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kevainthemultiverse · 1 year

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April Fools - Kate Bishop

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem! reader.

Warnings: Fluff, romantic comedy, cuteness overload because I miss Kate, reader is Spider-Girl.

Word count: 1765.

Kate looks up from her place on the couch to see Y/n in the kitchen with Yelena teaching the blonde how to make her favorite dessert, Brazilian brigadeiro, after they made the whole dinner by themselves. Both were entertained as Y/n made little balls of chocolate and rolled on the sprinkles, completely unaware that Kate is observing Y/n’s every move.

“You look like a stalker,” Clint said next to her, making her, reluctantly, look at him with a questioning look. “Have you ever realized how much you stare Y/n? Every time move she makes is caught because you look at her like a motion detection camera.”

Kate opens her mouth to say something, but it closes quickly. There is nothing she can tell Clint to get out of this position, he caught her, and both know it. The raise of his eyebrow is enough evidence.

“Don’t you think it would be easier if you just talked to her?” He continues to question.

“She is my best friend, Clint.” Kate sighs, looking over her shoulder and seeing Y/n hand Yelena one small chocolate ball, the blonde caught it looking for a few seconds as if inspecting. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship, it’s better if we stay like this.”

“I think that’s stupid.” He bluntly says, shaking his head and sighing. “And you’ll just keep looking at her like a puppy waiting for an owner?”

“Yes.” She said without thinking much, before turning to him quickly. “Wait, that’s rude!”

“It’s the truth.”

“Oh, this is good!” Yelena says in the kitchen, and Kate looks back at them. Yelena has her eyes wide, one hand holding Y/n’s forearm and the other throwing the rest of the chocolate in her mouth. “This is very very good.”

“Right? Now you understand why it’s my favorite.” Y/n replies with a cute small laugh that makes Kate look at her yearning. “Now c’mon, help me make the rest.”

“She will find out, you’re very bad at hiding.” Clint was vocal again, but this time he was getting up, about to stop the commotion in the kitchen due to Yelena making another brigadeiro just to throw in her mouth. “Hey, get out of there, Yelena.”

“Shut up, these are made to be eaten.” Yelena narrows her eyes at him, challenging him.

“Go sit with Kate, Yelena, I will make some extra for you.” Y/n sighs as she points to the living room. “But only if you sit there and don’t steal more brigadeiros.”

“Fine.” She fake complains and gives Clint a hard stare as if saying ‘don’t you dare eat my damn chocolate’.

“Can you make little balls for me, Clint? I’ll make more for Yelena before she kills someone because of chocolate.” Y/n asks before showing Clint what needs to be done.

“Smart girl, I would not hesitate,” Yelena replies as she sits on the couch where the older archer had been before. “You were staring like a creep, Kate Bishop.”

Kate almost chokes on her saliva as she hears it. Not only her mentor, and best friend, had noticed, but now Yelena had noticed too. And maybe Clint was right, it wouldn’t be long until Y/n realizes as well.

Okay, she was a bit slower at noticing romantic advances and Kate would often give really good excuses for her staring, but she wasn’t stupid.

“Is it that obvious?” Kate asks and Yelena nods with a funny face.

“Maybe not to her yet, but she is a superhero. Quick thinking and all of that.”

“Goddamn it!” Kate complains putting her hands on her face with a sigh. “I’m doomed, Yelena.”

“Tomorrow is that day,” Yelena says, trying to remember. “April Fools, use that!”

Kate looks at Yelena clearly confused.

“Do I have to do everything? A prank, that is not a prank.” She rolls her eyes at Kate. “Jesus, Kate Bishop, love made you slow.”

“I’m both offended and grateful.” Kate said as she shook her head.

As the archer leaned her back into the sofa thinking about what she would do tomorrow. Yelena was right, she could use this opportunity to put up to test the strong chemistry between them, but Y/n didn’t make it much clear if she actually felt something romantic for Kate or just as a friend.

