#they had kate and clint as hawkeye at same time

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This Is Me Trying - Two - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

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Summary: The Hawkeyes and you seem to be on the same track...

Word Count: 3.5K

Content: College stress, Flirty Kate Bishop, Clint being a dad

"Kate Bishop! Your crush! Asked you that!? No way!" Ned, of course, couldn't believe it. But this was the same man who didn't realize he was going out with Betty Brant for two weeks

"What did you say after she asked?" MJ questioned when she looked up from behind her laptop on the couch.

"I said, "yeah!" and "that's awesome." Was that good?"

MJ shook her head. "Truly a wordsmith." Sarcastic as ever. MJ went back to her screen to basically ignore you and Ned.

"Well, anyways, congrats," Ned said, getting up from the dining room table where his and Peter's LEGO Death Star was kept. Why was it in your dorm and not there's you had no idea. But MJ helped from time to time, so you figured it was okay.

Ned and you walked into your room and closed the door.

"You know it's a good thing everyone knows you're gay, or else the amount of time we go to your room alone would be suspicious." You froze and thought about Ned's words. "Yeah, I guess... I wonder what MJ thinks we do?"

"I think Peter said we watch movies that she'd disapprove of."

That made sense. "Hmm, alright." You walked over to your bed and flopped onto it while you waited for Ned to do what he needed to do.

3...2...1. "Okay, got it." He said as your fingers formed into a 0. "Alright, what am I looking at?" Ned had pulled up security footage from a traffic light from three weeks ago.

"Okay, this was when that building on 10th in Hell's Kitchen burned down." Ned played the video, and it showed a group of guys in Tracksuits fleeing from the building as they piled into a black SUV moments prior to the building going up.

"Okay. So the Tracksuits are back.." You thought out loud as Ned moved his cursor to another video.

"This was from last week on 3rd in Harlem." The video played and was almost identical to the third one. Except the SUV and the plates on the car were different.

You stood in thought as the last video started. "This was last night."

You recognized the building immediately as you remember zipping past it last night. Just like the other two videos, it played out the same. When the video stopped, Ned looked at you.

"Okay, so as bad as their fashion choice is, they're not idiots. They have different cars and plates every time. Their faces are covered, and let me guess, if we follow the cars light by light, they end up at a chop shop?"

Ned nodded.

"So... it's gotta be the buildings." Ned tilted his head. "What do you mean? It's not the chop shops?" You shook your head. "Chop shops are easy to bust. It's like they want you to follow them there. The buildings. The ones they burn. That's the real money."

Ned looked from you to the screen.

"So you think these tracksuit guys are burning the buildings for insurance money?" You shook your head and entered your closet to change into your Spidey Suit.

Just because you're gay doesn't mean you want guy your friend Ned to see you.

"No, I think someone is hiring these guys to do it." You huffed as you remembered who had the tracksuit mafia in his pocket last time.

Wilson Fisk. The Kingpin.

He was a roach you could never squash just right.

If he owned the buildings, that means there was a lot more at play.

"Okay." You stepped out of the closet and quickly scarfed down a leftover slice of pizza Ned had. "Do you think you could find out who owns these buildings?" Ned nodded. "It's probably a bunch of shell companies, but I can do my best." You patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, man." You hurried across your room and grabbed your mask.

"Oh, and when Peter comes over, could you maybe not tell him I went patrolling? Tell him I overheard something on the radio." Ned gave a flat smile.

Lying was not his strong suit.

"If you do, I'll-"

"Hey, Y/N, are you still in there?" You gave a panicked look to Ned before putting on your mask and twhiping away before MJ wildly opened the door.

She looked from the open window to Ned.

"Where's Y/N?"

"Uhhh..." Ned was really bad at lying. "She left..ago- a while ago!" He was in trouble. "Yeah?" MJ crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. "How come I didn't see her leave?"

Ned's brain scrambled.

"Blindness?" Ned said, making MJ stand up straighter. "I turn a blind eye to many things, Ned, but this won't be one of them." She uncrossed her arms and stretched her arm out to grab the door handle to the room. "By the way, nice camera footage, totally not suspicious at all." She thinned her eyes and hummed as she closed the door.

After swinging for what felt like a good enough distance away from campus, you stood on the roof of an old pizzeria.

Your phone chimed, and you had a text from Ned. "Did my best. Sorry. 😭😭😭"

You laughed and reassured him that he wouldn't be fired from his guy-in-the-chair duties.

"Keep me posted on the buildings." You sent your final text and put your phone away.

You then stared out into the boro you find yourself in. In the distance, you can see what remains of a shootout you helped rescue people from two months ago. You think about a girl you saved who said she wanted to be like you when she grew up.

Your heart warmed, and you told her to stay in school and that she'd be better than you.

Which was looking more and more accurate by the day as you leaped off the pizzeria, ignoring a text from your brother about the essay you still needed to do.

At the same time, Kate Bishop entered her dorm room, walking past her blonde roommate and fast friend Cassie Lang at her desk before Kate collapsed facedown onto her bed.

"What's wrong?" The slightly shorter of the two, Cassie, turned around and asked. "Tired." Kate's muffled voice spoke.

"How late were you out last night?" Cassie asked as she stood up, approaching her friend's bed. "Past 3," Kate said, making Cassie go wide-eyed. "Kate Bishop! The rule was 2:30 at the latest!"

Kate rolled over and lifted herself up. "I'm sorry." She pouted at her friend, who instantly pulled her into a comforting hug that turned into Kate leaning on Cassie's shoulder. "What else is wrong?" Cassie asked as she saw how exhausted Kate looked.

"Nothing," Kate said, but Cassie wasn't so sure. "Are you doing some overthinking?" Kate froze eventually before nodding. "What about?"

"Clint and the Tracksuits."

Kate spoke freely about her other life to Cassie.

Kate used to tell people openly about how she was working with an Avenger, but after what happened with her mom and Kingpin last year, she toned it down.

Now, the only people who know are Cassie, Pizza Dog, and a rouge assassin for hire. Plus, Clint and his family.

Cassie only found out when she woke up in the middle of the night to see Kate in her Hawkeye outfit on the floor.

Kate tripped, falling through the window, and busted her chin.

Kate wanted to tell more people like you. But as previously mentioned. She liked you and didn't want you to get hurt because of her.

So, she kept her Hawkeye circle small.

However, Kate couldn't get the idea out of her head... what if she told you?

"Kate?" Cassie poked the forehead of her dorm mate. "Where'd you go?" She asked.

Kate sat up and cracked her neck, ignoring the question. Cassie noticed as she raised her eyebrows and returned to her desk. Choosing schoolwork, Chemistry in particular, over prying answers from Kate.

"Do you think I should tell Y/N?" Kate spoke up and waited for Cassie to turn around. But she didn't.

"Cass?" Kate asked as she stepped off her bed and walked next to her friend. "Cass?" She asked again before realizing Cassie had put in her AirPods.

Cassie turned to her left and jumped, startled, before pulling them out. "Oh shit. What's up?!" Kate opened her mouth. "I..- nothing. I just was going to tell you that I.. wanted to.."

She couldn't do it.

"I wanted to invite Y/N to my archery practice!" Kate put on a smile and watched her friend's face light up.

"Oh my God, I love that! Please do it! Ugh, she's so pretty!" Cassie was happy for her friend finally doing something about her crush. "She is," Kate replied with a blush. "Think she'll show?" Kate then asked.

"Why wouldn't she?" Cassie tilted her head, entirely focused on the conversation.

Cassie and you had hung out briefly when your friend group and Kate's got together, but she has never witnessed how your superhero life affects you.

Kate shrugs. "Lately, Y/N has been... flaky isn't the right word.. but not here? I guess? She's always tired too. She bails on plans with her and Peter sometimes."

Cassie raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"I've seen it at the library. Their study block is next to mine." Cassie nodded. "Plus, MJ's told me."

"Michelle Jones?" Cassie questions, making Kate nod. "She's roommates with Y/N, right?" Kate nods again. "Well, what does she think." Kate folds her lips into her mouth and raises her eyebrows.

"She thinks Y/N is The Spider."

Cassie's mouth drops before forming into a smile of laughter. "What?!" Kate nods with her own smile. "It's true. She's convinced."

Cassie laughs, making Kate giggle. "She took pictures of The Spider over a summer once. That doesn't mean she's THE Spider." Kate nodded as her smile naturally faded. "That would be funny," Kate said, making Cassie laugh again.

"Well, good luck with having your crush at practice tomorrow." Kate waved Cassie off as she went to the bathroom to shower and change. "Going out?" Cassie yelled through the closed bathroom door.

"Not till later. Why?" Kate replied as she took her top off. Her eyes finding a yellow bruise on her chest. "Looks like it's gonna snow."

And snow it did.

It started to come down after you stopped an armed robbery. Armed being used lightly as the men committing the crime were carrying toy guns.

Plus, the bank they chose to hit was a block down from a police station.

So, as you swung back up onto a nearby roof, snow hit your mask. You smiled and lifted up the mask to expose your mouth and nose. You inhaled and exhaled, watching your breath hang in the air.

The snow touched your face and melted against your warm pink cheeks.

It was cool and calming.

A few seconds of much-needed peace.

"I love snow." You whispered to yourself as the wind blew, making you shiver, but you remained now sitting on the roof with your smiling face to the darkened sky.

After enough time, you pulled out your phone.

"I should see if anyone needs any help." But before you could check the Friendly Neighborhood Spidey App, you were receiving a call from an unknown number.

"Ew, who calls anyone after 7?"

You weighed the options of answering it due to your fear of talking on the phone, but after three rings, you caved. "Hello?"

"Yes, hello, I'm calling for a Y/N Parker." The male voice on the other end sounded familiar.

"This is she." You said, standing up. "Ah, Y/N! Nice to put a voice to a list of your academic achievements." The male chuckled. "This is Dr. Otto Octavius." You physically stopped pacing and smiled. Holy crap! You were speaking to THE Dr. Octavius!

"Dr. Octavius! Hello! Wow, I can't believe you called. I take it Dr. Connors passed along... well, my life." You sent a small laugh Otto's way. "He did." He replied with a smile. "And I must say he was right; you're a bright student, Y/N."

You made a "yeah!" gesture with your arm.

"But-" Oh no! "I agree with Connors when he says you've been struggling. I can see just by looking at your grades and past reports that you're lazy. Brilliant but lazy."

"I- I'm trying to do better." You paved around the empty rooftop. "I've just had a lot of personal stuff happening lately."

The other side of the line went quiet.

"Parker, intelligence is not a privilege. It's a gift."

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, butDr. Octavius stopped you. Do you think you'll be free after the holidays?" You perked up at that and stood on your tiptoes.

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

"Uh yes- yes sir! You'll have my undivided attention!"

Dr. Octavius hummed.

"On the second Monday after the new year, I'd like to speak with you face to face. From there, we can see how we'll proceed with one another. That's about a month away, Parker. That should give you time to get your other affairs in order."

You nodded your head. "Yes, sir. Thank you!"

"I'll email you the information and where to meet me two weeks from now. Happy Holidays."

The line went dead, and you cheered. You just got an interview with Dr. Otto Octavius. He called you lazy, but he also said you were brilliant!

You put your phone away and jumped off the roof of the building with an aloud cheer that you were certain people did not appreciate.

Meanwhile, Kate was unlocking the door to her aunt's place to meet up with Clint. What she wasn't expecting was for Clint to be there already.

"Trust me, I don't plan on missing two Christmas' in a row."

Clint was on the phone.

Kate quietly closed the door, dropped her bag, and quiver on the floor.

"Laura..." Clint sounded tired. "With Kingpin back, I'd feel awful if I left and something happened." Kate's lips formed into a flat line. "Yeah, no, she's great. Kicking ass on her own." Clint said and laughed when his wife replied back.

Kate tried to remain quiet, but a floorboard creaking under her left foot gave her away. Lucky's head shot up from Clint's lap, making the archer turn around. "Hey, babes, Hawkeye just arrived, so I gotta go. Yeah. Yeah. I'll be safe. Love you too."

Clint smiled before hanging up. "She says hi." Kate nodded and told Clint to tell Laura hi the next time they spoke.

Kate grabbed a spot on the loveseat next to the couch.

"I didn't hear you come in," Clint spoke up as he put his phone away. "Don't know if that's my old age or..." He tapped his ear. "Maybe I'm just getting better at sneaking around," Kate replied with a smile.

Clint nodded his head with a chuckle. Kate was saving him from embarrassment.

Clint was still struggling with his hearing loss.

"Yeah, well... maybe it's all three," Clint said as he looked away from Kate. His hand still petting the dog.

Something in the room always shifted when talks like these happened. It reminded the two archers that time and missions with one another were limited.

Clint couldn't do this forever.

He didn't want to do this forever. He had a family and a life outside of being Hawkeye.

But damn, if he wasn't going to miss someone, he considers family—an annoying girl who was somehow more skilled than him but clumsy as hell, Kate Bishop.

Clint kicked his tongue and scooted Lucky off his lap before getting up and grabbing a water from the ridge and a laptop from his bag. "While you were at school. I got a friend to do a little research."

Clint returned, sitting at the edge of the couch closest to Kate. He opened the laptop and clicked on a folder of files. Blueprints. Bank records. Phone calls and messages all popped up on the screen.

"A friend?" Kate asked with a knowing smirk.

Clint ignored her as he took a sip of water. Clicking on the map of the city. Certain buildings highlighted in red. Others in grey. "What am I looking at?"

"The red ones are the burned-down buildings." Kate took a look at the map again. "And the grey... Potential targets?" Clint nodded before clicking on another file. It was a picture taken by Clint last night. "This is a zoomed-in photo of the blueprint on the Tracksuits wall."

"Their next target?" Kate asked. "I think so. We find one of the grey buildings that matches this blueprint." He pointed to the screen. "We can stop them."

Stop them, hurt them, make them confess, give us the details and whereabouts of Wilson Fisk.

You know, that kind of stop them.

Kate looked at the screen again. She moved pieces of her hair behind her ears before leaning into the screen. "How do we know they'll target one of the grey ones?"

Clint moved the cursor on the screen and clicked on an open tab. Finical records. "The ones burned down and these ones." The ones highlighted grey. "Are all owned by different shell companies, but when you really start digging deep, you find that they all go to the same place. Red Lion National Bank."

"Kingpin," Kate said.

Clint nodded. "He owns them all."

"So what he uses these buildings as cash houses and then burns them down when they aren't needed?" Clint shrugged. "It's a working theory. I'm sure there's more involved than money." Kate agreed.

"This one looks like the blueprint. But... but so does this one." Kate said as she clicked between two different buildings.

"It's probably built by the same company that's why they're not so different." Clint thought. "We could go stake out one and see how much movement happens."

"Sounds good to me. Doesn't look that far away. I mean it's far but- you get what I mean." She flopped her hand at Clint.

He laughed.

"Alright well, let me go get changed and we'll be off." Clint stood up and clapped his hands. "Oh, I also already fed Lucky and took him out so no need to worry."

Pizza Dog perked his ears up.

"Awww did Uncle Clint already take care of you?" Kate turned on her baby voice as she leaned over to kiss and pet the dog. "You're such a good boy!" Lucky's tail started wagging. Clint playfully rolled his eyes as he walked to the bathroom.

As she waited Kate's mind started to wander.

"Alright, we just about ready?" Clint asked as he zipped up his vest and grabbed his bow. Kate stood up putting her phone into her pocket and nodded. "My stuff's by the door."

"Great." Clint and Kate made their way to the front door to finish gathering what they needed. "Oh, here." Clint tossed Kate a purple beanie.

She smiled and looked at Clint. "Occasion?"

"It's cold and snowing outside. Can't have you getting sick." Kate's heart warmed at that whether it was sarcastic or not. "Thanks. Where'd you get it?" She asked a she released her hair from its ponytail

"Stopped by my place in the city earlier. Found it in the closet."

What Clint failed to tell Kate is that the beanie wasn't store-bought.

It was handmade.

And before you ask. God, no Clint didn't spend hours crocheting a hat together.

Natasha Romanoff did.

"Looks better on you kid." Clint smiled as Kate dawned it with pride. "Hawkeye and Hawkeye. One with a beanie the other with a hearing aid!" Kate posed as if she was shooting an arrow and exaggerated her voice.

"Had to ruin it didn't you?" Clint teased as he opened the door.

"Bye, Lucky!" Clint waved to the dog before entering the hall. "Bye, Pizza Dog! Be good!" Kate flipped all but one light switched off and locked the door.

As the two archers made their trek to the location marked on Clint's phone he spoke up simply because he couldn't help himself.

"So... who were you texting earlier?"

Kate looked to her right confused. However, she knew what Clint was talking about. "Come on. Don't give me that look. I may be deaf at times but I'm never blind." Clint bumped into Kate as they kept waking. "Don't forget I'm also the father of a teenage daughter."

Kate had him there.

"A friend." She said. "Oh, a friend! Are they nice?" Kate nodded. "She's nice." Clint smiled. She. "Does she know about this?" Clint pointed to the arrows on Kate's back.

Kate shook her head. "She knows I do archery but that's it." Clint looked at Kate's side profile. "But you want to tell her?" Kate looked up. "How'd you know?"

Clint exhaled.

"Because Kate you like this friend of yours. You're young. Oh, and you're terrible at keeping secrets."

"Am not."

She was.

In Clint's eyes, it was a miracle the whole world didn't know the real identity of the "new" Hawkeye.

"Regardless, are you going to tell them?"

Kate shrugged. "I don't know."

Clint patted her shoulder. "That's alright." Kate smiled. "I invited her to my archery practice tomorrow and to study afterward. The text was about her coming over."

Clint raised his eyebrows. "Oh well as long as you're safe."

Kate furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. But before she could reply her phone buzzed.

It was a text from you.

"Sounds great! 🎯"

You smiled as you hit send.

Your fingers remained tightly gripped around your phone as you twhiped yourself through an alleyway.

