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You're Such A by Hailee Steinfeld

Summary: After years of being in an abusive relationship, you met Kate and Lucky and learned your worth. But when gifts start appearing at your work and apartment with no name, you start to wonder if you are truly safe.

Note: There are themes in this story that may be triggering please read all the warnings. There will be spoilers in the warnings. As always my inbox is open if you ever need someone to talk to!

Warning: stalking and stalking behavior, rape/non-con, gun violence, kidnapping, reader's ex is abusive, drinking, protective Kate Bishop and Avengers, nightmares, Gaslighting, injuries, ex family is rich but corrupt, implied sex

Word count: 4.7k

Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush to her front. It was impossible not to melt against your girlfriend. Her face buried into the crook of your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “Coffee is almost ready,” you spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the morning’s tranquility. “And I ordered your favorite; it should be here soon.”

“‘M sleepy,” she grumbled. You smiled and turned around in her arms. Kate returned late last night from a mission. Normally, she would spend the next day in bed or lodging around her apartment with you. However, today was Yelena’s birthday, which meant dinner at the tower and bar hopping tonight to celebrate the blonde.

“I know, baby,” you ran your hands through her hair and massaged her scalp. A smile graced your lips as Kate hummed happily. “Once you have breakfast, coffee, and a shower, you’ll feel better,” Kate smirked.

“Are you going to join me in the shower?” You couldn’t say no to that smile and her incredible blue eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart,” she kissed you quickly.

“Go sit on the couch. I’ll make your coffee and wait for the food,” you wanted to protest since Kate needed her rest, but you preferred how she made your coffee. Stealing another kiss, you walked over to the couch and sat down. Immediately, Lucky jumped next to you and rested his head on your lap. You had to thank this little guy for introducing Kate into your life. You were a veterinarian technician and walked the one-eyed golden retriever’s first check-up. It was a little embarrassing how quickly you fell for the archer; her energy matched Luck. The duo came into your life exactly when you needed them to. You found out your girlfriend of 4 years was cheating on you. Kate was everything Ryan wasn’t. Ryan was controlling, manipulative, and easy to anger.

Your phone buzzed, and you groaned, picking it up. You heard your girlfriend chuckling from the kitchen. Knowing it was Yelena’s birthday celebration, you took today and tomorrow off, but they could call you in if they were short-staffed. However, it didn’t work. It was a text from a number you still need to save. A simple hi with a smiley face. Odd. “Is it work?” Kate asked, managing to carry two mugs of coffee and the breakfast. Quickly, you stood up to help her and pushed Lucky off the couch. She gave you an amused smile at your pointed look when she knew you were annoyed she didn’t ask for help.

“No,” you sipped your coffee, moaning at the taste. You loved teasing your girlfriend that she could make an excellent barista if the whole Avenger gig didn’t work. “It’s a wrong number. I’m going to ignore it.”

You were a disgusting, sweaty mess. A mob of bodies surrounded you, and Kate’s arms were around your waist, holding you close as you danced against her. After a few rounds of shots, Kate pulled you to the club’s dance floor. This was the group’s third bar of the night, and you were feeling the effects of the drinks. There was a buzz flowing through your veins. It was a mixture of the alcohol and Kate’s lips on your neck. You moaned, her lips attacking a sensitive spot underneath your ear. “Fuck,” she groaned. “I’m so close to ditching everyone and taking you back to my apartment.” You were surprised you heard her over the song’s bass and the voices of the other people in the club. Giggling, you turned around to face her. Your arms moved behind her neck.

“I don’t think Yelena would be pleased,” you yelled over the music. “She may kill you.”

“Worth it,” she kissed your cheek. “You’ve been killing me all night in this outfit.” It was why you wore it. Teasing your girlfriend was your favorite pastime. You pulled her closer, placing your lips against hers, and she quickly depended on it. No one else mattered. She consumed all of your senses; the fruity drink she just finished was on her lips, and the faint scent of her perfume and the callouses on her fingers gripped the skin underneath your shirt. It was over too soon as a hand-pulled you away from Kate.

“I have to pee,” America whined, dragging you towards the bathroom. You laughed at the defeated look on Kate’s face. There was no one in the bathroom and no line. America stumbled into the stall and let out a sigh. “You and Kate look good out there,” she yelled as if she was still on the dance floor. You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone. A few messages were in the group chat, and a picture was sent to you. It was you and Kate dancing together. The picture was a little blurry, but you could see your smile, and how Kate looked at you made your stomach flip. You quickly saved the photo and made it your lock screen. America left the stall, cleaned her hands, and dragged you back out. You had enough time to put your phone in your pocket.

“Someone is popular,” you entered the veterinary clinic with your bag over your shoulder and two iced coffees; one was for you, and the other was for Ashley, your best friend and the receptionist at the clinic. “You got some gifts over there.” You handed her the coffee and walked to the table with boxes, flowers, and stuffed animals. A majority had your name on it, while others had the names of your colleagues. It wasn’t rare that patients sent gifts in the form of gift cards and chocolates to show their appreciation. You preferred the chocolates over everything. Carefully, you picked up the stuffed animal resembling Lucky, even missing an eye.

“Can you divide it up between all of us?” You asked Ashley. “I don’t need all of this.” She nodded, wrapping her hands around the coffee mug, and took a sip.

“Are you keeping Lucky 2.0?” She teased. You nodded your head excitedly.

“It’s so cute!” You cooed, squishing its face against yours. “It has no name. I wonder who sent it. I don’t know who to thank.”

“Probably went with one of these gifts,” she shrugged. “Just ask the patients you see. Someone will take credit for it.”

“Honey, I’m home!” Kate’s sing-song voice rang throughout the apartment. It made you smile. Usually, it would put you in a good mood, but not today.

“I’m upstairs,” you called out to her. You heard her take the stairs two at a time to reach you quickly. When the door opened, you refused to move from the cocoon of blankets with Lucky at the foot of the bed. You found yourself spending more and more time at Kate’s apartment than your own: an extra bathroom toothbrush, clothes in her closet, and your shoes by the door. Her apartment was your safe space, so after a brutal day at work, you made your way to her bed and waited for her to come home. Her scent in the blankets tricked your mind into thinking her arms were around you. You were sure Ashley texted Kate to inform her of the day you had. A life-saving surgery went wrong, and you had to consult a grieving family that quickly turned to anger directed at you.

“Hi, baby,” you felt the bed dip under her weight. “What can I do?” You merely shrugged. She sighed, carefully putting her arm around your waist and pulling you into her chest. There was no energy in your body to fight her, and you allowed her to maneuver you until your face was pressed against her chest. Her hair was damp; she must have showered at the tower before rushing over here. “I got you, baby girl. Let go.” You weren’t used to this soft treatment. Kate was always there to pull you into her arms and allow you to fall apart. “I’m so proud of you. You did everything you could,” she praised. You shook your head. The praise felt bitter. You were undeserving of it. “None of that,” she kissed your head. “I know you, sweetheart, you did your best. We can’t save everyone no matter how hard we try.” The tears escaped your eyes, staining the fabric of Kate’s shirt. But she held you tight.

When you arrived at work the next day, a beautiful bouquet of flowers was at your desk with a note. ‘I’ll be thinking about you today.’ There was a heart at the end. You smiled, slipping the note into your wallet. You weren’t sure how Kate had enough time to set this up, but you were grateful. Texting your girlfriend to thank her for the flowers you got to work. It was during lunch that you learned Kate wasn’t the one to send you flowers. Who was it?

Something was happening. More gifts were being sent to the clinic and even your apartment. The notes that were attached had a tone of possessiveness to it. They wanted you; to them, no one else could have you. It was scary. At first, you kept it from your girlfriend, not wanting to worry her, but she found out when gifts were being sent to her apartment. All addressed to you. She arranged her Avenger duties to walk you to work and pick you up once your shift was done. During lunch, she delivered food to you, so you didn’t have to leave. It was a little suffocating and restricting, but you knew she was doing all this to keep you safe until the Avengers could figure out who was behind it.

Ashley was on her lunch, so you were asked to watch the front desk. It was a relatively slow day. Therefore, it was a no-brainier for you to help your friend get ahead on administrative tasks, reaching out to patients to confirm appointments, answering emails, and reminding them about billing issues. You were on the phone when the door opened. “I’ll be right with you.” You said, not taking your eyes away from the screen.

“Take your time,” your stomach dropped at the voice. Ryan. You glanced over the counter and saw your ex. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a few weeks, her clothes a little messy, and dark circles under her eyes. “Finish the call, sweet cheeks,” she smiled, leaning against the counter. Now you saw it, the pistol in her hand. “Go on.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” you went back to booking the appointment. “Yes, we have availability at 2 PM on Thursday.” Could they hear how your voice shook? Ryan was flipping through a calendar the clinic had set up on the counter. “Right, of course. We’ll see you then. Have a great day.” You hung up, saved the appointment on the computer, and wrote on a sticky note letting Ashley know about the call. You added Ryan’s name to it.

“What do you want?” You asked and faced her.

“I’m disappointed, sugar,” she closed the calendar and looked at you. Her smile once caused butterflies in your stomach, and now it scared you. “Everything I’ve given you and not a single thank you.”

“What-?” It hit you suddenly. The gifts. The random text messages. Was the photo her, too? You reassured Kate that it couldn’t have been Ryan. You changed your phone number, address, and even the place you worked when you ended it with her.

“You’ve always been so smart,” she smiled. “Come with me, or I’ll start lighting this place up.” You had no choice but to follow her out of the clinic. To the average eye, you and Ryan looked like a loving couple. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you closer to her, but those who walked the streets couldn’t see the gun pushed into your side. Ryan opened the passenger door, helped you in, and kissed your hand before closing it. It took a lot of self-control to keep yourself seated. The fear of the unknown of that pistol she had. Would she use it on you? Soon, she got in the driver’s seat and let out a sigh. “Baby,” the pet names were making your stomach twist. It was sickening how much you graved them from her at one point. “Safety first,” she reached over you to buckle your seat belt. You felt paralyzed.

“Where are you taking me?” You finally found your voice to ask.

“I’m taking you home.”

Ashley was surprised to walk back into the clinic to find the waiting room filled with patients. Victoria, the other vet tech, was trying to soothe angry humans with equally emotional pets. “What happened?” Ashley asked, walking behind her desk. “Where is Y/n?” She dropped her bag to the floor instead of hanging it up.

“I don’t know,” Victoria said. “But it’s not like her to just leave without letting one of us know.” Ashley frowned but focused her attention on a woman with a very yappy Pomeranian. She smiled, apologized with her best customer service voice, and tried to put out fire after fire.

“Yes,” she said on the phone. “We can reschedule your appointment.” Ashley looked at her calendar and saw the sticky note with your handwriting. It explained that you added another appointment to her online schedule, but Ryan was written at the end of it. Why would you write her name? Unless. “Yes, sorry, I’m here.”

Ryan’s hand rested on your thigh, nails digging into the scrubs. The radio was on, filling the empty silence, but you weren’t able to listen to whatever song was playing. Your skin was on fire, and all of your nerve endings were fixated on her hand on you. “Are you excited to go back?” She asked. “It’s been a while since you’ve been.” You were watching the mileage signs, and the exists she was taking. She was driving towards Cape May, New Jersey. It was a 2-hour drive from the city, and her family owned a few properties out there. During the warmer months, you would take the drive and stay at one of the vacation homes. “Come on, sweetheart, why are you so quiet? You love this drive.” You did. Ryan always drove, so it forced her to spend time with you. You cleared your throat.

“How - how have you been?” You asked. “How’s the business?” Ryan’s family was wealthy. Her family owned resorts in a few tropical islands built long before Ryan was born. High-profile guests and celebrities frequented the resorts due to their impeccable service, stunning locations, and commitment to creating unforgettable experiences. But when Ryan’s grandparents inherited Heritage Luxury Resorts, the business began to take a darker turn. They were too focused on maintaining their luxury lifestyle and took advantage of the indigenous population and the land the resorts were built on. Ryan sighed, tightening her hold on you, and winced from the pain.

“Complicated. Mother and father are being difficult.” Before you broke up with Ryan, you overheard a rumor from the staff working in her house that her parents would kick her out of the will. The business would go to her younger brother.

“I’m sorry,” you placed your hand on top of hers. “I know how hard it is to please them.” You had to keep her happy and please her whenever you could.

“See, I knew you would understand,” she picked up your hand and kissed the back of it. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, Ry Ry,” you had to be strong and wait until Kate came to save you.

Kate’s blood was boiling. It had been since she received the call from Ashley, and Yelena drove her and America to your work. She watched the security footage of your ex threatening you with a pistol, and you left with her. Her anger was simmering in her stomach, and all she saw was red, but there was lingering guilt. She should have pressed harder for you to take time off, but you loved your job. America placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “She must want to know she is responsible,” Yelena said. “With her money and resources, she could have hired someone to do it for her.”

