a hole. Val did make a valid point. Bob wouldn’t be able to be seen with the rest of you without protest. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you wanted that either. What if things went wrong again and Bob turned against himself?

“So what?” Yelena said to your surprise. “He’s one of us. If he can’t be seen with us then we won’t be seen at all.”

“Don’t be hasty now,” Alexei interjected.

“You’re probably right. I don’t want to implode again and cause everything to go dark,” Bob said. “I like you guys, I do, but I’m not the hero you think I am.”

“Well I’m glad you came to your senses, Robert,” Val said, relieved. She went to stand up but her request was denied.

“Did I say you could get up?” Yelena snapped. “Stay!”

Yelena turned around to face everyone. You all looked to her for guidance now and she was trying to fill that role for each of you.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

“Well she clearly isn’t going to tell the press anything without ruining her reputation,” Ava said.

“It is time to do the blackmail back.” Alexei grinned and cracked his knuckles.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it,” Bucky sighed. “I’ve done this before to a certain extent. We need supplies and accommodations if we’re really going to do this. I’m talking about crew and backup, weaponry, a base, and extensive planning. It isn’t going to be easy.”

The room was quiet, the only sound was Alexei’s suit rubbing against itself as he leaned in and whispered. “So does that mean I get new suit?”

“Is that really all you are thinking about right now!” Yelena whispered back.

“It really smells… and my helmet smells like rotten.”

“Is that what that is?” Ava asked.

“I mean if we’re talking specifics here, I clearly need a new shield.”

They all spoke over one another at a growing volume until Bucky interrupted. “Is this really important right now!”

“Kind of…” Alexei whispered.

“I don’t think you guys understand the gravity of this situation. It’s all fun and games until something goes wrong. All eyes are on us until further notice. Everyone will be watching our every move.”

There was a brief moment of silence to take it all in. Being a so-called superhero seems thrilling at a glance until you make one wrong move. Even something as simple as saving one person can cause you to lose hundreds more in its path. You had no choice but to live in the limelight now.

“Bucky’s right,” you say. “The only way we’re going to be able to do this right is with help and relying on each other. We were set up for failure the moment we were created, but we can change that. I… want to change that.”

Everyone turned to face an uninterested Val once again. “Those are our demands… more or less,” Bucky said.

“Oh, is that all?” Val asked sarcastically.

“You did this to yourself Valentina,” Yelena said. “Now you have to suffer the consequences.”

John laughed, more so to himself than anything. “We are going to make your life a living hell.”

Val looked at everyone, taking time to study each of you. “I’ll have what you need by the end of the week, but no promises.”

“No, you will have what we need,” Yelena demanded, “or else this,” she gestured to each of you, “won’t happen for you.”

“And what will you do then?” Ava dragged out her words.

“You’re nothing without us,” you finished.

Val seemed to choke back what looked like fear. “We’ll see about that.”

You all let her go the same way you came. Her heels clacked against the fresh flooring all the way to the elevator. She left with a ding and never looked back. All that was left was a helpless looking group of heroes that didn’t sign up for what was to come.

“I think that went really well!” Alexei said.

“What do we do now?” Ava asked.

“We wait,” Yelena answered.

“And plan,” Bucky added.

“And plan,” Yelena copied.

“We don’t have anything here, where are we supposed to go?” you asked.

“We stay. We set up here and plan for what’s next.” Yelena side eyed you. You weren’t sure where you and the assassin got off on the wrong foot but you hoped it would pass. The only way you would be able to make it out of this one is together.

She walked away to another part of the room exploring and others followed her initiative. You stood in place and Ava came over to you.

“She thinks you’re unpredictable,” she said.

“How do you know?”

Ava shrugged with her arms crossed. “I can feel it. You’re powerful and fickle, which makes people scared. People don’t like the unknown. It’s like they said, one wrong move and it’s over.”

She walked away now to join the others, leaving you with heavy information to digest. You knew that your powers could be unpredictable, and if provoked, you could easily become overpowered or do something you would regret.

Like usual you had come to find out, Bob stood away from the rest of the group. He stood near the window, looking down on the partially destroyed city. You walked over to join him.

“I guess we need to form some sort of club,” you said with a sigh. “‘The Outcast Avengers’ or something. Apparently we’re an unstable pair.”

Bob scoffed. “In that case, I must be the founding member.”

“Most definitely,” you laughed. “What are you going to do?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe I can be like head of communications.”

You laughed. “But isn’t that so degrading?”

“Not to me,” Bob shook his head. “I want to help any way I can and if staying back and helping behind the scenes is the only way I can do it, I will. I want to help.”

“That’s really brave of you, Bob. We’ll take any help we can get I’m sure.”

You both stared out the window as medical helicopters flew past and the sounds of sirens wailing down below echoed up to the tower. You sighed the first of many to come in the near future.

“We’re definitely in way over our heads,” Bob said. You let the words linger in the air longer before responding.

“Totally and completely. Let’s hope we don’t drown.”

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SKILLS

╰┈➤ MASTER OF HAND TO HAND COMBAT

╰┈➤ APPOINTED WATCHTOWER CHEF

╰┈➤ STEALTH

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BUCKY BARNES ✪

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╰┈➤ MOST RATIONAL

╰┈➤ GREATEST PHYSICAL STRENGTH

╰┈➤ BEST PLANNER

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ROBERT REYNOLDS ⚡︎

SKILLS

╰┈➤ LOYALTY

╰┈➤ HOUSEKEEPING

╰┈➤ UNLEASHES HAVOC AND INFINITE TRAUMA ROOMS WHEN PROVOKED

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AVA STARR ☁︎

SKILLS

╰┈➤ PHASING THROUGH OBJECTS FROM QUANTUM ENERGY

╰┈➤ EXPERT IN SARCASM

╰┈➤ FREE SPIRITED

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JOHN WALKER ⍟

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╰┈➤ SUPER SOLDIER STRENGTH

╰┈➤ PROFESSIONAL ASSHOLE

╰┈➤ QUICK THINKER

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ALEXEI SHOSTAKOV ⎊

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╰┈➤ MOST EXPERIENCED

╰┈➤ GETAWAY DRIVER

╰┈➤ CERTIFIED IN DAD JOKES

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Though it was New York City and there were hundreds of people surrounding you at all times, it felt different. You looked around the cafe first, trying to pick up on any odd behavior. You looked across the other street corner where a different restaurant resided and saw a woman outside.

She was dressed in all black and wore sunglasses to shade her eyes from the heat. Even with her glasses, she was unmistakably staring straight at you. She locked eyes in your direction as she blew out a puff of smoke.

This wasn’t the first time you had seen the woman, but it was the first time she had been so forward. Maybe it was the sun making everyone act up, but you could feel her connection from across the street.

You tried to refocus yourself from the distraction, opening your book back up and reading where you left off. It was easy to get back in the swing for a few moments, but that was until a voice made you sit up.

“Good book?”

You looked up to see the woman in black standing in front of you. Not only was she much more attractive up close, but she had a strong accent that made your heart beat a little faster.

“Uhm, yeah, so far. I just started it.”

She nodded smugly. “Good because the second is even better.” You couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape from your mouth. “Mind if I sit?”

The right words couldn’t find you, so you gestured to the seat across from you, instructing her to sit down. She did so quickly, sitting and crossing her legs before pulling her sunglasses up on top of her head.

“I’m Yelena, and you are?”

Her confidence unsteadied you. It was not so often that you felt so strongly towards someone so quickly, which made your impending conversation more nerve wracking.

“I’m y/n.”

Yelena nodded while studying you. It was as if she was taking note of every small feature that you showcased. She was mentally writing everything down so she didn’t forget.

“Do you live around here?” she asked.

“Yeah, I live in the area. What about you?”

“Sometimes,” she smirked. You weren’t exactly sure how to interpret her response since she wasn’t giving you much to go off of. “What are you doing here all by yourself on a day like today?”

“A day like today?”

“The sun is out and everyone is with someone.”

“Must be something in the air, but I could say the same about you,” you smirked.

Yelena crossed her arms and smiled. “Fair enough. I guess that means I get to be your somebody today.”

Luckily, the heat warmed your cheeks enough to where Yelena couldn’t tell what was heat or embarrassment. “Seems like it.”

You were fully convinced that the weather had completely messed with your sense of reason as you began to have filthy thoughts over a woman you had just met. Though that wasn’t fully true. You had seen the woman before— several times actually. This was only the first time you had seen her up close and personal.

The idea that Yelena had also seen you from afar multiple times was thrilling. There was a familiarity to Yelena that made you just comfortable enough to ask her a very forward question.

“If you’re not doing anything, care for a drink? My place is a few blocks away.”

Yelena smirked as if she had been waiting for you to pop the question. “Sounds perfect.”

The walk went quickly with someone else by your side, especially when it was Yelena’s banter that kept you preoccupied. The sound of her voice was drowned out occasionally by your own thoughts, flashing in your mind like manifestations for the future.

You both made it to your apartment building in no time, climbing up the stairs before reaching your door. You fumbled awkwardly with your keys while Yelena stood behind you, looking back and forth down the hallway. The door opened with a squeak as you held it open for Yelena. She walked through before you shut the door behind you and locked it.

“You can put your things down here if you would-”

Before you could fully close the door, Yelena did the honors by slamming your back against it. Yelena dropped her things to the floor before grabbing your face and recklessly kissing you.

You couldn’t say you were completely surprised. Yelena had been making eyes at you from across the table, but you didn’t expect things to escalate this quickly.

Your body shivered from the feeling of her cold rings gliding across your skin. There wasn’t a place that was untouched by her hands.

In this short time you quickly understood Yelena’s force. She led with passion and power, which seemed to translate into every part of her life. Her grip on your hips could have made you wince in pain if it wasn’t for how aroused you were.

You almost lost your breath when Yelena kicked your foot off to the side to gain more access between your legs. Without missing a beat, her toned thigh shoved its way between your legs and upwards, pressing against your center.

You were having a hard time keeping your composure and Yelena could see that. “Come on, I know you want to,” she whispered.

Her words were dripping with dominance. You knew she wanted to see you whining and begging for it.

You did exactly as she wanted. You let yourself go, grinding your hips against her leg and silently begging for more friction. One of her hands situated itself on the curve of your lower back, guiding your movements.

“That’s it, just like that,” she spoke.

Your head hit the door with a thud from the force of it being sent back. Your chest was rising and falling at an increasing rate, and even more so as Yelena began unbuttoning your blouse one by one. She tore it open and sank her teeth into the soft flesh beneath it.

She kissed and licked above the lace that covered your breasts. You so desperately wanted everything off of you, but Yelena was more than content to have her way with you against the front door.

You tried to indicate your impatience by pulling away and leading her towards your bedroom, but Yelena was frozen in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yelena said through gritted teeth.

“I thought things might be…easier in the bedroom?” you spoke while catching your breath.

“Oh, baby,” she said in such a way that sounded both condescending and enduring. “There’s nothing that can be done in there that I can’t do right here.”

You let a breathless chuckle slip before trying everything you could at matching her level. “I can think of one thing,” you smirked.

She finally got the hint and led the two of you into the bedroom while each of you stripped down to almost nothing. There were brief moments in which your lips disconnected, but you stayed flush against each other.

The back of your knees hit the bed quickly causing you to gracefully fall onto the bed. You reached for your bedside drawer, throwing the contents from inside towards Yelena. She made quick work of sliding the garment on while you adjusted yourself on the bed.

Yelena towered over you, staring down at your bare frame as if she had no shame in the gesture. Your face reddened the longer she stared and you slowly started to close your legs to try and hide some part of you that you could.

Yelena forced your leg outward without hesitation. “No,” she said, almost like a command. “Do you know how long I have been waiting to take you like this?”

A shiver ran down your spine, turning your skin cold and your brain fuzzy. You never thought there was a moment that Yelena had actually been paying attention to the distant looks from across the street. And you never thought in a million lifetimes this moment would be something that the woman would crave.

Before you could question any further, you reached for Yelena’s face and pulled her in close. You couldn’t wait another minute without so much as a small touch from her.

You tugged on her short hair, creating small whimpers that traveled from Yelena to your mouth. Coffee and tobacco had never tasted so good as the flavor lingered on Yelena’s tongue.

With every movement Yelena made, the tip of the strap kissed your cunt teasingly. She made it so hard to wait patiently when everything she was doing made your body react in the best ways.

Yelena kissed you harder and longer as a diversion to slowly sink the strap into you when you least expected it. You grabbed her shoulders suddenly and moaned at the feeling of taking all of her in. Yelena leaned farther over you to gain better access, which you used to your advantage. Your teeth grazed the curve of her neck and with every movement you bit down on Yelena’s skin.

You could taste the expensive cologne that coated her skin and blended so perfectly with her natural scent. She was practically a drug you found yourself lost in with each passing moment.

Yelena’s hips moved faster now, moving in and out of you with precision. Your hands traveled from her shoulders to her lower back. You placed your hands on Yelena’s ass, pushing her forward each time. While touching her you must have lost consciousness of yourself, your legs absentmindedly closing.

Yelena stopped, leaving you whining. That was nothing compared to the sight of Yelena using her knees to stretch your legs further apart. “What did I say about closing those pretty legs of yours, hmm?”

You would do anything to appease Yelena in these fleeting moments. You gave yourself to her so she could use you however she pleased.

Your legs were opened as wide as they could be while Yelena buried the strap deeper inside your pussy. You were a moaning mess, not caring if anyone heard the pleasure Yelena gave you.

Yelena’s hands were gripped so tight to your hips that you were sure to find bruises by morning. You didn’t care in the slightest, you even liked it. It would be a reminder that she was real and that the moment in fact happened outside of a dream.

She had a way of making you feel so damn beautiful while she was destroying you beyond comparison. Maybe it was the way her touch was rough with deep intention behind it— or it might even be the way she looked like a fallen angel on earth with the drippings of lust running down her forehead to bleed into her smudged eye makeup.