You thought about double-texting Kate. Asking her how she was or what she was doing. Or why the sudden invite to her archery practice?

Was it just for fun? The want to hang out with you? Or did Kate truly just want to show off her toned arms and skills with a bow?

Could it be all of the above?

You closed out your messages app before you could accidentally send a double text and focused on your tingling.

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I don’t know if you write for Kate Bishop from the MCU. If you do, would I be able to request an imagine where the reader is one of Clint’s kids; and Kate becomes an older sister figure to them and helps them become a superhero, please?

'hero in training' - platonic kate bishop x reader

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It’s surprisingly difficult for your parents to take you seriously.

You’d think that having not one but two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. as your mom and dad would lead to an interesting childhood. By all accounts, it did, what with your dad having to head out to battle Thanos or pick a side when the Avengers split up. That being said, you were really hoping to become a hero in your own right, but apparently that’s where Hawkeye and Agent 19 draw the line.

They’re just trying to keep you safe by keeping you out of their line of work. Supposedly. That’s how the excuse goes, at least, and goodness knows you’ve heard it often enough for the words to become familiar. People get hurt when you tangle in the Avengers business. Since you’re still a kid, they don’t want you to have any part of it. Sure, your parents made sure you’ve been taking self defense courses since you were old enough for the tutelage to have any impact, and your father trained you in the bow and arrow before that, but it’s not the same.

Secretly, you’ve always wanted more. Ever since you figured out that your dad was an Avenger, you couldn’t wait until you could join those ranks of heroes. Earth always needs a protector, and this need is only strengthened ever since your world broadened to include the rest of the galaxy. There’s a place for you as a hero, you’re certain of that. The only problem rests with convincing your parents that it’s time for you to help take up the mantle of saving the world.

They’re not too pleased with the idea, to say the least. Your mom insists that saving the world is going to have to happen after you graduate college, and your dad is leaning more towards pushing that date to never ever. No matter what you say about it being your responsibility to help protect the universe when it needs a helping hand, they’re not likely to guide you along that road.

You were assuming that you’d never get a chance to prove your worth. Your dad seemed more than ready to hang up his hat as a former Avenger, especially since you were all dusted and came back to find him without one of his oldest friends. You miss Natasha just as much as he does, but losing the Black Widow solidified the idea in your dad’s mind that he couldn’t afford to lose anyone else he cared about. As one of his precious children, you were certainly one of the ones to be protected.

After Thanos was defeated, you had assumed that was it, so much for your hero aspirations until you were old enough for your parents to get off of your back. However, only a short time had passed before Hawkeye was back in the news, and, most excitingly of all, back in the business. He claimed it was only going to be a one-off affair, something small that he would handle and return with plenty of time for Christmas.

As the days passed, though, and your dad stayed away to handle the ever-growing issues, you started to wonder if maybe your hopes might have a chance at coming back from the dead. Once your dad came back with his new sidekick in tow, you knew you were good as gold. One way or another, you were going to become a hero. Even if you had to draft Kate Bishop to make that happen.

You had a game plan. All the best heroes do. When she first walked through your door, Kate looked terrified, so nervous about accidentally being an unwanted guest that she failed to pick up on the scheming spark in your eyes upon seeing her. Immediately, you befriended the girl. That part was easy, and would have happened even if you weren’t planning on asking her for tips on how to crack into the hero business. Kate’s a nice girl, and a great friend. Honestly, even if you won’t be able to hack it in the world of the Avengers, you’d still be glad to have met her at all.

By the end of that weekend, you and Kate find yourselves staying up late after everyone else went to bed, aimlessly talking about whatever comes across your mind. She’s really funny, and many times you find yourself wiping tears from your eyes from laughing too hard.

On one of these occasions, Kate glances across the sofa at you. You watch as her broad grin turns into a softer smile. “Thanks for having me over, Y/N. I mean it. I’m really glad Clint let me come over.”

“Of course,” you assure her. “We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

She nods. “Absolutely. If there’s ever anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. Please.”

This is exactly what you were hoping to hear. “Well,” you say slowly. “You said anything, right?”

Kate frowns. “Hopefully still something legal, but we can get around that. What did you have in mind?”

You can’t hide your devious grin any longer. “I want you to train me to be a hero.”

Kate blinks at you. “What?”

You wave your hand vaguely at her. “I’ve been begging my dad to train me for years and he never gave in, but somehow you broke through his shell and got him back into the ring. I want to know how you did it. I know martial arts, so I can fight, but I don’t know how to start helping people who need it. You do. Teach me your secrets.”

Kate shakes her head disbelievingly. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I have a feeling I’d make a terrible teacher.”

“I have a feeling that says otherwise,” you insist. “Come on, Kate. At the least, it won’t be boring.”

Kate glances self-consciously at the stairs, but upon certifying that no one else is listening into the conversation, she nods at last. “Alright. Just don’t tell your dad, I finally got Clint to stop getting annoyed with me. I don’t need him to freak out because I took you on a few patrols.”

You pump your first in celebration. “Oh, I’m not saying a word. Trust me on that. This is going to be so good!”

Kate can’t help but laugh. “I think that’s right.”

Hero lessons start the next morning, bright and early. Kate claims that heroes have to be ready to defend the world at all hours of the day, but you catch her yawning into her hand when she thinks you’re not looking anyway. The two of you go on runs, practice sparring, and trade shots at the archery targets in your backyard. Although she initially tries to hide it, you know Kate is impressed with your marksmanship. That’s just the perks of growing up with an Avenger, you suppose, but it is quite satisfying to watch each of your arrows hit the bullseye whenever you fire.

Not all of your training is physical, though. Kate also teaches you important things like strategy– how to tell when you’re walking into a trap, how to get information without exposing yourself as being on a case, how to trust a stranger without letting down your guard. You half feel as if you ought to be taking notes, but Kate’s so passionate about what she says that it’s easy to follow along and remember afterwards.

Kate’s visit to the Barton family farm ends eventually, as all well-intentioned visits must. You still insist that she’s got several more months to go before she even begins to get on your nerves, but the older girl just laughs and says that it’s for the best that she heads back to the city, anyway. Something about needing to clean up loose ends. Kate assures you that you’re free to visit at any time, but you know you’ll still think fondly on these days in not-so-bleak December, back when the two of you were running circles around everyone else and planning out what it means to be a hero.

The two of you exchange phone numbers before you go, and it’s a rare night indeed that you haven’t heard from her, either a text message here and there or a lengthy call recounting all that you’ve experienced since you last parted. You’ve already made your dad promise to take you with him the next time he goes to Manhattan so you can visit Kate, and the two of you have a long list of things you need to do while you’re there. Fence, for one thing. Practice archery, for another. Maybe even save some lives while you’re at it.

Even if you and Kate may not be having face to face clandestine meetings anymore, though, that doesn’t mean you’re likely to give up on your dreams of becoming an Avenger someday. You practice according to her tips, consistently checking in to make sure you’re improving as you should. One day, you’ll get your chance. You can feel it.

Maybe six months after you first meet Kate Bishop, your patience comes to fruition. On a day trip with your school to a nearby city, you’re traveling from museum to museum with your class when you spot someone getting mugged down a nearby alleyway. Your first instinct, of course, is to help, so you murmur a quick excuse to your classmates before ducking down the alley.

The thieves aren’t expecting someone like you to jump in, and they certainly aren’t expecting you to kick their asses. The victim thanks you profusely, which makes you feel great. Maybe being a hero is well within your reach after all.

What you didn’t like so much, however, was having to sit around the police station later as a key eyewitness to the crime. You forgot one key step, which was to clear out pretty soon after saving the day. Your dad has to come pick you up, and although you’re not in trouble, you still feel guilty for making him go out of his way to get you.

Clint sits down across from you in the police station waiting room. He eyes your bruised knuckles with a raised eyebrow, then sighs. “Kate Bishop got to you, then?”

Your jaw drops in surprise. “What? I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your dad snorts. “This whole scene has her name written all over it. Kate’s got a good heart, but her planning needs some work. I’m assuming you made her help you out after I told you that Avenging couldn’t be in your future?”

You wince. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You’re expecting a lot of reactions from your dad upon hearing that you’ve been sneaking around behind his back to pursue the one career ambition he’s strictly declared off-limits. Breaking out into quiet laughter, however, isn’t that. “Mad? Why on earth would I be mad? You saved someone out there, someone who needed it. You kept yourself safe and kicked some bad guy ass while you were at it. I’m not mad, Y/N. I’m proud of you.”

A slow, careful smile spreads onto your face. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirms. “Just– next time tell Kate that the two of you don’t have to hide it from me, alright? I think both of you could use extra lessons in how to pick your battles.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Alright, alright. Does this mean she’s visiting again?”

“Maybe that you’re visiting her,” he suggests. “I’ve got a meeting coming up in the city and I was thinking about taking you with me. Only if you want to, of course.”

You spring up from your chair, wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I want to! Let’s go, I have to call Kate about this immediately.”

Clint shakes his head fondly as the two of you head to the door. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? Neither of you can get involved in multiversal nonsense, promise me that.”

“Absolutely,” you assure him, but you cross your fingers when he’s not looking. When it comes to you and Kate, the sky’s the limit.

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

The Young Avengers 🦅 | Marvel Headcanon

Takes place during Phase 4 of the MCU

Link to my marvel Masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no

Being a young former Black Widow and forming a team with Shuri, Kate, Elijah, Joaquin, and Kid Loki would look like:

To be honest you weren’t to fazed with the idea of forming a team with the younger crowd of up and coming superheroes. Sure you had been friends with Shuri since 2018 and met the others through Sam, Clint, and Thor, but the idea of creating a team like the Avengers never crossed your mind until Shuri proposed the idea. “Ain’t that Val lady forming her own team? Or Secretary Ross is, they’re calling them the Thunderbolts? Yelena was telling me about it—anyway, point is if there’s already a new team of heroes then why make our own?” “Calling them heroes is a little…far fetched if we’re being honest. They are more like the Dark Avengers—and no I was not trying to make a joke. You look at who she’s recruiting and it’s literally that. Think of us as their antithesis.”

It didn’t take much convincing after that with you literally going, “Fuck it. Let’s do it—might actually give me shit to do now that the world has gone to shit trying to get back to the way it was.” Within the hour you were pulling up to a hangar to meet the others. They all looked excited except Kid Loki. He looked rather annoyed being there—really it was Thor’s idea to have him join to keep him out of trouble. “It was either this or join him in his adventures across space. Frankly I’d rather stay in one place after escaping the Void.”

Considering you all are some of the most powerful and intelligent kids on the planet, there is bound to be some restrictions. Likely y’all would be staying at Avengers compound or create your own base camp but there would still be oversight. If Fury is not dealing with the Kree then he and Maria are who y’all report to. Other than them, the veteran Avengers tend to look after you guys—like Sam and Clint. “So since you’re now Captain America and you’re technically retired, does that make Torres the Falcon and Bishop Hawkeye?” “If that’s what they want to go by. You’re still called Black Widow aren’t ya?” “Touché”

So there you have it. Shuri: The Black Panther, Joaquin: the Flacon, You: the Black Widow, Kate: Hawkeye, Kid Loki, & Elijah: The Patriot.

As expected you’re a rambunctious group of heroes. Sometimes y’all find yourselves in trouble when you weren’t planning on it. Trouble just finds you guys 90% of the time. Agent Everett Ross has a whole supply of advil because keeping track of you all gives him a headache. “You’re job was to get it, get the intel, and get the hell out of there. What went wrong?” “Well…….as you can see um….yeah I have no explanation. Shuri you got anything?” “Nope. Torres, you?” “I can’t even remember what we were doing there.”

One time on a mission you guys actually ran into the Thunderbolts and it was quite the scene. First of all you and Yelena were like, “Hey sis! What are you doing here?” Meanwhile Bucky was scolding Elijah & Torres and Walker was getting annoyed with Kid Loki’s tricks. Kate just looked out of place while Shuri was trying to calm everyone down, “It seems there has been a misunderstanding. Unless….it was the plan for all of us to be here.” “What are you saying, Shuri?” “I believe our teams were set up, white wolf. Why else would both of us be called to the same place, for the same exact thing, on the same day?”

Having a genius like Shuri on your team meant you guys were equipped with some of the best technological advances than anyone else. Even the Thunderbolts were envious of y’all’s artillery. Not only did Joaquin get an upgrade on his falcon wings, but Kate got high tech trick arrows, Elijah a vibranium shield, kid Loki with a scepter and you got some additions to your Widow’s bite and suit. “Shit, I feel like I could take down even Thanos with these.” “Try not to show them off to much, Widow. Secretary Ross is still trying to get me to develop stuff for the Thunderbolts and i’ve given him the impression I’m not even advancing our weaponry. So..keep it on the down low.”

After some time as a team, you guys would recruit Kamala Khan, RiRi Williams and Cassie Lang as y’all’s Ms. Marvel, IronHeart & Stinger. Peter Parker would eventually join, bringing in his buddy Ned and America Chavez who were Masters of The Mystic Arts. The team grew so large y’all could actually split you guys up when multiple missions came in. With their initiation, Dr. Strange, Captain Marvel, and Scott Lang joined Sam, Clint, Fury, Ross, and Hill as ‘chaperones’.

“So what do we call ourselves?” “The Young Avengers.” “Isn’t that a derivative?” “Yeah, but it sounds less menacing than Dark Avengers or the Thunderbolts. I mean we are Avengers…just we’re young so it fits.” “True…”

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[wolfbearingroses]

Okay so the unlettered solicit for the new Ultimates title came out reccently, and for some reason this side detail stuck out to me:

It's Clint Barton doing the classic 'Spider-Man No More cover', only for Hawkeye.

Cool easter egg aside, this means that Tony went to give Clint his destiny like he did for Peter Parker. Only it didn't work and Clint quit being a hero. That means the Ultimate Universe won't have Hawkeye. Not that Hawkeye at least. That's right...

It's time for Kate Bishop.

I had a suprising amount of thoughts about this so, I'll leave them below.

Whilst this is just my wild speculation, the possibility of it has me excited. The original Ultimate Kate Bishop (seen below) was really underwhelming to me. She was just a goth girl who dated, and was forced to betray, Miles Morales.

Maybe Bendis or someone was planning to make her something else later, but she's not the badass she is in 616. Earth-6160 has the chance to change that.

One thing I love about Kate Bishop is just how... individual she is. I think stuff like the MCU has made people see Kate as just Clint's protogee, when in actuality that isn't true. She was already Hawkeye when Clint was dead. And when they first meet, they don't even get along right away (they're besties later don't worry). She didn't really need help becmong a hero, and the same can be true in this world without heroes.

The thing is Kate didn't even plan on being Hawkeye. It just happened that she picked up his bow along with Mockingbird and Swordsman's gear to help the Young Avengers and, after Hawkingbird was shot down, the Hawkeye mantle stuck. It came out of necessity, not idolism.

And the same could happen in the Ultimate Universe. They're clearly okay playing fast and loose with character ages compared to 616, focusing on ages that make a good story rather than mirroring main continuity, and an older adult street-level hero is a great part of an Avengers team. So I could definitely see an older-than-usual Kate getting fast-tracked into taking up the bow to become this universe's main Hawkeye.

Anyway, that's enough of me hyperfixating on a minor detail in a comic preview. It could all be nothing and Clint could come back (wouldn't be mad, I love Clint) but in a line that's all about reinventing classic Marvel mythology I think this would work. And that's my case for why Kate should be this generation's Ultimate Hawkeye.

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[quietblueriver]

Still Bright to Me (Kate/Yelena, 1/5)

Rewatched Hawkeye and this happened. I love them so much.

Post canon.

Kate's struggling, so Clint sends some backup in the form of a (former?) black widow assassin, who offers Kate a trade: she'll protect Kate from the tracksuits and Kate will show her the best of New York. Their deal ends, but their friendship doesn't, and suddenly Kate's pretty sure it's becoming something else entirely. Something big and scary and really, really good.

Read below or on AO3.

-

Kate could almost pretend this was a normal Tuesday morning. 

She walked into Bishop Security, tossed her bag behind the front desk, and took a right toward her mom’s office. She could see her through the glass walls, legs crossed as she looked over a set of files spread on the coffee table, a Bishop Security coffee mug waiting near her right hand on a cream coaster. Her suit was familiar, a favorite–navy with white pinstripes, wide legs, a white silk blouse. 

And then, of course, visible between the hem of her pants and the black leather of her heel, the shining black box strapped to her ankle, with its two tiny white lights signaling Eleanor Bishop’s location to the federal government at all times. 

It wasn’t a normal Tuesday morning. 

Her mom looked up as she got close, a tight smile working its way onto her face, and Kate felt the warring urges to run, cry, and vomit. Instead of any of that, Eleanor Bishop’s daughter did what she had been taught to do and kept her shit together, her own fake smile glued in place and her hands steady. 

Eleanor stood as Kate pushed open the door, walking around the coffee table and opening her arms. “I’ve missed you.” 

The words rang more than a little hollow in the face of the two sentence email Eleanor sent to set up this meeting and the total radio silence that preceded it. She’d been out on bail within like a day, which Kate knew because she got a Christmas NYT alert with a courthouse shot of her mom looking perfectly put together as she made her way down the steps to the towncar. (Nate won that round of Mario Kart.) 

From her mom? Not a word. Nothing until a week into the new year, when Kate did a double take at the sender on an email notification with the subject line: Meeting Tuesday. 

So yeah, Kate didn’t feel particularly missed. She felt like an hour on Eleanor’s work calendar. 

Still, she wrapped her arms around her mother, a stiff, quiet, awkward hug that she wasn’t sad to break. 

The tension between them hurt in a way Kate couldn’t have prepared herself for, and despite all her Bishop training, it took more than a little effort to hold back the tears pressing at the back of her eyes as she settled in the chair across from Eleanor. Eleanor, who, in addition to being a pretty major player in the organized crime scene in New York and several other major cities, was still her mom. 