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Yelena had left Kate’s apartment late at night, Clint went to sleep on Kate’s bed while Kate and Y/n had left early to go to her apartment. Y/n had inconveniently forgotten her Spider-Girl suit charging and the other one was still drying from when she accidentally fell at the lake. But it allowed Clint to have a better night’s rest with Lucky and no unstoppable laughs coming from the girls.

Kate woke up in the morning confused as to why Y/n was screaming her name in desperation, she sat up trying to open her eyes and focus on her distressed best friend.

“I’m up, what’s going on?” Kate asked shoving the covers to the side and getting up, almost falling in the process, vision still blurred.

“I lost my powers!” Y/n said and to make her point she tried to shoot a web and miserably failed.

“What?!”

“Exactly!” Y/n ran her hands through her hair, which was very disheveled. “I have no idea why this is happening, oh my god.”

Kate is still trying to process as she gets close and puts a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “Is there something stressing you up? We will get to the bottom of this!”

“I mean, yes… My ex texted me saying they want us to get back.” Y/n sighed as she revealed.

“That little shit-“ Kate breathes in angrily. “I have excellent aim Y/n; I will shoot them!”

“Kate, there’s no-“ Y/n interrupts herself and scrunches her nose up, her mouth opening as she is clearly about to sneeze. “A-a-atchoo!”

Y/n sneezes and Kate’s face is suddenly full of webbing. Her best friend laughs out loud, helping to take out all the webbing covering her eyes, nose and mouth.

“Oops, I think it was webbing constipation.” Y/n defends herself poorly. “April fools!”

“Oh, you-!” Kate says as both manage to take the web out of her face, and she goes to the bathroom to take out the rest and brush her teeth, ignoring how Y/n’s cute smile released the whole zoo inside her stomach.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist!” Y/n defends herself, leaning on the door. “You always do something, so I wanted to get you first!”

Kate silently brushes her teeth taking the rest of the web and Y/n helps clean her hair. Kate finishes brushing her teeth and suddenly pulls the other close, pressing the spiderling against the sink, one hand on each side of the woman. Y/n’s demeanor changes immediately, eyes widening, breath hitching, cheeks burning crimson and making it very visible to the archer her frustration.

“You shouldn’t play with me like that, Y/n.” Kate says slowly, and Y/n visibly gulps looking deep into her dark blue eyes.

Kate’s fall comes quickly after that, Y/n forcefully changes their places and now the archer was the one being pressed against the sink, eyes wide in surprise at the overconfident way her best friend had done that.

“You accepted that the day you turned into my best friend, Bishop, you were very aware and if anything you think I'm funny as hell.”

Kate gulped, before blurting out. “I like you.” Y/n rolled her eyes as the other one added. “Romantically.”

“Haha, Kate, I already know it’s April Fools.” The spiderling answers, shaking her head. “C’mon I thought you could be more original.”

“I am being original; this is reverse April Fools.” Kate defended herself. “I’m telling the truth instead.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/n still didn’t believe her as she pulled away.

Kate then put both hands on the sides of Y/n’s face and pulled her in for a long peck. She felt Y/n get rigid, then sigh slightly as she relaxed, however as if a sudden bucket of cold water was thrown in her head, she gently pushed Kate back.

“Katherine!” She said with wide eyes and crimson cheeks.

“I am being serious now; I didn’t know how to tell you and Yelena suggested doing a prank that was real.” The archer started to talk, looking away a bit embarrassed. “I was planning on a more elaborate prank to see if you felt something for me too, but… I kind of lost my cool.”

“I…“ Y/n was speechless, finally downing on her what was happening.

“I am in love with you, reverse April fools!” Kate sings shaking her hands a bit as silence fills the room.

The other woman suddenly scoffs, shaking her head as she clearly cannot believe her ears. But it’s Kate that is shocked when she speaks again.