“I’ll have FRIDAY flag her and Y/n’s passport,” America added. “Keeping them in the states limits the number of properties Ryan could take her.” Kate nodded.

“We have to find her,” Kate said. “Ryan is deeply unhinged.” You spent one night explaining every awful thing she did to you. “I don’t know what she’ll do to her.”

Ryan opened the front door to the house for you to walk inside. You could hear the sound of the ocean and smell the salt. It was once senses that provided you comfort. “Go sit, and I’ll make you something to eat.” She kissed your forehead and laced her hand with yours. She led you to the kitchen island and helped you sit on the bar stool. Round the corner, she began to cook. The pistol was on her back. “I can make your favorite. Shrimp scampi.”

“Sounds great,” you forced a smile. It wasn’t your favorite, but it was the only meal she could cook halfway decently. You looked around the house. It has mostly stayed the same since the last time you were there. “Is this where you’ve been staying?” You asked. Ryan nodded.

“I left for here after you broke up with me,” she flashed you a smile. It scared you. “Which was partly my fault that we broke up, but you also allowed your emotions to get in the way.” Was that her half-ass attempt at an apology? Gaslighting you to believe you acted irrationally. Once upon a time, you would have compromised and taken the blame to keep the peace. But that was before you met Kate, the other Avengers, and learned your worth.

“You’re right,” set a bowl in front of you filled with pasta and shrimp that looked like heated-up leftovers. “I should have stayed and not run.”

“See, like I said, so smart. Now enjoy!” you are as you listen to Ryan droning on and on about the legal battles her family was facing. Never stopped to ask how you were doing. It wasn’t always like this - she showed a loving and caring side for the first year and a half. When you were robed in, trapped, she showed her true colors. She made it impossible for you to leave and broke you down, believing no one could ever love you except her. Once you were both done, you washed the dishes and put the leftover food in the fridge. “I have a surprise for you.” She put her arm around you and brought you upstairs to the master bedroom. She gestured at you to open the closed door, but you hesitated. “Open the door, sweetie.” You wanted to refuse, to be stronger than her, but you needed to keep her calm. You had to make her believe you were on her side. Opening the door, you felt sick. The food you ate turned in your stomach; bile moved up your throat. The windows were covered with blackout curtains; the light bulbs were replaced, so the room glowed red. But the walls were covered with pictures. Most were solo pictures of you going to work, walking Lucky, or shopping. The other photos were of you and Kate. However, Ryan photoshopped her face over Kate’s—the dates Kate took you on, Ryan or someone she hired was there. The worst photos were the ones she somehow got you and Kate in bed. You turned to face her. “Do you like it?”

“How? Why?”

“Oh, sweet girl,” she cupped your cheek. “I told you. You are mine. No one can take you from me. I love you, and I know deep down you love me.” No. No. No. At one point, you did. You loved her so much, but now you hated her. You resented everything she did to you that broke you down.

“No,” you mumbled. Ryan hummed in question. “I don’t love you.” You pushed on her chest and ran for the door. She was quick to react and grab your waist. You fought against her, but she was still stronger than you.

“Pretty girl, please, I don’t want to hurt you,” she threw you on the bed and covered your body with hers, pinning your hands above your head. “Stop struggling.” You kept fighting. You couldn’t give up when you had people waiting for you.

“Please let me go, Ryan, please,” you whimpered, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. “I wanna go home.”

“You are home,” Her voice was sickly sweet, and she kissed your cheek dangerously close to your mouth. “You are mine. Now and forever.”

“They cross into New Jersey by the Vincent R. Bridge, and that is where FRIDAY loses them,” Sam explained. Kate found it hard to believe anyone could avoid detection from Tony Stark’s AI. They had footage of you being forced into Ryan’s car and then driving to the bridge. After that, the trail goes dark.

“The Heritages have a few properties in New Jersey,” Maria said. “A few in Newark, Secaucus, and Cape May.”

“Why do you need that many properties in New Jersey?” America mumbled. It was a far point, but Kate was stuck on Cape May. She remembered you telling her stories about a vacation home they owned there. Ryan would take you there after a fight.

“Maria, can you pull up the properties they own in Cape May?” Kate asked.

“If we limit apartment buildings and restaurants,” Jesus, Kate thought, were they trying to create a monopoly? “That leads us to four rental properties.” The front of each house was pulled up on the screen. “Satellite imagining shows vehicles at all 4 of them,” Ryan was brilliant but dangerous, and if they chose the wrong house, she should get tipped off.

“What’s going through your mind, Kate?” Yelena asked.

“She told me that Ryan would bring her to one of these houses after a fight,” Kate explained and stood up. “I just have to think. Give me a second,” she stared at the images, racking her brain for any detail.

‘I know I should hate that place,’ you told her. Your head rested on Kate’s lap with your eyes closed as you told her about your time at Cape May. ‘It was a band-aide that was placed on a serious wound. But I loved being able to walk right on the beach.’

“Remove any of them that don’t have direct access to the beach,” one house was removed. Good. It was a start. Think. Think.

‘There was a pool too. I found myself there when she was off doing god knows what.’

“Do any of them have a pool?” All three pictures remained. “Shit,” she rubbed her hands across her face and crossed her fingers behind her head. It had to be something unique.

‘My favorite part was when we would stay in the master suite, there was a fireplace. I’d love to start a fire and read by it.’

“What house has a fireplace in the master bedroom?” She saw Maria smile, and only one house remained. “That’s where Ryan took her.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked. Yes. No. Maybe.

“Yes, she’s there.” You had to be.

Your body ached as the door opened to Ryan with a glass of water and a wet cloth. She had your arms bonded above your head. Your legs were chained, but she undone them before she had her way with you. Ryan whipped the tears off your face and cleaned between your legs. With even more care, she put on a pair of sleep shorts. “Here,” she held the glass to your lips. “Drink,” you refused to even though you desperately wanted to soothe your throat. Your ex sighed and placed the glass on the nightstand where the pistol was. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you not enjoying our time together?” You closed your eyes, lips quivering. “Hey,” she slapped you on the cheek, and your eyes shut open. “I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

“No,” you answered honestly. “I want to leave.” She stood up and rolled her sleeves to her elbows.

“I gave you everything,” she said. “You are nothing without me. You left me,” she banged her fist against her chest. “For a wannabe Avenger. For a washed-up aristocratic.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” you said. “She is everything you aren’t. You are a -” You let out a shaky breath. “You had your chance, and you blew it. You ripped it up, chewed it, and the more talk you prove it.” Ryan straddled your chest, hand gripping your throat.

“Keep talking. I fucking dare you.” Something snapped inside you. There was so much rage in your stomach.

“You’re such a.” She grabbed the pistol and put it to your temple. “Did you think I would let you crawl back into my life after everything we’ve been through? I’m finally doing better without you.” You spit in her face. A sheering pain rippled through your head. The face before you became unfocused, and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open—a ringing formed in your ears. You couldn’t tell if it was the concussion or if you heard the door was forced open. Suddenly, Ryan’s body was ripped off of you, and different hands grabbed onto you. You knew these hands. Warm, calloused hands. She was saying your name, and your arms were freed.

“Kate?” You whispered.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” you choked out a sob and put your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. “I know. I know.” Her voice shook. “You’re safe. Let’s get you home.”

For the first time in the Heritage family’s history, their money and power couldn’t protect them. Ryan was sentenced to prison, and you helped the prosecutors bring down the Heritage family and gave the land back to the ingenious people they stole it from.

Recovery was slow. The injury on your head from Ryan hitting you with the pistol healed, but you would flinch at every loud noise whenever someone touched you, and your nightmares made you believe Ryan was coming back for you. Work allowed you as much time off as needed, so you spent your days locked away in Kate’s apartment.

You were sitting on the window ledge, head resting on the glass. Your hand was running through Lucky’s fur. “Hi,” Kate said, sitting down in front of you. The archer put her Avenger duties on hold until you were better. You felt a little guilty for it.

“Hi,” you whispered, grabbing her hand and interlocking your fingers with hers.

“How’s today going?” She never asked how you were doing. You grew tired of everyone asking you, so she changed the wording but meant the same thing.

“Today is good,” you answered honestly. It was good. There was no nightmare last night that woke you up. You joined Kate on her walk with Lucky. “Katie,” you hummed in question. “You are,” you paused. Was there a singular word to describe her? “Everything. I don’t think I could get through this without you.” The archer smiled.

“Of course you would have,” she said. “You are so much stronger than you think you are. So much more than whatever lies she told you. You are my beautiful, wonderful, brilliant, and strong girlfriend.” You whipped away a few tears that escaped your eyes. “And I will remind you every single day.”

“Yeah?” You smiled. “Every single day?” She giggled, kissing the back of your hand.

“You are stuck with me, baby. I sincerely apologize,” her eyes widened slightly. “Unless you want to get rid of me, then I would understand, but I would be sad.” You giggled. With a roll of your eyes, you moved to sit between her legs. She rested her head on your shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered. She squeaked but covered the surprise noise with kisses on your neck.

“I love you too,” she softly spoke. In your apartment or hers or at the Avenger tower, with Kate’s arms around you, you were home.

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moonlit-imagines · 26 days

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“Man, why did you do that?!” Kate asked you, rushing to your side and practically sliding across the floor to aid you as you lay down, clutching your abdomen.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” You winced as she lifted your shirt a bit to reveal a nice clean cut across your side. “See? It’s just a scratch.”

“‘A scratch’?!” Your sister exclaimed, reaching into your bag to find a first aid kid, then attempted to dress your wound. “You gotta stop doing this, I’m not gonna be here to patch you up every time.”

“You don’t need to be, I can handle this.” You tried to take the tape from her and she yanked it away, you could see in her eyes the worry she felt. She never wanted you to leave her side and you didn’t either, but this is a different business. It’s dangerous, it takes sacrifice. “I’ll be fine, Kate. It happens to all of us.”

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Dinner Date (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Promised another Kate Bishop fic, so here you go!

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Kate Bishop was your best friend, but you always felt that there could be something more between you. You don't know why. Maybe it was the way her laugh crinkled the corners of her eyes, or how her focus narrowed endearingly when she was concentrating on something, especially you. Maybe it was the way your hands always seemed to find hers, like magnets drawn to an invisible force. Or maybe it was the late-night talks that stretched until dawn, secrets whispered in the hushed tones of intimacy. Either way, you couldn't seem to be able to get her off your mind.

But at the end of the day, it didn't matter. Kate Bishop was your best friend, and nothing would change that, right? There were moments, stolen glances across a crowded room, lingering touches that sent shivers down your spine. Moments that made your heart stutter, questioning everything you thought you knew. Was this just friendship? Or was there something more, something simmering beneath the surface, waiting to boil over?

But for now, you'd cherish the stolen moments, the unspoken feelings, the quiet understanding that bound you together. Because with Kate Bishop, even the unknown felt like an adventure, an adventure you were ready to take, one hesitant step at a time.

"Are you okay?" Kate Bishop asks as she sits down beside you, handing you a warm drink. "You look really out of it."

"I'm good." You lie. You weren't sure why Kate had such an effect on you, but she did.

"Okay, then." Kate smiles, taking a sip of her own drink. "Do you want to come over to the my place for a bit? My mom has a business dinner, so we'll have the house to ourselves. We can watch movies and talk about girls." She smiles at you, making your mind wander to what it would be like if you weren't just best friends.

You smile back. "Sounds great."

When you arrive at the mansion, Kate takes your coat and hangs it up. "Make yourself at home." She tells you, leading you to the living room. "My room is upstairs if you want to hang out there, too."

You nod and take a seat on the couch. "Your mom won't be home until later?"

"Nope. She'll probably be back around midnight, so it's just us."

You feel your cheeks burn. Kate is your best friend. There's no way you could have those thoughts for her running through your mind.

"You okay?" Kate asks, noticing the blush.

"I'm fine." You say, trying to brush it off, even though you know she could see right through you.

Kate smiles and sits down beside you. "We can go to my room, if you'd like."

You nod and get up from the couch, following her upstairs.

"So…" Kate starts, sitting down on her bed. "Any girls caught your eye recently?"

You think about it. There was one girl in your calculus class who was pretty cute. "Actually, yeah. There's this girl in my math class. She's really sweet and kind." Something flashes in Kate's eyes before she quickly hides it. Could it be jealousy? "Oh? What's her name?"

"Um… her name is… Jessica." You fumble with your answer and hope she doesn't notice.

"Jessica." Kate repeats. "She sounds nice…what do you think of her?"

"She's pretty and funny, and she makes me laugh when we're together."

"What does she look like?"

You take a deep breath. You can't tell her the truth, so you'll have to lie again. "She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's tall taller than me, so that's good I guess."

Kate smiles, and it looks forced. Or at least that's what you tell yourself anyway. "Wow. That sounds amazing. As long as I make you laugh the most."