You had a burst of confidence. A moment of courage that reared its ugly head to prove something.

When Yelena loosened her grip only slightly, you used your strength to flatten Yelena out onto the bed while you straddled her without disconnecting. Her mouth was slightly agape in surprise at your finesse.

Her reaction gave you the drive you needed to keep going for her. You leaned forward, steadying yourself by grabbing onto the headboard. You moved your hips at an easy pace, one that wouldn’t allow you to finish as quickly since you predicted that Yelena would want power over that choice.

Yelena met you in the middle where she wrapped her arms around your back, pulling you flush against her. She kissed your neck while her hot breath set your skin alight. One of her hands pressed on your lower back, forcing your hips to move. Between the angle of your hips on Yelena’s hitting your most sensitive spots and her lips, you couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped from you now.

While you were fully bare, Yelena was still covered on top by a dark green vest that bore many pockets. Feeling that it was a bit unfair and a disgrace that Yelena was still clothed, you tried to sneak the vest off, pulling on the zipper quietly. When you got to the bottom, Yelena grabbed your hand, catching you in the act.

“If you’re going to act like a slut, I will gladly treat you like one,” Yelena grumbled. She quickly lived up to her expectations.

She dropped your hand before forcefully clutching your neck in her own hand. Yelena lightly choked you while guiding you to continue your relentless actions around her strap. You didn’t care how you received it, you just wanted Yelena’s touch to be never ending.

You bounced on her strap while it was becoming harder and harder to keep your orgasm suppressed. Heinous noises filled the room just as much as the smell of arousal.

The hand around your neck relaxed, but she wasn’t done. Her finger laced into your hair starting from the base of your head and extending down to the midsection of your hair. You gasped and whimpered when she twisted your hair and yanked down to expose your body to her.

“I bet you like it when I do that, baby,” she whispered. “You want me to use you however I wish, don’t you?”

You would have nodded if it weren’t for the fight grip she had on your hair that prevented you from moving your head. Whatever you did, you didn’t stop the movements of your hips. You wanted Yelena too badly.

Yelena began marking you wherever she could. To be honest, you didn’t know why it took her so long since you had been silently begging her for it the entire time.

Your chest was tattooed in pink and purple marks. You didn’t dare try to defy what Yelena wanted, even if you would pay for the fun later.

She also seemed to make it her mission to avoid the sensitivity of your nipples, somehow making it even hotter. You took it into your own hands, literally combing through her hair and guiding her head closer to your chest, but she seemed to resist your internal begging.

“Yelena…” you dared to speak.

You could feel her body become more rigid after muttering her name. “Say it again.”

You seemed to find her weakness. The use of her name caused her to abandon all means of resistance. Her lips and teeth found your nipples quickly after. She so delicately flicked your nipple with her tongue, teasing you while your body twitched in pleasure.

She sucked harder, taking you into her mouth. She licked back and forth, causing your body and voice to have a reaction.

“Fuck, Yelena!”

“Again,” she whispered.

She laid back now against the bed and watched you. She was the painter and you were her masterpiece that was finally coming together.

You leaned back and rested your hands on each of Yelena’s thighs, giving her the perfect view of you. You didn’t care how desperate you looked, you moved your hips recklessly, shifting back and forth and up and down.

“Yelena,” you continued to say, gaining volume with every word evoked.

When you were at your loudest, Yelena’s hand found your soaked clit. She knew well enough that you were close to your breaking point, so she helped you along.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Do you want to cum, baby?” Though your head was thrown back, you nodded fiercely. “What was that, I can’t hear you?”

“Yes, please,” you whispered.

“You’re going to have to be louder for me.”

“Please!”

Yelena rubbed your clit faster while her other hand pinched at your nipple. You took this as her way of allowing you to come undone.

Your body twitched and convulsed as you reached your climax around Yelena’s strap and fingers. You came with Yelena’s name on your tongue, just how she liked it.

Yelena didn’t stop touching you until you physically couldn’t stand the touch anymore, moving her hands away from you. You clumsily removed yourself from Yelena’s strap, falling down on the bed beside her.

The room seemed to be spinning as well as your thoughts. The best sex you ever had was with the woman you had been spying on for months. You did have one peculiar question to ask.

“What’s with the vest anyway?” You had seen her wear it either on top of or secretly under her garments.

“It’s complicated,” she sighed.

You sat in comfortable silence for several moments. You, as well as Yelena, needed to process the result of a pent up crush you each had for months— if you could even call it a crush.

“So,” Yelena broke the silence, “want to grab dinner some time?”

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The guy in question shook his head slowly, clearly unenthused with your lost puppy act. You hated how codependent you became in situations like this, but you couldn’t stand to be by yourself, especially not in this environment.

You started to become a bit frantic, pushing through the crowd and scanning the room for any sign of your people. You backed away, hoping to find them the other way. That was until you were abruptly stopped in your tracks, bumping into something quite hard.

“Shit!” you heard a voice behind you say.

You whipped around and saw a tall brunette woman standing in front of you. She was wearing loose fitting jeans and a purple top that swooped low between her breasts while also leaving enough room for her stomach to peek out. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and her makeup was light. You could see now the dark liquid that was spilled down her front.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going, are you alright?” you quickly explained.

“I’m all good I promise, no harm done,” the woman smiled.

You couldn’t deny the fact that this woman was extremely attractive. Though the situation was unfortunate, you were almost happy about your clumsy mistake. You decided to go out on a limb.

“Can I buy you a drink, for your troubles… it’s the least I can do?”

The girl pondered for a moment. “I think I can manage that.”

You both made your way over to the bar where you requested another drink for yourself, as well as whatever your new friend wanted. There were empty seats near the end where you and the girl sat down.

“Thanks for the drink…” the woman said, ending the phrase hanging in place of a name she didn’t have.

“Y/n,” you stated.

“Y/n… I’m Kate by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Kate. I’m really sorry about your clothes again.”

“I promise it’s no big deal. To tell you the truth, these aren’t even mine,” she whispered.

“I’m not going to lie, that doesn’t make me feel any better,” you laughed.

“Eh, it’s alright. Not really my style anyway,” she said. “You live around here?”

“Yeah, I actually go to school around here.”

“Oh me too! What school?”

“NYU, what about you?”

“Same! How have we never run into each other? What am I saying, the campus is huge.”

You chuckled. “We probably just have different circles. I’m majoring in marketing.”

“I’m a business major,” she said. “I guess that checks out. Are you involved in any groups or clubs?”

“Not really, I just do photography on the side.”

“Oh that’s pretty cool! You’ll have to show me some of your stuff some time.” Her offer was extremely tempting and you definitely wouldn’t complain if you had to see her again.

“What about you, are you involved in anything?”

“I’m actually captain of the archery team,” she said proudly.

“Wow,” you smirked. “I definitely didn’t peg that on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she smiled.

“Nothing bad, I’m just surprised is all. I just didn’t see you doing archery of all things.”

She took a sip of her drink. “Well I happen to be full of surprises, thank you very much.”

“I would love for you to enlighten me.” You were flirting now. You didn’t know nearly enough about her to fully commit, but there was no way you didn’t want to test the waters.

“First off, I’m the one who destroyed the bell tower at the end of last semester.”

“No way! That cost the school SO much money!” you laughed.

“Believe me, I’ll never hear the end of it,” she laughed as well, placing her hand on top of yours.

You looked down at her warm fingers that grazed yours so delicately while she laughed. Certainly she didn’t mean to do the gesture, but she also made no effort to remove her hand.

“What about you? Any surprises I should know about?” She removed her hand now, not making any indication that the event even happened.

“You remember the rumor that went around about Professor Connell sleeping with a freshman?”

“Of course.”

“Yeah, that was about me. It was entirely untrue and I’ve still yet to figure out who started it. I don’t even like men, that’s the best part,” you laughed.

Kate chuckled. “Hey, that kind of shit happens all the time. There’s been plenty of things said about me, so you’re not alone.”

You couldn’t get over the playful look on her face the entire time you were near her. The way her eyelids rested hazily above her eyes as they stared into yours, even if alcohol was an influence. Or the way she seemed to get closer to you with every word. Or the way you checked occasionally to see her hand resting suspiciously close to yours as the conversation continued.

“Oh! I should put my number in your phone so we can hang out sometime!” Kate exclaimed.

You wasted no time digging in your bag to find your phone to hand over to Kate. She was quick and typed with a smile that you could see illuminated from your phone brightness. She handed it back to you and you looked down at your phone. Her contact name read “world’s greatest archer💜.”

“Now you’ll never forget who it is,” Kate smirked.

“I don’t think I could forget even if I tried.” There were no truer words to be spoken. You smiled back at Kate before jumping out of your skin by the yelling behind you.

“Heyyyy!” Yelena said in a sing-song voice while shaking you by your shoulders. “We have been looking everywhere for you.”

“Apparently not very hard.”

“Oh come on babe, it’s a big place give us a break,” Valkyrie pouted.

“I see you bunch have had a blast while I’ve been gone,” you shook your head.

“So have you,” Nat smirked in Kate’s direction.

You looked back at her. “Uhm, guys this is Kate. Kate, this is Yelena, Valkyrie, and Natasha.”

Valkyrie shoved her hand in front of Kate, extending it in hopes that Kate would set hers atop, in which she was successful. “You can call me anything you’d like.” Valkyrie’s lips made contact with Kate’s knuckles, making her blush.

“Okay, that’s enough!” you panicked. Valkyrie stood firm in her position, one that was only broken when you pulled their hands apart.

“I was just trying to be kind to our guest,” Valkyrie said plainly and rolled her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to Kate.

She laughed. “Don’t be, I like them. I like your vest, blondie.”

“You do?” Yelena gasped, then came closer to Kate to pinch her cheek. “Can we please keep her?”

“No, no, stop that.” You swatted Yelena’s hands away from Kate. “I think it’s time we all go home, yeah?”

“But I was having such a good time,” Yelena whined.

“Well… then why don’t we take this party home?”

Yelena and Valkyrie smirked in each other’s direction. “I’m not opposed, but only if that one comes with,” Valkyrie said demandingly while pointing at Kate.

Kate laughed nervously. “While that sounds like loads of fun, I should probably find my ride too. It’s getting late.”

Your spirit faded and it felt like you had been shot. All night Kate hadn’t mentioned someone else, but now around your friends her attitude seemed to change and there was someone else?

As if it was perfect timing, a tall guy around your age came up behind Kate and swooped his arms around her waist. She jumped and turned around to see him wrapped around her.

“Dylan!” Kate awkwardly yelled. She removed his hands quickly and looked around nervously. “I was just coming to find you. I’m ready to leave.”

She grabbed her things as she stood up from the stool. You were surprised that you were sad to see her go. There were more conversations you wanted to share with her that night, but you knew they would have to wait.

“It was so nice to meet you all,” Kate smiled before taking the hand of the mystery guy named Dylan and walking out of the bar. “Oh, y/n, I’ll text you later!”

All that was left was the pulsing rhythm of the music that you wish you could eliminate. In this moment, you felt like the only person in the bar.

“If I had her, I would never let her out of my sight,” Valkyrie said.

“If I had her, I would never let her leave the house,” Yelena chimed in.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that you’re sober?” you asked Nat.

“What made you think that?” she smirked. “Who else was going to make sure these two stay out of trouble when you aren’t there?”

It was sad but true, and it made you smile. Your smile faded quickly when you made the realization. “Shit.”

“What’s up?” Nat asked.

“Her number is in my phone. She can’t text me unless I text her first.”

Nat patted your back. “I guess that means you gotta put on your big girl pants and put yourself out there.”

“How am I supposed to do that when she’s with someone else?”

“You think she’s with him? No way, that girl is free game. Did you see the way they interacted?”

You shrugged, wanting it to be true. “I guess, but I don’t want to take any chances.”

“All you need is one.”

You looked at Nat in confusion. “One what?”

“Chance.”

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A couple days had passed since your first meeting with Kate and you still hadn’t worked up the courage to reach out to her. You couldn’t figure out why there was a mental block around the idea of seeing her again. It seemed to be the idea of watching her with someone else she had clearly been sleeping with. There was no denying that.

You weren’t the only person experiencing anxiety over the situation.

“I don’t understand why you won’t text her, even to see what happens,” Yelena said. It was Sunday night and you were all gathered in the living room on the couch.

“No, you need to wait. You have to give her time to wait it out. Don’t be desperate,” Valkyrie rebutted.

You grumbled and threw your head in your hands. You knew they were trying to help, but you just wished that someone would tell you the right answer.

“Nat?” you asked, giving her the floor to share her advice.

“If I were you, I would text her. There’s no harm in it because you don’t even know if she likes women.”

“Oh, she likes women alright,” Valkyrie said.

“I don’t know…” Your voice didn’t hide your disappointment well.

Yelena narrowed her eyes at you. “Y/n, what did you do?”

“I- I might’ve found her on social media and scrolled… far down.”

They all groaned. “You do this to yourself every time, babe,” Valkyrie said.

“I know, but how else am I supposed to find out more about her!”

“Well, let’s see it then.” Valkyrie moved closer to you on the couch, hoping that you would share your new discovery with them. Yelena and Nat followed quickly behind, all of you now shoulder to shoulder staring at your phone.

You opened one of your many apps and scrolled through the hundreds of pictures Kate had posted. There were many “hmm’s” and reactions from your audience beside you. Yelena reached out to your phone to click on a picture to get a better look.

“Lena, be careful! I don’t need her knowing I’m being a creep and looking through all her old pictures.”

After a couple minutes Valkyrie took the situation into her own hands. “Let me see this.” She began clicking through several pictures and nodding her head.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, just like I thought. That’s a face of a woman kisser.”