“It fucking took you long enough, Kate, seriously. Yelena had to suggest that? Jeez.” Y/n rolls her eyes as she gets closer and kisses Kate’s cheek. “I’m also in love with you, idiot.”

“I swear to god if you’re playing me right now-“ Kate narrows her eyes, getting distrustful.

“I will kiss you to prove it.” Y/n shrugged.

“A real one, no bromancing!” The archer raises an eyebrow, defying Y/n to do that. “Bromance without the bro.”

“…Mance?” Y/n asks in confusion.

“I meant romance actually.” Kate corrects herself, sheepishly.

“I think you should stop talking.” Y/n laughs as she shakes her head.

“I am trying to, but you’re taking too long to kiss me!” The other one defends herself yet again.

Y/n makes the last step and kisses Kate, first a long peck, but then both deepened the kiss putting all their bottled-up feelings into it. When they separated, breathing hard, both laughed.

“Okay, this really isn’t a prank.” Kate said, breathless as she looked lovingly into Y/n’s eyes.

“I’m not sure yet, I think you need to keep kissing me to try and convince me.” Y/n says, clearly not meaning it, but making more excuses to kiss Kate.

“Oh, how dreadful.” Kate replies, smiling. "Normally I'd say you need to put more trust in me but... I don't know, we need to really make sure this isn't a prank."

She had to remember to thank Yelena later, maybe pamper the shit out of her with some brigadeiros and spicy food as a thank you. She would definitely be happy with that.

In the meanwhile, Kate would take her time kissing her best friend, current lover, and future girlfriend. They obviously needed to make sure it wasn’t a prank (an excuse they would use even in the future).

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bgwlsmahf25 · 2 months

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Trending

Pairings: Wanda x reader; Tony x reader (platonic); Kate x reader (platonic); Yelena x reader (platonic)

Warnings: mention of Wanda’s time with HYDRA; little bit of angst, lot of fluff

Summary: A TikTok trend gets you and Wanda to admit your feelings for each other.

a/n: this was cute to write! First Wanda fic :) happy with it! Hope you enjoy

“Y/n!” You look up from the book you’re nose deep in to see Tony come into the common room area, Kate and Yelena behind him. He stopped by the sofa and looked confusedly at you. “You’re young. You know about this stuff.”

“Young?” You feigned offence, putting a hand on your chest. “I’m wounded, I’m actually 24.” There was a short pause. “Wait - what stuff?”

“TikTok.” You burst out laughing as the word came out of Tony’s mouth. The idea of Tony Stark on TikTok made you crease up laughing. The others watched you in amusement. “Don’t laugh. I’ve heard it’s very cool with the kids these days.”

“Did you borrow that phrase from Steve? Why are you coming to me about it anyway – can't Kate or Yelena...” Your voice trailed off as Yelena glared at you and Kate just shook her head. “Uh, ok, never mind. What do you need from it?”

“I want to know how to use it. I think it could be the missing link I’ve been looking for between uh, some projects and the digital age.”

“He wants Iron Man on TikTok,” Yelena said bluntly. “And he wants you to teach him how to do it.”

“Oh god...” you groaned as Tony looked impatiently at you. “Fine, yes, I’ll help you.”

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“I hate this,” you moaned, staring frustratedly down at your laptop.

“What’s wrong?” The voice made you jump, and you looked around to see Wanda walking towards you. She had a mug in one hand and a book which you recognised as yours in the other.

“Wands what are you doing up? It’s late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” The witch shuffled awkwardly then sat down beside you. “What are you doing up?”

“Trying to edit a video for Tony. He’s obsessing over his page looking perfect.” You sighed. “And that means every video has to meet his standards.”

“Hmm.” Wanda leant towards you to look at the screen. You swallowed nervously and hoped she couldn’t hear how fast your heart was racing. Being around Wanda was both comforting and infuriating at the same time. You had feelings for the Sokovian ever since you were first introduced. Something about her shy smile and warm gaze drew you in and from that moment on the two of you were inseparable.