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. "Are you excited for the party?" Kate asks.

"I am. I can't wait to see everyone. It's always nice to have some time away from school."

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At the dinner party, going to Kate's house feels like you just stepped back in time – not into a dusty museum, but into a vibrant, welcoming scene painted with warmth and laughter. Fairy lights twinkle in the garden, the aroma of roasted herbs greets you at the door, and you can hear the boisterous melody of guests in high spirits. Tonight's dinner party, hosted by the effervescent Mrs. Bishop, is more than just a little; it's a test, a gauntlet, a potential launching pad for your burgeoning love for Kate.

You catch Kate across the room, her radiant smile brighter than the string lights. Dressed in a dark suit with the a carefree confidence, she waves you over, her eyes sparkling with unspoken secrets. As you mingle with the guests, a motley crew of businessmen, academics, and even a retired spy (courtesy of Mrs. Bishop's new branch of security), you feel a nervous fluttering in your stomach.

Impressing Kate's mom isn't exactly a walk in the park. Mrs. Bishop is a force of nature – a whirlwind of opinions, witty jabs, and infectious laughter. But beneath the playful banter, you know she cherishes Kate fiercely, her heart a fortress guarded by love and protective instincts.

Throughout the evening, you navigate the social battlefield with finesse. You trade quips with Kate's eccentric uncle, regale the spy with a (mostly truthful) story about your childhood escapades, and even manage to survive a fierce debate about the merits of abstract art with Mrs. Bishop herself. All the while, Kate's eyes dance with a playful challenge, silently cheering you on.

The dinner table, groaning under the weight of culinary masterpieces made by the catering company, becomes the stage for more lighthearted jousting. You find yourself drawn into debates about everything from Shakespeare's sonnets to the best places to stargaze in the city. Your voice falters once or twice, but Kate, your loyal knight in shining armor, leaps in with witty commentary and gentle support.

As the night deepens, the conversation takes a more personal turn. You share stories of your childhood, revealing vulnerable glimpses into your past. Mrs. Bishop listens intently, her gaze unwavering, searching for something only she can understand. And then, you catch her eyes softening, a hint of approval flickering in their depths.

The evening culminates with a bonfire in the garden, its crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the faces around you. You and Kate steal away under the cloak of starlit sky, her hand nestled comfortably in yours. In the intimate quiet, you confess your feelings, whispering words that have been building for months.

Kate's reply is a silent smile, a tender kiss under the watchful gaze of the stars. In that moment, you know you've won her mother's approval, not through grand gestures or forced bravado, but through your genuine affection for Kate, your willingness to be vulnerable, and your own spark of joy that mirrors hers.

The embers of the bonfire die down, but the warmth of the evening lingers. You leave Kate's house hand in hand, her mother's farewell hug filled with a newfound warmth. This dinner party wasn't just about good food and family; it was about laying the foundation for a future, a future where Kate's laughter fills your home, where her dreams intertwine with yours, and where Mrs. Bishop becomes not just a formidable mother-in-law, but a cherished friend, a woman who sees the depth of your love for her daughter and welcomes you with open arms.

So, as you walk away from the twinkling lights of Kate's house, your heart brims with quiet joy. You may have entered through the gates of nervous anticipation, but you leave a seasoned warrior, the scars of laughter and shared stories on your heart, the promise of a love story nurtured in the warm glow of Mrs. Bishop's dinner party forever etched in your memory.

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 8 months

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appreciation

Clint Barton x F!Reader

Prompt: “is that my shirt?”

Summary: you borrow one of clint's shirts after a fight leaves yours ruined, and he can't help but show you just how much he likes seeing you wear it.

Warnings: smut, mdni, cock-warming, oral sex (female receiving), fluff.

Word Count: 1,616

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“You know, if SHIELD wants us to keep doing all these recon missions in plain clothes, you’ve either got to stop blowing our cover, or they’ve got to start reimbursing me for clothes,” you called out drily as you stepped out of the bathroom, flinging your ruined shirt away in disdain. An unplanned brawl had ended with your shirt torn and your jeans stained, and you’d forgone reporting in in person to make a pitstop at your partner’s apartment. He’d drawn the short straw to call it in, and you’d made liberal use of his shower while he patched himself up.

“I swear I didn’t do it on purpose,” Clint called back from the other room. “There were…”

“Honey, if you say ‘extenuating circumstances’, I’m gonna kick your ass.” you replied, grabbing a shirt out of a drawer and slipping it on over your head. Pain thrummed through your shoulder, and you grimaced but otherwise ignored it. The shirt dampened with the wet hair clinging to your neck, the hem of it skirting along the top of your thighs indecently.

“Safe to say I wasn’t, seeing as I can’t even pronounce…” Clint trailed off as he entered, a couple of fresh bandages taped over his ribs. His phone was still in his hand, the screen dark. “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at yourself for a brief moment, nodding. “Uh, yeah? I don’t have any clothes here, and I didn’t think you’d—”

“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You couldn’t help a disbelieving scoff. “Seriously? I—”

The phone fell from Clint’s hand, bouncing on the carpet. He closed the distance between you, took hold of your waist and pulled you into a kiss. His hands bunched in the shirt over your waist, tugging the fabric taught against the small of your back and urging you closer to him. You whined against his lips, your own hands moving to clutch at his biceps. When you parted, Clint spoke a breath away from your lips, a surprising roughness in his voice that sent a thrill right down through the middle of you.

“Yes, seriously. Now stop arguing.”

You laughed as he pushed you gently back against the bedside table. It rattled as it hit the wall and Clint’s mouth met yours again. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips parted in a gasp as Clint’s mouth moved from yours to kiss the side of your throat. He lingered there teasingly; his breath hot against your neck as his fingertips trailed up the outside of your naked thighs.

Your fingers ran through his hair as he moved lower, kissing his way down over the skirt to the hem of it. You whimpered as he knelt in front of you urged your thighs apart. “Clint—”

He gave your thigh an open-mouthed kiss, his teeth teasing over the sensitive flesh as his hand journeyed up your other leg. Clint hesitated as he realized you hadn’t had the chance to put your underwear back on, sighing almost reverently. His breath made goosebumps rise on the inside of your thighs. You shivered.

“Fuck…”

“Oh, God, Clint…” you moaned as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue immediately finding your clit. You almost fell back against the bedside table, your hand grasping at the top of the bedhead to your left. Your other hand ran fingers through his hair, the answering ache in your shoulder worth the way he groaned into your cunt. His arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, grabbing at the flesh of them holding you in place under his tongue.

The edge of the wood bit into the back of your thighs, and Clint pushed them further apart. You obliged by sitting on the table, planting one foot on the mattress beside you. Clint rewarded you by sliding a finger into you, his eyes meetings yours from between your thighs.

Fuck, he was good at this. He seemed to truly relish it, and the feel of his bare shoulders pressing up against your thighs, forcing them to stay spread wide, made you shudder. You arched further into his touch with a moan as he reached up to squeeze your breast through his shirt.

Bucking under his tongue, your shoulders falling back against the wall, you heard his too-old alarm clock crack dully against the carpet. Your eyes rolled back behind closed lids, and when you came it was with a drawn-out moan of his name, your thighs quivering on either side of his head.

Before you could even catch your breath Clint rose, a pained grunt quietly leaving him as he pressed a hand to the bandages on his side. Still, he didn’t hesitate to kiss you again, his erection pressing against your stomach as he leaned into you. You shuddered as the fingers of his other hand continued to tease against your clit slowly.

Palming him through his sweats, you smiled as Clint groaned against your mouth, and he broke away to press his forehead against yours. Standing on shaking legs, you gently forced him to turn so you could urge him back onto the bed. Clint snickered as his back met the mattress obediently, but the sound died in his throat as he watched you move to straddle his lap slowly, the shirt riding up on your thighs.

You tugged his sweats down to his mid-thighs, tracing your nails up along his sensitive skin. Clint’s head fell back against the bed as you lowered yourself against him, mindful of his injury.

“So, I got all that just for borrowing a shirt?” you asked, grinding yourself slowly against the length of his cock.

Clint’s hands found your legs, sliding up along them take hold of your hips. “Oh, you’re keeping the shirt.”

You giggled, leaning down and bracing yourself on your good arm to kiss him again. Clint wrapped his arms around your middle, hand slipping up under the soft fabric to spread over your lower back. “And just like that, step one of my evil plan is complete.”

Clint smiled, his nose bumping affectionately against yours. “And what’s the endgame here, mastermind?”

You kissed the underside of his jaw. “I’m going to keep on stealing your clothes until you’re left butt-ass naked and at my mercy.”

Clint chuckled, cupping your cheek and bringing your mouth back to his. He kissed you slowly and long, another wave of delicious giddiness swirling in your belly.

“Downright devious,” he mumbled with a smile against your lips, the words melting into a deep, heady moan as the next slow roll of your hips over his pressed the head of his cock into you. Your eyes closed as you lowered yourself further onto him. His lips caught yours again, moving to your chin, the underside of your jaw, the base of your throat. Clint cursed breathlessly as you began to fuck yourself lazily on his cock. “Shit, baby…”

His hands moved to your backside, massaging the flesh, pressing your body tighter against his. Clint’s lips dusted over your jaw, cheek, and your forehead, your nose crinkling as his lips brushed lightly along the tip of it. The light filtering through the blinds cast his skin in a warm glow, his eyes alight with an affection that warmed the very core of you.

The way he looked at you… the heat in his eyes mixing the way he filled you… the both of them sent a dizzying high dancing up your spine. You barely moved, the two of you near-breathless just from the feeling of him inside you. You lay your head on his chest, basking in the warmth of his embrace and the sun. The next words left you unwillingly. “…Exactly how soon do they expect us to report in?”

Clint groaned softly, his hand sliding up your back. “I was hoping you weren’t going to ask me that.”

You pouted, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. “That soon, huh?”

You whimpered as Clint pushed his hips up into yours, agonizingly slow. His hand moved into your hair, fisting in the locks as he pulled you into another kiss. This was deeper than the brief, affectionate brushes of his lips, hungrier. More passionate. You moaned into it.

“We’ve got time,” he told you softly, groaning into another kiss as you began to roll your hips against his again. You fucked him slow, steadily, your body tingling wherever it met his. Clint slipped a hand between you, and your eyes rolled back, closing as he touched two fingers to your clit.

“Fuck…”

“Uh, uh, sugar,” he murmured, his other hand cupping your cheek. “Eyes open for me.”

You cursed again, too focused on the building sensation in your core to respond.

“C’mon, baby, please,” he urged, his voice torn with desire and his own steadily approaching release. After teasing each other, after just feeling you squeezing around him, he was too far gone already. “Look at me.”

You forced your eyes open dazedly, lips parting as you hovered inches over him. Clint’s breath tickled your lips, his hands tightening on your hips before you both came, your body shaking over his.

“Damn…” you sighed, letting your head fall back against his chest. Clint chuckled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His arms encircled your waist again, fingers linking together loosely.

“You can say that again.”

“Damn.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Clint snickered, shaking his head against the mattress. “I meant what I said about you keeping the shirt.”

“Good,” you replied with a smile. “Because there is no way I am ever going to give it back now.”

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babyjackdaniels · 3 months

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 1 year

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Earpiece Patch

Characters: Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Clint and Kate seek you out for some tech assistance after a mission gone wrong.

Kate looked at the broken hearing aid that Clint was holding tightly and felt a little bad about the whole incident. Wanting to make it up to her hero, she perked up and bumped his shoulder. He looked at her.

“I know someone who can get that fixed.” She told him momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t hear her clearly.

Clint squinted at her, trying to read her lips but the young girl spoke too fast so he shook his head and spoke over her.

“I didn’t understand a word you said.” He said and then lifted the earpiece. “I know someone who can fix this.”

Kate shrugged and continued to follow his lead.

They ended up at a fancy house completely decked out with holiday decorations much to Kate’s excitement when she saw the glass panelled door.

“Whoa, who lives here? They’ve got nice taste.” Kate complimented as she walked up the small stairs to the front porch. “Very exquisite-hey!”

To her surprise, the bow in her hand was quickly taken away by Clint who tossed it, and his own bow, into the hedges and out of sight.

“What was that for?”

“We’re here for a casual visit. So no bows.” Clint explained, guessing that she had just asked a question from the way she frowned. He pressed the doorbell and waited as the lights flashed blue. The duo waited for a silent minute, Kate rocking on her heels.

“Maybe no one’s home?” She considered but it fell on partially-deaf ears.

Just as she was about to tap Clint on the shoulder and repeat herself, the lock clicked from inside and the door swung open revealing another Avenger that Kate was obsessed with.

Y/n - dubbed ‘the most badass Avenger’ by Kate - was holding a box of Hulk-green baubles under one arm while tinsel was hanging around their neck, a few loose flecks making it to their forehead.