She turned the phone towards you and your eyes widened. The picture was of Kate standing with her arms crossed. She had baggy jeans on, combat boots, and a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up her arms into a tank top.

“You’ve got me there,” Nat said.

“Guys, just because she’s wearing specific clothes doesn’t mean she likes women,” you said in a way that made it sound like you were trying to convince yourself.

“Is your gaydar completely broken?” Valkyrie asked, her hand gesturing to the picture once again. “She eats box.”

“Ew, who even says that anymore?” Yelena recoiled.

You swiped your phone from Valkyrie’s hand and stood up. “You guys are the opposite of helpful!”

“I feel like this has been pretty enlightening, personally,” Yelena shrugged.

“I’m going to my room,” you sighed.

“Sleep well, princess!” Valkyrie called out. “I wish you sweet dreams of your precious archer!”

You shut the door to your room quite harshly. Once you were inside you allowed yourself to breathe. Between the reactions of your roommates to seeing the pictures yourself, you were worked up to say the least. You let yourself look at the pictures again and it was hard to hide your giddy smirk.

Kate was even hotter than you pictured. Maybe it was the dim lights in the bar or the unfamiliar outfit she was wearing. Whatever it was, she somehow managed to look even better in these pictures. One thing was for sure— you were glad that her style deviated from her outside two nights ago. From her oversized clothes, boots, and hats, you were practically drooling.

You decided at this moment that you would text her. You found her phone number on her contact page and clicked it without looking back and sent a text quickly saying hello and who you were. Anxiety took over, causing you to throw your phone on the bed. You knew staring at your phone was not the way to go about waiting for her text.

Surprisingly, there was a ding from your phone that sounded seconds after tossing it away. You scrambled for your phone even if you realized how silly you looked. You opened your lock screen and stared at the text from Kate.

“I was wondering when I would hear from you. Kinda hard to text you when I don’t have your number ;)”

You fell back on your bed, sighing. All you were picturing through the phone was the compilation of photos of Kate that you had seen minutes prior.

This would either end exactly like you wanted, or break your heart into a million pieces. You were willing to take your chances.

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Over the next couple months, you and Kate had been together regularly. Whether it was going out to a new bar, watching a school game, or coming over to your apartment. Everyone had grown tired of your incessant babbling about Kate’s but you couldn’t help it—there was nothing like her. Of course, you still hadn’t gotten much closer to getting what you really wanted. What you really wanted was her.

You unfortunately had to listen to her talk over and over again about her failed love interests. You would always listen to everything she had to say, but it didn’t make you want to kiss her until she forgot every guy's name any less.

There had been moments— brief moments. They usually happened when Kate was upset or she was inebriated, but you would take anything.

The first time it happened it caught you by surprise. You had known her to be flirty and psychical from the first night you met her, but you didn’t expect her to follow through as much as she did.

Kate was over at your apartment which wasn’t unusual, but it was the way things played out. She came over in her comfiest clothes that somehow still made you swoon over her. Nat, Yelena, and Valkyrie were out drinking and were planning to come back anytime.

You and Kate were out in the living room watching a movie on the couch. It was getting late and you were watching the way her eyelids were threatening to flutter closed. It was often that you found yourself staring at Kate, just when she wasn’t looking of course.

When her eyes closed, her head gently began falling towards your shoulder. Then, all at once, Kate was leaning against you while she slept, leaving you frozen. It was what you always wanted, even if it was unintentional. You held your breath, hoping that if you stopped completely that time would stand still, leaving you here with her against you.

Your heart stopped when you heard the key turn in the door. The three women walked in the door laughing and you tried to shush them as much as possible. They turned around and looked between you and Kate.

“Oh my god,” Valkyrie mouthed. You put your finger up to your mouth to quiet them if that was even possible.

“We’ll leave you two alone,” Nat whispered.

Each of them giggled and tripped over their own feet, Yelena running into the wall as she tried to make it back to her bedroom. You shook your head at their behavior and looked back down at Kate who was still sleeping. It took everything in you not to touch her, all you could do was admire her from a distance.

Then, of course, there had been other instances of suspicious behavior. Like when Kate would dance unashamedly with you for everyone to see. All you wanted was to be seen with her in that way, but you knew it wasn’t reciprocated.

Lastly, there was the night that Kate got inexplicably drunk. Overall, Kate knew how to hold her liquor well, but that night sent her over the edge for reasons you couldn’t completely understand.

You helped her get home to her own apartment because you knew she wouldn’t be able to make it on her own. Her arm was wrapped around your shoulder as you led her inside and into her bedroom.

“Alright Kate, you have to help me out a little,” you groaned. Carrying dead weight didn’t suit you very well. You were able to place her down on the bed where she fell back against it immediately. “Please be careful.”

Kate managed to sit up on her own and held her arms out towards you. “Help?”

You looked at her and the way she was carrying herself. It looked like she needed help undressing, which made your heart leap into your throat.

“What do you need help with?” you asked, just to be sure.

“Off please.”

You were correct. Under different circumstances this would be your dream, but right now you were worried about her. You put your feelings aside as you lifted her shirt and took off her pants gently. You turned away quickly to give her space, as well as fold her clothes and place them on her dresser. You were prepared to leave until her voice called out.

“Stay with me… please.”

Your heart swelled. Then, you turned back around to see her laying under her blanket, leaving space for you to slide in. “Only for a little bit.”

Kate smiled sleepily and lifted up the blanket for you to crawl in. You apprehensively got comfortable beside Kate, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, even if you two were clearly past that.

Though you didn’t get close, Kate didn’t hesitate. She rolled closer to you and wrapped her arm around your waist. There was a pause before she grabbed her elephant plushie that you had gotten as a gift for her. There was something so enduring about her gesture, something that made you want to hold on tighter to her. She went further and laid her head in the nape of your neck. You were paralyzed in the moment.

You brushed it off as Kate being drunk out of her mind, but there was another part of you that was curious. Maybe this is what it took for her to open up and show her true feelings?

You would never know because you knew by morning that Kate wouldn’t remember the moment the two of you shared. But that was weeks ago and neither one of you brought it up again.

Tonight, everyone was gone doing their own thing and you were alone. You would usually text Kate, but you didn’t want to make things weird after your last hang out. Not that Kate would remember, but you didn’t want to ruin what you had going.

So it was just you and your favorite show in the background while you cooked. Anytime you had a moment alone, you liked to cook something nice for yourself. Sure, you liked cooking for others too, but there was something pleasurable about cooking just fir you.

You decided on an easy pasta dish with vodka sauce. Everything was finished and it was time to plate when there was a knock on your door. You wiped your hands off on a towel and made your way to the door. As it opened, Kate was waiting on the other side.

“I know I didn’t call-”

“Come in,” you interjected and Kate smiled.

“I wasn’t sure if you were home, but I thought I would swing by.” Kate took her coat off at the door and took liberty to hang it on the coat rack. “Where’s everybody else?”

“Do I ever really know?” you chuckled. “They’re all supposed to be back sometime after midnight for reasons they did not share.”

“Why would they ever.”

It was then that you noticed her outfit and scanned her frame. “And where have you been looking like that?”

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know it’s a lot, but it was a banquet for a family function. My mom doesn’t like when I dress myself, for a lack of better words.”

Kate was wearing a tight silk dress that dropped down and hugged her curves. Though you liked Kate’s usual look, you could get used to this more often.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m into it.”

Kate blushed. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I left it on for you to admire.” You smiled and walked back into the kitchen and Kate made herself comfortable on one of the barstools.

“You want some?” you offered. Kate shook her head and you went back as normal. “You’re really missing out, it’s everyone’s favorite dish of mine.”

Kate didn’t speak for a minute, leaving an uncomfortable silence. “Something’s been on my mind lately and I need some advice,” she said.

You turned around with concern on your face. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I- I’ve just been thinking a lot lately.”

You leaned against the counter and crossed your arms, watching and listening for Kate to continue.

“I don’t know, there’s this thought in the back of my mind and I need to know if I’m right or not. I really like this person and I think they may like me back, but I don’t know how to approach them about it or even how to make a move.”

You were confused. Kate had never asked for dating advice before for obvious reasons. You didn’t know how to help her when it came to guys.

“I mean I know guys are different from girls in that respect, but if I were you I would just be real with them. Let them know how you feel and if they take it, good, if they don’t, you can let yourself be down about it but eventually you’ll move on.”

Kate had an unusual look about her. You had never seen it but it almost looked to be…longing?

“I just don’t know if she wants me like that.”

Your legs felt uneasy below you and you could tell that your face showed your surprise. You couldn’t get over the ‘she’ in her sentence.

Both of you stared at each other for a long time. Kate was frozen in her seat, leaving you to make the next move. You hoped that you were right or else this would make everything much more complicated.

You pushed yourself off the counter and walked around to be standing beside Kate. “Who said I didn’t want you?”

Kate’s eyes softened when she looked at you. You could practically see the relief pool into her blue eyes. You felt your relief all the same when you saw her reaction.

“I was just scared I guess. After that night in my bed-”

“Hold on, you remember that?”

Kate smirked. “I wouldn’t have asked you in my bed if I wouldn’t remember it.”

In this moment, Nat’s words replayed in your mind. All you need is one chance.

Your chance was now.

You moved forward quickly, wrapping your hands around each side of Kate’s neck and pulling her towards you. Your lips crashed into hers softly and it was everything you had been waiting so patiently for.

Kate stood up from the stool and met you in the middle. Her arms wrapped around your neck and pulled you in closer. Your thumbs caressed her cheeks as Kate’s tongue pushed into your mouth. You let her in and taste you. You whimpered as Kate deepened the kiss while also simultaneously pulling away breathless.

“What about your food?”

You stared at her and shook your head. “Forget the food. I want you.”

Kate gasped as you slid your hands behind her thighs and under her dress to lift her onto the counter. You wanted to have her just like this— between her legs and at your mercy.

Your hands snaked up Kate’s toned arms and up to her shoulders without taking your lips away from hers. Your fingers fidgeted with the straps of her dress, wanting more than anything to rip them off and see her beauty beneath.

“Is this okay?” you whispered.

“Y/n, respectfully, I just need you to fuck me.”

Without another word you pulled the straps of her dress down her arms which Kate slipped out of quickly. You dragged your hands up Kate’s bare back feeling of her soft skin. You wanted to savor the moment and take it slow, but fuck, that was overrated.

Kate’s hands were buried in your hair, tugging and pulling at her pleasure. While your lips were still locked, your curious hand slid to Kate’s front and took her nipple in between your fingers.

You thought you might faint when you heard the noises coming from Kate’s mouth. It only motivated you more.

Even though you could kiss Kate forever, there was something else that occupied your thoughts that you couldn’t get out of your head.

You abandoned her lips, moving your own down the side of her neck and down her chest. You took your time to leave small marks along the bottom side of her breasts— somewhere no one else could see but a place you knew was yours.

You went down further. Your lips kissed down Kate’s stomach and at the same time you grabbed Kate’s dress that had gathered around her. You gingerly pulled the dress off once Kate lifted her hips off the counter. The sight alone quickened your heart rate even more.

Kate changed positions to your liking. She lowered herself onto her arms so they were resting on the counter. She peered down at you through lustful eyelids.

You bit your lip and didn’t hesitate to pull off her underwear too, throwing them somewhere off into the distance. You couldn’t wait any longer to resist yourself from Kate, so you gave in.

Your two fingers slipped through Kate’s pussy, delicately taking your time to feel her. Kate whimpered and threw her head back.

“Fuck, Katie,” you breathed out. “You’re so wet.”

“Please, I just need you to touch me.”

“Anything you want, princess.”

Without another word you were buried between her legs. You kissed the top of her clit before your tongue dragged up the length of her cunt. Kate was a moaning mess up top which only added more fuel to your fire.

Your tongue moved in all directions to pull beautiful sounds from Kate’s mouth, but you wanted more. Your right hand moved from her thigh to the inside of her legs. You took care to gently slide one finger inside her while your lips were still wrapped around her clit. Your finger moved at a quick rhythm, making Kate’s lips move at the same pace as your hand.

“You feel so good,” Kate whimpered. “Keep going, I’m getting close.”

You took this as an incentive to slide another finger inside. Your pace quickened as you were trying to drag Kate to her climax. Between her moans and Kate’s wetness collecting around your fingers, this all felt like a dream.

“I wanna hear you, let it out Katie,” you instructed her. She followed quickly behind your words, her high crashing down and soaking your mouth and fingers all the same. You helped her ride out her high by slowing your fingers down and leaving soft pecks on her inner thighs.

You worked your way up her body until you were face to face. Kate pulled you down by your neck and kissed you, sliding her tongue into your mouth, tasting herself.

“That was even better than how I imagined it,” you said before thinking.

“Oh yeah? How did you imagine it before?” Kate inquiried.

“I prefer to keep that to myself. Now, how about I get you some clothes and we can eat this room temperature food?”

Kate smiled and nodded before you helped her off the counter. You found sweatpants and a shirt in your room that you offered to her which she gladly took. Once you were both cleaned up, you went back into the living room to cuddle up on the couch.

You laid down first to get comfortable before Kate laid beside you and scooted in close. “It’s kind of nice doing this when I know you’ll remember it,” you smiled.

“I told you, I knew what I was doing. I wanted you in my bed.”

You settled in and started playing with Kate’s hair. Months ago you never would’ve thought you would be in this position with Kate, but everything seemed too good to be true. That’s why you were unphased when the door to the apartment opened and your roommates came piling in.

“I really thought that girl was going to- oh hi you two,” Valkyrie paused.

“Don’t mind us, just passing through,” Nat smiled.

“I’m not. I need something to eat before I get cranky,” Yelena said. “Pasta!”

“Oh that’s for-”

“God this is delicious,” Yelena cut you off. “Have you ever tried this? It’s so good.”

Kate shook her head and laughed. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure yet.” She looked knowingly at you and laughed.