It might never have been easy between them the way it had been between her and her dad, but she’d never doubted that her mom loved her. Not really. Not until she looked her in the eye and said, cold and hard and distant enough that Kate wondered if she regretted running that car through the window and into Kingpin, “Is this what heroes do? Arrest their mother on Christmas?” Not until she followed that up with silence loud enough to make Kate wonder if she’d become Hawkeye and lost her second parent on the same day. 

“How are you?” 

The question snapped Kate back to the moment, and she blinked away flashing blue lights and the smell of smoke and the pain of a cracked rib as she sobbed in the shower. 

“Fine,” she said on instinct, twirling the silver ring on her index finger. It was bullshit, but so was the question. Eleanor’s eyes locked on her ring and Kate stopped twisting, stood and got a bottle of water from the fridge under the counter, stared at the marble as she uncapped it and took a slow sip. 

“Kate.” 

Kate took a deep breath and another sip of water before she turned around and met Eleanor’s eyes. 

“Mom.” 

She could see her mom’s jaw grinding, considered very seriously walking out and calling Clint and going back to Iowa for as long as she fucking could. Laura had offered and meant it. Clint had nodded beside her and meant it just as much when he said, “Call anytime.” She’d only been back for like a day anyway; her stuff was still packed and PD would be pumped to be back on the farm. 

She didn’t leave. She sat back down in the chair. She wasn’t even close to sure that was the right decision. 

Her mom grabbed the small remote on the coffee table and hit a button and suddenly the glass behind them was frosted, she and her mother in a more private space. Chest tightening unpleasantly, Kate’s mind ran everything through a new filter. How much of that interaction had been calculated? How much of the hug, of Kate’s presence, of Eleanor’s smile, had been meant for the employees still at Bishop Security? For the attorneys Kate knew were waiting in a conference room just across the hall? For whoever might leak a picture or a quote to one of the reporters hanging around? For whoever her mom might’ve paid to do that? 

She pushed the tears away for another minute, let anger take the lead. It was, after all, much higher on the list of acceptable emotions than hurt. “What am I doing here, mom? What do you need from me?” 

It was hurt, though, that flashed across Eleanor’s face, brief but obvious, and shame bubbled in Kate’s stomach. She didn’t take it back. She didn’t look away either, watched as her mom schooled her features into something neutral and reached for a folder on the table, opening it and turning it toward Kate. 

“This is the information on your trust fund. There are two numbers on the last page, one for my attorney and one for my accountant. I’ve worked with them both for a long time. Call them and they’ll help you get the account handled.”

Kate took the folder and tucked it into the side of the chair. “Thanks.” 

It was a relief. She was, for the first time in her life, worried about money, and it sucked. She’d been working out how long she could make it on what little she had in her own account from her Bishop Security “paychecks” plus an envelope of cash Clint or Laura had snuck into her bag before she left the farm and refused to discuss when Kate found it. 

Her mother nodded. “It’s yours. It has always been yours. Whatever happens with my assets and the company, they can’t touch that. Or the apartment.”

Kate knew, vaguely, that she had a trust fund from her dad’s parents. She was from the kind of money, at least on her dad’s side, that meant her grandparents had set her up from the day she was born. She had never bothered with it before, couldn’t even access it until her last birthday, but she was really fucking glad for it now. 

And for whatever laws stopped her mom (and her dad, maybe, but she really didn’t like thinking about that either) from touching it. 

“Okay.”

Her mom sighed, lips turning down in that way they did when Kate disappointed her. It was a familiar look, and it was how Kate knew the next words from her mouth were the starting point of a negotiation, rather than an end in themselves. 

“I’m sorry, Kate, if what I said that night hurt you. And for taking some time to get in touch. I was angry, which I think is understandable.”

When Kate didn’t immediately respond, Eleanor added, “You obviously weren’t ready to talk either.”

Yeah. There it was. An accusation dressed as an observation. An invitation for Kate to apologize. 

Instead of guilt, Kate felt Laura’s arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders as she cried late on Christmas night, the photo from the Times article shining up at them from Kate’s phone screen on the coffee table. Heard the soft, “Oh, honey,” as Kate whispered her fears aloud, rasped and broken questions about whether her mom would ever want to talk to her again, whether she should call, whether it would hurt worse if she didn’t answer. 

“I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me. You made it pretty clear on Christmas Eve I’d disappointed you, and then I heard from the Times about your bail before I heard from you. Wasn’t really interested in leaving a voicemail.”

Eleanor’s frown deepened, deepened further when Kate didn’t flinch. Or, Hawkeye didn’t flinch. Kate would cry later, but her mom didn’t need to know that. Didn’t deserve to know that. 

Eleanor sighed, and her words had a resigned quality to them on the surface, but Kate knew veiled anger when she heard it. “I understand you probably didn’t know what you were doing when you made that call to the police. I know you can be rash. Impulsive. That’s my fault. Confidence is one thing, but I clearly should’ve reined you in a long time ago.”

Kate bit her tongue and started thinking about trick arrows, reminded herself that she could leave. 

“But now, Kate.” She gestured at her ankle, in the vague direction of her army of lawyers a few rooms over. “Now we’re all paying for your choices. Don’t you see that?”

Yeah. She could leave. Kate took a deep breath and another sip of water and leaned forward. 

“No. I don’t. I see you paying for the choices you made and trying to blame me for it.” Anger slashed ugly across her mother’s face, eyes sharp and chin jutting out in a way that Kate knew her own did in a challenge. “I don’t regret what I did. I wish I hadn’t had to. I wish you hadn’t…” Kate shook her head and stood. Her mom matched her. 

“Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, you do not walk away from me.” 

Her voice was tight and low and Kate had heard it like this a few times in her life, but it had never scared her before. She fought a sob and squared her shoulders. 

“If you were who I thought you were, and I was alone in a room with someone who had done the things you’ve done, you would tell me to run .” Kate shrugged, bent to take the folder. “Guess I know better now. Thanks for this.” She didn’t have it in her to hold her mom’s eyes but pride and resentment and molten anger at least kept her voice steady as she added, “Merry Christmas, by the way. One for the books.”

She turned to go, made it two steps before she felt the hand on her shoulder. She had broken the hold and turned, hands out and eyes assessing her mom like a threat, before she could stop herself. Her mom understood, if the look in her eyes was real, and she jerked her hand back. Kate wasn’t sure whether Eleanor was ashamed or afraid that Kate might break it, and fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How did they get here.

“Kate. Just…” She stepped back, sat. “I’m sorry. Give me two more minutes. And then,” she swallowed, and Kate saw her mom, just her mom, sad and exhausted, “I promise you can go. It’s important. Please.”

Kate hesitated for a second but walked back to the chair, perched on the edge. 

“Thank you.” 

The relief was genuine, and Kate nodded, gripped at the folder in her hands. Her mom cleared her throat and took another folder but kept it herself, thumbing at the tab. 

“I’m going to go away for a little while.” Kate tensed, eyed the ankle monitor before she could stop herself. Eleanor’s eyes followed hers and she shook her head. “No. No. They’re facilitating it. Fisk…Well, things are complicated right now, but he’s not a forgiving man.”

“I thought he was…out of the picture. For now.” It was one of the only reasons Clint hadn’t pushed harder for her to stay in Iowa. He’d heard through channels that Fisk had been shot. That Maya had shot him. That the whole organization was a mess and Maya was on the run and Fisk might actually be gone, although Clint said not to bank on that. 

Eleanor sighed. “Nobody knows for certain his condition. And it’s true that they appear to be distracted right now, but they won’t forget about me, especially if they think I’m cooperating.” 

Kate sucked in a breath. “Are you? Cooperating?”

Eleanor smiled ruefully. “The case against Fisk is much bigger than me. He…well, I’m honestly surprised there even is one, given the number of people in the city on his payroll or his hit list, but it seems like his influence hasn’t reached certain corners of the federal government.

“In any case, as far as he or anyone else knows, I’m not cooperating, but that doesn’t mean he wants to take chances.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Eleanor shook her head and smiled an almost fond smile, although it had sharper edges than Kate was used to. “No, Hawkeye, I didn’t.” She leaned forward, extended her hand over the table between them. “Kate, these people are dangerous. I’m going away, at least through the trial, and I would ask you to come, but…”

“I won’t.”

“Right.”

Eleanor watched as Kate leaned back, began twirling her ring again. 

“So, I need you to be careful. Call Clint Barton. Call…whoever. I have people from the company who…”

“Mom.”

“Let me finish, Kate. I have people from the company who are and will continue doing minimally invasive work to keep you safe.”

Kate raised her eyebrows and Eleanor ground her teeth but did not snap as Kate said, “I have no interest in anyone from Bishop Security keeping tabs on me. Even minimally invasive ones.”

Unyielding and unapologetic, her mom said, “I didn’t tell you to ask for your permission. I told you so that you wouldn’t shoot Ari or the company SUV he’s driving when you eventually noticed he was keeping track of you.”

At one point, the tone would’ve made her hesitate, but today it just pissed her off. Kate met her mom’s eyes as she responded. “Yeah, okay.” She made a note to look Ari up in the company directory. “I won’t shoot him, but I will lose him, and if he keeps trying, I just made a knockout arrow that works pretty well.”

Her mom rubbed at the spot at the base of her neck that meant she had the beginnings of a tension headache. 

“What do you want me to do here, Kate? This is serious, and whatever you might think of me, I’m still your mother, and I love you. I won’t just leave you.”

What Kate wanted was for her mom to not be facing a list of charges so long and violent that reading it had made Kate dizzy. What Kate wanted was for her mom to have never fucked with Wilson Fisk. For her dad to have never fucked with Wilson Fisk. For the people responsible for taking care of her to have been better and more careful. 

She said, instead, “I’ll install new security at the apartment. Non-Bishop Security stuff.” She clarified, and her mom barely suppressed an eye roll. “It’s all being redone anyway.” Thank fuck for insurance, Laura Barton’s ability to make a checklist, and contractors used to SHIELD’s specific need for quick and secure repairs to explosive damage. “And I will check in once a day with someone from the company to confirm that I’m alright.” 

Eleanor’s sigh could’ve been used as the model for disappointed and exasperated mothers. Sadly for her, her only audience was Kate, who was growing less affected by her mom’s opinion by the minute. (Still affected. Probably always affected. But realizing that her decision not to cover up a murder made her mom more disappointed than, y’know, aiding and abetting would have really did wonders in blunting the effects of maternal guilt.) 

“This is the best I’m going to get, isn’t it?”

Kate leaned back into her chair. “Yes. And if you try anything more, and you know I’ll know if you do, then I’ll stop checking in.” She paused, added even though she was sure her mom already knew, “Also, I’ll take whatever or whoever, wrap them up in a bow, and drop them somewhere super embarrassing for the company.” 

“You’re a shit,” she said, with clear fondness below the frustration. 

Part of Kate resented it. The familiarity. It was fucked, that her mom thought she had the right to act like the last month hadn’t happened. Or worse, that she had fixed everything with a non-apology and a little bit of worry and a cream folder full of financial security that was there despite Eleanor’s best efforts and not because of them. 

Another part of Kate clung to the small piece of evidence that her mom still loved her the way she hoped. Hard not to feel pathetic about that. 

She shrugged, picking at the skin around her thumbnail. “Maybe. But it’s your fault.”

“Yes,” Eleanor said softly. “It is.” She took a pen and legal pad, wrote something quickly on a sheet which she tore and folded in half before brushing nonexistent lint from her pants and standing. “I’ll walk you out.”

She took Kate to the front desk and hugged her. It was still stiff and quiet and awkward, but it made Kate want to cry less. And then that made her want to cry more.  

“Here’s protocol for contact.” She handed Kate the folded piece of legal paper. “I don’t need to tell you to—“

“Destroy it after I read it. Yeah. I got it.” 

“Shit,” her mom said again, and again, Kate shrugged. 

She bit her lip, conflicted, but in the end forced the words past her pride. “Stay safe, mom.”

She didn’t bother trying to decipher the momentary slip of her mom’s mask, what it meant that it was back in place by the time she responded, “You stay safe. I love you.”

The words landed like a thumb on a bruise, the doubt a dull ache sharpened with pressure. 

“I love you too.” It felt more like an admission of weakness than anything else, and god, she needed to get out of here. 

Eleanor raised her hand a fraction but she didn’t reach out, and Kate didn’t either, and then she was gone, heels clicking and back ramrod straight as she made her way to the sea of lawyers waiting for her. 

-

Clint answered on the second ring, just as Kate was turning into the park with PD. 

“How’s it going, Hawkeye?” 

She grinned, even in the midst of her absolutely shit family crisis, because that was still so fucking cool . 

“Not gonna lie, Hawkeye. Hasn’t been the greatest day.” She gave an emotionally abridged rundown of the encounter with her mother, Clint humming and making concerned noises as she glossed over the warning her mom provided about her safety. He didn’t question her decision to decline Bishop Security’s interventions, but she could practically see the crease in his brow through the phone. “Actually,” she said, tugging PD away from a very suspect paper bag covered in grease and…things, “you might be able to help me out. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who could hook me up with a solid security system?”

Clint laughed. It wasn’t quite his Christmas-with-the-family-in-Iowa laugh, but it was close, which made Kate relax a little. Couldn’t be too bad if Clint wasn’t stuck in Avenger mode. “Yeah. Yeah. I think I’ve got a few people for that. May or may not have already asked some folks. Mind sending me basics on the layout? I’m hoping moldy blown-out hole above a pizza joint doesn’t work anymore.”

“Nah, baby.” Kate kicked at a rock on the path. “I’ve got walls . Windows , even.”

“Livin’ the life,” Clint said seriously. 

“That’s me.” 

-

After a solid but unsuccessful (can’t win ‘em all) attempt to exorcize some trauma with a three hour workout, Kate left messages with the trust fund contacts and then spent the evening in her mostly repaired but also mostly empty apartment watching Wipe Out on the IKEA sofa she and Clint had lugged up before he left. It was fun to viciously critique contestant strategy to PD, who was a good audience and thumped his tail gamely every time Kate looked his way.

At 9:30pm, as promised, she called her designated Bishop Security agent with the safe word. It wasn’t her mom. She hadn’t heard anything more from her mom, and the sting of that was only a little soothed by the fact that she didn’t really want to have to navigate any more awkward and unpleasant conversations with her remaining bio parent. 

In an attempt at productive distraction, she made the mistake of checking her email (she’d turned off notifications after her mom’s request, hadn’t wanted any more surprises in public spaces), where she found a message from the school administration about finding a time to discuss “alternative options” for her final semester. Weirdly, they weren’t falling over themselves to welcome back a property destroying security threat whose well of money, so far as they knew, had dried up. 

Kate wasn’t thrilled at the thought of going back either. There had been plenty of nasty headlines already, and there would only be more. 

When she left campus at the beginning of winter break, she was Kate Bishop: charming archer who won nationals; fun to play beer pong with; a little loud but good on a group project; cocky and sometimes reckless but in the mostly attractive, rugged way. 

Maybe it wasn’t giving her classmates enough credit, but it felt too naive to think that she’d go back and be anything other than Kate Bishop: daughter of a massive criminal; annoyingly vocal in class; unapologetic destroyer of a beloved school landmark and a national seasonal treasure; spoiled rich kid with a massive ego who only got in because of her money. 

Kate was also self-aware enough to know that they wouldn’t be totally wrong on any of those points, including the last one, probably. The Bishop dorm that had been on campus for like a hundred years and an endowed professorship definitely didn’t hurt her application. 

Even though her mom seemed convinced that Kate didn’t realize everything she’d been given, Kate had always tried to be more than a legacy admit and a snotty, old money New Yorker and she thought, hoped, that she had been kind of successful. The last few weeks had definitely undone most of that work. Maybe all of it. 

Anyway, whatever. She’d finish with minimal time on campus her last semester, and that would be fine. Not to sound like a massive dick but Kate had never really had to try that hard to do well so it wasn’t like missing in-person classes would hurt her, and her archery season was basically over anyway. Yeah, it would be a little more lonely, but that was the life of a superhero. She had Clint. Campus was close enough that Franny and Greer could come visit whenever. And she’d make other friends. People made friends after graduation, right? That was a thing? 

She sent an email back confirming a meeting time and slammed her laptop closed a little too forcefully. 

Fighting the temptation to stare at the wall and contemplate her mom’s potential hideout locations while feeling super sorry for herself, she took PD for a last walk around the block before falling asleep to reruns of Community . Not the healthiest of habits but whatever, she needed rest and distractions. She’d worry about sleep hygiene later. (Or never.) 

She made it through three check-ins, seven walks, a depressing call with Clint confirming Fisk was still alive and likely to stay that way, four workouts, a very awkward conversation with the Dean of Students and her academic advisors, three boxes of Junior Mints, zero words from her mother, a sighting of one tracksuit goon, and the delivery and installation of what was 1000% a SHIELD-developed security system before she finally lost it, which, all things considered, was pretty impressive. 

And of course, it was a small thing. That’s how this shit went. She stumbled over one of PD’s rope toys in the kitchen, slammed her hip into the counter, and suddenly she was crying. Like, big crying. The kind of heaving, sobbing crying that hurt . She sank to the floor, where PD came to press against her in a full body lean, and she stayed there, running her fingers through his fluff, until her kitchen timer beeped annoyingly at her seventeen minutes later. 

Thankfully–also a small thing, but one that really, really helped–she had managed to get her pizza into the oven before her breakdown. She pulled it out, contemplated tearing it into pieces (wouldn’t be the first time) but was pretty sure eating hand-ripped frozen pizza over her sink wouldn’t make her feel better , so she grabbed the surprisingly useful pizza cutter gadget thing she got during a freshman year Dirty Santa exchange with the archery team and cut the BBQ chicken into squares on a cutting board, took the whole thing over to her sofa, and turned on Community again.  

She thought she was good, or as good as she could be, but when Clint called, she was back to blubbering within like 30 seconds of his, “Hawkeye,” gross, snotty, embarrassing sobs traveling through the air to Iowa. Nice, Kate. 