When you saw the pair, you mouth turned upward into a grin.

“Hi, what an unexpected surprise!” You said and set the baubles on the ground. Crossing the threshold, you wrapped your arms around Clint first and then stepped over to Kate to repeat the motion. The young archer may have received a face full of gold tinsel but the hug was so warm, Kate almost didn’t want to let go until Clint cleared his throat.

Kate released her hold and stepped back completely elated to be meeting another hero. She was going to keep her cool. She was going to be very chill and relaxed and…

“I love you.” She blurt out.

Clint’s hearing may have been difficult but he knew what those words sounded like no matter how unclear. He closed his eyes and exhaled.

“God.”

Kate quickly tried to explain her outburst. “I mean, I love you as an Avenger! Not that I don’t love you as a person because I do but you’re so badass when you’re fighting bad guys you should do it more. Not like I want bad guys constantly attacking you or anything. I’m just going to stop… talking… now.”

You found Kate to be incredibly sweet and adoring. You had experience with fans who were very vocal about you being an Avenger. Reassuring the young woman that she hadn’t said anything offensive, you stepped to the side.

“Come in, I had gingerbread in the oven. Could use a hand with decorating since Scott rushed out to get some extra supplies.”

“Scott as in Scott Lang? The Antman?” Kate repeated.

You chuckled, sending her a wink. “The very same.”

Clint walked in with Kate eagerly following behind. It was everything she had imagined your home to look and feel. They entered the large kitchen area and took some seats at the island bench where all the decorating tools were sitting ready. You headed to the oven to retrieve the gingerbread cookies instantly filling the air with a warm gingery aroma. You carefully brought them back to the bench and took off the oven mitts, opening your palm towards Clint.

“Let’s see it.” You said.

Chuckling, Clint tilted his head and glanced over to Kate who shrugged. You smirked and tapped a hand on the bench top, illuminating the surface in a similar light to the doorbell. You skimmed your fingers hand across the surface and sent a video to the pair showing them footage of themselves at the doorstep hastily tossing their bows and weapons into the bushes.

“…ah.” Clint nodded.

Kate cleared her throat, “To be 100% transparent, he caught me off guard.”

You smirked at the young girl. “Welcome to ‘Avenger-ing’.” You then quirked a brow to your long-time friend and watched him reach into his pocket to pull out his hearing aid. He handed it over and you assessed the damage by holding it up to the light.

“Looks like someone stepped on it.” You guessed and brought it back down. Stepping back, you looked at the cabinets and opened the second last one to reveal a box. Lifting it, you set it on the bench and started to rummage through the contents for the right pliers and tools.

“I can fix this in no time.” You confirmed, your words being subtitled on the bench top. “In the meantime, you could pay me back by helping to frost these.”

Kate grinned excitably and looked to her hero on the side as if for permission. Clint picked up a cookie and shrugged.

“It’s Christmas, why not.”

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thewitchandtheassassin · 10 months

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Kabob (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Summary: Being realistic is not Kate’s forte.

Words: 370

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of toys, strap ons.

A/N: This is based entirely off of a ridiculous conversation my girlfriend and I had.

No taglist on this because who knows if I’ll do a drabble night tonight with this or not.

-X-

Stepping into the quaint shop you’d passed a handful of times since you’d moved to New York, your face remained deceptively impassive as your girlfriend paused in the doorway, body tense with cautious anticipation. You squeezed her hand, both a gentle prod forward and in hopes of soothing her nerves.

She wandered further into the abode, leading you with soft tugs and thoughtful hums as you explored the shelves and aisles, smirking with little gasps of surprise every once in a while. You could feel the occasional stare of other patrons as you meandered past, obviously startled at the sight of two Avengers but you paid them little heed.

Pausing in front of the section you’d intended to peruse, Kate’s fingers clenched around yours excitedly. Keeping quiet, silently vetoing items as Kate’s free hand brushed over them, you nearly swallowed your tongue as she lingered above an absolute “no”.

Not just no, but hell no.

“What about this one?” she squeaked, dark eyes wide and innocent as she stared at you. “It’s long, because, y’know, obviously length is important and it’s pretty thick. Oh! And it vibrates! That would have to feel good, right? I mean…”

Hooking your thumb below her chin, you softly shook your head and pressed a mild peck to her mouth, halting her never-ending stream of babbles.

“My love,” you mumbled, tugging back slightly. “You’re insane if you think your body can handle that. Halfway in and you’d feel it in your throat.”

Her cheeks went hot with embarrassment, but you simply smiled and kissed the side of her head.

“I have no intentions of rearranging your guts or stabbing vital organs. Bigger isn’t better, in this particular case.” Winking playfully, you dragged her back towards the realistically sized toys. “Quality over quantity, baby.”

Kate giggled timidly, burying her face in the side of your neck. “Thank God. That thing was terrifying. I’m pretty sure it’d puncture something. I’d be a kabob.”

“You’d be dead. And trust me, I don’t want to explain to Yelena how I managed to kill her best friend with my new dick. I’m fairly certain she’d find a creative way to murder me with it… and not in a fun way.”

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fandomnerd9602 · 8 months

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Y/N opens their bedroom door…

Clint: I heard sounds last night. I told you no overnight guests

Y/N: I’m a grown adult, dad. I can bring in whoever I want.

Clint: with all that noise you were making you could’ve woken up, Kate!

Kate falls out of the nearby closet…

Kate: sorry baby I tripped on- uh…hey Clint!

Clint:

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helloalycia · 1 year

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watching TV [three] // kate bishop

summary: after your feelings come at you in full force, you're not sure what to do with your relationship with Kate.

warning/s: mentions of injury and violence.

author's note: this is the last part! i hope you all liked it :)

one / two / masterlist / wattpad

The night of the event soon arrives and as if worried that Kate will somehow back out last minute, Kate's mum sends over a driver to stop by both of our places and pick us up.

Always the people-pleaser, I have no choice but to wear the dress she bought for me. It isn't actually too bad, but the pressure of wearing something extremely expensive (because I have no doubt it costs more than all of my belongings put together) and not damaging it is intense.

I'm picked up first and Kate doesn't live far, but the last thing I expect when the driver stops outside her place is for her to be wearing the exact opposite of what her mum left her. In fact, instead of the strapless, elegant blue dress she was given, she's decided to wear a scarlet-coloured tuxedo. She pulls it off extremely well, I'm not blind, but it's hard to appreciate when I know she's only done it to piss of her mum.

"Wow, you look beautiful," is the first thing she says when she sits beside me in the backseat.

I give her a look of disbelief, ignoring her bright smile and the way my insides go all mushy at her words. "Seriously? Kate, what happened to the dress?"

She shrugs, putting her seatbelt on. "Wasn't feeling it."

I sigh deeply, leaning back into my seat as the drivers sets off. "Your mum is gonna kill you, you know that, right? She gave me one job. Get you there in a somewhat-respectable outfit."

"Hey, this is respectable!" she defends, tugging at her bow tie and grinning at me. "Don't I look great?"

Trying my very hardest not to give in to her charm, I give her a sideways glance. But of course, the most adorable expression is staring back at me and she really does look good. She must notice I'm giving in because she starts to laugh.

"I knew you loved me," she decides, smiling to herself as she looks out the window.

"Luckily," I mumble, trying to fight the smile from my own lips.

When we arrive at the hall booked out for the event, I'm not surprised at how lavish and amazing everything looks, from the venue itself to all of the wealthy people in it. I don't expect anything less from the Bishops. But it still takes some getting used to.

Kate's mum finds us in no time, greeting us, (scolding Kate), showing us around and then leaving us to acquaint ourselves as she gets ushered away by some guests. Again, this sort of thing isn't my cup of tea, neither is it Kate's, but I put on my best pretence and try to at least look like I'm enjoying myself. Kate is a lot more transparent with her feelings however, so it seems that distracting her is the only way to get her to behave.

"Okay, your mum has glared daggers at us three times from across the room because you won't stop messing about," I tell her after removing the breadstick from her hand that she is pretending is a magic wand. "How about we play a game?"

"A game," she says, unconvinced. "What game?"

I bite my lip, looking around the room for inspiration. Something has to keep Kate occupied apart from torturing her mother. But the only thing here are a bunch of guests whom I know nothing about. It's some sort of networking event for all the people in Kate's mum's circle – nothing that I can get involved in but definitely something for Kate if she was interested.

"Kiss, marry, kill," Kate suddenly says, and I glance at her with a raised brow.

"Pardon?"

She smiles cheekily as she always does. "Let's play kiss, marry, kill with the people around us. C'mon, it'll be fun."

"Will you sit still for two minutes if I say yes?"

"Cross my heart," she mutters mischievously, motioning across her chest with her finger.

I groan quietly, grabbing two drinks from a nearby waiter as they walk by. "Fine. Let's go find a seat."

She accepts the drink I give her and we take a seat in one of the few seating areas. It's occupied by a few other guests, but Kate and I are able to snag a small couch with the perfect view of this corner of the room.

"Okay, me first," she says with a childish excitement, eyes scanning the guests. "Okay, I've got one. That couple there and the old guy behind them."

I follow her gaze, spotting who she's talking about. "The woman with the curly hair?" She hums, so I answer, "Easy. Fuck the old guy, marry the woman, kill the boyfriend."

She snorts with amusement. "Really? Fuck the old guy?"

"He gives off better vibes than the sleazy boyfriend, what can I say?" I say with a shrug, making her laugh. "Seriously, what is it with pretty girls dating gross guys?"

She rolls her eyes playfully. "If only we knew."

"It's a phenomenon that needs to be studied," I say seriously, before looking around. "Okay my turn. That woman over there by the table. Red dress. Dark hair. Her, the guy who looks like her son that she's talking to. And the lady beside him."

She scrunches her nose up, laughing. "Oh, Y/N, c'mon! That's gross! It's incestuous!"

I chuckle. "I said they looked related, not that they were! Now answer."

She nudges me slightly before getting comfortable and narrowing her eyes. After staying deep in thought for a moment, she decides, "Okay, fuck the red dress, marry the daughter-in-law, kill the son."

I laugh at her bluntness, before slapping her leg. "Kate, why did you have to say it like that?!"

She turns to me, eyes flickering between mine as an amused smile tugs at her lips. "What? I don't know what you mean."

She definitely does, but I let her have it as I shake my head dismissively.

"Okay, make mine challenging like I did with yours," I tell her, before taking a sip of my drink.

"You found me a MILF, it wasn't too challenging," she jokes, making me stifle another laugh because the nearby guests are definitely sending confused glances our way.

"A MILF?" I return the teasing, raising an eyebrow. "Right, where's your mum at?" She gasps as I continue the bit, looking around and saying, "Eleanor Bishop? Do you see her?"

"That's disgusting!" she exclaims, yanking me back and slapping me on the shoulder as I sink into a fit of laughter. "I'm gonna throw up. Actual vomit is rising in my mouth, god!"

"I'm kidding," I say between laughter, tears forming in my eyes because she looks disgusted and I love it. "Well, kind of. Your mum scares me, don't get me wrong, but she could technically be classified as a MILF."

Kate makes a vomiting gesture with her hand and mouth, making me grin.

"Don't worry, I prefer her daughter anyway," I say reassuringly, not realising it's slipped out until she does a double take.

Oh my god, why the hell did I say that?!

Hoping to play it off as mere friendly banter, I look the other way, distracting myself with my drink.

"Your go then, c'mon," I say nonchalantly, trying to change the subject.

I feel her nod beside me and wait, wondering if it is suddenly hot in here or if it is just my embarrassment haunting me. Glancing over at Kate, I see she's smiling to herself as she too distracts herself with her drink, and immediately look away because– nope. I'm not even going there.

A few hours pass and Kate and I are having a blast. Luckily, I manage to keep her out of her mum's laser stare for most of the evening, distracting her with silly games and the snacks table. It works, until Eleanor herself finds us and unfortunately has to excuse Kate from me so she can introduce her to some of the company's investors. After giving Kate a warning look that meant for her to behave, I let her go and busy myself with making a plate of food.

"Can I just say that I love your dress, sweetie."

I look up when I realise someone beside me is speaking to me. It's an older lady, gorgeous in every aspect of the word and whom I've never seen before. Actually, now that I think about it, she might be one of the women Kate and I deemed a MILF in our fuck, marry, kill game earlier tonight. Trying to erase that from my brain, I smile at her gratefully.

"Thank you," I say, before returning the compliment. "I love yours, too! Red really is your colour."

She waves a dismissive hand, though is smiling all the same. "Please, I just threw this on."

I chuckle a little, before looking back to my plate, wondering if she's going to leave, but she doesn't.

"You're here with the Bishops, right?" she asks, making conversation as she too makes a plate of food.

"Yep."

"Eleanor's daughter, Kate... her girlfriend, right?"