Yelena walked further into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. Her body was out of frame when she bent over to look down at the floor. When she was upright again her face held a curious frown.

“Did someone lose some…panties?” Yelena held up a pair of purple lace underwear for everyone to see.

Kate slowly pulled the blanket over her face, trying her best to hide the redness that had spread. Everyone looked towards you with a knowing smirk and burst into laughter.

It was fitting that a perfect night with Kate would end like this. It ended just like it had started with Kate, and that was all you could ask for.

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You worked at Bishop Security Headquarters. You used to be her mother’s administrative assistant, handling all of her paperwork and business calls like it was second nature to you. Whenever Kate had saw you working before, she would end up staring at you… The women in this office always wore those ugly pencil skirts and frilly blouses under horrendous blazers and heels too high for comfort. But not you.

Kate felt her heart stutter in her chest when she first saw you on the second week of her internship. You had a briefcase in your hands along with a cellphone in the other. There was an earpiece on your left side, just hiding the many piercings of your ear and the nose ring that she thought was so cool at the time. You wore almost no makeup, just mascara and lip gloss.

And the suits you wore? They all looked custom made to fit you. She could see the outline of your muscles through the fabric of your button-up shirts that were perfectly tucked into your dress pants. Every day you wore a new solid color business suit, and a tie to add a complimentary color to your outfit. Your hair was short, and Kate noticed your angled undercut, and the tattoo down the back of your neck.

Needless to say, Kate was horny for you. Every time you walked past reception; you didn’t even look up as Dee let you inside of the office building without a word. You were so busy on your phone that you never looked up. Kate saw you almost run into the glass doors on many occasions because Dee wasn’t quick enough to open the door.

She saw you at her mom’s home as well. You were usually around helping her with everything and making her life easier, but you hardly acknowledged Kate when she was around. It got to the point that Kate didn’t think you ever actually saw her.

And then one day, you didn’t have a choice.

Kate was late. She had a huge cup of iced coffee in her grasp as she made her way across the lobby to the building, her fear rising at being reprimanded when she was knocked onto the ground, iced latte clattering down to the concrete floor as a heavy body was knocked down and on top of her.

“Shit, shit, fuck,” The sound of your voice had her cheeks burning red as she looked up to meet your icy gaze. Kate forgot how to breathe… you were even more hot up close like this. And you smelled like cinnamon, fuck. “You didn’t see me coming?”

And just like that, Kate was offended. Didn’t matter how much pressure you were applying to her in all the right places, or how good you smelled. You were the one that ran into her. Not the other way around.

“Maybe if you get off your phone for more than five seconds, you would have seen me coming—”

“Wait, stop—” You shushed her and sat back on your knees, practically straddling Kate and making her breath get caught in her throat. You pressed a finger to your earpiece and nodded for a second and then responded. “Yes, I’ll have that ready by this afternoon. Mrs. Bishop has very important matters to handle, so I will be taking care of it personally.”

“Can you just- Move it!” Kate aggressively shoved you off of her body, forcing you to stand up off her and you reached for the briefcase that had slid across the floor. Almost immediately, you could smell the caramel and saw that Kate’s coffee had gotten all over the back of her shirt, and into her long hair.

“Watch where you’re going next time, Ms. Bishop,” Was all you said before you headed for the elevator and did not hold it for her. Kate was fuming. How entitled were you that you thought it was her fault!?

Since that day, Kate couldn’t even look at you without scowling. It didn’t matter how hot you dressed, how pretty your hair was, or how every so often you would switch out the piercing in your nose for something new. No, Kate was still pissed off. You were acting like she was nobody; like she didn’t even exist. She was your boss’s damn daughter!

It didn’t take long for her to be openly hostile toward you. When she saw you throughout the office, she would purposely run into you, shoulder-checking you. “Watch it, secretary.” Was what she would say. You weren’t a secretary… You were an administrative assistant! You were someone important! She was just the company owner’s brat daughter and useless intern!

It would have been so easy to ignore Kate’s childish antics for a long, long time… But unfortunately, her mother had other plans.

Eleanor was throwing a party for her clientele, and she made sure that Kate was going to be there. And then she revealed to her daughter that yes, you would also be there. And you would be staying in close proximity with Kate all night long. Kate had been questioning why you were going to hang around her all night long, and Eleanor reminded her daughter that not only did she have a habit for wandering off and not coming back, but she also liked getting into nonsense trouble.

You would keep her in line. Right, yeah, you’d totally keep her in line…

Kate felt ridiculous. She was in a sparkly purple floor-length evening gown that was off her shoulders and her hair was held back by silver flower clips. And while she felt silly, you had nearly lost your balance at seeing her.

It was probably the first time she saw you look at her for more than ten seconds… Of course, you were in a suit. Of course, you had a tie that matched the color of her dress. And of course, it looked fucking incredible on you, like everything else you fucking wore. It pissed her off even more.

“Ms. Bishop,” You cleared your throat a little and bowed down, holding out your hand for her and making her roll her eyes.

“Don’t try to be nice to me,” She said, shooing your hand away and walking passed you. You looked dumbfounded. “This must be killing you.”

“You know what?” You squared your shoulders back a little and decided that you’ve had enough of her damn attitude. “You’re right. I’d rather be anywhere else than here with you right now.”

“And what is it about being in my presence that is so freaking bad for you?”

“You’re a spoiled little brat who is too hot for her own good and thinks she can get whatever she fucking wants with that damn look you give people,” You scowled, not holding back even a little. “You only work at HQ because your mother owns it. You don’t do a thing there except waste time.”

Kate didn’t hear anything other than you calling her hot. Her cheeks burned red, but she wasn’t backing down. “At least I’m not some workaholic who doesn’t even know how to look up from her phone for more than ten seconds before walking headfirst into someone!”

“That was months ago, are you being serious right now?” You crossed your arms together and Kate swallowed hard at your muscles contracting under the fabric. “You aren’t helping my case here by whining like a brat.”

“And you’re just a… A bitch!” Her voice echoed so hard in the halls that other guests ended up staring at you two. For a second, you had forgotten where you two were and before Kate could fight back, you were grabbing her on the arm and dragging her away from the scene. “Hey! Let me—”

You didn’t listen. You simply tugged her into a supply closet and locked the door behind you as you slammed it shut. “You want to fight? Let’s fight, Ms. Bishop.”

“This is—” Kate laughed incredulously, her face paling a little as she realized just how close she was to you in the small closet. You smelled even better when she was almost touching you like this. “You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”

“And what are you being then, huh? A child? A pussy?” Kate stumbled back as you slammed your hands on either side of her head, standing as tall as her and leaning forward just enough for her to feel your breath against her face. Kate shivered, and you noticed. “A brat?”

“I am not a brat,” Kate almost snarled, her heart pounding in her chest. A low, seductive chuckle left your throat, and the Bishop girl felt her knees tremble as you reached with one hand and gently tilted her head up to meet her gaze. You licked your lips, and she noticed. Her stomach was twisting all over again and she felt like her body was on fire.

Kate breathed, “I hate you.”

You snarled. “I hate you, more.”

There was no telling who truly closed the distance first. It was a mess of lips, tongue, and teeth as you slammed your mouth down against hers and began to kiss Kate with a desire that you didn’t know was in you.

Your entire body slotted against her, whimpering at feeling her own strength against yours. And while Kate wasn’t as muscular as you, she was just as strong. Her hands curled into the front of your suit, and she let out a soft whine as you broke the kiss and reached down with both hands, grabbing her thighs.

“Just… need that attitude fucked out of you,” Your words sent electric shocks throughout her entire body. Before she could bring herself to protest, you bent down and lifted her up off the floor, wrapping Kate’s legs around your waist and sliding your lips down to her neck.

Kate fisted her fingers in your hair and scowled aggressively, pushing down against your hips in an attempt to show her dominance, but what she got in return was something she was not expecting. Her breath got caught in her throat and the sensation of something pressing against her…

“Did you—” Kate looked offended for a brief second, her brows pulling together as she looked up at you. “You fucking plan this?”

You chuckled, leaning forward and gently grazing your teeth across her jawline. “Not that it’s any of your business, Bishop… but I tend to enjoy these parties a bit more than you.”

Kate was slightly pissed, but more intrigued than anything. Why would you be packing? What is it about these parties that makes you wear… Her entire face went red, and she looked up at your stern gaze, pressing her lips into a thin line. “You planned on taking someone home with you.”

“I planned on taking someone home with me,” You admitted, gently rubbing your thumb across the underside of her chin before aggressively grabbing at her neck. “Now don’t make me fucking regret dragging you into this closet, and not that cute girl from finance.”

Kate knew who you were talking about. Christy was short, adorable, feminine, and every masc lesbian’s fantasy. Kate would know, because she’s thought about fucking Christy too. Suddenly, Kate felt like she shouldn’t have been in here with you, but you were quick to put those fears to rest. Very slowly, you reached down and pulled on of the straps off her shoulder and nipped your teeth along her soft skin.

“Fuck,” Kate pressed her head against the wall, her hips pushing down against the strap in your dress pants. You grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down as far as you possibly could, feeling Kate put her arms down so she could slip them out of her dress. You pushed the fabric around her waist and one of your hands gripped at her chest, running your thumb across her nipple and kissed at the pulse in her neck. “D-Don’t think I…I like you now…”

“Don’t mistake me fucking you for me liking you either, Bishop,” You scowled, teeth biting down briefly against her neck and making her buck forward against your hips. Continuing to play with Kate’s soft breasts, you held her up simply with your own body and the strength of her legs around your waist in order to fully feel her in your hands. “You’re still a spoiled brat that needs a severe attitude adjustment.”

“Yeah?” Kate taunted, pulling hard enough on your hair that you had no choice but to lift your head up and meet her gaze. “Hope your dick is the adjustment you’re talking about.”

A low sigh of arousal left your throat as you reached down between both of you and pressed your fingertips against her. Kate gasped, fingers shaking for a second as you found her cunt and began to rub at her clit overtop of her panties almost immediately.

“Oh wow,” You teased, wearing a grin that made her pissed off and horny at the same time. “Fucking soaked for me, Bishop.”

“Shut up, you secret—ohfuck…” Kate couldn’t finish her words. You cut her off when you yanked her panties to the side and slowly began to push one of your thick fingers inside of her dripping cunt. Her nails bit into the fabric of your suit and you breathed slowly, almost like this was just another day for you.

“I am your mother’s assistant. I am important. Without me, your company will fucking drown, Bishop… I’m no secretary,” You pushed her up on the wall a bit more and Kate stared into your eyes, almost like she was trying to challenge you with eye contact. “You’ll address me with respect when I’m knuckle deep inside of your pussy. Understand me?”

Kate was about to voice her thoughts, and then you added another finger. Kate immediately gasped, her eyes going back in her head as you chuckled and pressed soft little kisses across her neck. The Bishop girl felt like she was completely at your mercy, feeling you push her panties away every few seconds to keep them off your area of work.

After moving them for at least the sixth time, you were getting very angry. “Oh, fuck this.” Kate let out an embarrassingly loud whine as you removed your finger from her cunt, tucking it into the crotch of her panties, and pulled. The sound of the fabric snapping against your strength was a whole new reason for her to be aroused, but then she realized that you ripped off her underwear.

“Are you kidding—” Kate glared at you. “You know I’ve only got one of those, right?”

“Your dress is long,” You teased, reaching with your other hand and pushing the waist of your pants around your hips. Very quickly, you wiggled out and rested the pants around your upper thighs, just low enough to pull the strap-on free from its confinement. “It’ll hide your stretched out pussy just fine.”

“W-Wait, wait,” You saw her start shaking with slight fear but ultimately, she just wanted to look into your eyes when you pushed forward, lining your deep purple strap with her cunt. You promised to go slow, holding her thighs with both hands and watching the strap slowly disappear inside of her cunt. You stopped halfway when Kate whimpered and grabbed your shoulders harder than you expected. “Fuck… Ohmyg…. Nnnnn…”

“Hey… hey Bishop, look—” You saw her throw her head back and almost give herself a concussion before you grabbed at her face and made her look down. “Kate, look at me.”

Kate gasped, eyes widening as she looked down into your eyes and felt her face turned a deep crimson at your words… It was the first time you had ever said her first name. She wanted to hear you say it again.

“Again,” Kate begged, her fingers trembling as she looked down at your cock and slowly rolled her hips a little bit. “P-please… say it again.”

You smirked. “What? Say what again?” You pressed your chest against hers and she whined at the feeling of your soft dress suit rubbing on her poor sensitive nipples. You kissed over her neck and began to slowly move yourself against her, hips giving short and slow thrusts against her. “Want me to call you by your name again?”

“Please!” Kate begged. “M’s-sorry! Y-you’re not a s-secretary… You’re i-important, I just… Oh please just…” The sound that escaped her was so loud that you needed to keep her quiet or you both would get caught. You pressed your lips against hers as fast as possible, swallowing her moans down and slowly picking up speed.

“Kate,” You moaned against her mouth, dragging out another beautiful sound from the archer. Her fingers fisted in the front of your suit jacket, and she began to try and push it off of you. She felt you smile against her lips and began taking the jacket off your shoulders. Kate started to unbutton the front of your shirt, all while you kept a gentle speed of thrusting your silicone cock into her warm cunt. “Yeah? You want my clothes off too?”

“Shut up,” Kate huffed, finally getting the last button of your shirt undone and shoving that down over your shoulders as well. It gathered in a heap on the floor as you sighed and allowed Kate to do what she wanted to this time. Her hands ran along the sides of your defined arms, and she dug her nails into the muscles on your shoulders, losing her breath for a second as she felt you speed up.

“Still got an attitude?” You said. “L-Let’s get rid of that, huh?”

“Harder,” Kate begged, grabbing at your face and panting against your mouth. “Harder please… fuck me like you mean it!”

“With pleasure, Kate Bishop.”