“Okay,” he said calmly, in a voice that Kate imagined he might use in a hostage negotiation. “Hold on. I’m getting Laura.” 

Forty-five minutes later, it was just the two of them again, Laura having worked her magic (Kindness. Kate was pretty sure it was kindness, and it was good to know that someone who had definitely been a SHIELD agent could hold on to that.) and gone to handle Nate’s bathtime routine. 

“I really don’t mind coming, Kate. This is big stuff. You don’t need to do it alone, and I don’t like that you saw one of the tracksuits in your neighborhood.” 

“I know. I know. I promise I’ll call you if I need you, but right now I’m okay. I just…it was a rough night. Look, though! I talked about it! Also, like, it definitely could have been a random dude with terrible taste in clothing and a bad haircut, okay?”  

“Mmm.” It was skeptical at best. 

“Trust me, Clint? I’ll feel bad if you come right now. There’s a kickass security system and nobody is throwing molotovs at me or even really paying attention.” This part, at least, was true. The tracksuit she’d seen was at a popular Thai place a few blocks over, seemingly just picking up takeout, and Kate hadn’t noticed any activity closer than that. “I’m a little lonely and sad, yeah, but it’s not, like, a Grey Gardens situation. PD and I are fine and we’re getting out in the world and we’re safe. I’ll SOS if things get dire. Really.” 

He sighed in concession. “Okay. I trust you. But I’m serious, Kate. Even if you’re not in immediate danger. Partners, remember? It means more than just trick arrows and car chases.” 

She’d gotten to know the Bartons over Christmas, which meant she got to know Natasha, too–through photos; Lila’s favorite sleep shirt; a post-it on the fridge saying she’d gone for a run and would be back for lunch; stories, so many stories; a late night of them ended with Nate’s sleepy voice mumbling from Kate’s lap, “I get to have her name.” There was a room upstairs that was the one place Nate didn’t explore during hide and seek, a table in Clint’s workshop that had been painted red, tiny black Barton handprints made to look like little spiders over the top, initials marked in white. Laura took a breath like she’d been punched when a recipe card fell from one of her cookbooks, neat, distinct handwriting with a PS at the bottom: Clint–Add extra cinnamon if you’re making this for Laura. 

More than trick arrows and car chases. 

“Partners. I remember. Thanks, Clint.”

- 

She wouldn’t have been surprised to see Clint on her mopey midday walk, even after their conversation. She hadn’t sounded great last night, and she knew partners also meant sometimes telling the other person to sit down and shut up and take their medicine (or ice their knee with a frozen margarita).   

It wasn’t Clint, though, who was propped casually against a tree on her regular route with PD through the park, familiar black and yellow jacket unbuttoned over a gray t-shirt and high-waisted jeans. It was, instead, the widow who almost killed him, using the combat boot resting against the tree behind her to press forward and toward Kate, grinning big while Kate stared at her like a fucking idiot. 

“Kate Bishop! Look at this coincidence!” 

She bent to greet PD, letting him sniff her hand before going in for pets. He was belly-up within seconds, and Yelena seemed delighted, kneeling to get a better angle and running dark green nails through white fur. 

It gave Kate, who was still feeling sorry for herself and definitely not ready for human interaction, much less human interaction with Yelena Belova , a chance to try to get her shit together. It also gave her a chance to admire Yelena’s hair, which was down and like, glowing, basically. Totally ridiculous, because it was gray as hell and January in New York. 

Kate, who had taken her beanie off like ten minutes ago, was pretty sure she had managed to untangle the worst of the mess before she left the apartment and was suddenly grateful she had bothered to shower, at least. 

Not that Yelena hadn’t seen her looking a lot worse. 

The assassin continued loving on her totally smitten dog, who was going to be fully disgusting from wagging and squirming all over the slushy sidewalk while Yelena praised him in Russian. 

“Yelena.”

The widow grinned up at her, giving PD another scratch before pressing to stand in front of Kate. 

“Coincidence, huh?”

Yelena shrugged, and it was annoyingly charming, her whole deal. Deadly charming. 

She wasn’t afraid, a little bit because yeah, if Yelena wanted Kate dead, she’d be dead already, but mostly because she knew more now. Clint had told her, over beer and gingerbread and conversation about Natasha, some things about his fight with Yelena, who she was to Natasha and what that meant to him. He told her a little less about the Red Room and less than that about what it was to be a widow. He told her nothing about the call he made a few days after Christmas, stepping outside speaking Russian, but Kate didn’t ask. She didn’t need to. So yeah, deadly charming but also no longer trying to murder her or her mentor.

Apparently so much in the not-murdering lane that Clint had sent Yelena to check in on her, which, weird choice, but maybe they were talking in a real way now. Clint seemed pretty hellbent on at least trying with the person who had meant so much to his person. Maybe Yelena felt the same. 

As if she were reading Kate’s mind, Yelena said, cheery as ever, “Don’t worry. Barton and I are okay. We are not best friends,” she snorted at herself, somehow making it attractive, “but we have an understanding, and I am no longer going to kill him.” 

It was nice of Yelena, not to mention why she had been out to kill Clint in the first place. Someone has hired a black widow assassin . Yeah. Someone. Kate sagged a little. God, she was tired. 

Yelena said, tilting her head down the path, “Let’s walk and talk?”

Kate couldn’t take her anger out on her mom, but Yelena was right there, so Kate, who had never been accused of not being a brat, frowned a little and took a step back. Yelena definitely noticed, because she was a fucking super spy and Kate wasn’t subtle, but she acted like she didn’t, patting PD’s head gently where he was pressing into her thigh, smile still firmly in place. 

“I…” 

“Barton sent me, if that helps.”

“Yeah. I figured.”

Yelena pointedly eyed the new distance between them with a raised brow but waited, silent and steady, for Kate to make a move. 

She could have argued. She could totally have argued. She had plenty of reasons to say no.  A few good ones, even. But she was tired and she was lonely and she had just enough sense in her to overwhelm the stubbornness and brattiness and consider what pushing away the person her friend had sent to check on her would get her. The answer was a pretty swift nothing. She already had a lot of nothing. She didn’t love it. 

“Yeah. Okay. Let’s walk and talk.” 

Yelena’s smile grew, and Kate offered one in return, a little less than full Bishop charm but more real for it. Yelena clapped her hands in front of her and turned with purpose down the path to their left, PD sticking happily by her side. 

“So what did Clint tell you?”

Yelena eyed her. “Straight to business then. Fair enough.” 

“Did you have…non…business…things you wanted to talk about?”

The quirk of Yelena’s lips made Kate’s cheeks heat. So she wasn’t the most articulate right now. Whatever. 

“Well, last time I was here, you said something about a drink.” Her lips turned down slightly. “But I think maybe you were not serious, which I have to say, is a little disappointing. I thought we had fun.” 

“Fun?” Kate said, tone disbelieving and eyebrows raised. “The part where you broke into my apartment and threatened me over mac and cheese?” Yelena made a noise of protest, which Kate ignored. “Or the part where you kicked my ass on the way to kill my mentor?” 

“Still so defensive.” Yelena tsked at her. “So for you, maybe not so much the girls’ night.” Kate snorted, which Yelena ignored. “Okay. But the sparring was fun. And you said you liked me!”

Kate shook her head but was smiling despite herself. “Sparring. That was sparring for you. God, how fast could you have kicked my ass with a little effort?” Yelena shrugged, unconcerned. “Okay well belated thanks for not breaking me in half, or whatever.”

“Removing an obstacle,” Yelena said. “I was a little annoyed, but I had a good time, in the end. I am learning to be more flexible.”

Kate’s smile widened. “Glad I could help. I meant it, about liking you. Only because you didn’t actually kill Clint, though. We would not be chill if you’d gone through with that.”

“But now we are chill?” She was definitely teasing, but it was soft, friendly, and Kate was grateful for it.

“Yeah. We’re chill. And, uh,” the calculation of her pride to loneliness ratio was depressingly quick, “I’d be down for a drink. Or food. Whatever. If you want.”

“See? Non…business…things,” Yelena drawled, imitating Kate’s accent perfectly. 

“Okay, I take it back. Drink invitation revoked.”

Yelena laughed, low and loud, eyes crinkling as she ruffled PD’s fur when he yelped a half-bark in happy solidarity. 

“So I have lost my drink privilege because I am funny. This seems unfair, but I notice you said nothing about food. That is still on the table?”

“Cute,” Kate blurted before her brain could stop her mouth, and at Yelena’s confused expression she added, a little flustered, “The pun, I mean.”

Yelena winked at her, all signs of confusion gone, and Kate rolled her eyes and ignored the uptick in her heartbeat at Yelena’s smile because not right now, Kate .

“Clint sent you?” Kate shot for exasperated but in, like, a friendly way, and it seemed to be fine, if Yelena’s nod was anything to go by. 

“Yes, yes. Barton said you’re having a bit of a shit time. I told him yes of course she’s having a shit time because her mother hired me to kill you and she also killed that rich white man who shares his name with twenty other people and then did many many other illegal things and now she is arrested.”

It was a tone Kate herself used, often in back and forth with Lila, when Clint was being dense. The hand not occasionally patting PD waved in the air in a series of gestures indicating both that Clint was an idiot and that her point was obvious. 

Kate grimaced. “Well. You’re not wrong.”

One side of Yelena’s face scrunched apologetically. “Sorry. Possibly I was too blunt?”

“Nah, it’s nice, honestly. No use dancing around it.”

“Hmm.” She continued, “Well, Barton was worried and wanted me to come see you. To make sure you are okay, which I told him was stupid for all of those reasons but also, to make sure you are safe from those idiots in bad workout clothes and whoever else, which is less stupid and is something I can actually do.”

“He…hired you?”

Yelena laughed and shook her head. “No. No. He could not afford me. But like I said, we have an understanding, and you are important to him. I was already in New York for work, and I will be here for some time, I think. So. Easy enough to find you.” Her brow furrowed slightly as she added, “We should probably work on that.”

“We?” Kate breathed to herself. 

“We,” Yelena confirmed. “I have a proposal, if you are interested.” 

PD’s tail thwacked against Kate’s leg, Yelena’s hand scratching behind his ear where he had moved to walk between them. 

“Yes, for you, too, хороший мальчик.” 

“His name’s PD, by the way,” Kate offered absently. “Short for Pizza Dog. Or Lucky.” 

Speaking down to PD, Yelena murmured something in Russian, that, based on vibes alone, was, “ Your mother has given you a series of stupid names ,” and then brought her eyes, a little judgmental, back to Kate’s. “I have been told by an associate that I need to take a vacation.” 

Her lips pulled down into a pout, and Kate tried very hard not to focus on her mouth. She was only halfway successful. 

“She was very rude about it, but also, probably, she was right. So, I finished the job that brought me back to New York and I am not taking another one right now. I want to see the city. And Clint Barton does not want to see you die.” 

“Um,” Kate said lamely. 

Yelena plowed on. “Clearly, you are not very good at self-preservation.” “Hey, that’s not…” 

She might as well not have been talking. “For example, I told you to stay out of my way and you decided to do the opposite of that.” Yelena looked at her the way Lila looked at Clint after he spent a solid minute trying to figure out how to get the Switch on. Idiot , her face said. “In fact, you slapped me in an elevator. Now. You are still alive, but that is because I like you.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You are welcome.” So now Yelena heard her. “But the tracksuit idiots will not be so nice, I don’t think. This brings me to my proposal. I will help you to stay alive, and you will show me New York.” 

Well, that was an easy yes. 

Option A: hang out and eat with Yelena and PD, watch Yelena enjoy tourist shit, and maybe, hopefully, learn some black-widow-y things from her while also not dying embarrassingly at the hands of a bunch of Grand Theft Auto rejects. 

Option B: continue to do everything she had been doing for the past five days, plus work super hard not to die embarrassingly at the hands of a bunch of Grand Theft Auto rejects. 

As much as Kate loved crying over her frozen dinner for one while her dog tried to comfort her, she was willing to try something new, even if it hurt her pride a little. 

And it did. 

She was Hawkeye. It didn’t feel great, needing protection, but something about the offer coming from an assassin skilled enough to kill a literal Avenger took the sting out of it. Also, the help came from Clint and Yelena, not her mom, which was pretty key right now. Plus it was a trade, even if Yelena was only making it feel that way to preserve a little of Kate’s dignity, a kindness that Kate didn’t know if she deserved but really appreciated. 

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, okay.” 

“Excellent!” Yelena stopped and bent to PD, who immediately flopped onto his back again. Kate watched the brown, icy water move under his tail and winced preemptively at the inevitable state of her bathroom post-dog bath. He was gonna look so sad in the tub. She was gonna be so sad trying to get him there. “Do you hear that? We are going to spend lots more time together.” 

When she stood again, her eyes wandered and caught eagerly on an ice cream cart. 

A list started forming in Kate’s mind, food and drinks and cute neighborhood walks, options for a good first Broadway show. The trade wasn’t exactly equal–Yelena protecting Kate in exchange for Kate acting as a glorified tour guide/personal Yelp–but Kate could still hold up her end of the bargain and do it well. She was a New Yorker, and she had opinions about most things in the city and those opinions were, of course, right. 

“There’s an ice cream shop six blocks away. Best waffle cones in the city. And I can recommend like 15 flavors. Good place to start?” 

It had been obvious to Kate, that first time in her apartment, that Yelena was performing–her eagerness about New York, the invitation to share food, her laughter and openness. Kate felt it again in their fight. Stop making me like you . Because she had been, and even though Kate knew who she was dealing with, she couldn’t help but be drawn in.

Yelena was beautiful and magnetic and god, so dangerous. Deadly in her charm. Deadly in her ability to disarm. Kate knew. She knew. 

Still, as Yelena’s face lit up at the prospect of ice cream, eyes defiantly bright against the gloom of the day, she found herself drawn in again, and more, something in her pushed back hard against the idea that being a widow meant Yelena wasn’t also a person. A weird, funny, vibrant person. 

“How many flavors will fit in a waffle cone?” She asked, gesturing for Kate to lead the way. She continued before Kate could answer. “We must try some other places to compare. Not to get us off on the wrong leg. It is not that I do not trust you, Kate Bishop the New Yorker, but I would like to learn what makes a waffle cone good. It is important to understand why the best is the best.” 

There was something about the tilt of her lips that made Kate say with confidence, “You 100% know it’s the wrong foot.” 

Yelena looked down at her feet, brow furrowing and head tilting as she considered. Kate’s momentary panic that she’d been a whole ass already dissipated as Yelena winked at her, and she shoved her with her shoulder on instinct, like she would have done with Franny or Greer or Clint. 

It was gone almost as soon as it appeared, but there was real surprise on Yelena’s face as she braced against the contact, obvious enough for Kate to follow up. “Sorry, was that okay?” She waved a hand between them. “The shoulder thing, I mean. I didn’t think about it but I know not everyone likes to be touched casually like that. I know we’ve fought, or whatever, but that’s different. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“It’s okay,” she said. After a beat, she added, “Thank you for asking me.” 

“For sure.” Yelena was holding herself tightly, and Kate was pretty sure she got it, not being a huge fan of vulnerability herself, so she rerouted. “Back to the art of waffle cones. The question is really how many flavors do you want to combine? Because creating a complementary situation is essential to cone enjoyment.

“And yes, you’re totally right. We’ve gotta try at least a few other places so you can form your own opinion.” Yelena’s shoulders relaxed minutely, and Kate would probably spend a lot of time later thinking about how much of their interaction was organic and how much was Yelena carefully crafting, but for now, she took the win. “To be clear, though, I’m right about this. PD agrees.” 

Yelena offered her an incredibly unimpressed look. “I hope you are joking.” As Kate’s lips pressed into a line, Yelena sighed. “Kate Bishop. This is not for dogs. You know this.” 

“Hey! They have a pup cup!” 

“Pup cup,” Yelena mocked in an American accent, rolling her eyes. “Is the waffle cone part of this?” 

“I mean…” 

“Mmm.” Yelena nodded and hummed through pursed lips. “That is what I thought.” 

“Careful, PD,” Kate stage whispered. “Your new best friend is gonna take your treats away.” 

Yelena tsked at her with a shake of her head before ruffling the hair behind PD’s ears. “Do not try to turn him against me. He is too smart for that.” 

Kate watched as PD turned his little eye up at Yelena, tongue lolling and tail going hard. Smart wasn’t the word she’d use, but she wasn’t out here trying to shoot arrows in a glass house. She and PD clearly shared a deficient interest in self-preservation when it came to Yelena, both of them a little desperate and belly-up with trust, weak in the face of a beautiful, lethal weirdo. 

Kate really, really wanted to believe it wouldn’t turn out to be a mistake. 

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

Hidden Sparks (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Summary: Kate has had enough.

Words: 1347

Warnings: Language, the team being kinda judgy.

A/N: First story for Kate. We’ll see how I feel about her after this.

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-X-

Becoming an apprentice with the Avengers – with the Hawkeye – had been Kate’s dream for longer than she was willing to acknowledge

(Because, you know, she wasn’t a creep, they were just all so super impressive and to train with the man himself? It wouldn’t look good to tell him she often dreamed about him. Not in a weird way! But getting to learn from him and everyone else. Not that he wasn’t handsome! But he wasn’t her type. And…wow, she even rambled in her brain. That’s sad.)

“Yes, you do,” Wanda joked as she passed her a plate of food, bringing Kate back into the present. “Quite loudly, in fact.”

Kate’s face went hot, staring at the delicious meal and wishing it would swallow her whole or become a portal to another planet. Whichever was the fastest option to wipe away her embarrassment.

“Be glad (Y/N) cannot read minds or your little secret would be out already.” Wanda’s tone remained teasing but the affectionate undercurrent was obvious as she chuckled at Kate’s pained groan, her powers sliding the plate away seconds before the younger woman’s head hit the counter with an audible thump.

“How long have you known?” Kate’s question was muffled but Wanda heard it clear as day.