It had started out as a friendship. Wanda was your best friend and knowing how much she’d already been through made you determined not to make her endure anything more. But that turned into longing gazes and affectionate touches. Kate and Yelena had both tried to encourage you to make a move, yet you couldn’t seem to do it. You didn’t want to lose your best friend if she didn’t feel the same way that you felt about her.

“What’s this?” Wanda was pointing at the screen.

“Hmm, oh, probably just some trend.” Idly you clicked on it without really reading the words.

It was a girl and a boy dancing around in an empty car park. The words on the screen read: ‘able to take my best friend on dates because the world didn’t end when I was 16.’ You smiled, watching the video but beside you Wanda tensed and then swiftly exited the room. A moment later you looked over and noticed she was gone. “Wanda?” You stared back at the screen and then realised.

...the world didn’t end when I was 16 – Wanda and Pietro were 16 when the Avengers found them working with Ultron.

“Ah shit.” You closed the laptop and ran towards Wanda’s room. Giving a soft tap at the door, there was no answer. You waited a beat then knocked harder.

“Go away.” Her voice was muffled and sounded choked, and your heart leapt uncomfortably, realising she was upset.

“Wanda, can I come in?” You took the silence as a yes and entered her room. You’d always loved Wanda’s room, particularly after you encouraged her to make it her own. Fairy lights were strung around the place. Plants sat on the windowsill, gently tended to every day by the witch. Her bedspread was covered by two large blankets and an assortment of plushies, most of which you’d given her.

She was sitting on her bed, facing the wall, staring down at her hands. You sat down gently on the edge of the bed and put a hand gently on her shoulder. She tensed and then relaxed into your touch.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “It’s my fault, I didn’t read what the video said. I – I'm sorry, Wands.” She let out a breath and turned to face you. Immediately you reached up, wiping away a few stray tears. “Oh honey... I really am sorry. What can I do?”

“Hold me,” she whispered. “Please.”

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and crawled onto the bed next to her. Leaning your back against the wall, you reached out and pulled her against you, wrapping your arms around her, her hands clinging to your wrists. She leant her head back into the crook of your neck and you kissed the top of her head softly.

“I really am sorry,” you murmured. “I won’t show you any more videos. I just got frustrated at Tony. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault.” She shifted in your arms to look at you, you held eye contact for a moment then looked away. Wanda turned herself further and you moved away, your heart still racing. “Why do you do that?” She sounded hurt and you started to worry all over again. “Do what?”

“Move away from me. I’ve noticed it for a while now. I come and find you or I sit next to you, and you shift, you put space between you and me. I look at you, you smile and then you look away. What’s going on, y/n?”

You gulped. The only reason you did all that was to try and combat your feelings for your best friend. “I - I don’t know.”

“Tell me,” Wanda whispered. “We used to tell each other everything. But lately I don’t feel as if you are.”

“I don’t want you to hate me. Or – or resent me for anything.”

Wanda put a gentle hand on your cheek, turning your face so that you were forced to look at her. Her gaze was soft, her eyes searching yours. “I could never hate you, y/n. Please tell me what’s going on. Did I do something to upset you?”

“No! No, it’s not you, it’s me. I – I'm sorry Wands. I just – we’re best friends and I don’t know exactly when it happened but I – I have feelings for you,” you ended in a rush. “If you don’t feel like that, I totally understand and I will put it behind me, but please – I don’t want to lose you.”

A smile lit up your best friend’s face and you looked at her confused. Her thumb moved from your cheek to run gently across your bottom lip, making you gasp and look at her intently. “I have feelings for you too,” she whispered.

You leant in, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Wanda tasted like cinnamon and apricots, and it was intoxicating. When air became an issue, you both pulled away, touching your forehead to hers and smiling gently at her.

“I get to love my best friend because my world didn’t end at 16,” Wanda whispered, making you blush. “I may have been HYDRA’s puppet, y/n, but my world didn’t end then, it began. I found you.”