You had clearly been holding back. Your hands gripped her hips, and you pushed her against the wall a bit harder. Your muscles flexed as you kept her off the ground and reangled yourself just right to slam the entirety of your strap inside her pussy.

The archer grabbed at your biceps, gaping at you with wide eyes and heart pounding behind her ribs. The strap stretched her out perfectly, and you were moving in the most wonderful way that she almost forgot why she actually hated you.

This is what Kate had been wanting ever since she met you. A few times she had dreamed of using a strap on you as well, but this was what most of her fantasies consisted of. You drag her into a secluded corner of the HQ office and fuck her senseless. But she wasn’t going to admit that out loud any time soon. For now, this was just a hot accident.

“Fuck, listen to yourself,” You taunted, leaning forward and whispering down against her neck. Kate wrapped her arms around your neck and pushed her entire face into your shoulder, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure with every thrust into her pretty pussy. “Whining so pretty for me, little brat… Sound like such a little slut—”

“N-Not a b-b-brat,” Kate hiccupped against your skin, breathing you in and admiring how your tits bounced in the confinement of your black laced bra. It looked so gorgeous against the muscles in your chest and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching down and undoing the hooks on your back.

You pulled the fabric off your body and dropped it on the floor next to you, still holding Kate up off the floor with all your strength working overtime. It was clear that this wasn’t exactly difficult for you… Like you’ve done this many times before.

Kate spoke as best as she could, gasping and yelping as you began to use her own body weight to fill her at a new angle, lifting her off your strap and dropping her back down. Kate was practically riding you now, and she was loving every single fucking second of it.

“H-How ma-many girls in the office h..have you d-done this with?” Kate tried not to sound jealous.

You chuckled, leaning up and kissing her jaw. “Why? You hope you’re the first?”

Kate could tell you were masking how much you liked this. You tried not to sound winded, nor did you try to show the pleasure this was bringing you, but it was obvious with how you were holding her. Kate was having a serious effect on you, and she was basking in not only you fucking her, but also this long awaited attention from you.

“Let’s just say,” You said, lifting her chin up and looking into her eyes. Kate whimpered as you rolled your hips at just the right angle and the strap bumped against her clit, making her see stars behind her eyes. Kate whined pathetically. “You… are the prettiest girl I’ve ever fucked in a closet before.”

That told her nothing, but with what you were doing? Kate was beyond caring.

The archer grabbed at your hair and bit down on your shoulder, keeping her sounds contained as you split her open. The way your hips moved just right to hit her deepest spots… The way that you managed to bring friction to her clit when you moved just perfectly, how you were holding her so tight and aggressively, how your tits were pressed against her own, basking in the warmth and solidness of your body… She wasn’t gonna last long.

“OhGOD… Ohfuck I’m gonna… nnnnn…”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock, Katie?” You taunted, much to her pleasure. Kate nodded, her body shivering against yours as you pulled back enough to see into her eyes. They were watering, rolling back in her head, and her eyelids were struggling to stay open.

You noticed all of the little changes to her demeanor. Her fingers flexed against your hair, and you felt the muscles in her legs tense up as she held you closer and began to grind against your cock to try and give more friction to her clit. You got the message and slowly licked your fingers before sliding your hand between both of your bodies.

“Oh baby, you’re real sensitive, aren’t you?” Kate nodded, biting her lip and looking so desperate to reach her high. You wanted to see her cum so bad. When your fingers pressed against her clit and began to rub at it as fast as possible, Kate had to cover her mouth with one of her hands to hold in her moans. “You like when I rub your clit like that? Like when I touch you like this, Katie?”

Kate’s brows pulled down as she pressed her back into the wall and you got to watch your strap pump into her pussy, making you shiver with pleasure. It looked so pretty and so fucking messy… You wanted to taste her so bad. The archer whined, tears filling her vision as she begged, hand muffling her words. “Please don’t stop… pleaaaaase, m’so fucking close…”

You readjusted your angle once again, spreading your legs apart a little more and grabbing at her waist, slamming the cock so hard inside of Kate that you worried you may end up bruising her.

But those thoughts were put to rest when you saw what Kate looked like as she came on you. Her entire back arched and she rolled her eyes back in her head, slapping her other hand over her mouth and shaking against your tight hold. Her body hit the wall and she bucked her hips down against your strap, taking you in as deep as humanly possible before she collapsed on your chest.

Your thrusts began to slow as you tried to calm your own heavy breathing. Very slowly, you turned around and pressed your back to the wall, sliding down the surface and sitting on the broom closet floor with Kate in your lap, strap still buried deep inside of her.

You could feel Kate’s heart against your own, listening to her heavy, harsh breathing and the way your soft touches sent her shivering against you. For some reason, you were acting sweet with her… Kate half expected for you to drop her to the floor and walk off the second she was finished, but you were sitting on the floor with her in your arms, holding her and whispering sweet things into her ear as she came down from her high.

“Did so good f’me, Katie… So proud, sweet girl…” You praised, kissing her neck and nuzzling against her.

Kate huffed, pushing herself back a little more just so she could look down into your eyes, her own dilated and wild from her orgasm and the adrenaline racing through her body.

“I don’t… get it…” Kate breathed through heavy inhales. “Y-You’re being s..so nice… Why do you hate me so much?”

You frowned and hid your face in her chest. Something Kate was not expecting. “You’re off-limits, Kate… You are my boss’s daughter. You are forbidden… I shouldn’t even be alone with you, let alone making you cream all over my dick.”

“I didn’t—” Kate whined when you grabbed her ass and rolled her hips against your lap, feeling the tip of your strap touch her deepest sweet spot and her toes curled up. “Okay, okay fine! I did! B-But why act like you—”

“If you hated me… I could pretend like I didn’t like you,” You admitted, shame written all over your features. “I didn’t want to admit shit I knew wouldn’t happen.”

Kate frowned, pushing your bangs out of your face and running her fingers across your jaw. “And now?”

You snorted. “Never been too good at seeing into the future, Katie…”

A moment of comfortable silence passed between the both of you as you glanced down at your watch and saw that a whole hour had passed within the supply closet. But the party was still going on and it seemed that no one noticed the two of you were missing. You grinned.

“We’ve still got time, miss Bishop,” You leaned back a little and teased her, gently lifting your hips up and making her bounce on your lap. Kate pushed her hands against your chest and gasped but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Let’s see if you ride as well as you shoot.”

As reality sat in, you realized you needed to get out. Your life became suffocating in an instant and there was no way you could stay here. That was the hard part.

There were others who relied on you. Your job was too demanding. You never went anywhere if you could help it. You had to be sick or dying for there to be a lull in your work. This was one of those times you felt like dying.

It wasn’t that you were necessarily upset at the break up. You both had been having problems so ultimately you knew you needed it. What made you most nervous was the change of it all. You weren’t sure where you were going from here but you hoped it would only go up.

You got to work quickly by arranging plans for your departure. You wanted to go somewhere far away, somewhere that work couldn’t even interfere. England was apparently a good bet.

While searching destinations, you came across a quaint little cottage along the countryside that caught your eye. You investigated further which led you to find that the owner was looking to swap houses for two weeks. Each individual would have full access to each other’s houses, cars, etc. This was enough for you to be intrigued.

And so, you were off. Two weeks of nothing but quiet and relaxation. It was all you could hope for…until it wasn’t.

Upon arriving a few hours prior, you found yourself already growing bored. You explored the small cabin, watched television in bed with a bottle of wine, and tried your best to get along with the dog. Apparently the quiet and relaxation wasn’t all you dreamed of.

Just as quickly as you came, you dragged your suitcase out from under the bed and began packing your things in a disorganized frenzy. You were almost too focused to realize that there was a knock on the door until the dog started barking. You rushed down the stairs to see who could possibly be behind the strangers door.

“Hello!” the voice yelled. “Are you home?”

“Uhm, who is it?” you called apprehensively. It felt strange calling to someone from a house that is not yours.

“Iris, it’s Florence, open the fucking door before I take a piss in your flower pot!”

You abruptly opened the door to reveal a clearly drunk and sheepish looking woman. You couldn’t deny your immediate attraction to her since she was quite pleasing to look at.

“You’re not Iris,” the woman said. “Or if you are, I am much drunker than I realize.”

“I’m… I’m not,” you responded with an awkward laugh, not knowing exactly how to respond. Glances were exchanged between the two of you, studying each other from head to toe.

“I hate to interrupt this moment, but can I?” The woman motioned towards the entrance of the house.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry, the bathroom is- well I assume you know.”

The woman rushed inside, but turned around back towards you quickly. “I’m Florence by the way, Iris’s little sister.”

She went as she was before and hurried into the restroom. You continued to talk, as to not make the entire situation more awkward than it already was.

“Ohhh, sister,” you said, the interaction all making sense. I’m y/n y/l/n, did Iris not tell you she was leaving?”

The toilet flushed from behind the door and out came Florence once again, bumping into a side table close by on her way out. “Honestly, she might have, but as you can see, I’m- I have been preoccupied more or less… as you can see.”

“She’s in Los Angeles.”She laughed, the kind of laugh that vibrates through your throat as if you had just told her the joke of the century.

“That’s not possible. Iris never goes anywhere.”

“I guess we kind of have that in common with each other,” you joked. “She listed her house on a home exchange website, so now here I am in my pajamas… in her house.”

“I can see that,” Florence smirked while also leaning a little too close to comfort towards you. “I’m just going to do myself a solid and sit down before I tackle you down with me.”

After the woman sat down, she wavered from side to side, looking as if she might tumble over any minute. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” she chuckled. “I’m sorry about my intrusion.”

“Oh please, this is more your house than mine.”

“Despite what it looks like, I’m Iris’s semi-respectable little sister. I’ve been visiting the local pub one too many times lately and my sister usually helps me out. Unfortunately, it’s become a bit of a routine lately… so, how’s it going for you?”

“Well, not so good actually. I’m leaving on a flight tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh… when did you get here again?”

You laughed. “About 6 hours ago.”

“Well we sure made a good impression on you, didn’t we?” Florence joked.

“No, no everyone has been welcoming,” you reassured her. “It’s just that… I haven’t quite been myself lately, and I thought by putting myself out there and coming here, I would feel less lonely. It turns out I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life.”

You waited for a response from Florence, but she sat quietly on the couch listening to you intently.

“Bet you’re glad you knocked on this door,” you chuckled.

“I am,” she spoke softly, topping it off with a smile. “So, since I’m clearly in a vulnerable state and I won’t remember a thing by morning, why is it that you haven’t quite felt yourself?”

“I just broke up with someone… yesterday. I thought doing this one thing for myself would help, but clearly life had other plans for me.”

You smiled and looked down towards the floor. You felt a little sorry for yourself, you couldn’t lie. This stranger had just endured your sad story of how you came to be in her sister’s house. It was quite pathetic now that you reflected.

“I really hate to be a bother, but do you mind if I crash here?” she asked. “I know you’re not my sister, but I’m afraid if I’m unsupervised I may find myself in a bit of a pickle.”

“Oh, yes of course. Let me grab you a blanket…” You pretended as if you knew your way around the cottage, as if someone who had been here millions of times wasn’t right in front of you.

“It’s in the cabinet below the TV.”

“Thanks,” you smiled. You opened the cabinet and found a stack of quilts and picked one off the top. You brought it over to Florence and she took it gently.

“I appreciate it. I promise in the morning, we’ll forget all about this silly interaction and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Her aversion to be in close proximity with you stung a little more than you had anticipated. You had just met this woman and for some reason you were sad about her leaving.

“I promise, it’s no problem,” you reassured her.

Florence smiled back and the two of you were face to face, standing towards each other. It was as if one of you was waiting to say or do something that would prolong your conversation. There was a tension that hung like a thick cloud over you both. You could cut it like a knife.

“Well then,” Florence huffed, “sweet dreams.”

Though her goodnight did not just stop at her farewell. In her drunken state, she leaned in close until

her lips found yours. You would have moved if it weren’t for your mind begging you to stay, telling you to savor this moment as long as you could.

This was only your mind speaking because your face told a different story; wide eyed and stunned. You weren’t sure what your next move was as this was the last thing you expected tonight.

Once Florence realized what she had done, she pulled away briskly. “I… don’t know why I did that, I’m so sorry. Clearly I’m much drunker than I realized.”

“It’s okay, I-I don’t mind,” you reassured her awkwardly.

She stood inches away from you again, her eyes roaming back and forth over your face taking everything in. “If you don’t mind, then I’d like to try that again.”

She wasted no time, pulling you in by your face now, not shying away from making you feel needed. The kiss was deeper and longer, allowing you to test the waters and prepare for its softness.

Florence pulled away again, slower this time. As you processed the events that led up to this, you hummed.

“Hmm,” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Bad?” Florence asked.

“Not bad, just weird.” You plopped down on the couch with a spring.

“Weird? Weird how?”

“I’ve spent so much time with the same person, that's all I’ve known. Now, I’m here in this strange place, with a person I’ve never met… and it’s kind of exciting.” You smiled and Florence smiled back, a cheeky grin.

“That’s why… I think it would be better if we just slept together,” you spat out quickly. You looked over at Florence to see how she received the information, which seemed surprisingly well. “It’s just this whole knowing I won’t see you again thing is kind of hot.”

Florence was mindlessly fiddling with your hair; twirling it around your fingers and placing it behind your ear. This wasn’t helping your case.

There was a silence that was filled by the crackling fireplace and the distant Christmas tunes playing upstairs. You waited for her response, ensuring that it was something she also wanted.

“I don’t think I have a problem with that one bit, babe,” Florence smirked.

The flood gates then burst, both of you grabbing at one another like animals. You had never had such a deep reaction to a stranger before, the feeling being so unfamiliar. You pulled away again to catch a breath and out of your own insecurity.

“I’ve been told I’m not too great at this sort of thing,” you told her. She never stopped, kissing your neck to fill the emptiness of your lips.