“Since your first day at the Compound. Clint was showing you around. She exploded the punching bag in the training room and -”

“Oh god, please stop.” Kate could easily remember what thought had crossed her mind at the overly attractive display. She didn’t need the pretty, sweet witch repeating her thoughts. Especially out loud.

Wanda smirked. What Kate didn’t know was that your little display of power had been a complete accident. You’d been distracted by her appearance and lost control for a split second, sending your heated fist through the material like it was nothing.

It was also the reason you were under orders to stay away from the new apprentice. The amount of distrust directed at you by most of the team was disheartening. Wanda had once been in your shoes and she hated how little you were given still.

“Don’t give up on her,” Wanda advised after a moment of silence, voice softening noticeably.

“She hates me,” Kate whined. “I’ve been training with everyone for months except her. The longest conversation we’ve ever had was her asking if I was going up or down in the elevator, pressing the button, and then leaving to take the stairs. Like, who does that? We were going to the same floor!”

Wanda sighed heavily and Kate’s head rose, brow arching as she scrutinized the youngest Avenger.

“What was that? What do you know?” Kate inquired deliberately, gaze narrowing into a pointed stare. If there was something she didn’t know, she deserved to be in on the secret. Especially if it involved her.

Glancing away, the Sokovian chewed her lip as she considered her options. Telling Kate could be disastrous but she hated how badly the team treated you, isolating you despite the expectation that you were supposed to have their backs if something were to happen. The only person who truly spent any time with you was Bucky, which only served to garner more scrutiny from the others – aside from herself and Steve.

“Seriously, Wanda, do you know why she runs away from me like I have the bubonic plague or something? Did I do something? Or offend her? Because I know I talk a lot and I don’t always think before I speak but I never meant to upset her,” Kate babbled, her hands flailing as she grew more animated and concerned. “If you know, then maybe I can apologize for it…”

A calming hand wrapped around Kate’s wrist and Wanda squeezed reassuringly. “It wasn’t you, Kate.”

Freezing, the younger woman peered up in confusion at the redhead. “Then why?”

“Clint told her to stay away from you. Both he and Natasha threatened to speak with Fury about kicking her from the program if she dared to venture too close to you. The others either backed the threat or kept quiet, so now she –”

“What?!” Kate trembled with fury at the thought of you so lonely and defeated, staying away from her to keep your place among the Avengers. “Are you serious? And no one stopped this? Even you?”

Bowing her head shamefully, Wanda released her quaking wrist and clasped her hands together, fingers caressing her thumb ring. “I was in her shoes not too long ago. If it wasn’t for Vision, they would probably still look at me the same. I tried asking Vis to help her but he said she was too dangerous. I try but there isn’t much I can do. Her friendship with Bucky has only made her seem less than favorable in their eyes, but they have an understanding.”

Shoving up from the table, Kate’s body vibrated with unbridled anger as it washed over her in never-ending waves. She wanted to be furious with the chagrined witch but she couldn’t blame her for the position she’d been forced into.

She could blame everyone else though.

-X-

It didn’t take much to find Clint sparring on the mats with Natasha, briefly spotting you tucked in the corner of the room with the fireproofed punching bag Banner had crafted. It was apparent you’d seen her but you couldn’t escape without passing her, which kept you essentially trapped for the impending show.

Good.

“Morning, Bishop,” Natasha greeted, her smile fading at the stern expression the younger woman wore, reminding her vaguely of Yelena. “What’s wrong?”

“You two have some nerve,” Kate snarled, glancing between the former assassins expectantly. “I will have you both know that I am not a child and you have no right to threaten someone away from me! Yes, I’m younger and you seem to think I’m a naïve kid but you never should’ve endangered (Y/N)’s place on this team. She’s saved both of your asses so many times – and that’s just what I’ve seen! That’s really shitty and honestly, I had expected better from you.”

Clint’s cheeks went red while Natasha glanced away, unaccustomed to such passionate dressing-downs from someone other than Fury.

“I had to find out from someone else why she hides from me! I thought it was something I had done, but no. It was you. All of you. You trust her to keep you alive, so maybe you should trust her to be a part of this team! God!” she shouted, shaking her head in absolute disgust. “The next person I’m scheduled to train with better be (Y/N) or so help me, you’ll really find out how good my shot is now.”

Nodding his head meekly, Kate could see the silent apology shining in his eyes – the same look he often offered his children when he broke another promise – but she wasn’t the person he should be apologizing to and they both knew it.

Stomping over to you, still tucked awkwardly in the corner, Kate stopped inches from you. Arms crossed and a fire in her eye, you stared fearfully at her, awaiting her wrath.

“And you! You should’ve told me about all of this nonsense.” Her features softened slightly, gaze tracing the quiver of your lips and the worry glistening in your eyes. “You’re going to make this up to me. Starting with a date to that fancy ice cream shop a few blocks away. Understood?”

You nodded dumbly. “R-right now?”

Her silence was deafening as she playfully considered her answer. “Yes. Right now. Go shower and I’ll see you in the living room in an hour. Deal?”

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, wiping away the sweat lingering at your brow. “I’ll uh… go do that.”

Scrambling out of the room, you refused to look at the assassins as you stalked past. You couldn’t bear to see the judgment in their eyes anymore, knowing they’d probably kill you if the situation was different. But you also couldn’t stop grinning, a little bounce added to your steps as you realized something spectacular.

You had a date.

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[thewidowsghost]

Happy Holidays! - Chapter 14

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Jack steps around the corner, the sword still held level with the Avenger’s throat. “Stay exactly where you are,” the man says.

“Jack, no!” Kate runs down the hall to stop her soon-to-be stepfather, (Y/n) just behind the archer.

“What the hell is going on?” Eleanor steps around another corner from the kitchen. Then she stops. “And why is there an Avenger in my dining room?”

“Hi,” Clint says, meeting Jack’s gaze, before his eyes flick back down to the sword.

Kate shifts slightly, her gaze flying from Clint to (Y/n) to her own mother.

“Oh, my god,” Jack says, lowering the sword. “You’re . . . you’re Archer.”

“Hawkeye,” Kate corrects.

“Clint,” Clint interjects, glancing over at the younger archer.

“It’s the branding issue, I’m telling you,” Kate says and (Y/n)’s lips twitch.

“Yeah, sure,” Clint replies.

Jack chuckles, glancing back at his fiance.

. . .

Kate, Clint, and (Y/n) are sitting across from Jack and Eleanor.

Kate’s knee bounces nervously and (Y/n) rests a hand gently on her thigh - she couldn’t reach Kate’s knee due to how far away the chairs were.

“Hawkeye, (Y/n), and I are working on a case, and we needed to use the bathroom,” Kate tells her mother. “He did. So, we were by the house, we dropped in. No big deal.”

“Working on a case together?” Eleanor asks.

“How terrific,” Jack says at the same time.

“They’re my partners,” Kate replies. Though I hope my partnership with (Y/n) is different than work partners.

“We’re not partners,” Clint replies.

“Brutal,” (Y/n) mutters and Jack meets her gaze, looking amused.

“Well, we’re friends-slash-partners,” Kate says.

“I wouldn’t really describe us as friends,” Clint corrects.

Kate’s mother’s phone chimes on the table and she picks it up.

“Someone used my laptop to sign onto my work account ten minutes ago,” Eleanor says, looking up and meeting her daughter’s gaze. “Any thoughts, Kate?”

“Hawkeye?” Kate says, looking over at the archer. “Haha. You’ll never get anything outta him. See, CB-One has trouble opening up.”

“Nobody calls me CB-One,” Clint replies.

“I should start calling you that now,” (Y/n) jokes, leaning forward slightly in her seat to meet her uncle’s unamused gaze.

“I’m just tryin’ it out for a second,” Kate says, meeting the Avenger’s gaze. “Probably some early childhood thing. He thinks he doesn’t tell me much, but he ends up telling me all of it.”

“I tell her nothing,” Clint replies.

(Y/n) had turned fully in her seat to watch the archers bicker.

“I think it’s ‘cause I’m generally pretty chill. I’m not like ‘Oh, my God, Hawkeye!’” Kate goes on.

Jack’s gaze falls onto (Y/n), who was watching Kate, her expression soft with affection for the young Bishop.

Clint shakes his head. “Definitely not chill.”

Jack and Eleanor look between the two archers.

“By the way, thank you . . . for saving the world,” Jack says, looking at Clint.

Clint smiles and Kate shifts uncomfortably, reaching over - not trying to be inconspicuous at all - and taking (Y/n)’s hand.

“Don’t mention it,” Clint replies.

“I would like my daughter to start telling the truth,” Eleanor says as (Y/n) fixes herself in the seat.

Kate begins to nervously fiddle with (Y/n)’s fingers.

“I logged into your account because I needed information on an actual case with actual people who are in actual danger,” Kate says.

“So, Kate is helping you with an Avengers-level threat?” Eleanor asks Clint.

(Y/n) is the one who replies, and Kate wonders how her girlfriend(?) could remain so calm and collected. “It’s not an Avengers-level threat. It just happens that we ran into an Avenger in the middle of the street.”

“My niece is correct,” Clint says.

Eleanor’s eyebrow raises, “But you are working together?”

Clint swallows thickly and Kate turns to look at the archer.

“Yes,” Clint replies. “Sounds weird, ‘cause it is.”

Eleanor looks at Clint, and then looks over at his fiance. “Okay,” Eleanor says, looking as though she didn’t believe what the Avenger was saying. “Well, I guess I’m just gonna have to trust everyone at this table to do what’s right.”

Clint catches sight of Jack’s liberated Ronin sword and he hums in agreement.

“Cool. It was great bumpin’ into you guys,” Kate says, she, Clint, and (Y/n) stand up.

“Please stay,” Eleanor says, looking between Kate and (Y/n), who sit back down.

“We should get . . .” Kate tries.

“Can I see you out?” Eleanor looks at Clint.

“I’ll get my coat,” Clint says, he and Eleanor walking to the door.

Jack, (Y/n), and Kate sit at the table. Jack smiles at his future step-daughter as he takes a sip of coffee.

Kate gets up from the table, and (Y/n) follows, both girls calling their dogs to them.

. . .

Kate shifts uncomfortably on the couch as she hears her mother talking to Jack.

“Kate has always been confident, never had to worry about her on that front,” Eleanor says.

Lucky the Pizza Dog is lying on the couch above Kate’s head while (Y/n) is sitting on the floor, Bolt’s head in her lap.

Looking over, Kate meets her mother’s gaze; Lucky the Pizza Dog lifts his head.

“You’re getting that pre-headache look, darling. Let me get you some tea,” Jack says, placing a gentle hand on his fiance’s shoulder. “Would you like something, Kate? (Y/n)?”

(Y/n) smiles slightly and politely refuses, but Jack studies her for a moment.

“You look like you could use a coffee,” Jack says.

“I’ll come help,” (Y/n) gets to her feet easily. “Two creams and a sugar?” (Y/n) looks down at Kate.

Kate nods, smiling slightly.

Once (Y/n) and Jack leave for the kitchen, Kate sits up. “Mom, I really need to talk to you about Jack.” Kate says.

“Hey, could we . . . Um . . . Could we change the subject,” Eleanor says, shifting uncomfortably. “You need to give him a break. Come on. I . . . I need your help with a few decisions on the Bishop holiday party.”

“I don’t . . . I don’t think I’m in the mood,” Kate replies.

Bolt lifts his head, before rising to his paws and resting his head on Kate’s knee.

“Come on, Kate,” Eleanor says. “You’re great at this sort of thing. The party’s non-denominational, encourages company camaraderie with a festive spirit.”

“Sounds like a blast already,” Kate replies through a clenched jaw.

“Did someone say parties?” Jack asks, walking back into the room holding his fiance’s tea.

(Y/n) follows, handing Kate a mug of coffee before sitting down beside Kate.

Kate smiles over at (Y/n) before she takes a sip of the coffee.

“So,” Eleanor says, taking the tea from her fiance, “Clint said that you’re his niece.”

(Y/n) looks up from her coffee.

“Not by blood,” (Y/n) replies. “He and my mom were best friends.”

Eleanor meets (Y/n)’s emerald green gaze. “You’re Natasha’s daughter,” Eleanor says finally and (Y/n) nods, taking another sip of coffee. “I’m sorry for -”

(Y/n) shakes her head. “It’s fine,” is her reply and Kate could tell how uncomfortable her friend was. Bolt removes his head from Kate’s knee to hop up onto the couch, nudging (Y/n)’s cheek with his nose.

(Y/n)’s expression softens, and she scratches affectionately behind the dog’s ears.

“Well, I hope there’ll be plenty of dancing at this party,” Jack says.

“Well, my mother doesn't dance,” Kate replies.

“Really?” Jack asks, his eyes twinkling. “I beg to differ. Darling?”

Kate and (Y/n) watch, rather awkwardly, as Jack serenades Eleanor with ‘Chestnuts Roasting Over an Open Fire’ and at the end, Jack dips Eleanor.

After a moment, both Jack and Eleanor return to their seats across from Kate and (Y/n).

“Wow!” Eleanor says. “A superhero house call and a serenade, all in one day.”

“Well, you know what they say . . . life is short. You never know what you’re gonna get,” Jack says and the other three women laugh. “What? What’d I say? Did I say something wrong or . . .”

“Jack, everytime you use one of those aphorisms, you use it wrong,” Kate says, smiling slightly.

“What? No. That can’t be right, is it?” Jack looks over at his fiance. “Darling. Please.”

Eleanor lets out a snort of laughter, “The other day, you said, ‘Absence makes the heart grow older.’”

“Because that’s what it does,” Jack replies.

Eleanor laughs again. “Yeah. Honey. Come here,” she says.

“No. Really?” Jack asks, leaning over so his fiance could kiss him.

“You’re makin’ my heart grow older,” Eleanor says.

“I guess getting laughed at by family,” Jack says, “is better than being alone for the holidays, right?”

(Y/n)’s smile slides off her face and she turns to Bolt, letting her fingers run through his fur.

“What’s better than being with family?” Eleanor asks. “I’m so glad you’re both here.”

Kate glances over and (Y/n), sensing her dropping mood. Kate blinks, feeling guilty. She could be home with her mom right now, but she and Clint are stuck taking care of my mess.

“You know, we should play a board game,” Jack offers.

“That’s a cute idea,” Eleanor replies.

“I’ll leave y’all to it,” (Y/n) says, rising to her feet and smiling slightly. “You want me to take Lucky,” she looks down at Kate.

“If you’d like,” is Kate’s reply, and (Y/n) can see the guilt gleaming in the archer’s eyes.

“Come Lucky,” (Y/n) says, picking up the dog’s leash and hooking Lucky to it before snapping on Bolt’s leash. “It’s was great to see y’all again.”

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Kate offer, standing up.

When the two young women are out of earshot, Jack turns to his fiance. “I like her,” he says and Eleanor meets his gaze. “I think she’s good for Kate.”

. . .

(Y/n) enters the ‘safe-house’ leading Lucky and Bolt inside.

“Hi, Uncle Clint,” she greets him.

“I thought you were with Kate,” Clint says, as (Y/n) unclips the dog’s leashes.

“She’s spending time with her family,” (Y/n) replies and Clint can see the sadness reflected in her eyes. “I thought I’d come over and we could hang out.”

Clint nods, making his way to the freezer and grabbing a few frozen smoothies and wrapping them around his arms and knees.

. . .

The two settle down in the living room, Lucky and Bolt curled up together in a chair, but then the buzzer rings.

(Y/n) goes to get up, but Clint had beat her to it, walking over.

“It’s me. I come bearing pizza and holiday cheer. Let me in,” Kate’s voice comes from the tiny speaker, and Clint lets the young archer inside.

But the time Kate had made her way to the apartment, Clint had settled back down in his chair, his smoothies still taped to him.

“All right, this is the classic Hawkeye costume we’ve been waitin’ for,” Kate says and (Y/n) laughs.

“What is all this?” Clint asks.

“This,” Kate sets down all of her grocery bags beside (Y/n) on the couch, “is me saving the holidays.”

“Is that right?” Clint asks.

“I’ll get you guys home in time for the big day,” Kate says, rounding the couch and (Y/n)’s stomach erupts into butterflies when she sees the Santa hat on Kate’s head. “Figured in the meantime, we could celebrate,” Kate says, removing her jacket and plopping down between (Y/n) and her grocery bags. “It’s movie marathon night, right?” Kate asks. “Check this out. I got movies.”

Clint genuinely smiles at the young archer. “That’s really thoughtful of you. Thanks. But yeah, can we put a pause on that and talk about Sword Boy for a minute?” Kate looks up from her stack of movies. “You got good instincts, kid,” Clint says.

“What do you mean?” Kate asks.

“So, I did a little digging and it turns out, Sloan’s a shell company that loungers money for the Tracksuits. And Jack Duquesne is the CEO.”

“You sure?” Kate asks, her eye wide.

“Mhmmm,” Clint replies, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Okay, well, we’re just gonna have to come up with a plan to take down my mom’s fiance’s organized crime ring while simultaneously having a heartwarming holiday celebration.”

Kate reaches into her shopping bag and pulls out three Christmas sweaters. She tosses Clint his, which has a ginger cat sewn into it. Then, Kate hands (Y/n) hers, which has a few white german shepherds on it, and finally, her own, with golden retrievers sown into the fabric.

“Got anymore of that slushy stuff?” Kate asks Clint, getting to her feet and pulling a blender out from under a counter.

“In the freezer,” the Avenger replies.

Clint smiles slightly as (Y/n) steals Kate’s golden retriever sweater, pulling it on.

. . .

“Okay, cops,” Kate says, holding a marker and standing in front of a photo. “We need to get the cops off my back. TSM, we need to get them to leave us alone.” She makes ‘x’s’ over the words she’d written. “And we need to figure out why and how Jack is connected to it all.”

“Yeah, right,” Clint replies, looking up from where he was feeding Lucky a few pieces of sausage.

“This is the part where you finish my sentence with a plan,” Kate says and (Y/n) laughs.