“I love you too.” You pulled the witch into a hug, both of you falling onto her bed, arms wrapped around each other and smiles on your faces.

#fanfiction #fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda marvel #marvel fic #marvel

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bluehourbucky · 11 months

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Truth or Dare with Yelena that Kate sets up because she's tried of Yelena and Reader acting like they don't have a crush on one another?

As always, no pressure to write this heheh

Backfire

warnings: use of Y/N twice

a/n: sorry it took me so long shdhdud Hope you like it <3

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Kate was getting tired of watching you and Yelena pretend that you don't like each other. She was sick of the heart eyes and dancing around each other and the tension was getting worse by the minute.

She loved her friends but damn was it hard to watch.

Every time she'd spend alone time with either of you, you both talked about the other. Kate didn't mind but she also thought it was absolutely ridiculous.

Every time Kate tried to tell one of you how you liked each other she would receive laughs from you and a push from Yelena.

So she came up with a plan. Kate will invite you to hang out as you always do, but then she'd suggest a truth or dare game. She knew Yelena enough that there was no way she wouldn't accept truth or dare game she was too competitive. Kate still isn't sure how you can win a truth or dare game but whatever.

kate: tonight my place 9pm we order in?

you: ur paying?

yelena: if u pay?

parker: broke af u need to pay

Kate rolled her eyes at her friends.

kate: ok

you: ur the best love you <3

yelena: be there

Kate rolled her eyes at her friends, but her plan was in motion.

"Hi" Kate smiles when she sees that you and Yelena came together.

"Wait I'm here too!" the three of you turn and look at Peter running up the stairs.

The four of you were hanging out for a while and Kate was sure now was the time to get her plan in motion.

"What do you think should we play truth or dare?"

"Ugh we're not kids!" you groan.

"Ah, scared of a little dare?" Yelena teases, and you push her lightly, rolling your eyes.

"It's on Belova."

"Alright, let's go"

Not wanting to seem obvious, Kate avoided asking you questions about Yelena and vice versa. But now it's Kates' turn again, and she's ready to help her friends finally get together.

"So Yelena, Truth or Dare?"

"Ah I will choose Truth now."

"Do you have a crush on anyone here?"

"Nope, never."

"Not even Y/N?" and then your heart broke when Yelena made a face of disgust.

"Eww. Never in a million years that's gross. It's like liking your sister or even worse." as soon as those words left Yelena, she regretted them seeing your face.

"Wow, I didn't know I was that hard to like that even the thought of liking me disgusts you." You stand up, wiping tears off of your cheeks running straight to the bathroom.

"Y/N, wait, please." Yelena follows you and knocks on the closed door.

"Shit I'm sorry I didn't think this would happen." Yelena looks back at Kate and lifts a brow.

"What do you mean?"

Kate avoids eye contact, feeling extremely guilty that she caused this.

"I-, well- you see, I just wanted to make you confess that you like each other because you do. I just wanted to help."

Yelena swore something in russian and told Kate to give them a minute.

"Hey. Can you open the door?"

You don't reply, but you know Yelena is still at the door. The tears are still falling, and you're getting really frustrated because why does it matter anyway? The "what ifs" can now leave your brain. All the daydreams and dreams can finally stop. So what if you've dreamed about kissing her under the rain, that's lame. You'll get over it, it's fine.

"Ask me again." Yelena tries.

"What?" you ask your voice breaking.

"Truth or dare."

"Fine, truth or dare."

"Truth."

You take in a breath.

"Is if true that you can't even imagine liking me? Am I really that unlikeable?"

"дорогой, you are the most incredible person I've ever met. There's not a part of you that I don't like, and your smile makes my day. In fact, you're too good to be true. I've been falling in love with you since the moment we met and and I didn't want to ruin our friendship because I'm selfish and I need you."

Yelena gasps when you suddenly unlock the door and pull her into the bathroom pushing her against the same door she was behind moments ago.