“What thing?” she mumbled against your skin

“You know… sex.”

Florence stopped, lifting her head up and meeting your eyes. “I’ll be the judge of that, love.”

Without any other hesitation, Florence lifted your sweater off and started just as she had begun. She kissed you harder, her tongue filling your mouth with inexplicable desire. You each exchanged whimpers that vibrated off of one another.

Florence pulled your body down with her as she lowered herself down onto the couch. You were now straddled on either side of her while you leaned down to continue.

Her mouth was like magic and you were her muse. You never experienced a need to be savored this much in your life. She filled the void of everything and everyone who had come before.

You were pulled from your thoughts when her hand snaked into your sweatpants, over your underwear. You gasped at your own sensitivity.

“Been awhile, eh?” Florence whispered, not stopping even at your squirming.

“Embarrassingly so, it seems.”

“Good, makes it more fun,” she giggled hoarsely.

For a few brief moments, she just stared. She stared so deep into your eyes while advancing her fingers into your underwear. She wanted you exactly like this, at her mercy.

“Is this alright?” she asked before going any further. You nodded your head but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you answered, “yes.” That was all that it took, your answer lit a fire beneath her that ignited at your touch.

“I need these off, baby.” Florence tugged on your pants. “I can’t do much with you trapped in these pants. I need to touch you.”

You each wrestled off your pants and underwear, leaving you with nothing. “Don’t let me have all the fun,” you laughed, pulling Florence’s shirt off as well. “That’s better.”

Everything felt right now, each of you bare for one another with nothing but the cold as a barrier. You leaned down once again to lock lips with your beautiful stranger. She was clearly eager as her fingers found your wet center, no longer trapped beneath fabric.

Her two fingers spread your pussy apart, getting a feel of your everything. Your body shuttered above her, not used to the feeling. It didn’t take her long to make circles and rub her fingers on your clit. It was practically the only thing she could think about since she arrived.

You couldn’t stop yourself from squirming and moving your hips on her fingers to gain more friction. “Fuck,” Florence whispered against your lips. “You look so good like this.”

Her two fingers went farther and slipped inside your cunt, curving inward making you moan. “Shit, right there,” you whined.

“Keep making those sounds, baby girl,” Florence said as her lips traveled away from your lips.

She kissed down your cheek to your neck, sucking on the surface. Her fingers were relentless and you wanted to scream when her teeth bit down hard on the side of your neck.

Your hips kept moving, riding her fingers so deeply that the rest of the world went away. She wanted to taste every part of you, now moving on to your chest.

Her tongue poked out of her mouth, reaching for your hardened nipple. She drew her tongue in circles around your nipple, the sensation sending sparks throughout your body. Her lips latched on, sucking and pulling on your nerves so delicately.

Her actions started pushing you over the edge. “I think I’m close,” you moaned breathlessly.

Florence took this as a queue to finish out stronger. Her lips resumed their place on your own lips and she slipped her fingers out of you to rub your clit harder and quicker than before.

“I want you to cum on my fingers. Come on, baby,” Florence encouraged you.

Your body was practically twitching with pleasure as you let go. She whispered a string of praises as you rode out your high. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you tried to catch your breath. When you looked down at Florence, a mischievous grin was painted on your face.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” she smiled. She shimmied down the couch until your dripping center was hovering above her face. “I’ve wanted to taste you all night.”

You tried to prepare yourself for contact, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of her tongue against your pussy. The sensation had you gripping onto the arm of the couch for support.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered.

She was so gentle at first, testing out the waters and savoring every moment between your legs. She moved her tongue up and down, exploring each part of you. Then, flattening her tongue to make a harder surface, her hands that were grabbing onto your hips guided them back and forth. She wanted you grinding on her tongue just like her fingers. She loved watching you beg without using words.

You knew you wouldn’t last long, but that wasn’t the point. All she wanted was to taste what she did to you. She was admiring her masterpiece.

“Florence- I can’t,” you said.

Without warning your second high came over you. It was harder than the first, and louder than the first. You practically fell on top of her as you finished.

In a flash, you suddenly became aware of the events that took place. You saw Florence’s accomplished grin and noticed your disheveled hair.

“You should… probably get some sleep,” you told her, an attempt to brush off the intimacy the two of you shared.

“I think I might find that a bit hard now,” she smiled. You stood up from the couch and lost your balance with shaking legs. “Woah there, babe. I thought I was the intoxicated one.”

“I guess I could use some sleep myself,” you laughed. “And a clean up.”

“You take this with you,” Florence gestured to the blanket you offered her to sleep. “I’ll make do with another.”

You wrapped the blanket around you, disguising your naked body. The blanket dragged behind you as you walked towards the stairs and started to walk up.

“Oh, y/n,” she got your attention. “Whoever said you were bad in bed was a liar.”

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled at the floor. “Goodnight,” you said to her.

With that, you cleaned yourself up and crawled into bed. Sleep did not find you very well that night, as you hoped you may see her face in the morning once more.

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“Come on,” a voice whined. “Why won’t you get up!” You groaned in response and tried to turn over the opposite way.

“Pleaseee,” Yelena begged. “I haven’t seen you in forever… well more like two days but still.”

She tugged and pulled but you wouldn’t budge. The more she messed with you the more your body was revealed from under the sheets. Yelena intensely observed you laying on your stomach, taking in each detail such as your messy hair and sunlit skin.

An idea popped into Yelena's head that might get you out of bed, or at least to gain consciousness and join the world again.

“Y/n,” she said in a singing voice, “time to wake up.”

Yelena came down closer to your body and whispered in your ear. “Wake up or else I’m going to do it for you.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply and sighed. You weren’t quite awake enough to move but you had gained enough consciousness to hear Yelena now. You were now more interested in where she was heading with this.

Yelena took her jacket off until she was left in a white tank top and pants. Gently she climbed on the bed and straddled your mid section.

She ran her short nails down your back, leaving red streaks in their place. The slight pain caused you to shift a little in your place. Definitely not enough to wake you up, so Yelena continued.

Her lips then made contact with your skin. She left several kisses up and down your spine, then traveled over to other soft places to call her own.

She latched onto a soft spot near your shoulder blade and sucked. She left dark purple and red spots all over your back. By this point, you were waking up. You started to feel the result of Yelena’s pleasure growing as you slowly woke up.

Despite all of Yelena’s efforts, you still did not budge. This wasn’t necessarily because you were asleep, this now turned into a game for you to see what all Yelena would do to you. There had always been a part of you that wanted to test out the water in this department and you felt like now was the perfect time.

You couldn’t tell her how desperately you wanted her because you wanted her to show how bad she wanted you. You loved when Yelena showed how much she needed every square inch of you. So, you decided to watch it play out.

Touching all over your skin did not seem to suit her just yet, so she decided to move to more sensitive parts of you to try and do the trick.

Yelena pulled down the sheet that was covering your hips and legs. You were in your usual position of slumber where you laid on your stomach with one of your legs bent to the side of you. This gave Yelena the perfect view of what she wanted most.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. “I’ve missed you.”

She gripped onto your hips, squeezing them out of desperation. There was nothing more that she wanted to do than show you who you belonged to.

Yelena backed up on the bed and sat between your legs while observing your quiet frame. There was something so erotic about seeing you completely at her mercy, even if Yelena didn’t know you were enjoying every second of her touch.

“Your pretty pussy is so wet for me,” Yelena whispered before eagerly touching you where she wanted most.

She separated your folds like the pages of a book with her fingers, so gently taking in how wet she had already made you. Her fingers made quick work of circling your clit in a slow rhythm that made you silently beg for more.

All she wanted was for you to respond to her pleads of desire. The more that Yelena touched you the more aroused you become, moving your hips slightly as a form of relief.

Yelena smiled. “There’s my girl, good job.”

She kept going at the same pace. You knew Yelena well enough that this meant she was only beginning. If she had sped up then you knew that she just wanted to have all the fun with your pussy until you came however many times pleased her.

You moaned lazily and shifted in your position. “I know you’re waking up, sweet girl,” Yelena said. “I want you closer to me. I need to taste you.”

Yelena grabbed onto your hips firmly and pulled you up. You whined in protest as you were being moved.

“Don’t whine, you know you want it,” she said. “Let me play with you more baby.”

You were now propped up on your knees while your front section arched against the bed, leaving you in a doggy type position.

It didn’t take Yelena long to touch you again. Her hands were placed on your ass while her mouth latched onto your clit, causing you to whine.

“What is it? Is my girl starting to wake up?”

You were awake long ago and now you were enjoying everything that Yelena was doing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed her until your body reacted in such ways you didn’t know.

“Keep going baby, Daddy wants to hear you.”

Her tongue flattened out and ran up and down your cunt so perfectly. Just the thought of watching Yelena torture you was enough as it was.

You moaned long and desperately at her effect on you. You couldn’t help but move your hips for any kind of additional touch you could get.

“My poor needy girl,” Yelena tutted. “I see you moving your hips so good for me.”

You whined as Yelena moved her tongue around your pussy, exploring each part and savoring every taste. Her tongue poked at your entrance and you moved your hips back towards her abruptly.

You had waited around long enough, which is why you decided to finally speak up. “More,” you said, which was muffled by the bed.

“What was that?” she said. “I need you to be louder for me.”

“More,” you whined.

“You want more, sweet girl?”

“Please,” you begged, no longer caring if you were being desperate. All you wanted was more of her everywhere.

“I think I can do that for you… wait here, love.”

Yelena left the room for a couple minutes while you waited on the bed. You had turned your head towards the door so you could see her coming. When she came back, she had shed her pants in the process in exchange for the spandex harness with your favorite attachment waiting for you. Yelena’s short hair was messy and you could see her hardened nipples through her shirt, making you release a small string of profanities.

She came back just as she started; creeping over you with her mouth dragging down your spine while you readjusted to sit up on your elbows.

“Good morning,” Yelena whispered in your ear. “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.”

“Not a bit,” you whispered back.

As Yelena nibbled back down on your back, you could feel her strap brushing occasionally against your pussy. Each time it made contact, you wanted to scream with pleasure but you held your tongue until it was appropriate. You didn’t want Yelena to have too much fun.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Yelena’s warm breath like fire against your skin. “I couldn’t wait to come home and fuck you like this. That's all I could think about.”

Yelena’s words of desire made yours grow exponentially, if that was even possible. Your hips practically exposed your own desire for Yelena, moving more every minute that she teased you.

“You’ve waited so good, angel. Do you want me?” she asked. All she wanted was to get a rise out of you, which was working.

“I want you so bad, please baby,” you begged. Though it was usually below you on regular occasion, begging seemed to fit in with your pathetic state at the moment.

Without another word, Yelena used your hips as a guide and slid her strap into you. It was a flood of arousal that greeted you now, eliciting a string of gasps and moans.

“Fuck, detka,” Yelena whined. You never understood how Yelena’s mother language turned you on so much.

Yelena’s hips moved against you, ricocheting your own hips back into hers. You were overcome by her touch as a result of all of the fun she was having.

“Please keep going,” you whined, moving your hips frantically to enhance your experience. As you moved them, Yelena’s hand spanked the side of your ass, causing you to wince.

“You let me do all the work, baby girl,” she said. “You just sit back and let me play with you.”

The bedroom now echoed of skin on skin contact and your horny pleads. Yelena knew how to bring out the best in you and the most lustful version of you.

Yelena’s hand traveled up your back and snaked to your chest where she leaned down far enough to take your nipple between her fingers. She rolled and pulled on your sensitive nipple which increased your high, arousal pooling around the strap buried deep inside you.

You were getting closer by the second and Yelena could tell. It was obvious in the way that your movements became more rigid and choppy, barely able to form fluid motion.

“Mm, does my poor girl want to cum?” Yelena taunted you and you nodded in reply, barely able to form a clear thought. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” you managed to choke out. “Please, Lena. I wanna cum so bad, let me cum please.”

To finish you off, Yelena’s hand moved in between your legs while still moving her strap in and out of your pussy roughly. Her fingers made contact with your now swollen clit in order to make you unfold beneath her. It didn't take long between Yelena’s whispering orders to you, her relentless strap, and her fast pace fingers.

She had a hard time wanting to stop. She was having way too much fun having her way with you that she found herself stuck in a trance. Her fingers still on your perfect pussy made your body twitch and convulse. You finally pried her fingers away after taking all you could.

You fell into a heap on the bed, your body like jelly. Yelena kissed you more gently this time, almost as an apology for the overstimulation she might’ve caused, even if you loved every second.

“Are you alright?” Yelena asked. Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your breath, but you managed to slightly speak to Yelena with a giggle.

“I’m up.”

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It was just another day and you heard the door downstairs open and close, indicating that Kate was home. You were asleep when she had left, so you were not sure exactly when she had left. Since Kate was in the process of moving up in Bishop Security, she was gone at odd hours of the day. You could consider it being on call.

“Babe, I’m home!” Kate yelled through the house.

You always felt guilty for going through spells of depression, even though you knew you couldn’t help it. It didn’t take away from the fact that you felt useless and lazy, especially when you could see how hard Kate was working.

“There you are,” Kate said, acting surprised as if you hadn’t been in bed for three days. “You’re up early.”

“Am I?” you questioned. You hadn’t even thought to look at the clock.

“It’s about eight in the morning, the day is still young,” she smiled. “Speaking of…”

Kate trailed off a bit and you could tell in her voice that she was about to suggest something that you may love or hate. Most ideas lately you resented the thought of.

“When I was coming home, I was thinking that it would be nice to have a little date day?” Kate suggested lightly, knowing that it could be a long shot. “I know things have been a little bit tough lately and I want to treat you.”

She waited for your response, whether that was verbal or physical. You weren’t turned off by the idea, but nothing sounded better than staying home.

“Please?” Kate said with a pouty face.