"Yep." Then my eyes widen and I look up. "Wait, what was that?"

The woman pauses, confused. "Kate? Your girlfriend?" She smiles kindly. "I saw you both together and you look lovely. It's sweet she brought you along." She laughs as I digest her words, leaning in and adding, "My husband did the same with me, but between you and I, I'd rather have stayed home."

I smile awkwardly, though I'm still reeling from her assumption. "I, erm, sorry, but I think you've misunderstood." At her head tilt of confusion, I clarify, "Kate and I– we're not– we're just friends."

Gosh, why am I so flustered right now?

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

Embarrassed, she laughs uncomfortably. "Oh, my, wow, I'm so sorry for assuming! I just– as I said, I saw you both around all evening and you were together, laughing and looking all cosy and– never mind. I'm sorry. It's nice of you to have joined her anyway."

Wishing the Earth would swallow me up here and now, I merely smile awkwardly and nod. She looks as uncomfortable as I and smiles once more before leaving with her plate of food.

After doing the same, I find an empty standing table with the intention of eating, but all I can think about is this evening. Yes, tonight has been fun and a lot of that is down to Kate, but that's not any different from any other night, is it? We're just friends.

I look up, searching for the girl in question and hoping she's almost done with her mingling – it seems that whenever I'm left alone, I start to overthink every single thing. I find her across the room, stood slightly behind her mother as she's talking to some guests. Kate's smiling politely, nodding and surprisingly behaving, but I know her well enough to know she's extremely bored. Glancing around thoughtlessly, her eyes catch mine and she immediately brightens up, smiling for real. I return her smile with my own, watching as she looks back to her mum when she's involved in the conversation.

She's saying something, earning a laugh from the guests, before she's bored yet again. Her eyes catch mine once more and she tries to suppress her smile as she widens her eyes, looking to the guests next to her.

Behave, I mouth to her with amusement, but she doesn't listen.

She looks back to her mum and the guests, but I notice her hand behind her back, making a chatterbox gesture. She's doing it on purpose to make me laugh and, goddamn it, I hate that it works. Glancing at me again, I spot a mischievous glint in her eyes, even from across the room, and it makes my insides go warm and fuzzy.

Oh, God, there it is again. It keeps happening, a lot more than usual tonight. Am I falling for her? It can't be. Because it will ruin everything. Sure, I sometimes see her and think 'wow, she's just effortlessly pretty today' – but that's mere appreciation! And the cosy feeling I get whenever I'm around her is nothing more than a safety net because she's my best friend. It isn't anything more, it can't be. It's not allowed to be.

Fuck, I think it is.

My palms grow clammy with nerves as I begin to panic slightly. Fuck, fuck fuck. I don't like Kate. I don't.

Liking someone, especially someone as important as Kate... No. Memories of Hannah comes to my mind. What she said, how I felt when she just decided to leave, just like that.

No. I refuse to have that happen again.

A tap on my shoulder interrupts my panicked train of thought and I jump, looking up. It's Kate, smiling humorously as she looks between my plate and I.

"Are you done hoovering the appetisers?" she teases, but my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest and I can't find it in myself to smile.

"What's up?" she asks with mild concern, lowering her head to find my eyes, but I can't meet hers.

I can't be here any longer.

"I'm not feeling well," I say, mouth dry.

She snickers. "It's probably all the bread rolls you've put away."

I shake my head, stepping back and making her drop her hand from my arm. "I've gotta go home."

Realising I'm serious, her smile drops. "Wait, what? What's wrong?"

She reaches for my hand, holding it lightly and taking a second to study my expression. The simplest of touches makes my skin burn, and it doesn't help that she's watching me with the utmost concern. Blue eyes are softened, twinkling, beautiful... She's always cared this much, hasn't she? I've just never noticed.

"I'm just not feeling entirely well," I try to reassure with a small smile. "Maybe I did eat too much. I should go before I throw everything up."

"Okay, I can come with you," she says.

"No," I say quicker than I should have, making her raise an eyebrow. "I mean, it's your mum's event. It won't look right, you leaving early. Stay, please."

She frowns, eyes flickering between mine. "Are you sure? I'd rather be with you."

My heart swells instinctively, touched by her words, and I try my hardest to stop feeling this way, but the only way it will stop is if she stops looking at me like she is.

"I'll be fine," I promise her, needing her to let go of my hand because I can't feel it anymore.

"Okay," she gives in reluctantly, letting go. "Call me if you change your mind and I can stop by."

I nod, forcing a smile and avoiding her eyes. "Will do. Have a nice evening, Kate."

Just when I'm about to turn and leave, she steps forward and hugs me. It's brief, but my whole body is on fire by the time she lets go.

"Feel better," she says sweetly, smiling.

Oh, I'm fucked.

It's hard not to overthink every single interaction I've ever had with Kate following the evening of her mum's event. I can't help it.

Back when we first became friends at university, she's always been so considerate, so easygoing, so lovely to me. She's just a naturally caring person and she's never let me down, not once. And I've loved and appreciated every part of it, though nothing more than in a platonic appreciation sort of way. It had to be like that because I was with Hannah, and why would I think of my best friend in any other way when I had a girlfriend at the time?

But lately... I don't have a girlfriend anymore, and now my feelings for Kate are no longer platonic. I try to ignore it, but every touch, every glance, every sweet thing she says to me is misinterpreted on my end. I know I'm falling too hard too fast, but I can't stop it. Why now? What's so different now versus three years ago?

I don't know. I just know that every moment I spend with her, I can't not feel how I do when I'm around her. Elated, fuzzy, warm. She doesn't know and I'm not planning on telling her. I don't think she feels the same, and if she does? Well, all the more reason to keep this to myself because it would only lead to the inevitable, and that's something I'm actively trying to avoid.

I can't say it's going too well though.

Kate has been on a mission for the past two weeks and I haven't missed her this much in a long time. So, when her return date finally arrives, I bring a box of doughnuts and head over to her apartment to see her.

"Kate?" I ask, knocking on the door before pulling out my key. "It's me, I'm letting myself in!"

When there's no refusal, I do just that and look around, only to find her sitting on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on her shoulder and a compact mirror in her hand. My eyes widen when I see the fresh cuts on her face, matching the black eye forming.

"Oh my god, Kate!" I exclaim, shutting the door and leaving the box on the kitchen table before rushing over to her. "What the hell happened?"

She smiles, though it's pained. "Minor incident on the mission. Not a big deal."

I sit beside her, raising my eyebrows. "Seriously? Don't they have an infirmary at the Compound?!"

Lowering the mirror, she tuts defeatedly. "Ah, you got me. The mission went fine, but there was a mugging happening close by on the way here and I couldn't just watch it go down."

Sighing, I can't help but look at the swelling on her eye and the small bleeding cuts. "That's very heroic of you, Kate, but you need to be careful. You're not invincible."

"Well, if you were getting mugged, wouldn't you hope somebody would step in and help?"

"Yes, but–"

"There you go then," she cuts me off with playful smile. I give her a disapproving look, and she merely winks and gets back to cleaning up the cuts on her face in the mirror.

Rolling my eyes, I take the mirror from her hand and close it. "Let me help, idiot."

Relieved, she gives in without a fight and explains what to do. After listening, I take over and finish cleaning up the cuts, applying little plasters to help them close up. Thankfully, it's nothing too serious, but I definitely don't feel good about seeing her in pain like this.

When I'm done, she thanks me before lifting the frozen peas from her shoulder with a wince.

"Do you need to see a doctor?" I ask with concern, taking the peas from her hand and putting them to the side.

She shakes her head casually. "Nah, I'll be alright. It's just bruised. The guy got a good whack with his bat."

I frown subconsciously, hating the thought of her fighting a thug as is. She's capable, I know, but reckless, too.

"How have you been anyway?" she asks, leaning back into the couch with a content sigh. "Tell me everything I've missed these past few weeks."

Reluctantly, I share what I've been up to. Nothing exciting, mainly work stuff, but she listens intently all the same, a captivated smile on her face.

"That's me, anyway," I finish. "I just came by to see how you are. Brought some doughnuts, too. If I'd known, I would have brought a doctor."

She rolls her eyes with amusement, before her eyes settle in the kitchen. "You didn't have to, but I can't say no. One might say, I dough-nut mind if I do."

It's such a terrible joke, but it brings a small smile to my lips anyway. Satisfied, she smiles before attempting to stand up quickly. She flinches instantly and sits back down, hand falling to her shoulder.

"Easy, Kate," I tell her, keeping her still and resting my hand atop hers. "You can't rush around like that."

"Sorry," she mumbles, frowning at the pain before sighing once it passes.

"You seriously need to be more careful," I tell her sternly, eyes roaming her face. "Returning to me all banged up and bloody isn't what I want."

Instinctively, my hand raises to touch her face, fingers wavering over the cuts that are now cleaned up. My thumb barely grazes her black eye before falling to her lips, particularly the cut just next to it. I find myself getting distracted by her lips in general, thumb moving over to them, almost tracing them before I realise what the hell I'm doing.

Clearing my throat with embarrassment, I drop my hand and look up to her eyes, an apology on the tip of my tongue. But she's distracted, too, eyes half-lidded as they focus on my lips. I hold my breath when she leans in, but my eyes close when she closes the gap between us. It's a simple brush of her lips against mine, making my heart skip a beat at the contact. I'm barely thinking straight, unable to comprehend what's even happening as everything works on autopilot.

I feel her hand lift to the back of my neck before she presses her lips to mine again, this time with more intention, and I fall into it so easily like it's always supposed to have been like this. Her breath tickles my nose when she parts for a second, sending shivers down my spine, but just like that, she takes my bottom lip between hers and presses her tongue to mine. I let her, melting under her touch and not giving it a second thought.

Only when we run out of breath and part for seconds longer than before do I realise what's just happened. And then panic begins to set in, making me back away and stand up quickly.

"Y/N, oh my god," she says suddenly, standing up when she too realises what's happened. She takes a step forward, but I take one back, lips swollen and heart racing. "I'm sorry, I– please, wait, I–"

"I should go," is all I can think to say, still reeling from the taste of her.

Nope, can't think about that.

Turning on my heel, I speed-walk to the door, but she races after me, stopping before me and making me stop, too. Wincing at her shoulder from the quick movement, she pulls a face before meeting my eyes with pleading ones.

"Just wait, please," she says breathlessly, holding her shoulder.

I swallow thickly, staring at her feet because I can't seem to look up without staring at her lips. I wait.

"I'm in love with you," she finally says.

Suddenly, I feel sick at her words, definitely not expecting her to say that of all things.

"I have to go," I say, before pushing past her gently and leaving.

Thankfully she doesn't follow me, and I'm glad because otherwise I'd have to explain why my heart is beating so loud I can't seem to hear anything.

It's horribly unfair to avoid Kate after the kiss, but I can't help but do that, finding it easier to shut her out whilst I try to figure out what to do. A few days goes by and I still feel like I'm stood in her apartment, watching as she tells me she's in love with me. It's replaying in my mind, no matter how hard I try to avoid thinking about it.

How can we come back from that?

She tries to get in touch with me, but I can't talk to her or text her or hear her voice because I need to collect myself. She's in love with me, and I think I'm in love with her, too.

No, I know I am.

The kiss was perfect. And that's why it's wrong. I just want to be friends, it's so much easier this way. But how? The line has been crossed. It's too late now.

I'm returning home from work almost a week later, tired and cranky and just wanting to collapse on my couch. But when I walk to my floor and approach my doorway, I recognise Kate's figure waiting outside. Pausing, I wonder if I can slip away before she's seen me, but she notices me anyway, standing up from the floor instantly.

"Please, don't leave," she says desperately, eyes widened.

I swallow uncomfortably, keeping my eyes on the keys in my hand as I attempt to open the door. "I don't have time for this. I'm tired from work and–"

"Y/N, please," she pleads.

"Sorry, Kate," I say, finally unlocking my door and hoping to get in quickly. "Not now."

I suppose it's my idiocy that makes me believe I can get in without it her managing to slip in behind me. She is a superhero after all.

Groaning, I turn around to politely tell her to leave, but she's already talking before I can.

"I'm sorry for what happened," she says earnestly, a slight frown on her lips. "I know you want space, but I need to fix this. I didn't mean to kiss you. Or– well– I did, but I didn't mean for it to ruin everything."

I shake my head and step past her, heading to the kitchen. "I can't do this now, Kate. I need time to think. I–"

"I'm in love with you," she says, and it makes me stop in my tracks.

There she goes again. So easy of her to say.

"You're not," I mutter, unable to face her. "You can't be."

She doesn't answer straight away, but her footsteps sound closer and then she's stood before me, searching for my eyes as she lowers her head.

"I am," she says with certainty, blue eyes sparkling as they find mine. "I have been for three and a half years."

Every part of me feels like it's on fire when she keeps staring at me with such adoration that I don't know what to do with it. Three and a half years? We've known each other for four.