You look into Yelenas' eyes and then drop your gaze to her mouth and then back at her waiting for consent.

She nods, and that's all you need to finally kiss her. It's even better than all the dreams you've had because it's real. Yelena grabs the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You've put everything into that kiss all the bottled up emotion that's been buried for way too long.

You don't pull away until you're breathless.

"Wow." Yelena whispers, her hands holding your hips so you don't move away.

"Yeah."

"We should've done that long time ago."

you laugh at Yelenas' words because it's true, if both of you were just a tad bit less oblivious this could've happened months ago.

"If it wasn't obvious I uh like you too."

"Eh, you could kiss me again just to be sure."

You roll your eyes but kiss her nonetheless.

"I get the credits for this!" Kate yells from the other side of the door, which makes you both snort.

[the end]

#yelena #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #yelena mcu #yelena x reader #yelena marvel #kate bishop

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somanywords · 5 months

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brown paper packages (tied up with string)

Rating: T

Relationship: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Major Tags: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Steve Rogers, Birthday Party, Surprise Party, POV Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton Friendship, clint and nat and their huge collection of orphans, natasha's birthday, Post-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Minor Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, can be read as platonic but why would you, Hijinks & Shenanigans, just another 13k fic by me

Length: 12.9k | Complete

Summary:

“I need your help,” Clint says reluctantly, like every old mentor in the book. “No way in hell,” Kate says, like nobody ever, “Am I helping plan a surprise party for a Russian assassin that could kill me with one breath, that I haven’t even been invited to!” Clint blinks. “Oh. Shit, I can put you on the guest list.”

Read on AO3!

#my fics #clintasha fics #clintasha #clint barton #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #yelena belova #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #bpptuws #cassstuff

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darkwaveho · 1 year

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Favors

Summary: If someone would've told Wanda that asking for a simple favor could be so damaging, she would've never asked for it.

Pairings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x reader

A/n: Ok this part is finally here!!! thank you to everybody who stayed patient with me on getting this out and to anyone who's giving me feedback and kind words on this series. It wasn't supposed to last this long but I got carried away, lol with that being said this is the last part for Favors and happy reading <3 (Also, not proofread.)

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Waking up from the effects of yet a late night you groan as you leave your bed. Your week has been somewhat peaceful, you haven't been stalked, harassed or the victim of a good guilt trip lately, but you were still hurting from what happened, you couldn't think of anything other than always trusting your first instincts. If you trusted your first instincts none of this would be pulling at your heart strings.

You would've never dated Wanda Maximoff, you never would've physically fought your best friend Kate and You haven't seen Wanda; you've been avoiding Kate and surprisingly you've been avoiding Natasha as well. She promised she wouldn't lie to you and yet she still lied and tried to cover for Wanda after you saw her with Jean at the frat party. Seems like everyone was lying to you and keeping things from you.

Walking out of your room you couldn't ignore the smell of breakfast filling your nose. What you didn't expect to see was Kate in the common area. "What the hell are you doing here?" You cross your arms over your chest. Kate was obviously nervous from seeing you, it's been a week since the last time you've even looked at her let alone talked to her.

"I- just" Yelena appears before she can say anything, she doesn't look annoyed or upset as to why Kate is here because she let her in. She's been talking to Kate since the party to get an understanding of her point of view and what she was going through when this went down. Yelena had to realize that Kate was also a victim in this situation.

“Y/n, I love you, I do but you two need to talk this out.” Yelena walks into the room and points to the small sofa that Kate was sitting on. three trays of breakfast sat on the mini table. Yelena was determined to fix this; she'd be damned if she let Wanda permanently ruin this friendship, she's made with you and Kate. No one says a word after that, everyone seated here was too stubborn, and too anxious to say anything right now, or so you thought when Kate is actually the first person to speak up after the awkward silence and pointed stares.