“Planning’s not really my thing,” Clint replies. “Are you sure that’s dry erase?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Kate lifts her arm and runs it across the glass. The marker doesn’t move or erase.

Kate looks exasperated and (Y/n) laughs again, clutching her stomach.

. . .

“How do we get more trick arrows?” Kate asks as the three are watching a movie.

“Well, there are no more trick arrows,” Clint replies.

“Like, in the world,” Kate questions.

“Basically,” Clint answers. “I have a few more trick arrowheads. But you can’t just put ‘em on any shaft.”

“So we really need to get these back.”

. . .

“What’re you doing?” Clint asks as he flips through the selection of movies.

“See?” Kate says, she and (Y/n) decorating the small Christmas tree. “Tree covers the parts that won’t come off.”

“Well, now you’re problem solving,” Clint says and (Y/n)’s eyes gleam with amusement.

. . .

“Have you ever heard of boomerang arrows?” Kate asks.

“What?” Clint turns to look at the young archer. “Why would I ever want to use a boomerang arrow?”

“Because they come back,” Kate says, and (Y/n)’s attention is pulled from the movie.

“Exactly,” Clint says.

“Yeah, well, if all trick arrows were boomerangs, then we’d have them all,” Kate says, seeming to come up with viable reasoning for her previous question.

“Coming back at us,” Clint says.

“We’d have to dodge a little,” Kate says meekly and (Y/n) giggles, burying her face in Kate’s shoulder.

. . .

“So, best shot you ever took?” Kate asks, (Y/n)’s head resting sleepily on her shoulder.

“Uh, the one I didn’t take,” Clint replies, sitting down and sipping on his smoothie.

“What does that mean?” Kate asks.

“Uh, it means . . .” Clint begins. “Never mind, shouldn’t have said it.”

“Oh, come on, you can’t do that,” Kate argues.

“Never mind, it’s nothin’,” Clint replies.

“What? Come on, consider it my Christmas present,” Kate pushes.

“No, it’s not the right time,” Clint says.

“Yes,” Kate insists.

“Come on, Uncle Clint,” (Y/n) replies sleepily.

“It’s . . . about the time I met someone,” Clint obliges. “I was sent to take her out.” (Y/n) shakes the sleep from her eyes, sitting up to hear the story. “And when I got there, when it was time . . . Um . . . I couldn’t do it. I just had this feeling that she needed out. Turns out, I was right.”

“You mean Natasha,” Kate guesses.

Clint nods. “She’s the best there is,” Clint says. “Retired now.”

“Mom’s never told me that story before,” (Y/n) says, straightening, though leaving her weight on Kate, not that the young archer minded.

“She didn’t think you were old enough to know,” Clint tells his niece. He straightens in his seat and turns to look at the television that was playing It’s a Wonderful Life.

“You lost your family in the Blip?” Kate asks the Avenger.

Clint nods, “Yeah. Like half the world.”

“God, that must have been devastating,” Kate murmurs.

“Yeah, there are no words,” Clint replies.

“Is that where you met the Ronin?” (Y/n) asks her uncle. When he doesn’t respond, (Y/n) sighs softly, “It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Everybody dealt with the Blip in their own way,” Clint replies, not meeting his niece’s gaze. “I continued doing what I was trained to do.”

“Protect people,” Kate says, meeting the Avenger’s gaze.

“Hurting people. Investigating first, but in the end, my job has always been to hurt people,” Clint corrects.

“You were a hero,” Kate says.

“A weapon,” Clint corrects one more. “I was aimed by the right people at the right person, so . . .”

“Look, you made mistakes, but those are behind you,” Kate tells the archer.

“No, it’s tied to me,” Clint replies. “Tied to my family,” he glances at (Y/n), who’s expression had softened. “That’s why I’m here. And I can’t go home ‘till I fix it. I really appreciate what you did tonight,” Clint tells Kate. “It means a lot.”

“You know, you two should get some rest,” Clint tells the two. “You got a big day tomorrow.”

(Y/n) obliges, holding out a hand to Kate, who takes it. “Come, Lucky, Bolt,” (Y/n) calls to the dogs, and they follow the young women into the bedroom.

(Y/n) grabs a change of clothes and moves into the bathroom to change.

When she comes out, (Y/n) stares at the mistletoe hanging from the door frame.

“Kate Bishop,” (Y/n) says, meeting the young archer’s face - she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “You did not.”

Kate shrugs, trying to look inconspicuous, but it doesn’t work, and (Y/n) laughs, walking over and pulling Kate to her feet.

Kate’s eyes drop down to (Y/n)’s lips before they snap up to (Y/n)’s emerald green gaze.

“My eyes are up here, Bishop,” (Y/n) says, resting her arms on Kate’s shoulder and linking her fingers.

Kate blushes, and keeps her eyes fixed on (Y/n)’s.

(Y/n)’s gaze drops down to Kate’s lips.

“Hey, Romanoff,” Kate says, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “My eyes are up here.”

Both Kate and (Y/n) lean forward and (Y/n)’s phone rings.

(Y/n) groans softly, her head tipping forward to rest against Kate’s chest.

(Y/n)’s phone rings again.

“I think you should get that,” Kate says.

“I don’t wanna,” (Y/n) complains, moving her arms down to wrap around Kate’s waist and pull in in for a closer hug.

Leaning over, Kate can see the caller ID. “It’s your mom,” Kate says.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” (Y/n) pulls away from Kate, grabbing her phone, and jumping up onto the bed and accepting the FaceTime.

“You took a long time to answer,” Natasha Romanoff says, looking at her daughter suspiciously.

“I was in the bathroom,” (Y/n) says, though it wasn’t a lie, she had been in the bathroom. She definitely wasn’t about to tell her mother that she was about to kiss her uncle’s protege.

(Y/n) sees her mother visibly relax through the phone and she glances over as Kate plops down onto the bed.

“How are you?” (Y/n) asks her mother.

“Missing you,” Natasha replies, and (Y/n)’s expression softens.

“I miss you too,” (Y/n) says.

Bolt jumps up onto the bed, sniffing at the phone excitedly at the sound of Natasha’s voice.

“Hi, boy,” Natasha says, her eyes softening at the sight of the dog. “I hope you’ve been good.”

“You know he has,” (Y/n) replies.

A weight hits (Y/n)’s shoulder, and she looks over, her eyes softening with affection. Natasha smiles slightly, watching her daughter’s interaction with the asleep archer.

“You like her,” Natasha says and (Y/n) directs her attention back to the FaceTime. When (Y/n) doesn’t automatically reply, Natasha says, “I’m not upset. She seems like a sweet girl.”

(Y/n)’s eyes brighten. “She really is. She knew Clint and I were upset that we couldn’t be home for movie night, so she bought some movies and we decorated the safe house. And we had pizza and we played games.”

(Y/n) pauses when she realizes she’s rambling, her cheeks darkening. Natasha smiles at her daughter through the phone.

“You better be inviting her for Christmas,” Natasha says. “I’d like to meet this Kate Bishop in person.”

“I’ll ask,” (Y/n) promises. “I’m not sure if she’s spending Christmas with her mom and step-dad or not.”

“You keep me updated on your relationship status,” Nataha says and (Y/n) laughs.

“I will, Mom,” (Y/n) replies.

“I’m going to let you go, you probably have a big day of ass-kicking tomorrow,” Natasha says.

“Well, Kate and I are going on a fun journey to collect Trick Arrows, so,” (Y/n) replies, “yes, ass-kicking.”

“Hey, language,” Natasha says, her eyes gleaming.

“Hey, you just said the same thing,” (Y/n) replies.

“But I’m your mother, I say what I like,” Natasha says, and (Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

“Okay,” (Y/n) chuckles. “I love you.”

“Love you too. I’ll see you soon,” Natasha replies.

(Y/n) hangs up the phone, her head tilting over to rest against Kate’s. “What’ve you done to me, Kate Bishop?” she asks, lying Kate down slowly so as not to wake her.

Kate lets out an unconscious murmur, scooching over to wrap her arms around (Y/n)’s waist.

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[mastcrmarksman]

616 / main verse + divergence.

Finally writing my 616 verse up. Most 616 centric comics up until the 2016 era are canon and then we start going heavily canon divergent from Civil War 2 and onwards. Instances of my 616 verse are specific and separate between rp partners, each post, and ships but some things remain always canon.

-> CW2 is handled very different and leans more into Government/Corrupt Politicians versus Superheroes. Clint does kill Bruce Banner, he does go on trial, and his reasoning is a lot more personal to himself and his long friendship with Bruce Banner; no one but Bruce and him truly know why he did it.

-> Occupy Avengers is vastly divergent, but the team of Red Wolf, Clint Barton, Nighthawk, Tilda, and Wheels going around solving problems does happen.

-> We ignore Secret Empire's existence and other marvel events from 2016 to Devil's Reign.

-> Kate's West Coast Avengers does happen and is mostly the same.

-> Carnage event with Clint, Cap, Spiderman, Logan, and Thing does happen.

-> Hawkeye: Freefall is canon and mostly untouched in changes made

-> Thunderbolts 2022 is largely changed that should it even count as happening? Clint is not leader of this TBs, but he is on the team

-> The jury is out on Black Widow & Hawkeye (2024), but signs point to non-canon or heavily divergent.

-> The rest of this post is detailing the this blog canon-divergent events from 2016 comics to 2022 comics.

Following the events of his acquittal for the killing of Bruce, Clint Barton goes on a long trip across the country. He travels from state to state, bar hopping, and trying to solve every day problems of average citizens. He ends with small team of lost souls along the way. His roadside hero days end when Kate Bishop calls for his help in setting up her own West Coast Avengers. Eventually, the call comes in for him to help Captain America with a crisis which lands him back in New York, which he had been staying away from.

This goes poorly as the city has changed, such as Wilson Fisk is now mayor. New York and what has happened to Superheroes is a big trigger for him, and it leads to excessive drinking and vigilantism. The pardoning of a known crime boss he had just busted leads to Clint starting guerilla warfare, while masked as Ronin himself, against the Hood. After his defeat of the Hood, Clint flees New York ago and goes on another soul searching journey, now a pariah amongst many of his friends.

The next time that Clint returns to New York, is after an accident and crisis of life he had while on the road. Things have hopefully cooled down, moved on from his Ronin stunts and Clint's trying to fix his life, cut back on drinking, go sober (he's barely managing three months), and make a real change with himself. Make amends with his friends, with the Avengers, and find his place back in superhero society. Luke Cage is now mayor and offers him a way to do superheroics by the book as being part of the reclaimed NYC Thunderbolts, in hopes to repair New York's relationship with superheroes.

After a relapse early on with his new Thunderbolts team and a very heavy phone call with Bobbi, Clint attempts going sober fully again and this time with help. Present day Clint is struggling still with everything, trying to get back on good diet and workout routine, manage sobriety and self care, as well as battle with the internal war of his feelings about being on a super team and pondering if street level vigilantism may be his path in life now, and making amends with his friends and the avengers.

ADDITIONAL NOTES

-> To keep with his sobriety, Clint has the help of two friends, of whom he'll call his sponsors, @danversiism & @thefleetsfinest

-> Lucky is with him most of the team instead of Lucky being with Kate; the dog has been trained by him after all to be a disability aid (hearing dog), given Lucky tends to let him know when someone at the door as well as helps him feel secure in his home (dog will alert to intruders if he is sleeping) or comes with him on when he goes out in the world without his hearing aids in

-> Clint has three therapists in total since trying to put his life back together, manage his depression and adhd, cope with his trauma, and stick to sobriety. The first one was Lynette, who eventually he had move on from (she moved out of country), a second one who shall not be named because he was not a good fit, and this third, most recent one is Johanna.

#[ ABOUT ] I guess I just need something or someone to believe in or maybe I just need someone who believes in me #[ STUDY ] Clint Barton and Alcoholism #[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings #[ ABOUT ] Verse bios tag #finally i wrote this up. i am proud of what i have been developing with my writing clint barton over the last 10 years.

[alotofpockets]

Could this be more? | Kate Bishop x Reader

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader; Clint Barton x Kate Bishop (platonic)

Prompt: “Do you think this, us... do you think it could ever… be something more?” (full request)

Requested by: anon

Word count: 850

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“Why don’t you and your girlfriend come over for dinner this weekend, the kids have been asking for you the past two weeks.” Clint says during a sparring session with Kate. Kate freezes in place by the question, which results in her being too zoned out to block Clints attack. She falls to the ground, hitting her head in the process. Clint is quick to help her up, “I’m so sorry, Kate. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He says concerned. He takes her to the living room and sits her down, before heading to the freezer to get some ice.

When he comes back with a frozen pizza in his hands Kate jokes, “I love pizza, but I don’t think it would be very helpful in this situation.” Clint rolls his eyes and hands her the pizza, “We’re out of ice, this was the only thing in the freezer. Put it on, it will help with the pain and will make the swelling less.”

“Now tell me kid, what happened out there?” Clint asks with a concerned look. He knew Kate could get distracted easily but didn’t see any reason for her to be this time. “You said you and your girlfriend. I don’t- I think you meant y/n, but she- she’s not my girlfriend.” Clint looks even more confused now, “Y/n is not your girlfriend?” Kate shakes her head, which prompt Clint’s next question. “But.. you want her to be?”

The answer to that question was easy, of course she did. She has wanted that for a while now, but you are best friends, she didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had by confessing something that could make her lose you. She told Clint all about it, hoping he would have some advice. Which he did, “By the way the two of you act around each other I assumed you were dating. So, in my eyes she thinks the same way about you, Kate. I know it’s scary, but if you really feel this way about her I would tell her.” When Kate didn’t totally seem convinced he tried one more thing.

“You know Laura was my best friend before we started dating, right?” Kate’s eyes widened, she did not know. Clint told her about their story to hopefully get Kate to confess to you and eventually drove her home, not trusting Kate to drive herself. With a new frozen pizza on her head, she let herself into her apartment. Where you were already sitting on the couch playing a video game. The second you saw Kate you stopped the game and got up.

“Honey, what happened?” You say walking closer and lifting the pizza box slightly to see how bad it was. “Clint kind of knocked me to the ground during training, but I’m fine. You don’t have to worry.” She smiled at your scrunched up nose. “Clint did what?” You say, sounding like you’re ready to fight Clint Barton who also happened to be the Hawkeye. “It wasn’t his fault, no need to fight anyone.” Kate says with a chuckle and sits down on the couch, once again putting the pizza box to her head. “It was my fault, I got distracted.”

“Oh, Kate.. you have to be more careful with yourself. You know I’d like to keep you around for a bit longer.” You say with a wink as your hand puts the hair that fell in front of her face behind her ear. Kate diverts her eyes from yours, “Y/n, can I ask you something?” You nod for her to go on.

“Do you think this, us... do you think it could ever… be something more?” Kate asks struggling to find the right words to ask you, making a slight blush appear on her cheeks. Your cheeks turn a similar shade of pink. “I think we definitely could.”

Kate looks at you with a faint look of shock in her eyes, “Oh ehm okay, I didn’t think this far ahead. I never imagined you’d say yes. Ehm let me think, what’s next?” You smile at her nervous rambling. “I could help you with that. Next you could kiss me and then as me out on a date.” You say, surprising yourself with your confidence. Kate smiles back, “I can do that.”

She puts the pizza box down and places her other hand on your cheek, gently pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was everything you dreamed of it being. Her lips were soft on yours, your lips moving in synch. The way your whole body felt warm from the gentle was she was kissing you.

When you part from the kiss, neither one of you can stop smiling. “Y/n, will you go out to lunch with me tomorrow?” Kate asks, your foreheads still connected, “As a date.” You kiss her again, after saying you would love to.

The rest of the evening you spend cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. Both with a smile on your face that was going to be there until you fell asleep.

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I made a claim that there is a trend that won't allow female leads of superhero movies and tv shows to have and end up with a male love interest. So I decided to back that up with some stats. I looked at 60 different lead characters of live-action superhero tv shows and movies from Marvel and DC, sorted them into different categories by gender and type of ending (see the details below the cut).

My findings:

While 95% of male lead superheroes have opposite sex love interests, only 61% of female lead heroes have opposite sex love interests. 62% of male leads end up together with their (female) love interests. Only 22% of female leads end up with their (male) love interest (in fact I can only find 4 examples, as opposed to the 26 male examples. All four are tv shows. I do not know of a female lead superhero movie/movie franchise that ends with the female lead happy together with her male love interest.) In contrast only 5% of male leads have no love interest whatsoever, as opposed to 22% of female leads. Women are also more likely to have their love interest die, with 17% compared to the male 10%.

The categories I used:

A. ends up with their love interest (the lead themselves MAY die. For example Tony Stark does get to marry Pepper and have a child, and then dies. Oliver Queen has a similar situation and then also gets an epilogue together with Felicity in some sort of afterlife) B. Has a love interest but doesn't end up with them (they split up; the love interest ends up with someone else; they are permanently separated) C. The love interest dies D. No canonical love interest E. The series is still ongoing/was cancelled mid-story-- there IS a love interest but it's not clear if they end up together eventually or not (EA-- will probably be together/implied they will; EB-- doesn't seem like they'll be together; E-- I have no clue. I recognize these are open to interpretation, that's why they're classified separately) F. Same Sex love interest

"What do you mean by a "lead"?" They have to be THE main character of their series/movie/franchise. Generally this is the title character. Ensembles were included only if there was a clearly discernible main character (e.g. Peter Quill in GOTG). The only times I counted co-leads was in the cases of Agents of Shield (both Daisy and Coulson), TFATWS (Sam and Bucky), BVS (Clark and Bruce), and Hawkeye (Clint and Kate).