"I am," she repeats, nodding slightly.

"No..."

"You kissed me back," she points out, voice so soft as if she's afraid I'll kick her out or find a way to leave the conversation.

"I know." I look away again, unable to hold her gaze for much longer.

"So...?"

I close my eyes, squeezing them shut as I try to calm my raging heart. She makes everything seem so easy. Though, if she's been in love with me for so long, maybe it hasn't been as easy as it seems.

"Y/N–"

"I love you, too," I finally admit aloud, opening my eyes to be met with her surprised expression. "But it can't happen, Kate. I can't lose you."

Recovering from her momentary surprise, she shakes her head. "You won't. Why would you?"

Subconsciously, I begin to tense my jaw. She's doing it again, watching me like I'm everything to her. And it hurts so much, reminding me of why this can't be. I've seen that look before. It's only temporary.

"You're going to realise," I start, and my face immediately heats up with embarrassment because of the lump in my throat and the tears stinging at my lids.

"What?" she prompts, resting a hand on my shoulder with concern.

I suck up a breath, looking to the side. "You'll be in love for now, but not forever. You'll realise that I'm not worth loving and then you'll just leave. And I'll be alone again. Not only losing my girlfriend, but my best friend, too. And I can't have that, Kate, I can't lose you. Not another person I love. Not after last time."

"No, no, no," she rushes out, clasping my face and wiping away some stray tears. "It's not going to happen, Y/N."

I meet her eyes, my own staring bluntly. "Nobody plans for it to happen, but it could."

It's happened before.

"It won't," she says with such conviction that I almost believe her. "I didn't stick around for this long just to stop loving you one day. That's not how it works."

I carefully pull her hands down from my face. "Kate–"

"No," she says sternly, clutching my fingers in hers and holding my stare. "I'm in love with you, Y/N! Every part of you. Even when I was certain you wouldn't feel the same. I didn't care that I'd only ever have you as a friend because you're just that amazing. That loveable. And I'll spend every day for the rest of my life showing you that, telling you that, if I damn well have to."

My eyes are blurring again, myself unable to stop the tears from forming. Why is she saying this? Why did she believe it?

Why hadn't I seen it sooner?

"Don't push me away," she begs. "Please. I won't hurt you. I won't do what Hannah did. I wouldn't dare."

Squeezing her hands gently, I start, "Kate..." But I don't know what to say. All I know is my heart is thumping in my chest and I can't think straight when she's pouring out her heart to me like this.

Her eyes dart between mine, as confident as ever. "I once told you that you deserve the world and every good thing in it, but that you would just have to settle for me. Well... I'll live up to that, Y/N. For you."

She holds my gaze, patient as I try to make sense of everything. Never has she been so vulnerable with me and I feel like an idiot for not noticing all of this sooner. Nobody has ever loved me so dearly or made my heart burst with adoration as much as she has in just this conversation.

I rest my hand on the back of her neck and pull her close, hugging her tightly. Her hands lift to my back, holding me, too.

"You're already everything good in this world," I murmur into her neck.

Pulling back, I keep ahold of her, eyes flickering between hers. I want to believe her. I think I might. How can't I? She makes it sound so easy and she's quite convincing when she wants to be. I'm terrified, nothing will change that. I never want to experience what I did with Hannah, especially not if it means losing Kate. But sometimes it's better to give it a go than push it away. If I don't act on my feelings, I still lose Kate. Either way I lose her.

I can't lose her.

"I love you," I tell her firmly, needing her to know that I feel the same way. That I'm not doubting it anymore.

She's quiet, content with holding me close and studying my expression. I can't help it anymore, and I close the gap between us, pressing my lips to hers. She sighs before pulling me close by the waist, and the feeling of her fingers against my shirt in such a tender movement makes my heart skip a beat.

I'm not sure what will happen, but I know I trust Kate. I always have.

#marvel #marvel imagine #mcu #hawkeye #hawkeye imagine #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop imagine #hailee steinfeld

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Can I please request in general dating Kate Bishop headcanons, I miss her 😫😫

I miss her too! I can't wait for her to be important again.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, teasing, photos, voice mails, cute Kate Bishop, smitten Kate Bishop

A/N: When I tell you I almost screamed in the movie theater when I saw her. I was so happy!

Girlfriend of the year for sure

Once you start dating her you'll be getting so much personal attention from her

All her texts are accompanied by a bow and arrow and heart emojis

Like a cupid's arrow, right to your heart

Enjoys dates where you can stay in doors and cuddle up on the couch, just the two of you, and Lucky of course, she would never leave him out

You get a voice message from her once a day, her telling you how much she loves you

When it's time to go out she will send you a photo of herself in her suit, but with the tie a little loose

Jokes she wears a tie just so you have something to pull her into a kiss with

Brags about dating you like it's her greatest accomplishment in life

Says how she really needs a good luck kiss before an archery contest

Always winks at you before shooting an arrow for a competition

Gets very flustered when anyone brings up marriage around the two of you

Cuddles are the best way to get her sleepy

Has snuck into your house after her patrols just to pass out on your bed and still wake up early to cook you breakfast

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Imagine being Clints sibling and falling for Druig:

Requested: anon

"I still don't like him."

"Of course you don't." You knew he was only half-joking now, but he didn't used to. He hated Druig. He hated how stubborn he was, how cocky, how you annoyed over your feelings for him when you weren't sure he even wanted to be friends with you. He hated that this idiot changed you so much. You were his happy sidekick, always smiling, always trying to find the silver lining in the worst possible situation. You could make him laugh no problem and understood unlike anyone else in his life that sometimes that's all he needed after a long day or a mission gone wrong: a little joy. You were his ray of sunshine. If that moron couldn't see that in you and appreciate it, then he didn't deserve you. End of story.

"How old is this boy?" Clint smiled, already knowing the answer and that you hated this question. He had a little more respect for him after what happened. You weren't supposed to be on your own. You never should have been involved in the first place, and yet there you were, trying to fight off Ikaris with what little training your brother had given you. There was no time to think about that though, you just had to figure it out. They all thought you were dead. You shouldn't have survived that kind of fall, miraculously you did, though he didn't know it at the time. Druig fell apart. He'd only been cruel to you because he didn't know how to be soft, he didn't know how to express those kinds of emotions. He was the one who tore Ikaris apart, he could have taken the earth with him if Makkari hadn't realized you were still breathing. When he ran to you, his hands shaking, that's when you knew your feelings were reciprocated. You've been together, and he's been overly protective, ever since.

"You're older than Laura." You reminded him, setting down another plate. Druig was coming to family dinner, a tradition that'd started months ago when your relationship was still new. Your brother wanted to know everything about him. Your sister-in-law loved him from the start, called him a sweet boy when he offered to clear the table. Clint wasn't so sure. He didn't like Druigs powers, his mind had been messed with enough, or the fact that he was so much older or that you were together at all. It didn't help that Druig reminded him, often, about your near death experience. Where Druig saw strength, your brother saw a world without you. You couldn't blame him for what he was feeling, you just wished there was something he could do to warm up to him. If saving you wasn't gonna do it, what would?

#i love this so much i couldnt wait to post it! 4 druig imagines oops!!!#requested #clint barton #clint barton imagine #clint barton x reader #hawkeye #hawkeye imagine #hawkeye x reader #avengers #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #druig #druig imagine #druig x reader #ennasfavorites

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Kate Bishop and Male Reader can't keep their hands off each other during Avengers missions

Kate Bishop x GN!reader

● you and Kate are inseparable

● like literally

● the rest of the avengers get very annoyed whenever they find you getting handsy during a mission

● "seriously? You two are supposed to be on look out and I'm pretty sure you can't do that with your tongues down each other's throats"

● "you don't know that. I have have excellent peripheral vision"

● even when they try to keep you two separated you still somehow end up together

● "did you really have to do that in the surveillance van??"

● "I'm sorry have you seen Kate in her suit??"

● you have no protests when you have to go undercover as a couple

● it's very easy to get people to avoid you by aggressively making out in public spaces

● except sometimes you forget to actually look for your target

● "Oh shit I think that was our guy let's go"

● "Wait just one more kiss… okay now we can go"

● Kate loves when you stare at her ass while you're in the middle of full out brawls

● "Y/N stop getting distracted!"

● Kate "I'm not complaining"

● after missions you barely make it through the front door before you're making out

● even if you're covered in cuts that need to be cleaned

● "should I stitch that up for you?"

● "sex first then we get cleaned up"

● your neighbors are always concerned when you're washing bloody sheets in the buildings laundry room the next day

● "don't worry, only some of it is ours"

● if either one of you ever has a close call during a mission of course you have to have the 'thank God you're alive' make out

● "they know the mission isn't over right?"

● "I'm not going to be the one to break it up this time"

● "I don't want to do it either! Kate's grabbing Y/N's ass!"

● "we can hear you you know"

● "so are you going to stop?"

● "nope" and you immediately go back to making out

#marvel imagine #hawkeye imagine #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #x gender neutral reader #headcanons

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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A thank you for saving me

Summary: Yelena and Kate found you on a mission to free a Widow still under Red Room Control. You soon find yourself in a relationship with the archer and Black Widow but Thanksgiving spent at the Barton's farm makes you worried that your not enough for them. Laura is there to help.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Past abuse, torture, mention of Natasha’s death, Reader was with HYDRA, fluff

The outside world was confusing. It was loud. It was exhausting. But you were grateful to be alive. Yelena and Kate found you in a warehouse in Germany while they were trying to free a Widow. You were tied in a chair; bleeding, bruised, and your arm broken. Well, that was what they told you. You didn’t have memories of how you got there but you woke up in their safehouse. After you healed, you helped them save the Widow that they were after. Once the Widow was saved, Kate invited you to their shared apartment in New York City. That was 9 months ago. For the first time in your life, you had a safe place to live because of that your mind and body began to heal. You remembered that your parents gave you to a man that you met a park. They were after you because of your ability to manipulate sand particles. You were forced to work for the organization. It was hard trying to put all of that behind you but Yelena and Kate were very helpful.

You were laying on the couch mindlessly watching the snowfall as you ran your hand through Fanny’s fur. Lucky was laying at your feet. You were the first one awake in the apartment. Truth be told, you awoke from a nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep. You heard boards creaking as the other residents in the apartment awake. It was Yelena. She was lighter on her feet than Kate. Fanny didn’t stir when Yelena walked into the living room. “Good morning, dorogy.” You gave her a tired smile. “Another nightmare.” She said, sitting down next to you. You nodded. “Why didn’t you wake us up?” The Russian asked. You shrugged looking back out the window.

“Didn’t want to bother you.” Your voice was rough from disuse. Yelena took your free hand in yours.

“We are here for you.” You nodded. “Do you want to help with breakfast?” She asked. You nodded again. Yelena kissed the back of your hand. You blushed as she stood up and walked into the kitchen. When you first met the archer and the Black Widow you knew right away that they were dating. You didn’t know a lot but picking up clues and body language was part of your training with HYDRA. The relationship between you, the Black Widow, and the archer was new, about 4 months. It was another thing you had to get used to. Fanny whined as you got off the couch and joined the blonde in the kitchen. She handed you a bowl to mix. Pancakes were a go to breakfast food in this apartment.

“When are we leaving for Iowa?” You asked, mixing the batter. For Thanksgiving, the Bartons invited Yelena and Kate to their home. The invite extended to you, which you were a little nervous about.

“We are leaving at 5.” You nodded, passing the bowl to Yelena.

“Are you sure you're okay with going?” She asked. “We can have Thanksgiving here.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll be okay.” You didn’t want to change your girlfriend’s plan because you were a little anxious to go somewhere new and meet new people. You heard Kate walk around and downstairs. The dogs immediately ran over to her to say good morning. She gave them equal amounts of attention before making her way to the kitchen.

“Good morning,” she said, kissing you and Yelena on the cheek. She turned on the coffee pot. Coffee wasn’t for you but both of your girlfriends loved it. Once the coffee was on, she came back and wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. “How did you sleep?” She asked. You knew you couldn’t lie because Yelena knew the truth. The Black Widow turned her back to use the stovetop. You sighed,enjoying the feeling of her arms around you.

“I had a nightmare,” you mumbled. “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up.” You felt her shake your head against you.

“You’re okay. I’m proud of you for even telling us.” You smiled, even though she couldn’t see it.

“Breakfast is ready.” Yelena said. “Break it up you two.” Kate let go of you and you turned around to see the archer roll her eyes. “Can you grab the syrup, solntse (sun)?” Yelena asked. You nodded, opening the fridge and grabbed the syrup. You joined your girlfriends at the table as they told you about Barton’s Farm. You were excited but your nerves were all over the place.