“Are you begging now?” you asked.

“Maybe,” Kate giggled. She came over and sat on your side of the bed, looking at you closer now. That’s when the puppy dog eyes began.

“Now that’s not fair,” you whined. “You know how I feel when you do that.”

“That’s exactly why I’m doing it,” Kate smiled.

She stared longer and longer until you said “yes,” with a reluctant groan.

“That’s what I like to hear!” Seeing the excitement on Kate’s face made it worth it for you. You could tell your sadness had affected her too, whether or not she would admit it.

“What are we going to do?”

“That’s the best part, it’s a surprise,” Kate grinned from behind the closet door that she rushed to in order to find clothes for you. “It’s chilly today so you need to wear your nice coat.”

You groaned and flopped down on the bed. “But I hate that coat, it makes me all itchy.”

“I know honey, but it’s the only way you will stay warm, I promise. And that’s coming from me.” Kate was never one to wear thick clothing or layers, usually one coat would suffice.

Kate laid everything out nicely for you and helped you get ready as fast as you could. She was anxious for the both of you to leave the house and spend the day together, something that rarely happened.

Once you were carefully bundled, Kate practically dragged you and Lucky both out of the apartment and into the bustling city.

“Okay, first things first, we need caffeine,” Kate declared.

You already knew where she was taking you because you always went to the same coffee shop close to the apartment. It was also the place that you and Kate had your first date, making it special each time you went.

“You wanna hold onto Lucky and I can go in and order for us?” Kate asked and you agreed.

You didn’t want to admit it yet, but being outside felt amazing. With each passing minute there was a part of you that felt rejuvenated. The temperature was perfect for you, making it cozy but not unbearable. The chilly wind pierced your skin and gave you the wake up call you had been begging for.

After a few minutes, Kate came back out to join you. “Your usual, dear.” She handed you the warm cup and you shivered. The warmth from your drink gave you even more motivation to enjoy the day together.

You walked several blocks with Kate leading the way before you dared to ask where you were going. “So, where are you taking me?”

“I see what you’re trying to do,” she said. “I’m not telling you, but nice try.”

You groaned and walked on. The farther you walked down the street the more crowded it became with both people and dogs. Up ahead, you could now see groups of people blocking the road and you assumed you were headed that way as well.

Kate took your hand now, comforting you as you both moved through the sea of people. When you made it towards the front, you could see now what Kate was taking you to see.

“Is this the Halloween Dog Parade?” you asked excitedly.

“Are you surprised?!” Kate said with glee.

“Are you kidding me? Of course I am!”

The annual dog parade was an event you always wanted to attend each year, but something always got in the way. This year, you hadn’t even given it a thought, but your girlfriend remembered. She always remembered.

You watched as dogs of all kinds walked down the street dressed in everything from food to movie characters. Your personal favorite was the little dog dressed as Bob from ‘Beetlejuice.’

As the parade wrapped up, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. Whether it was the energy in the city, the autumn feeling, or the sheer fact you were finally spending quality time with your girlfriend, there was no stopping your light from shining.

“Onto the next adventure,” Kate said. She grabbed your hand once again and pulled you in another direction.

“You should have warned me we would be doing this much walking, or else maybe I would have worn different shoes,” you said uncomfortably while moving your feet around in your shoes.

“I’m sorry, babe.” Kate genuinely seemed upset, which made you feel bad for ever complaining in the first place. “We can go back and you can grab some different shoes?”

“I’m afraid if we go back we may not leave again,” you laughed. “Let’s keep going!”

The look on your face was enough to make Kate’s life. She was so grateful for your happiness that she hadn’t seen for several weeks. You walked several more blocks until you had reached Central Park.

“It’s so beautiful,” you sighed.

Taking a break from the concrete buildings seemed to be all the medicine you needed. You looked into the park and saw a flood or orange and red leafed trees. You had spent so much time looking down that you were reminded to finally look up.

There were families running through the grass and dogs playing happily through the leaves. In addition, the amount of food vendors made your stomach growl, not realizing how hungry you were.

Kate looked at you after the noise from your stomach caught her off guard. “I guess that’s a sign it’s time to eat,” Kate laughed. “My vote is a good old fashioned New York hot dog.”

“I raise you a soft pretzel and cheese,” you rebutted with a smiling scowl.

“Hmm,” Kate thought. “You have a deal!”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around her waist while she placed her arm around your shoulders. You walked together through the park until you made it to the pretzel stand. You each got your own to snack on while you strolled through the park.

You switched from holding hands, linking arms, and holding each other while you walked. You weren’t always someone who enjoyed PDA, but you were proud to be with Kate Bishop.

There were so many beautiful things. From the way the wind ran through the leaves to make them fall delicately on the ground to form piles for the children to play in, to the view on your left of Kate guiding you through the park on the most perfect day.

You hadn’t realized how much you needed this day until you were living it. Kate knew your heart inside and out.

Once you had walked as much of the park you could, you made it back to where you started.

“I have just one more place to take you and then we will be done,” Kate instructed you.

At this point, you would follow her anywhere. She made you forget that your feet were even hurting in the first place.

After walking several blocks you stopped in front of ‘The Strand,’ your favorite book store. You could spend hours walking along the aisles of books that were waiting for you to open their pages.

“Ta-da!” Kate said. “Now, I want you to pick out whatever your heart desires. It’s on me.”

“Kate, I can’t-”

“You can, and you will.”

You knew Kate was in the position to do so, but that did not make you feel any less guilty. “Whatever you say,” you smiled, unable to contain your excitement. “Wait, but what about Lucky?”

“Don’t worry, he and I will slum it out here next to the heat lamps, we’ll be alright,” Kate replied. “But that also means you can’t take five years.”

“Well, that might be hard but I’ll try my best,” you said sarcastically.

“Uh huh, bye now,” Kate waved you off with a smile.

You couldn’t deny how happy you were. You were able to roam all the aisles that you pleased. The smell of coffee and paper became your favorite smell, savoring it as much as you could before leaving. You ended up buying three books for your enjoyment, hoping that it would take your mind off of your struggles as of lately.

You walked out of the store with your books in hand and found Kate sitting in a chair with Lucky between her legs. She was watching the people fly by around her, while you just couldn’t take your eyes off of her.

“There you are!” Kate exclaimed. “I was about to call the cavalry, but here you are alive and well.”

“Oh please, I was gone for maybe 30 minutes… 45 minutes… okay maybe an hour.”

“Mmhmm, you owe me. My hands are practically ice.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I lost track of time,” you said sadly.

“Did you have fun?”

“Of course.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” Kate smiled. “Now, let’s get you home.”

“That sounds like my kind of party.”

“I’m so happy to see you smiling again.”

You blushed awkwardly. “Today meant a lot, thanks Bishop.”

“Don’t get all mushy on me now. How about we pop open a bottle of wine, take a bath, and end the day with a movie… preferably watching it on the couch,” Kate laughed.

“I think I’m done with beds forever,” you chuckled. “We should do this more often.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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“Why didn’t you bring your own clothes, anyway?” Peter asked.

You tried to avoid the unprofessional answer. Yelena looked over at you, obviously wondering what kind of answer you would create. “Uhm, I just wasn’t sure what to bring, honestly.”

“It seemed pretty simple to me?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, I guess just because I’ve never really been around horses.”

“It’s not like Mr. Stark exactly gave us a list or anything,” Yelena tutted.

“Jeez, who pissed in your cereal this morning?” Kate asked.

“No one.” Yelena sulked as she looked out the window and waited for the minutes to pass.

You did not love the energy that was happening in the car, mainly because of the unnecessary tension that you felt. You weren’t sure what caused Yelena’s small outburst over your lack of wardrobe, but perhaps she was trying to cover for you.

It felt like a century later as you saw the sightings of a faint town in the distance. You rolled in kicking up dirt trails behind the tires of the truck. The faces of passerby’s were plastered with frowns and suspicion. You shook off the cold glances and turned your attention to the street, or what you thought was a street.

There was no pavement that could be seen, only the endless fog of dirt that was floating from the other cars going through town. The small town you could see only consisted of a few store fronts on each side of the road, a gas station, and several houses that were spread out behind each of the buildings.

“Anybody else ready to leave already?” Kamala asked nervously.

“Me,” everyone replied.

“Let’s make this fast; in and out preferably,” Kate said.

The truck pulled to the closest spot near a store that simply said “GEAR” in faded letters. Each of you got out of the truck and observed your surroundings before charging in. It was clear that everyone was staring in your direction.

“Why are they staring at us like that?” Peter asked.

It was clear that you all stood out like a sore thumb. Each person you saw couldn’t be a day below 70, which was answer enough.

“Maybe we just need to act like we fit in?” Kamala changed her posture and began to walk with a sway in her hips. She tipped her hat to an older man walking by, earning a disgusted look.

“Your theory is foolproof,” you said.

“I don’t like this, we should hurry,” Yelena added. Even though the negative energy clouded the air, you didn’t seem to mind until the unshakable Yelena mentioned that she was nervous.

You all followed her lead and walked inside the store. You were met with a stale smoke that hung heavy, causing everyone turn their noses up.

“What is that?” Kamala said while holding her nose.

“Old,” said Kate, “very old.”

“What can I do you for?” a man from behind the counter said. By the look of him, along with the store, the smell started to make sense.

“Uhm, clothes?” Peter said unconfidently.

“Well, you bunch came to the right place!” He ended his sentence with a toothless grin.

“Ah!” Kamala accidentally blurted and you elbowed her in the side.

“Men on the left, women on the right.” He waved his finger around to each side of the room to signal the different sections. Once he was done holding your attention, he looked down at his newspaper and continued reading.

You were picky about how your clothes fit, so you interchanged between the men’s and women’s sections. To start off, you searched through the hats of all shapes and kinds.

“What about this hat?” Kate asked while placing it on your head.

The hat was tan, with a long brim in the front and the back. It was far from your style.

“I’m going to respectfully pass on this one,” you told Kate.

“Fine, be that way,” she mocked.

You laughed and continued looking through the other merchandise. There were little to no options for jeans, but you managed to find a couple pairs to last you the trip.

In addition, you found a selection of shirts, flannels, and utility jackets. You wanted to be prepared for anything that you may have to face, especially now that you knew what to expect.

You felt another hat being placed on your head and you turned around to face Yelena. “What about this one?”

The way her eyes looked up at you suddenly had you at a loss for words. You played it off the best you could by hiding your face, turning to the closest mirror to look at the hat.

“I have to say, you have good taste Belova.” The hat she picked out was a coffee color with a shorter and flat brim all around. It was the perfect amount of country and casual.

“It suits you,” she commented.

This time, you took your chance and smiled back at her in the mirror. The moment didn’t last long once the store bell rang and a few men walked in.

Yelena was immediately on alert, even if the guests weren’t necessarily threats. Everyone had to be evaluated and assumed as such.

The men were serious looking and did not look like they belonged around here. They walked around as if everything was unfamiliar to them, making them an even stronger suspect.

Yelena left your side and got everyone else’s attention. Now that everyone was aware of the strangers, Yelena went outside to wait on them. Though she liked to mess around, Yelena knew when to snap into Avengers mode in order to fulfill her duties.

You walked over to Peter, Kate, and Kamala. “What was that all about?”

“Yelena said she was going to stake out outside until they’re gone. She wanted to scope out their vehicle and if there was anyone else with them,” Kate said.

“How does she even know they’re bad guys?” Kamala asked.

“She doesn’t, but she has a feeling. I trust her,” you told her. For the short time that you had known Yelena, there were few instances where her gut was wrong.

For the rest of your time spent inside the store, you and the other three killed time while the strange men finished up their business. After several minutes, they left with tactical gear, which did not help their case in being any less suspicious.

You took it upon yourself to bring your haul up to the counter to pay. You ended the trip with a couple pairs of boots and jeans, several shirts, jackets, and one hat, specifically the hat that Yelena picked out.

“Here use this.” Peter handed you a card he picked from the depths of his pocket. “It’s from Mr Stark.”

“Sweet!” Kamala squealed.

You took it without question because you knew you couldn’t pay for it yourself. The others laid their picks on the counter as well to pay for it as a whole. You bid the owner a goodbye and thank you as you all took your things and left.

As you exited the building, you found Yelena outside on the porch in an old rocking chair. “What took you so long?” she complained.

“You told us you were watching the guys leave so we stayed inside. Was that wrong?” Kate matched her energy.

“I don’t suppose so,” Yelena said with a groan as she pushed herself out of the chair.

“Well, what did you see?” you asked, since it clearly didn’t seem like she was going to continue the conversation.

“Oh yes, they’re definitely bad,” she chuckled. “They left in a hurry, dust everywhere behind them. They were driving a large black military vehicle of sorts.”

“We should tell Mr Stark,” Peter said, worryingly.

“We don’t know anything for sure, so we will be cautious until the time comes,” Yelena rebuked. “Now, we should go. I’m tired of these people looking at me like I have one too many eyes.”

You looked around at several people slowing their walk to observe the young group of you. “I hate it here,” Kamala said.

“Come on, let’s go,” you said, while placing your hand on her arm and leading her to the truck.

Each of you piled in once again, but you took the liberty of stealing the passenger's seat. To your surprise, Yelena climbed into the driver’s seat. You didn’t expect to be in this position once again, but you weren’t complaining.

The drive back to base went much faster than going, especially since there were less nagging voices whining in your ears. Peter and Kamala were just sleeping against one another and Kate was staring out the window, the same as you.

“So, which hat did you go with? The right one I hope,” Yelena said.

“You would be correct. I went with yours.”

“See, nobody listens to me. I have good style!”

You smiled shyly. “You definitely do, there’s no doubt about that.”

You couldn’t help but take a glance at her chosen outfit today. She had a simple button up that was disguised by a beige work coat and another black trench type coat on top. In addition, she had a red bandana wrapped around her neck that matched the red feather poking out on her hat.