Marvel male leads Tony Stark A Steve Rogers A Scott Lang A Clint Barton A T'challa A Nick Fury A Phil Coulson A Peter Parker (Maguire) A Marc Spector/Steven Grant A/EA Danny Rand EA Michael Morbius EA Matt Murdock (Cox- Netflix) EA Peter Parker (Holland) EA Bruce Banner B Doctor Strange B Loki B Luke Cage B Matt Murdock (Affleck) B Peter Quill C/B (I'm counting it as a C, his version of Gamora died) Frank Castle (Bernthal) C/B Peter Parker (Garfield) C Thor C Shang-Chi D (but if I had to guess, will end up with Katy) Sam Wilson D Bucky Barnes E (I'm counting Sarah Wilson as a canon love interest. If not, he's in the D category) Eddie Brock E

Marvel Female Leads Peggy Carter A Daisy Johnson A Kamala Khan EA Jessica Jones EB Natasha Romanoff B Jennifer Walters B (I'm counting Matt as a love interest for her show, but I don't think there's any chance of them being together past what we saw. Categorize this as an EB if you prefer) Sersi C Wanda Maximoff C Shuri D Kate Bishop D Carol Danvers D 26 M 11F

Marvel Male Stats A- 8/26 31% A+ EA- 13/26 50% B- 5/26 19% B + EB- 7/26 27% C- 4/26 15% D- 2/26 8% E- 2/26 8% A/B/C/E (has some sort of love interest regardless of ending)-- 24/26 92% (alt if you don't count Bucky as having a love interest, 23/26 88%)

Marvel Female stats A- 2/11 18% A+ EA- 3/11 27% B- 2/11 18% B + EB- 3/11 27% C- 2/11 18% D- 3/11 27% E- X A/B/C/E-- 8/11 72%

DC Male Leads Hal Jordan A Arthur Curry A Jaime Reyes A Clark Kent (Cavil) A Clark Kent (Hoechlin) A Clark Kent (Welling) A Oliver Queen (Amell) A Barry Allen (Gustin) A Jefferson Pierce A Dick Grayson (Thwaites) A Barry Allen (Miller) EA (or maybe A) Bruce Wayne (Pattinson) EA Bruce Wayne (Bale) A/C Bruce Wayne (Affleck) D Billy Batson D Black Adam D DC Female Leads Courtney Whitmore A Kara Danvers (Benoist) B Diana Prince C Harley Quinn (Robbie) D Sarah Lance F Kate Kane F Ryan Wilder F 16 M 7F DC Male Stats A- 11/16 69% A+ EA- 13/16 81% D- 3/16 19% DC Female Stats A- 1/7 14% B- 1/7 14% C- 1/7 14% D- 1/7 14% F- 3/7 42% A/B/C/E--4/7 57%

Total men: 42 Total women: 18

DC + Marvel Men A- 19/42 45% A+ EA- 26/42 62% B- 5/42 12% B + EB- 7/42 17% C- 4/42 10% D- 2/42 5% E- 2/42 5% A/B/C/E--40/42 95%

DC +Marvel Women A- 3/18 17% A+ EA- 4/18 22% B- 3/18 17% B + EB- 4/18 22% C- 3/18 17% D- 4/18 22% F-3/18 17% A/B/C/E--11/18 61%

Additional Explanations:

I only included movies/shows from after 2000.

If a character has multiple love interests I categorized them by their most important or final love interest. Being together with someone at the end of the series automatically puts them in the A category. If they don't end up with anyone, I made a judgment about which love interest was most significant and grouped them according to that. For instance--- Daisy Johnson has 3 major love interests (Ward, Lincoln, Sousa) but she is grouped as an A because she ends the series in a relationship with Sousa. Frank Castle I counted as a C because while Karen is maybe a love interest, his wife and her death are the more significant story factor.

I excluded movies/series that are an ensemble without a clear lead such as Marvel's Runaways (or where I didn't know enough about the movie to determine if there was a clear lead, like Suicide Squad). I also left out movies that I just don't know much about (like Deadpool, Elektra, or Watchmen). I left out Cloak and Dagger because I'm incredibly unclear whether they are meant to be future love interests or not. All X-men properties were excluded because determining A) who counts as a lead, B) are the different versions different characters and C) what endings count as canon was just a mess so I decided to skip it.

Why is Fury on this list as an A? He's the lead of Secret Invasion and is married. We might not see his wife again but last we heard they're happily married.

Why did you specify Matt Murdock as (Cox-Netflix)? Right now it's unclear if the main MCU Matt and the Netflix Matt are the same continuity, though it seems like they are not. The Netflix show ends with the suggestion that Matt and Karen will get back together at some point. She-Hulk and what's been seen so far of future Daredevil appearances don't acknowledge Karen.

Why is Peggy a lead/does Peggy really end up with her love interest? She's the lead of Agent Carter though not the lead of a movie. If we're counting Agent Carter separately, she ends that show in a relationship with Daniel. They are different ways to interpret timelines and which shows exist in which timelines etc. but regardless, Peggy is the lead of a show, and ends up married to either Steve or Daniel.

Why are same-sex relationships counted separately? Because I'm specifically looking at a trend regarding putting female characters in relationships with male characters. I contend that it stems from a sexist view that doing so portrays the woman as subordinate or lesser than her male partner, even if she is the main character. This "issue" is side-stepped by putting the lead in a relationship with another woman.

Why isn't Hope Van Dyne (Wasp) a lead even though she's a title character? Because functionally she's still secondary to Scott in the story. When I allowed co-leads they were never each other's love interests. Often the second lead is the love interest of the male lead, which skews the data. Gamora is a similar situation.

Further takeaways: 2 male heroes (Oliver Queen and Bale Batman) have a significant love interest turn out to be evil and betray them, plus an additional 3 (Iron Fist, Daredevil, and sorta Loki) that have some sort of minor betrayal that ends with the love interest on the same side as them. That's 5 or 12% depending on which number you take (I'm more inclined toward the 5%). 2 women have a major love interest turn out to be evil (Daisy Johnson and Sersi) and an additional three have a more minor betrayal with a turn around (Peggy, Courtney, and Kara). Which is 12 or 29%. Plus an additional 2 that were victims of an abusive relationship of some sort with an all out supervillain (41%).

In the above stats, characters were only put in the C (dead love interest) category if that is their main love interest. If they later end up with someone, they are in a different category. If we look at characters who had a love interest die at some point (whether permanently or not) stats are affected thusly: Male characters who have a love interest die: 12 Female characters who have a love interest die: 6 29% of male heroes have a love interest die 33% of female heroes have a love interest die

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[shadow-says-hello]

Kate strikes me as a very ticklish character, like idk, maybe as friends Clint and her decide to hang out, and then the idea suddenly comes to Kate and she starts to wonder “Could Hawkeye be ticklish?” And then she decides to be annoying and she pokes around his torso, making him giggle or whatever because Clint is also ticklish, and then he’s had this kind of experience with his kids so he pins Kate to the couch or the ground and tickles her, noting down every tickle spot along the way. Maybe adding in some raspberries to her belly? Kate of course would be screaming of laughter, and ends up snorting a few times too. She’s already weak to the tickling so then she tries to fight back but she’s too ticklish, but she manages to find her way around and destroy poor Clint’s armpits…

And maybe if Kate was with Yelena, there wasn’t too much friendly girly bonding between the two in the Hawkeye series but honestly I’m just going to canon that they became good friends after the show (because Yelena and Clint are good now and Yelena and Kate would be so cute as best friends) and Kate maybe thinks the same way, and if her and Yelena are best friends then what’s a good friendship without tickling? So she and Yelena argue over something really stupid, and Kate just lunges at her and tickles her but the widow is very experienced so she flips her around a bit and finds out her weak spots? Adorable.

And if Yelena was the one to start the tickle fight instead, I feel like they’d be hanging out and Yelena would be playing with Lucky and I canon Yelena is the type of person to either baby talk a dog or be all like “who’s a good boy??? You are! Yes you are!!!” So she’d be playing with Lucky like that while Kate is just watching, and then Yelena goes ahead and plays games with Lucky, flipping him over and holding him like a baby on her lap, pretending to eat his tummy or tickle him with belly rubs because he’s a cute doggy, and Kate would be watching with a smile but also a bit cringed, and Yelena would notice immediately after she finished her attack on Lucky there would be a whole new tickle fight, maybe where Yelena does what she did to Lucky but to Kate, adding in a lot of raspberries and teases

This was very long but these would make great fic ideas lmao. Unrelated, but last night I had a dream Bucky was tickling me hehe 🐉 💕

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[olsenmyolsen]

Vigilante

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Post Hawkeye Series - (Female Reader X Kate Bishop)

Summary: You get saved by Clint Barton... or so you thought.

Word Count: 3.3K

TW: Guns, Men

You don't know why you moved to New York.

Okay, that's a lie. Yes, you do. You got a nice fancy job in the old Stark tower that paid you slightly more than you were qualified for.

Plus, you were determined to make it on your own. To prove to everyone back home, including your mother, that you could make it. Be someone. Look adversity in the eye and say fuck you!

But fucking adversity left you drained. Tired every day after working way longer than should be legally allowed. No time to socialize or find people with your interest. Not that you had much besides keeping up with the Avengers and binge-watching your three favorite sitcoms. You thought about getting a cat. One named Liho you saw on an adoption website, but a day later, the cat was snatched up.

Regardless, you wanted more from your life.

So here you were, walking home alone late on a Friday night after your numerous train stops.

Now, the part of the borough you lived in wasn't bad; it just had too many things going on with insufficient outlets. Speaking of that, there was another item on your list: find a new place.

As the late winter air nipped the sidewalk, you started making your way to your place when you turned the corner, finding yourself at the sight of a half dozen men in tracksuits.

You crossed your arms over the front of your cream-colored sweater and put your head down. Maybe if eye contact was lost, they would miss you.

If only.

"Hey, where are you going?" You didn't dare to look up as your Doc Martens hit the ground a little faster and harder. "Hey! Lady! We're talking to you." A second voice called out from behind you before a third one stopped you. Physically. With your head down so well, you didn't see the man until you fell on your butt on the dirty sidewalk.

"Now, now. We're not here to hurt you. We want to get to know you." He spoke, sending chills down your body. You began fumbling with your bag while doing your best to keep an eye on the ugly man with the funny voice. "Hey!" A fourth guy reached down and snatched your brown leather bag. "You won't be needing this!" The man laughed as he held up your pink can of pepper spray.

You were probably about to do something dumb when it happened.

THUNK

You watched as an arrow came and shot the can of pepper spray the guy was holding up. It sent the contents of the can directly into his eyes. Blinding him and leaving him a burning mess as the guys around you ducked in shock. You kept her head low, too. Not wanting to get sprayed or accidentally hit with an arrow.

But wait. Why would you get hit? That's when you smiled. An Avenger!

You crawled away from the crying man and lifted your head to look in the direction the arrow was fired but saw nothing on the rooftops.

The man behind you still screamed in pain as another one decided he was done and started to take off. But that's when you saw another arrow being fired from the laundry mat rooftop. You couldn't make out the shape of the person, but a bow and arrow gave away the identity. Clint Barton.

You watched as the arrow flew in front of the guy before it broke apart and formed a giant net. Wrapping the guy up and taking him down into a store window, knocking him out.

2 down. 4 to go. You thought.

But the tracksuit guys must've thought the same thing as one of them ran up to you and grabbed you. Pinning your right arm behind you. You tried your best to fight him off, but your slaps and swings didn't do anything, especially when he started to bend your arm.

You silently cursed yourself. You really should've taken those self-defense classes Collen Wing told you about.

"Show yourself, and we won't hurt her!" The man spoke in a heavy, accented voice. You winced as he tightened the tight grip he had on you. "Ow!" The man told you to shut up as the three other guys started forming a circle around you.

Safety in numbers and whatnot.

"Come out!" One of them yelled, making you smile. You knew an Avenger wouldn't give themselves away. Right now, they have the upper hand. The element of surprise they lose that and they-

"Alright! Here I am!"

Huh? You widened your eyes as a female voice loudly spoke from that same rooftop. Shit. You thought. This wasn't Clint Barton. This wasn't an Avenger. It was some girl playing vigilante...

But then the voice stepped into the glow of the moon.

You took back what you said.

This wasn't some dumb girl playing vigilante while risking both of your lives. This was some beautiful dumb girl playing vigilante, risking your lives.

Her pretty black hair and sharp jawline had you hooked.

Just wait till later when you got close enough to look into her eyes and take in her figure.

"Don't hurt her!" The voice called out as they took more steps on the rooftop before she was at the edge. What was she doing?

"Shoot that one!" The guy with his hold on you yelled to the other three guys. But as the three readied their guns, it was already too late because when you looked back to the rooftop, she was gone. "Fuck!" The guy to your left yelled. "Where did she go?!"

They were now growing more panicked, and you were loving it from being scared to amused in a couple of minutes. Don't get it twisted. You were still greatly concerned for your safety and well-being, but watching the guys who appeared to be tough now start freaking out over a girl with a string and two sticks was a little funny.

"Wait, I think I see-" Before the guy to your right could finish, an arrow was fired from an unknown direction, hitting him in the right arm. Like the guy before him, he was out like a light. When you squinted your eyes at the arrow, you could see it had a label on it. A label!

'Zzzzz,' you internally laughed and slowly couldn't wait to see who was saving your life.

3 down. 3 to go.

"Shit!" The guy behind you yelled. "Bro, where did that come from?! Where did it come from!"

"Over here!" She gleefully cheered!

The guy with his hold on you swung you around to the right as he tried to find her. "Fire!" He commanded the last two guys. "But-" "Do it!" You attempted to shout no, but it was too late. The two guys took some steps forward and started firing their guns. Silenced, of course. But as their bullets were fired in the direction they thought the girl was, from the corner of your eye, you saw her run across the street to your side of the road.

You tried your best to get a better look at her but failed. The last thing you saw was purple and a ponytail bouncing back and forth.

"Stop!" The one behind you, who you were now calling Dudley (Even though this was certainly not his name.), yelled. "Go check it out, bro." "You go." "I'm holding the hostage, bro!" You rolled your eyes and sighed. One of the three gave you a look but scoffed. "Fine! I'll check it out."

He began to walk forward and cross the street. "Anything?" Dudley asked. The one near the shot-out car was about to respond when he bent down. "Hey! Bro, it looks like she left an arrow-" As he grabbed it, it shocked him, sending him to the ground convulsing.

4 down. 2 to go.

"Fuck this!" The other grunt said as he took off running. Unknowingly to right where she was. So, as he was too busy yelling back at Dudley, the girl dressed in a purple superhero suit with her bow and arrow stepped out from behind a parked car and tripped him with it. He crashed into the sidewalk, and as if she had done it a thousand times before, she twirled her body around and pulled out an arrow, sending it right towards you.

Wait towards you?

Towards you?!

You tried your best to move out of the way! But the last tracksuit guy kept his hold on you; besides, it was too late. The arrow made contact!

Your eyes closed when it happened, but a second later, they were open. You weren't shot! Right? "Oh shit!" The girl from down the block yelled before she took off running towards you. "Don't move! Don't move!"

You were held hostage and witnessed a single woman take out six guys like an Avenger. You most certainly were not leaving.

When she finally made it in front of you. Your breath hitched. She was even more gorgeous up close. Now you could make put the details of her face. Her jaw still sharp, but her lips looked soft like pillows. She had a scratch on her chin and a bandaid on her left eyebrow. Her eyes were a mix of grey and blue. They briefly darted at you before she passed right by you. Wait...

You turned your body as she stopped two feet behind you. "Oh no, no, no!" She put a hand to her head and looked down to the ground. You looked down as well and couldn't believe your eyes.

"I didn't mean to pick that arrow, I promise! I don't even know why I carry it! I mean, what's the point of labeling these arrows if I'm not looking at which one I pick!" She rambled as you couldn't fathom what you were looking at. Sure, you heard the stories of Scott Lang. You went to see Rogers: The Musical. But in front of you on the sidewalk, you were looking at a couple-inch-tall Dudley, and you couldn't believe it.

You pushed your finger into him, knocking Dudley over.

"Hey, don't do that." The girl scolded you, making you look up at her. "He just held me hostage. Are you serious?" She dropped her mouth and closed it again. "I mean, you're not wrong, but now he's.. well.. that.." She looked back down to the ground. "What should we do?" She asked aloud. "We?!" You lifted your eyebrows to her, making her snap her head back to you. "Yeah. I was saving your life!"

"Well, I didn't ask you to use the shrinking arrow!"

"I didn't mean to!" She whined and looked back down at Dudley. "Wait, where is he?!" You looked back down and squatted, but you didn't see him either. "Quick check your shoes." She frantically looked at you. "I didn't step on him!"

"Check them!" She responded, checking hers. You rolled your eyes and checked.

"He's not here." You replied as you looked down the street. "Ummm.." The ponytail-wearing girl looked where you looked. Running under street lights was a rat that looked like it might be a little too big for its size. "You don't think-"

"No!" She quickly replied and turned her head. "I saved you. End of story." She waited for you to agree. "Okay. You saved me." You said as Kate pulled out her phone. "I'm reporting this. The police should be here soon." You didn't really hear here as your eyes traveled back to the rat. Further away. It's not smiling.. is it?

"Are you hurt?" You looked back at her. "Huh?" She smiled and took a step closer. "I asked if you were hurt. It looks like they didn't rough you up, but it's always nice to check." She smiled at you again, this time showing off her pearly whites. Fuck she's cute. Like really cute. Oh wait, it's now your turn to talk... "Fine, think, I am." You closed your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, missing the lifesaver scrunching her nose as she laughed. "Sorry. I meant to say I think I am fine." You opened your eyes just in time to see her nod as her eyes looked you over.

Was she checking you out?

"Good." She replied with a nod, and she was about to say something else when: "You have pretty eyes." Excuse me?! Why did you say that?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

The archer seemed to be surprised by your statement and blushed. Hard! "Well, thank you. I must say, usually, people thank me or offer to buy me pizza, but this is nice, too." She laughed, breaking the nervous air you made happen. "I'm so sorry!" You groaned "Yes. Thank you for saving me, and I'm sorry for saying what I said. Not that it's not true. You do have pretty eyes. And your smile is great! Plus, I'm in love with your hair- But I didn't mean to say it aloud. It was just for me. But that doesn't mean-"

"Kate Bishop." She stopped you with two words while smiling. Holding out her hand. "What?" You questioned.