You determined that Thanksgiving was the strangest holiday, all in the name of some guy that killed and conquered a bunch of people. According to Lila, it was more about family than the history behind it. The Bartons were nice and welcomed you into the family without hesitation. Nathaniel was fascinated with your ability and wouldn’t leave your side. Once food was eaten, you helped Laura with the dishes. You joined the rest in the living room. Kate and Yelena were on the couch and sat on the floor in front of them. Right away Nat sat on your lap. “Squirt, leave the poor girl alone.” Clint said to his youngest.

“I don’t mind.” You smiled, taking off the necklace you had. It was a gift but you weren’t sure who gave it to you. He held out his hand and you dumped the sand in his palm. “What do you want?” You asked.

“A star,” Lila said before her brother could answer. You nodded, waving your hand over the sand. The particles began to move and you carefully crafted the sand into a star. Once it was solid, you flew the star around the living room and around Lila. You brought the sand back to his hand. The next hour was filled with requests and you were happy to fulfill them because for once your powers were used to make people laugh instead of hurting them.

A nightmare woke you up. You quietly got out of the bed but you heard Kate wake up. “Where are you going?” She asked, her voice low from sleep.

“Just the bathroom,” you whispered, pushing some hair behind her ear. “Go back to sleep.” She nodded, closing her eyes. It wasn’t a total lie. You went to the bathroom first to splash cold water on your face. You wanted to go back to bed and curl up against your girlfriends. But you knew you’d slip back into another nightmare and you didn’t have the energy for that. Plus the room felt too small. On quiet feet, you walked down the stairs and into the living room. You walked over to the boxes that Laura had Clint bring down. Laura wanted to decorate for Christmas. Christmas, another holiday you didn’t understand.

You opened the top box and found old Christmas pictures. It was dated last year, the year Yelena and Kate met. The archer and Black Widow told you their story. You flipped through a few of the photos, most only having the small Barton Family. Until you came across a patch with a new addition. Someone you only met through stories. Natasha. You smiled as you looked through the photos. They all seemed happy.

“I wondered when you’d be up.” The sudden voice caused you to drop the photos and turn around with a quiet yelp. The mother of 3 was standing there with a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you want some tea?” She asked, walking to the kitchen. It took a minute for your brain to register her sudden appearance but you followed her into the kitchen.

“How did you know I was going to be up?” You asked, sitting down. She placed two cups on the kitchen island while the water boiled.

“You aren’t the first person to be plagued by their past to be brought into this home.” She put tea bags into the mugs. “And something tells me you won’t be the last.” You smiled

“Your family does seem to attract strays.” She playfully rolled her eyes.

“Don’t remind me.” She poured the boiling water over the tea bags and set out sugar and honey. “So a nightmare.” She guessed. You nodded, mixing in some honey in your tea. “Do you want to talk about it?” Did you? Kate and Yelena always asked you about them.

“I don’t know how.” You whispered. You stared into the tea. “Kate and Yelena want me to talk about it and I try but this is all new to me.”

“What is?” She questioned. You were quiet for a moment. Most of the times you don't remember the nightmares that plagued you at night, only the feeling.

“A family.” you said. “People that care about me.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Sometimes I think I don’t deserve them. They’ve done so much for me and I feel like I’ve done nothing for them.” They saved you. They gave you a home in the city. They showed you everything you missed.

“Have you ever thought they don’t want anything from you?” Laura asked softly. “They just want you and that’s enough for them.”

“What if that won’t be enough one day?” You voiced your fears. “What if one day they really see what I am?” You shook your head. “Then I’ll have nothing all over again. I want to do something for them.”

“And what are you?” You didn’t answer. You were a lot of things. A killer. A monster. Hell your own parents gave you away because they didn’t want you anymore. Laura sighed. “If you want to do something for them, maybe I can help you plan a Christmas outing.” You perked up at them.

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, here’s the plan…”

Phase 1: Decorations and Christmas Tree

Laura said the first part of the plan needed to be timed carefully. It had to happen before December 3rd because of Natasha’s birthday. So you decided on the 1st, the day after you got back from the Barton’s. You woke up early, made a fresh pot of coffee, and began getting the Christmas decorations they’ve collected. You didn’t trust yourself in the kitchen so you figured you could go out for breakfast, something you’ve never done. You went back upstairs to your shared bedroom. Yelena woke up from the door opening. You gave her a smile and slipped back into bed behind her. “You are in a good mood.” She mumbled. You buried your face in her neck.

“I thought we could go out and get breakfast then maybe pick out a Christmas tree and decorate the apartment before Kate leaves.” The archer was assigned a mission while you were in Iowa, leaving tomorrow. Yelena rolled over on her back to look up at you.

“That sounds wonderful, solntse.” She paused. “That’s a lot of social interaction, are you going to be okay?” You really hated how caring they were.

“I’m the one who suggested it. I’ll be fine. Now,” you kissed her cheek. “Go get ready. I made coffee.” Yelena smiled and got out of bed. You turned your attention to the archer. You cuddled up against her back. “Katie, wake up.” She groaned, burrowing her head deeper into the pillow. “Come on, we got a Christmas filled day.” She opened her eyes at the mention of Christmas.

“Christmas.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes Christmas but you have to get up.” She groaned.

“Fine since a pretty girl is telling me to get out of bed.” You blushed, slapping her on her chest.

“You are such a dork.”

Kate decided on bagels for breakfast. It was quick and easy so you could make it your next destination, a Christmas tree farm. Yelena held your hand as you walked through the pine trees. Kate led the way since she was the only one that had any real experience of picking a tree. “Why are you doing this?” The Black Widow asked. You looked at her.

“I’m not doing anything.” You said. It was mostly Kate that planned your outings. “I just wanted to have a fun day with you guys.” Before Yelena could say anything, Kate called out, “Hey guys, what about this one?” You dragged Yelena to where Kate was.

“Good pick malen'kiy yastreb (little hawk).” Yelena said, kissing Kate on the side of the head. The archer looked at you.

“It’s perfect.”

You and Yelena were in charge of getting the tree into the apartment while Kate ran to the store for a surprise. You set up the tree and Yelena started the batter for sugar cookies. “What do you think Kate is getting at the store?” You asked as you pet Lucky. Yelena sighed.

“You never know with her.” You laughed and went into the kitchen. You helped cut the dough into shapes and put the cookies into the oven when the door opened. Kate was wearing a Santa hat and carrying shopping bags in her arms. You went to help her as the dogs ran to greet her.

“What did you get?” You asked. She snatched the bags out of your hands.

“It’s a surprise.” Her surprise was plaid matching PJ sets for you, Yelena, her, and the dogs. Once everyone was dressed, the tree and apartment was decorated and the cookies were made. Kate even bought you a stocking while at the store. Everything was done and you were exhausted. Home Alone 2 was on the TV as you laid on the couch, your head rested in Yelena’s lap. Her fingers running through your hair lured you to sleep.

“Today was good,” Kate said.

“Yeah,” Yelena whispered, looking down at you. “It was.”

Phase 2: Dealing with Grief

Dec 3rd, 2026

You were home alone with the dogs all day. Kate was on a mission and Yelena was well you weren’t sure where she was. She left early in the morning and turned off her phone. You worked on their Christmas gifts, played with the dogs, finished a few books that you started but still your mind was on the Black Widow. You even called Laura and she talked you off the edge. It was 10:30 when the apartment door opened and the Black Widow walked in. Fanny was the first to greet her. You stood up from the couch watching as Yelena petted the American Akita. She closed the door. “I was worried about you.” You finally said. She took off her winter jacket and hung it up.

“I can take care of myself.” She said, walking into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of vodka, and began to drink straight from it. Patient. It was the advice Laura gave you when dealing with an emotional Black Widow.

“I know you can,” you said. “You're the strongest person I know.” She stopped at your words for a second but she continued to drink. “But you don’t have to be strong alone. I’m here.” The Russian stared at you as you walked over to her.

“I’m fine.” She said.

“The drinking straight from the bottle says otherwise.” You said, putting your hand on top of hers. “You have been there for me every step of the way; the good, the bad, the ugly.” Her bottom lip started to quiver. “Let me be there for you.” She didn’t say anything. “Please.”

“I miss her so much.” You nodded as her green eyes started to fill with tears.

“I know you do.” You said, pulling her into a hug. She cried against your shirt. You brought her down to the kitchen floor and rested your back on the counter. You held your girlfriend as she cried and cried. Soon her breathing evened out and you looked down to see her eyes closed, her fist gripping onto your shirt. You smiled and let her sleep.

Phase 3: Ice Skating and Christmas lights

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how busy will Bryant Park be?” You asked, looking up from the book you were reading.

“About 25.” Kate said. She was finishing a mission report for Sam. You thought about it. Your choices were Central Park or Bryant Park. You’ve been to Central Park already and you wanted to see the Christmas village set up in Bryant. But you did not want to deal with crowds. You sighed.

“Do you guys want to go?” You asked. Yelena stopped working on her Widow Bites.

“What?” She questioned. You put your bookmark in the spine and stood up, stretching your back.

“Yeah, let’s go!” You said. “Apparently, it’s the place to be in New York City for Christmas.” Kate closed her laptop.

“Are you sure you want to go?” You weren’t but you nodded.

“Yup!” You smiled, popping the ‘p’. “Let’s go.” You missed the way Yelena and Kate looked at each other as you ran upstairs to change.

It was busy. Maybe not a level 25 but a 16. You held on tight to Kate as you voiced your want to go ice skating. The weather was a little overcast so the ice wasn’t as busy. “Have you ever gone ice skating?” Kate asked as you sat on a bench to put on your skates. You nodded.

“Once for a HYDRA assignment.” You said. “I went on a date with a scientist they were interested in.” Yelena put a confronting hand on your shoulder. “They had me kill him after the 3rd date.” You rarely opened up about your missions with HYDRA.

“We’ll make better memories today.” And you did. You spent hours on the ice and at the park. You drank your weight in hot chocolate and eat just as many sweets. After you were done, you walked the streets of New York to look at the Christmas lights. You were buzzing with sugar running through your veins. But you were happy.

Christmas Eve

Yelena knew something was off with you. She was happy that you were leaving your comfort zone of the apartment but she was hoping it was for the right reasons. The plan was to spend Christmas in the city this year. The Barton's and Alexei and Melina were visiting. But tonight it was a quiet night. You were upstairs getting dressed while Yelena and Kate were putting the final touches on dinner. “Should we say something?” Kate asked. The Russian sighed.

“I think we need to.” Kate nodded. “I’ll take the lead.”

“Probably for the best.” The archer admitted. Yelena smiled as you walked into the kitchen. You were wearing a red dress with black leggings. “Whoa.” Kate mumbled.

“You look beautiful, solntse.” You blushed.

“Thank you.” You helped set the table. Dinner was amazing and desert was a simple cheesecake. After everything was cleaned up, presents were passed around. Christmas Day was going to be busy. You got Yelena a new vest and knife with the Russian words yubov', zdorov'ye, and schast'ye which translated to love, health, and happiness. For Kate, you got her a necklace with a bow and new arrow heads. They got you new books to add to your collection, two new sweatshirts because you were always stealing theirs, and a new locket to hold the sand.

“Solntse,” Yelena said, once you returned from changing out of the dress into one of the new sweatshirts. “Is there something you want to talk to us about?” The sudden question made you freeze.

“Yeah because you were different this month, not a bad different.” Kate added quickly. The Black Widow glared at the archer.

“We just want to make sure your okay.” Yelena clarified. She watched you play with the string. Finally, you sighed.

“It was hard.” You admitted. “But I did it all for you two.”

“Why?” Kate questioned. “We would have been happy just sitting in the apartment.” You throw your arms to the side.

“Exactly for that reason,” you said. “Sometimes I don’t think I deserve you guys.” You sat down on the couch with a huff. Yelena and Kate walked over to you, hoping you would continue on your own. “You guys literally saved my life and I look at everything you’ve done for me and I compare it to what I do for you; it doesn’t add up.”

“You don’t have to do anything for us.” Yelena said.

“You just being here and healing is enough.” You frowned.

“What if I when one day that’s not enough and I lose you?” Your voice cracked at your confession. “I can’t lose you. I-” you paused, letting out a shaky breath. “I love you both too much to let you go.” It was the first time you said those 3 words.

“We aren’t going anywhere, okay?” Kate said, grabbing your hand and Yelena’s. Yelena took yours to complete the ring. “It’s us three against the world.” You finally smiled.

“You are a light, solntse. It’s why I call you sun. Never doubt that for a second.” Yelena said, squeezing your hand. “And I love you too.”

“I love you.” Kate said, bring you into a hug. You ended up falling backwards onto the couch, laying mostly on Kate. But the archer didn’t seem to mind. “You are stuck with us. I sincerely apologize.” You laughed, hiding your face in her neck.

“Merry Christmas.” Yelena said.