It was clear that you weren’t being very discreet about your admiration because Yelena was staring right back at you. This didn’t last long before she swerved back onto the road since she found herself drifting off of it.

You hid your laugh by looking outside your window. You caught a glance of Kate in the side mirror of her smirking face. It was the equivalent of getting caught by your parents in the act. Your face blushed hot in embarrassment and you hoped Kate would forget the act all together. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

When you arrive back to base, you and the rest of the group grab your things and haul them inside. Steve and Bucky looked as if they were just rolling back in on their horses, but no one else was outside.

“Successful trip?” Steve yelled.

“We got what we came for, let’s say that,” Kate responded, quickly running over to you. “What happened back there with you and Yelena?”

You shushed her and looked around for Yelena, but somehow she had already run inside. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t bring that up,” you groaned.

“Wouldn’t bring what up?” Kamala asked, now joining the group. You sighed again.

“Y/n and Yelena had a weird moment on the drive home and it made Yelena swerve off the road,” Kate explained. It was like torture listening to the story once again as if you didn’t already live it.

“Nothing happened! She just couldn’t see or something and accidentally drove off the road.” You tried to justify the coincidence of you and Yelena exchanging glances the same time Yelena decided to use the dirt as a road.

“Right,” Kate smiled, “nothing happened.”

Once the three of you walked inside, all conversation on the topic ceased thankfully. You were greeted by soft music playing from the turntable and the smell of food. Clint and Wanda were in the kitchen cooking up something delicious, while Nat and Sam were concentrating on playing a card game in the living room.

“Wow, what did you guys do-”

“Shhh!” Nat quieted Kamala. “We’ve been going at this for hours and I am not losing to him.”

“Him has a name you know,” Same said, offended.

“It’s probably best if we leave,” you whispered.

You guys walked down the hallway to your room and made yourself at home. You took it upon yourself to fold your new clothes into your trunk to have them neatly packed away.

The rest of the night consisted of a comforting meal and many conversations. You weren’t sure what the next day held, but everyone conveniently called it a night very early which didn’t displease you, as you fell asleep faster than you anticipated.

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You weren’t sure what time it was, but you awoke quite suddenly to crashing coming from outside of your room. When you sat up, Kate was half way out the door and Kamala was starting to sit up to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

When Kate opened the door a man flew through it a few seconds later, slamming into the wall behind Kate and causing the three of you to scream.

“What the hell is going on!” Kate yelled.

“You’re a little late to the party!” Nat said, while choke-slamming someone into the ground.

You and Kamala pulled yourself together and ran into the hallways. From a distance, you saw Wanda levitating another man in the hair with her red, then throwing him out the front door.

The main room was chaos. Steve and his shield were having their way with someone, along with Sam in another corner. The house was too crowded so you, Kate, and Kamala ran outside to find another way to contribute.

Outside, Bucky and Yelena were using hand to hand combat to their advantage. Everything felt like a dream and you couldn’t quite take everyone seriously due to the fact that everyone was fighting in their pajamas. Yelena was beside the house with knives in hand, swinging them closer with each swipe at the man’s neck.

You felt an arrow zoom by and looked up to see Clint up on the roof for a better view. As you accounted for the fight inside and out, you tried to conjure up a plan to end this.

“Kamala, follow me,” you whispered.

She followed you while you ran to the barn. It didn’t take you long to find a gallon or two of gasoline that was residing right inside the doors. For an extra measure, you took a couple handfuls of hay.

Once you were back outside, you instructed her to help spread the gasoline all over the front lawn. On top, you sprinkled the hay to disguise the liquid, as well enhance what was coming to them soon.

You looked at Yelena once again and found her at the wrong time. She had been flipped onto the ground with a man standing over her with her own knife.

Kamala noticed and took quick action. With the power in her bangle, she conjured up her light and sent it flying Yelena’s way. It was measured perfectly, the small shard going directly through his neck. He fell to the ground rapidly, leaving a splatter of blood across Yelena’s face.

Yelena stood up out of breath. “Thanks,” she said to Kamala.

“Alright, we need to keep watch to see who all makes it out and then hopefully all goes according to plan,” you told Kamala and Yelena.

The three of you hit behind the side of the barn where you were still able to have a good view of the front of the house. Within a few minutes, the remaining men ran out of the house.

“There they are!” Kamala yelled.

That was your queue. You closed your eyes and quieted your breathing. Warmth spread from your wrists down into your hands and suddenly a ball of fire was formed before your very eyes. You cast the ball into a long stream of fire that shot directly into the puddles of liquid on the ground.

The gas caught fire immediately, as well as conveniently when the men ran into it. The three men left found themselves engulfed in flames, dancing around trying everything they could to put it out. The rest of the team inside came running out at the sound of screams.

After a few moments, the screams died just as fast as the men that snuck into the house. Everyone contributed to patting the fire with their feet to put out the weak flames.

“Quick thinking, y/n,” said Steve. “Is everyone okay? Belova?”

“Not my blood,” Yelena said, referring to her painted face.

“How did this happen, Steve? I thought Tony worked out all the logistics of this whole shield thing,” Nat said.

“I thought so too. I’ll get in contact with him tomorrow to figure something out to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

You walked over to the charred ground littered with the fallen men. The closest to you was facing the ground, but you flipped him over with your foot so that he was facing the sky.

You heard footsteps behind you. “It’s them,” Yelena said. “The men from town.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Positive, even with his face half melted. I know it’s him.”

You looked down at his body and a chill ran through you. A surface of untouched skin faced towards you with a large and undeniable brand of the Hydra logo you were far from fond of.

“And so it begins.”

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The sun was going down now, signaling the near ending of a wonderful day. You were finishing up your last batch of chocolate chip cookies when you watched some of the guys play a rough game of football. Though they did it every year, you weren’t sure why they continued since it always ended in a fight.

This time was no different as you watched Peter get tackled to the ground by an angry Pietro. There was no way that one did not hurt. You may be Avengers, but you sure as hell still bleed.

You walked down to the field below the compound to see what was the matter. Peter was laying on the ground with a crowd around him.

“That was awesome!” You heard Rocket’s distinctive voice shout.

“Guys, it’s not funny, he’s hurt,” Carol said concerningly.

“I swear I did not mean to hit you that hard, it just… happened,” Pietro explained.

Peter groaned while laying stiff in pain. “Yeah, for sure. The guy with super speed didn’t mean to run full speed ahead into my body…”

“He’s got a point,” you said. Regardless of the situation, you tried to hide your laughter due to Peter’s attempt at being upset.

In the distance, you saw Yelena, Nat, Kate, and Valkyrie huddled next to each other. The thing that stood out most was Yelena’s laughter that resembled the honk of a goose. She was completely bent out of shape chuckling until she was red in the face.

This might do you in for good, and then you would be a terrible friend. You couldn’t stand there and laugh in Peter’s face, so you chose to walk away instead. You found yourself next to Drax, the worst person to be near if you’re trying to be serious. You hoped this time it might be different.

He had his hand buried in a bag of chips and was staring in the distance. You stood next to him and watched as Peter started to get back on his feet. Once he stood up, you noticed the large and noticeable patch of mud that was spread on the back of his pants.

Once Drax caught wind of Peter’s pants, his loud laughter soon followed. He abandoned his bag of chips and clapped his hands together as he lost all control of his body.

“His pants!” he yelled. “They have… they have poop on them! HAHA!” He tried to speak between his wheezing and screaming but it was no use.

“I’m going to take Peter inside, why don’t you guys start the fire,” Steve suggested while grabbing one of Peter’s shoulders and guiding him inside.

“Ooo, you guys are in trouble,” Kamala said.

“You can’t lie, it was a little funny,” you chuckled.

“Oh absolutely, it was hilarious!”

After the fun around Peter's accident had died down, everyone made their way over to the large fire pit that was reserved for the bonfire. Surrounding the pit were several wooden chairs and logs that had been strategically placed to feel the fire’s warmth.

The stars were starting to make their appearance in the sky which meant it was time to start up the fire. Bucky, Sam, and Clint started to work their magic starting the fire with the several dozen large logs that already resided in the pit. Some of the guys spent the morning chopping down a tree or two and splitting logs in preparation for tonight.

In a few minutes, there were sparks flying around the logs until each one was lit aflame. Soon, the fire’s heat was spreading around to everyone, except for you apparently.

You looked around at the faces circling the fire; Agatha and Rio sat far behind the group, Nat and Wanda were now sitting together, and some of the guys were huddling around in a group conversing and laughing.

Though the fire exerted much warmth, you still found yourself shivering underneath your coat. Just in time, Peter was walking towards you in the distance.

“You okay?” you asked him.

“As good as I can be.” He sat down on the log next to you with a groan. “At least it’s a nice night huh?”

“Yeah, for sure,” you said between shivers.

“Oh no, are you cold?”

“Uh, just a tad.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

You expected him to drape part of the blanket he had around him over you, but he did no such thing. Peter was your best friend, but most of the time he was clueless.

“Well, I’m gonna go sit with some of the guys. I’ll catch you later.” Peter awkwardly waved goodbye as you laughed to yourself at his oblivion.

You took this as an opportunity to get up and move to a chair closer. Since most people claimed the chairs before the logs, the only chair that was left was the wooden two-seater chair made for two people.

You sat down closer to the fire and tried to cozy up. You regretted not bringing a blanket down from your room and you were far too lazy to walk all the way back up to find one.

Deciding on just suffering the consequences, you stayed by the fire with only your coat for comfort. To your dismay, warmth still did not find you. You were starting to think you should go inside when the chair next to you creaked.

You looked to your left to find Yelena sitting down, one of the last people you had thought of.

“Cold?” she asked sarcastically. You knew Yelena well enough to know it was sarcasm from the get go.

You knew Yelena, but most everyone else would say otherwise. Based on a decision between the two of you, you opted to keep the relationship between you secret.

You and Yelena had been dating in private for around a year now. You both felt that it would be better to work under the circumstances that you weren’t forming a strong personal relationship. This became hard as time went on, especially now that certain people started to catch on. This was reinforced when you looked across the fire to see Kate, Valkyrie, and Carol staring between you and Yelena with a smirk.

“Uh, what are you doing over here?” you asked her nervously.

“So you’re not cold?”

“No, I’m very cold actually, but-”

“Then no more talking.” Immediately, she unwrapped the thick blanket from around her shoulders and tossed it over you and her own lap. The gesture made you smile and her blatentness made you laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said.

“And you did not answer mine… at first at least.”

“Exactly, which means you get to answer my question next,” you smiled devilishly.

“Can’t a woman just sit where she pleases? This is America after all.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Touché, Yelena.”

You usually spent your time staring at her from afar, or catching glimpses while you were paired on missions, but it wasn’t very often you saw her in her natural form.

Her cheeks were glowing bright and hot as the reflection of the fire casted shimmering shadow. Even though her hair was a mess most of the time, it was still perfectly laid and complimented the rest of her so perfectly. And even though she was wearing a sweatshirt that was clearly too big for her and sweatpants to match, she was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Having Yelena close like this around everyone else was dangerous. Times like these, all you wanted to do was pull her close and take in everything about her.

You could feel Yelena scoot a little bit closer to you. She knew how easily you could be flustered, so it didn’t help when she slipped her hand under the blanket to find yours.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, as if anyone could hear you anyway.

“What, I can’t hold your hand now? I don’t bite, you know,” Yelena huffed, adding a playful smirk at the end. “Well… most of the time.”

You smacked her arm. “Yelena, not here!”

“I’m sorry! How can I not when you look like that?”

Her admiration made you blush. Even with the warmth from the fire, Yelena couldn’t mistake the red spreading all over your cheeks. She took your hand more firmly and squeezed it.

She leaned in towards your face and brought her lips to your ears. “I’ve missed you, detka.”

Her mother tongue never fails to make you shiver. It made it even worse when she decided to bring it out around others.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered.

You stole a long look into her hazel eyes. Her lashes hung low as the day dragged on, giving her a dazed look that you loved. Things felt so much more normal like this than in secret, though you both knew it was for the best.

You heard snickering and you looked across the fire to see Valkyrie, Carol, and Kate giggling to each other and staring at the two of you. Yelena gave them a nice middle finger to shut them up, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the attention of the two of you being seen together.

Once the three of them stopped their mocking, Yelena turned her attention back to you. She looked around and when she saw the coast was clear, she lifted your hand to her lips and gave it a quick kiss.

You couldn’t resist any longer and leaned against her body. She had the perfect balance of strength and comfort.

“Have I ever mentioned that you smell amazing?” you asked Yelena.

“Maybe like once or twice,” Yelena smirked.

Instead of holding your hand, Yelena moved her hand to rest on the skin of your back. She scratched up and down and drew small circles. At this rate, you would be asleep within the next few minutes.

Your assumption was correct, her affection making your eyes heavy. For once, you finally felt warm all throughout, a feeling you had been craving all day.

When you awoke again, your surroundings were dark, indicating the fire had gone out. Looking up, you saw Yelena looking up at the stars wide awake. Somehow, you had ended up with your head in her lap.

You slowly sat up and looked around. The party seemed to be over, as the two of you were the only ones left.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Yelena greeted you.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Long enough for everyone to stare at you while you slept with your head on me.”

You groaned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, why are you saying sorry?”

“I don’t know, I guess because of the whole secrecy thing.”

Yelena stared at you harder. “If I can love you in secret, I can love you just as loud for everyone to see.”

Your heart swelled at the sentiment. You took your chance and grabbed the side of her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Oh how you had missed the taste of her.

She left a kiss on your cheeks and your forehead to top it off. “Let’s go inside then, hmm? The party has just begun,” she smiled.

“You really know how to make every situation dirty, don’t you?”

“What can I say, it’s a gift.”

With the cold autumn chill and stars to guide you, Yelena led you back inside the compound after the end of the most perfect day.

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