"Hi. I'm Kate Bishop. 23. I just saved your life, and this is our first time talking." She made a gesture to her extended hand. You sighed, relieved, and shook her slightly rough but still soft hand. "Thank you for saving my life, Kate Bishop. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. 25." Kate smiled as she felt your hand in hers. Soft. She thought.

"It was an honor to save such a beautiful lady with even prettier eyes," Kate said, making you blush, and a butterfly get pregnant in your stomach. "Do you flirt with all the people you save?" You questioned, still shaking her hand. Kate responded with a shake of the head. "First time."

"Then I am honored." You couldn't stop the smile that crawled onto your face as she dropped your hand. And neither could Kate watching you. "So, are you sure you're all good? No scratches or anything?" Kate asked, looking only into your eyes. "I'm all good. Now." You said.

"Do you live around here?" She asked. "Bold of you." Kate rolled her eyes. "I'm asking because I want to ensure you get home safely."

"Sureee." You said but lifted your hand and pointed to your building. "Right there." Kate looked at it and didn't like it, but not everyone could live in their mom's penthouse apartment after their own apartment was set on fire. "I'll walk you." Kate put a hand on your backside and started moving the two of you along. Passing the knocked-out guy on the sidewalk.

"Police should be here soon." She said when she saw you look at the guy.

"Okay." You replied as her hand rested now fully against you. This was nice, and your body couldn't help but remind you. Having someone care for you and touch you...

"Kate?" You asked as you were now getting closer to your place. "Do you do this often? The Vigilante thing?" Kate nodded immediately. "Practically all the time." She beamed. "I'm still new, but I was trained by Clint! You know Hawkeye!?" She enthusiastically proclaimed.

"Clint Barton trained you?!" You couldn't believe it. "Yep! Check it out!" She dropped your hand and pulled out her phone. On her Lock Screen was a picture of her and Clint with a golden retriever. "Oh my God! Holy shit! That's amazing!" A part of you wanted to say this was fake and that there's no way, but she did take out six guys and make it seem like fun, so you'd believe her regardless. Plus, she flirted with you. And checked you out!

"So, do you have a cool nickname? Wait, are you an Avenger?!" You stopped in front of your building and turned to Kate with all seriousness. "Are you?!" Kate did one of those yes/no faces. "Kind of. It's a grey area considering the Avengers aren't like a proper thing anymore, but yeah, I guess I am." She nodded and smiled. You smiled back. "That's so cool." You said.

Kate looked from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. You both noticed. "You know..." She cleared her throat. "I could send you some pics of Clint and me if you want?" She asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"Oh yeah?" You caught on. "Yeah.. and maybe then I'd have your number." Kate bit her bottom lip before you agreed. "Having the number of the person who saved my life would be important. You know, in case anything like this were to happen again." You spoke as Kate put her number into your phone before sending herself a text. "Well, I hope nothing like this happens again," Kate said, handing you your phone before she continued. "I mean, I would save you, of course, but I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

That warmed your heart in more ways than one.

So, with pink cheeks, you turned to look at your building. You were about to walk up the steps when you stopped yourself. "You know.." Kate looked at you with peaked interest. "The police haven't come by yet, and we both know how dangerous this area can be.." Kate lightly nodded. "Plus, I'm enjoying getting to know the archer who saved me. So maybe we should keep walking.. together."

Kate smiled at you and took your hand in hers. "I know a safer place we can walk to."

"Lead the way."

Kate smiled and started pulling you further away from your place just as cop cars went speeding by the two of you.

"Thank you." You spoke as the flashing blue and red lights became a dot. "For saving me and all that." You flustered. "It's no problem. I would've done it anyways, but it helps that you're pretty and..." Kate trails off in thought before her eyes widen. "Maybe tonight you'll get lucky."

That made you laugh in a mixture of shock and nervousness.

"What!?" You exclaimed as your cheeks went from pink to red. "What?" Kate looked at you as if she said nothing wrong. "What did you say?" You asked.

"I said maybe tonight you'll get to meet Lucky."

She most certainly did not.

Right?

"Lucky?!" You asked. Kate released your hand and pulled out her phone again, showing you the Lock Screen. She pointed with her thumb at the golden retriever. "Lucky." You nodded and retook her hand once the phone was put away.

"So we're going to your place?"

That made Kate blush and realize she would have to say something sooner rather than later.

"Well... yeah. It's way safer, and I figured we wouldn't want to stop talking anytime soon, so why not.." Kate sheepishly looked at you, but all she saw were joy-filled eyes. "I'd like that if I can make one request."

"Okay?" That made Kate nervous. "I want a kiss. Like in the movies. Cliche."

Kate squeezed your hand and stopped. Now that made you nervous. "I mean, unless I'm totally reading the signs wrong." You sputtered. "In which case. I'm joking. This was an attempt to wanting more from life, and it was a joke at the same time somehow, so please igno-"

Kate kissed you to shut you up and because the signs were right.

From the moment Kate ran up to you after shrinking that guy, she had never seen a girl more beautiful. And let's remember she fought the Black Widow's sister. Her not-so-subtle flirting, along with your flustering, had made Kate's stomach do flips.

So kissing you was the easiest decision she made all night. Well, that and saving your life.

When Kate's pink lips left yours, you knew you were never leaving New York.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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[themculibrary]

Clint Barton & Bobbi Morse Masterlist

A Hunter's Flock (ao3) - MysteryGal5 T, 2k

Summary: "If your girlfriend's ex wants to visit from Phoenix, you do not buy him a plane ticket." "That's really specific."

The story of the time Lance bought Bobbi's ex, Clint Barton, a plane ticket while he was a government fugitive.

A Little Bit Rusty (ao3) - one_of_those_crushing_scenes T, 5k

Summary: The adventure is over. Black Widow is alive. And Clint is left with a letter that he doesn't quite know what to make of. Fortunately, he’s got a protégé and an ex-wife who know how to get answers.

Between Us (ao3) - StarsAnon bucky/bobbi T, 708

Summary: “So long as we’re in agreement we don’t tell Barton.”

“Oh, of course not. He’d never let us live it down.”

bomb in a birdcage (ao3) - andibeth82 T, 5k

Summary: “So what’s your story?” Bobbi asks when they’re roughly more than halfway to where Hill’s pointed out they should be tracking coordinates.

OR, the one where Clint is in the military.

but the sky is the same (ao3) - dirty_diana clint/natasha T, 27k

Summary: Takes place one year after Clint makes the unexpected choice to bring Natasha Romanov in from the cold. They've become co-workers and acquaintances, but Natasha is still as much a mystery to Clint as she was on the day he was first sent to target her. A story about making friends and making choices, set against the backdrop of daily life at SHIELD.

Disarm (ao3) - Kangofu_CB bucky/clint T, 23k

Summary: How exactly did Hawkeye recruit the notorious Black Widow?

The answer may surprise you.

graced (ao3) - teco clint/bobbi G, 2k

Summary: Bobbi drops by Clint's apartment with a gift for the holidays.

Hawkeye’s S.H.I.E.L.D Origins (ao3) - Isabellakirch110 T, 59k

Summary: Clint Barton AKA Hawkeye’s origin story and how he went from a contract killer to one of the finest Agents S.H.I.E.L.D ever saw. All of this was thanks to Phil Coulson who had the heart to believe in him.

Heart to Heart (ao30 - Siberianskys clint/phil M, 299

Summary: Prompts: Gay Couple, Divorced, Marriage of Convenience, Father & Son

Huntingbird, A History (ao3) - Sanctuaria lance/bobbi T, 96k

Summary: She hated him because hating him was easier than loving him. But it wasn't always like that. Once...once Bobbi Morse and Lance Hunter had been happy. Story of how things came together and how they fell apart.

I’d Leave It All (ao3) - one_of_those_crushing_scenes background clint/laura M, 18k

Summary: Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton have been friends for a few years now, but Budapest is the first time that Black Widow and Hawkeye have been partnered in the field. They're both highly skilled professionals, so the mission should be pretty simple. Until they arrive and realize that they'll each need to face some unresolved issues from the past in order to get through these next few days.

Bobbi Morse doesn't trust easily—not since the last few people she trusted made her regret it. Still, she knows she can't take out this kidnapping ring all on her own. Calling for backup was the right choice, but can she deal with the consequences?

In Sickness (ao3) - angelt626 sharon/steve, clint/bobbi G, 3k

Summary: Sharon returns home to find her boyfriend in a much different state than she left him in, one that she's not seen before, and she's not pleased.

Just Katie (ao3) - paperback92 clint/bobbi T, 11k

Summary: Kate wonders what her place is in Clint's already hectic life.

Liminality (ao3) - slipperygaloshes lance/bobbi G, 2k

Summary: A meandering character study of Bobbi Morse and Lance Hunter through the eyes of their family in the aftermath of Russia.

Or, the team packs up Bobbi and Hunter's belongings and learns a bit more about them as they prepare to send them off into the unknown.

pizza for two (and a dog) (ao3) - kadtherine lance/bobbi, clint/laura T, 1k

Summary: "I can't believe you come all this way to give me a pep talk."

"Actually, I came all that way to kick Coulson in the nuts. But May was there and the poor guy looked like a kicked puppy. I don't hit a man when he's already down. I wait for him to get up so I can knock him down again. I'll punch him when he's feeling better."

What It Seems (ao3) - sneakronicity clint/natasha N/R, 4k

Summary: Tensions run high when an old flame enters the picture, but things aren't always what they seem.

you can change right next to me (ao3) - rubys_ramblings G, 12k

Summary: Phil Coulson and Melinda May adopt and raise Skye.

You're Not Doing This Right (ao3) - one_of_those_crushing_scenes T, 2k

Summary: Clint and Bobbi are basically a couple of sex-obsessed thirteen-year-old boys, but they mean well, so Natasha puts up with them.

This is basically a standalone, but it also sets up the relationship dynamics for the next fic I'm working on.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #clint barton #bobbi morse #friendship #masterlists

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 15: Games

fandom: marvel

word count: 650

pairing: kate bishop x reader (platonic)

summary: kate challenges you to a game of twister

A/N: I almost didn't write this one because I still haven't seen hawkeye yet (I KNOW I'M GETTING THERE I PROMISE), so kate's character is completely foreign to me, but I did my best!

“I don’t think you realize exactly who you’re talking to,” You boasted, eyeing Kate as she laid the Twister mat out on the floor. She chuckled as she straightened it out, moving chairs out of the way to make more space.

“Oh, yeah? And who’s that?”

“The Twister champion of Death Valley,” You smugly grinned, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Just Death Valley? I would have thought you would have been at least the Twister champion of the nation with the way you’re bragging,” Kate turned to you with an eyebrow raise and an amused smile. “Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.”

Playing Twister with only two people became a challenge once both of your hands were placed on dots and someone had to flick the spinner. It took a few minutes to get the hang of it, but ultimately you’d beat her. Kate whined that it wasn’t fair since she was distracted, so you offered her a different option.

“Make it hard for me, then. Give me a distraction.”

“Like what?” Kate asked as she sat in a free chair.

You shrugged in response. “I don’t know. I’m sure you can come up with something. I just want to prove to you that I never lose.”

Kate huffed, racking her brain for any ideas to throw you off your game. Then, she recalled an incident from a few weeks ago. You’d been training with her, Kate stepping in as your mentor since Clint was off on vacation with his family, and as she grabbed your waist to fix your form, you buckled under her touch along with a poorly suppressed giggle.

Of course, she’d taken full advantage of it in the moment. She’d called it ‘Training with an edge’. You told her she needed to work on the name and in retaliation, she tickled you to tears. So, doing the same thing now could put you back in your place.

“Fine,” She nodded to the mat, flicking the spinner. “Left foot, green.”

You followed her instructions each and every time she told you a placement, snickering snidely. Kate waited until both of your hands were place in an awkward position before striking. Once your arms were cross and your body was half-twisted, Kate waltzed behind you and squatted down to your level, wiggling her index fingers under your arms.

“AH!” You screeched in surprise, your elbows buckling beneath you. “KATE!”

“You said find a distraction! If you’re as good as you say you are, then this shouldn’t be a problem,” She smirked in satisfaction. “Go on.”

You spluttered in shock, glancing up at your friend with a pleading look. “I-hi don’t think this is exactly fair!”

“I’m beginning to think that maybe you were bluffing about being the best, then.”

“I’m not! I just… you—UGH! Fine,” You scoffed as you got back into position. From then on, you were acutely aware of where Kate was at all times, trying to prepare for her attack. Breathing deeply, you centered yourself so that when you felt her fingers pressing back into your armpits, you could at least stiffen your arms to keep from falling.

Kate tickled down your sides, smiling as your body shook from the effort to try and stay in position.

“Ohokay, Kahahate! No mohore!”

The brunette stopped at your request. Your entire body crumbled to the ground in exhaustion, a ticklish smile still on your features.

“I will admit that you have some serious endurance,” Kate complimented as she plopped down on the floor next to you.

“Yeah. All that and I can still kick your ass in this game. Let’s see you try next!”

“Oh-ho, no, I don’t think so!”

But you weren’t taking no for an answer. Even if Kate wasn’t going to play the game, you were still going to get your payback.

#marvel #marvel tickle #tickle prompts #mcu #tickle fic #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #sfw tickle fic #ler!kate #ler!katebishop #kate bishop #augtickletober2022 #tickletober prompts #tickletober2022

[laurajameskinney]

Thoughts on all-new hawkeye 2015 & 2016. I'm going to treat them as a unit because like...it reads as one book and not two? IDK I'm sure there's some behind the scenes stuff I'm missing for why it's two books and not a single series but whatever.

Anyways. It was like...fine?

One of the first things I noticed was that despite being billed as, well. All-New, (part of the All-New All-Different Marvel launch which (to the best of my knowledge), was meant to spotlight women and minority legacy heroes), it's about Clint. Which, like, fine, whatever, it has Clint on the cover, and the last three issues are about Kate and we see some flashes to her childhood, but, uh.

Well.

I don't know if Lemire came up with this, or Kelly Thompson in her Kate solo that was being published at the same time, but the idea that Kate looked up to and idolized Clint as a child is bad, especially considering that Kate already had her own motivations and backstory for wanting to be a hero.

Kate Bishop, as originally written, claims to have learned martial arts and self-defense because of multiple kidnapping attempts and a desire to protect herself.

While that is probably to some extent true*, she also later tells Jessica Jones that, at some point prior to canon, she had been assaulted and raped, and that was, if not the only reason she wanted to be a superhero, definitely a big motivator.

*Watsonian line of thought, not Doylist-- given later writing, I think Kate was fudging the truth a little bit, because she states this in either her first or second meeting with the other YA members. She also tells Jessica Jones that only three or four people know about this.

So then to just ignore that and be like, "yeah, actually, her entire motivation stems around a man" feels super fucking gross LOL.

Tangentially related but I think making Kate's dad have supervillain ties was unnecessary. Like, we know he's a shit person. You could have just stuck to him buying out apartments and evicting people en masse so he can gentrify their neighborhoods. It could even have tied back to how that's the exact same shit Clint was trying to fight in Fraction Hawkeye, but nooo we have to show he's shitty by having him team up with the fucking Matador of all people.

Anyways. Those are my thoughts.

#gg og #all new hawkeye #hawkeye #kate bishop #clint barton #rape mention #small text #not queued #comic lb #comic thoughts

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

For record I am not think that mcu women phase 4 writing as Angel that can't be blamed or do wrong.

My problem that a few of them look like replacing man for future projects, I meant beside Wanda, layla (moon knight) , yelena, Ms marvel. The rest look likely will replacing the men like Hawkeye, ant man, hulk, thor (well not really because Jane is dead), loki, black panther, iron man and from phase 1-3.

Now before you saying I overreaching or whatever , I am a women myself and as I like heroine, I more like if they make themselves new name for them and not taking from men.

Well it's more like I sick heard some toxic feminism that saying 'we no need man and men are useless' yet they so happy female characters replacing male characters that mens bulid from zero.

Sorry for rant it's just so far next gen hero from phase 1-3 are domains by women, while I like many female hero I want to new young male hero, so far only spider-man that male hero

I see what you mean but as long as they write those women as interesting and compelling characters I can look past it. Take Kate Bishop for instance, the Hawkeye series was meant to introduce her as Clint's replacement but her character was interesting enough that her role as a "female Hawkeye" wasn't a problem, she was her own person and she just happened to be really good with a bow and arrow.

I can't speak for Cassie or Jen as I haven't seen Quantumania or She-Hulk, but Jane's role in Thor was super weird to me: she wasn't a female Thor at all no matter how much Taika insisted on it. Sylvie's problem is that she's bland and entirely one-dimensional but I have to say I disagree about Black Panther, Shuri is not just T'Challa's replacement, she's her own character and she's absolutely amazing in WF. And Riri was nice too but she was on screen for a short period of time, we're gonna need more time with her.

But truth be told, when I hear the idea that women are replacing the men now I can't help but think, well... maybe the men were replacing the women in previous phases too. In the OG Avengers and Guardians we only had one woman respectively and it took the MCU 10 years to let a woman lead a film.

That toxic feminism you mention is definitely a problem but I really don't see it taking over the MCU at all. We saw that in the Loki series but I can't remember any other movie or series doing that same thing except for that scene in the first ep of She-Hulk but I only ever saw gifs of that scene so I don't have the context. Either way, even if they handled that wrong in that show as well, that's just two series out of 18 movies/series/specials in Phase Four. It helps put things into perspective, don't you think?

I'm not trying to defend the Phase, you know I'm extremely critical of it and the quality went down so quickly after Phase 3 that it almost feels like they suddenly forgot how to write characters. But the problem is not feminism or the female characters, it's more of a general issue of disdain and apathy coming from Feige and the execs. The whole "Phase Four is all about representation" is no more than a shield to defend themselves from criticism and a way to convince their fanboys that anyone who doesn't like what they're releasing is a bigot.

#mcu critical