“Merry Christmas.” You smiled. You remembered what Laura said to you after you planned all of this, ‘All of your life you’ve experienced pain and everything given to you had a double meaning. But Kate and Yelena love you. And that love has no double meaning. That love is special and you should cherish it forever.’

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to ashes, ultimatum

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Summary: it's time for you and clint to face the music. and each other.

Warnings: angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2,718

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Days Since the Decimation: Three Years, Sixty-Four Days

Early afternoon sunlight urged your eyelids to part, and you woke reluctantly, cocooned comfortably in the sheets. Your body ached pleasantly as you stirred, and heat rose in your cheeks as the night before came back to you. Squeezing your thighs together briefly, you finally opened your eyes properly. The warmth in your face increased as your gaze focused on the expanse of Clint’s thigh, the tanned skin only interrupted by the dark cotton of his boxer briefs.

He was sitting up against the headboard, his chest still bare, his hand wrapped around the coffee cup balanced on the thigh closest to you. The scent of it teased at your sleep-addled senses, and you groaned softly. His gaze had been fixed blankly across the room, a furrow between his brows, but at your stirring he turned his attention towards you.

“You’re awake.”

“Looks that way,” you mumbled, your voice rough from the night before.

It was so worn after what you’d done only hours ago, and the memory of your eyes rolling back as Clint’s mouth had found the side of your neck made butterflies rise in your stomach. His mouth on your throat had meant that he’d felt your moan build before it even escaped you, and his teeth had grazed over your pulse point. Even then, the sound had been hoarse, torn and desperate as his hands had tightened on your waist and his cock had filled you again.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to both improve your voice and draw your own attention back from what you’d done the night before. “…And you’re still here.”

You regretted the words as soon as you said them, but a self-deprecating smirk touched Clint’s lips. “Yeah.”

Face still tucked against the pillow, you nodded towards the mug in his hand. “Is there any more of that?”

“Behind you.”

You rubbed at your eye, holding the sheet against your chest as you rolled over to find another mug sitting on the bedside table. Smiling, you pushed yourself up as you picked it up, leaning on your elbow as you turned back to him and took a grateful sip.

And immediately grimaced. “It’s cold.”

“Yep,” he replied simply, taking your cup and setting both his and yours on the table on his side of the bed. “But it was a nice gesture about half an hour ago.”

You breathed a quiet laugh through your nose, playing with the edge of the blanket as you lay back against the pillows again. Somehow, despite his attention being in his lap, the light of day had you feeling much more exposed than before. “So, uh… how long exactly have you been awake?”

Clint shrugged a shoulder noncommittedly. His hair was still mussed – from sleep and the way you’d carded your fingers through it – and you swallowed as you noticed the red lines marking his shoulders and arms. “A while.”

“Clint.” you said guardedly. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Hmm? Yeah.” he nodded distractedly. His tone sounded light but you could hear the way he forced it. His hand moved towards you for a moment as though he was about to touch yours reassuringly, but it returned to his lap. Clint’s voice dropped further, and the tired note in his tone had nothing to do with how much sleep he’d missed. “Yeah. ‘Course I did.”

You sighed heavily at his tone, sitting up and turning your back to him. “Right.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not doing this again, Clint.” you said, shaking your head and turning your eyes to the ceiling. “I can’t do this again.”

“I…” Clint pushed himself up straighter against the headboard, his brow furrowed as he searched for a response.

You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes as you forced back the nerves climbing in your chest. Your tone turned gentle but firm. “I know what you’re going through, Barton. I know it’s something I… that I can’t even pretend to understand. And while I’m here for you, I really, truly am… I can’t do this.”

You picked up the first shirt within reach – his – and pulled it over your head before turning around to face him. The worn, thin cotton did next to nothing to build your confidence, but it was easier to get the words out while not completely naked. Still, you felt goosebumps rise on your exposed skin as you met his eye.

God, you’d left a hickey on the side of his neck.

“I can’t be doing… this—” you gestured to the mess of sheets between you. “—with someone when they’re not here with me.”

There was something unreadable in his eyes. “I am—”

“You’re not, though.” you said, resigned. “You’re really not.”

He stopped, swallowing as his eyes fell towards the mattress. When you’d turned to face him, you’d leaned on your hand, your fingers curled in the sheets a few inches from his own. Maybe you saw his hand move forward… maybe… but you stood, stepping back away from the bed before his hand could make contact with yours.

You met his eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip. His shirt barely brushed against your thighs, a scare inch or so of thin fabric protecting your modesty. You really should have waited to have this conversation until after you’d put on pants. “Yeah, maybe you stayed this time, but… did you really want to?”

Clint’s gaze remained on his hand, and you sighed, rounding the bed towards the bathroom.

“I did.”

You stopped mid-step, folding your arms around your middle.

“I…” Clint exhaled. “I wanted to… I want…”

You heard him shift on the mattress, and you turned around as he swung his legs off the side of it. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers fisting in at the nape of his neck for a moment before his hand fell back to his lap.

“I felt… I feel guilty. Being with you.” he explained, his voice quiet. He waved a hand back towards the sheets. “Being with you like this. It’s like I’m… betraying Laura.”

“Clint…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say the rest of the sentence.

She’s gone.

“I know,” he said, swallowing thickly. You watched his adam’s apple bob in his throat. “I know she’s… but it’s not just that it feels like cheating, it’s…” he met your eye again, and you almost broke in your resolve. “When I’m with you… when I’m close to you, I… I don’t feel so bad.”

“And that’s…?”

“It’s wrong, Y/N.” he sighed, his gaze falling again. Like looking at you was… tempting? Painful? “And I can’t feel that way. I can’t forget them like that.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly before moving towards him again. Kneeling in front of him, you forced him to meet your eye again You wanted to touch his cheek, but you felt your hand shake. Instead, you reached out to where his hands were clasped tightly together in his lap, covering them both with your palm.

“I understand, Clint.” you said softly. “I do. But I can’t keep doing this if all it is is a moment of weakness for you. I can’t be something you regret.”

“…Are you leaving?”

You shook your head, withdrawing your hand. “No. I’m not leaving. But I’m taking this – what we did, what we’ve been doing – off the table. I’m putting distance back between us. No more blurred lines – it’s confusing for both of us. If you can find a way for you to…” you stood, taking a step back. “Until you can let yourself feel whatever you’re feeling for me without… I’ll keep my distance, okay?”

There was a long moment between you as your words sunk in, but finally, Clint nodded.

“Okay.” you forced a small smile onto your face. “I’m going… I need a shower. Don’t disappear, okay?”

He nodded again, and you could feel his eyes on you as you finally retreated to the safety of the adjacent room.

As soon as the door was closed, you leaned back against it, closing your eyes. This was the right decision. It was. But a very loud part of you was screaming at you to turn around and tell him that you were taking it back.

The mirror hung on the wall opposite you, and your gaze lingered on the litany of evidence of your night together. The mussed hair, the light pattern of bruises on the side of your neck that continued down beneath his shirt. His shirt…

“Fuck…” you muttered to yourself, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Your eyes caught the mark he’d left on the swell of your left breast and you turned away, slamming the handle for hot water as far as it would go.

This was the right decision.

Right?

***

The tension in the apartment was heavy when you’d finally pulled yourself away from the shower’s scalding spray, but Clint had mercifully vacated your bedroom by the time you’d come back out. You’d tried to pull on the first clothes you could find, wincing as the burn on your back pulled against your skin. You should have asked Clint to re-dress it, but apparently, you’d used up all your confidence before you’d showered. So, instead you’d spent twenty minutes haphazardly taping a new patch of gauze over the burn with your back to the mirror and found a tank top that was cut low enough the back to not snag any of the tape you might not have reached to push down against your skin.

You’d tried to ignore the clothes still scattered across the carpet in your room, ignore the scent of sex still clinging to the mess of sheets. You stripped them from the mattress, tossing them into the corner and sat down, taking a shuddering breath.

Well… fuck.

You’d given him an ultimatum.

Just how quickly was it going to come around and bite you in the ass?

You’d left the apartment with the claim that you needed to pick up more supplies; Clint had nodded, his back to you as he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee. “Okay.”

That had been four hours ago, and all you had to show for your time gone was a paltry bag of medical supplies and a couple of sandwiches from a nearby gas station. Sighing heavily, you unlocked the door, the hooks of expectation digging deeper into your flesh as you were suddenly sure that you’d find him gone.

Again.

The apartment was much in the same state in which you’d left it, and you felt something in you release as you saw Clint’s gear still propped up near the kitchen counter. Your shoulders loosened, and you ran a hand through your hair. He was still here.

You barely made it a few more steps before a noise suddenly came from behind the wood of his bedroom door; the muffled sound of something shattering and a pained groan. The bag fell from your fingertips immediately, and you summoned a sphere of psychokinetic energy to burn against the palm of your hand.

“Clint?”

Your voice came too softly, and you cleared your throat as you approached his door, the energy in your hand swelling to the size of a baseball.

“Clint?”

“Y/N…” the response was quiet and strained, a low groan, and anxiety sunk its talons further between your ribs. Sparks danced down over your wrist, your other hand clutching the door handle and pushing it slowly open.

The room was dim, curtains drawn against what was left of the early evening light; your eyes adjusted quickly, and you released the energy with a sigh despite the worry still knitting your brow. Clint was in bed, sheets tangled around his legs and a lamp broken on the hardwood floor beside him, a casualty from the bedside table.

He whimpered, turning in his sleep, his brow furrowed and his hand fisting in the sheet. Frowning, you hurried to his side, reaching out to touch his shoulder as he rolled towards you.

“Clin—”

You broke off suddenly as Clint’s eyes snapped open, his hand grabbing your outstretched arm by the wrist in a painfully tight grip. His other hand moved so quickly you barely saw it, a knife clutched in his fist. You reacted in the same moment, a shield expanding in front of your chest just before the tip of the blade could meet your throat.

Clint blinked, the remnants of sleep slowly clearing from his eyes. The two of you stayed frozen in that tableau, the blue light of your shield casting shadows over the two of you as though you were suspended in water. The archer swallowed heavily, his grip on your wrist easing incrementally.

“Clint?” you repeated softly, twisting your wrist in his hand to touch gentle fingers to his arm. The sensation seemed to bring him back to the surface, drag himself out of where ever his mind had taken him, and you reduced the shield as the knife was lowered back to the mattress. “You with me?”

He nodded slowly, finally releasing your wrist. A dull ache thrummed through it, but you ignored it, kneeling beside the bed and reaching out to carefully ease the knife out of his hand. He let you, his fingers warm against your own before you set the blade on the bedside table.

“You were dreaming,” you explained softly, watching him run a hand through his hair, propping himself up on his other arm. “I didn’t… I didn’t know you were still having dreams like that.”

“Yeah…” he muttered; his voice rough. “It’s easier to keep them to myself when we’re not sharing a Winnebago.”

You frowned, hesitating a moment before reaching up to smooth your hand over his cheek. Clint’s eyes closed briefly at the touch. His hand moved upward, as though to cover yours, but it retreated, curling in the sheets.

“What can I do?”

Clint shook his head, pulling away from your touch. “’m fine.”

“I’m starting to think we should get that tattooed on our foreheads,” you muttered to yourself, noticing the corner of Clint’s lips twitch into a momentary smile. It was tiny, then it was gone. “How much sleep did you actually get last night, Clint?”

He cleared his throat, rubbing his hand over his bare chest. “I don’t know… a couple of hours, maybe.”

You frowned, studying his face, the shadows under his eyes.

“Move over.”

His expression unreadable, Clint did as you asked, pushing himself back on the mattress to make space for you. You straightened, toeing off your boots and shrugging off your jacket before lowering yourself onto the mattress beside him. The bedframe creaked softly under the new weight, and Clint watched you with a kind of careful curiosity as you tried to find a position to settle in.

You finally came to rest stretched out on your side beside him, your face pressed against the pillow. You tried to ignore the way the bed smelled of him. Clint didn’t need to ask what you intended, but he hesitated before moving to mirror your position. He watched your expression with those clever eyes for a long, weighted moment before he moved, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. Warmth rose in your cheeks as he settled his head against your chest, his arm moving down to instead wind around your thighs, banding just below the curve of your backside. His fingers curled against the small of your back. You wrapped an arm around him, trying not to let your mind linger on the warmth of his skin beneath your hand.

“Doesn’t this… what we’re doing right now…” Clint began quietly, as though unwilling to continue the sentence. The warmth of his breath tickled against the base of your throat. “…Doesn’t this violate the whole ‘distance’ rule you put in this morning?”

Your other hand rose to run fingers through his hair carefully, fingertips grazing the nape of his neck. He sighed under your touch. “Will this help you?”

He nodded; his face still buried against your chest. “Yeah… Yeah, it will.”

You swallowed, forcing yourself to close your eyes and relax. “Then it’s okay.”

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AN: I know I'm a heartless bitch, but I promise they're not done with each other yet.

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