“I’m sorry.” Kate says the apology before you could even get a word out. “Why did you do it?” she swallows the lump in her throat and nervously picks at the skin on her fingers. “I- she’s very intimidating and she threatened to stop supplying me with the Xan’s and the weed if I didn’t help her, she said I would have to get them from Rumlow.”

“You’re gonna have to talk to someone about your drug dependency and maybe talk to someone about your anxiety and stress as well.” She nods her head in understanding, this wasn’t to put shame on her because you knew from first-hand how hard and stressful academic praise and approval can be. You did this because you truly care about her and don't want her ending up in the wrong hands, and she genuinely hurt you. “As much as I hate to say it, luckily it was just Wanda wanting to pursue me and not someone else trying to do anything worse than that.” What hurt you the most was just how willingly she was to give things up about you. it doesn't matter if it was a class schedule or where you hung out at. It was the principle.

“I wouldn’t have done it if it was anything more than a date set up or just giving details about you.”

“You don’t know that Kate, things change when the need for drugs are involved. It depends on your desperation and need for them, and you were clearly desperate and in need for them when Wanda asked you to do what you did.”

"Okay, I’ll find a campus support group.” She holds your hand firmly. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll never do it again, you’re my best friend.” You remove her hand from yours and Kate instantly wants to curl into a ball right here and now until you lurch forward bringing her into a hug. “Never let anyone take advantage of you like that again Kate.” She squeezes you back in the tight embrace. “I promise I won’t. So, you forgive me?” You pull away from the hug and pretend to think about it.

“I’ll forgive you but it’s gonna take more to earn my trust again. I want to see progress. I want to see changes in your actions Kate.”

“No problem.” She anxiously studies your face, would it be too soon? Did you trust her enough for a hug or would she be treated like a stranger on the street? Too afraid of the rejection she keeps her hands clenched into the fabric of the small sofa which Yelena quickly takes note of.

“Aww finally you guys made up, c’mon group hug.” Yelena sandwiches herself between you and Kate. “Ah, Yelena, you’re really squeezing me to death here.”

“Hm, good, because if you ever do anything like that again, I’ll kill you.” Yelena was put into a compromising position from this whole thing. She really didn’t appreciate the divide and shift of her friendship. She could forgive Kate, but Wanda would remain on her list. “You’re funny Yelena.”

“She’s not kidding Kate.” You knew when Yelena was joking and now as not that time, she meant it. She chuckles nervously and wide eyes look up to the angry blonde’s. “You were kidding, right Lena?”

“No, no I actually wasn’t.” Her emotions nonexistent, face blank and cold. She meant it. The uncomfortable silence doesn’t stay for long when the knock at the door interrupts the somewhat happy reunion. She doesn’t even bother to say a greeting once she pushes past the threshold of the door. “Uh- yeah come right in.” You motion with your hands sarcastically.

“I haven’t seen her; she hasn’t been home in three days, y/n I’m worried.” Yelena and Kate watch the red head with worried eyes. Wanda was missing and you were barely showing any type of reaction to the news, at least on the outside. Yelena parts her lips to say something but her sister stops her before she can. "Yelena if you're gonna say anything right now, don't, Wanda is my friend, so if you don't have anything useful to say to help find her then keep your damn mouth shut!" She didn't really mean to snap at her sister but she wasn't in the mood to hear petty remarks from her when her Best friend could be in danger right now. "I wasn't gonna say anything." Yelena mumbles under her breath

“No, I haven’t seen her Nat try asking Pietro, maybe he knows where she is.” you put up a good front to anyone else but not in front of Natasha she can see the concern in your eyes. “I checked already, and he hasn't seen her. Pietro is out looking for her right now as well, come on let’s go check some of her main spots.” Natasha walks out the door opening it and stops when she’s halfway out of the door. noticing she didn’t hear any footsteps behind her. You walk towards the door leaning on the doorway. “That’s not my problem.” you don’t get to close the door on Natasha as her foot stops it keeping the wooden door in place, you had no idea just how strong she was.

“Cut the shit you still care about her. You’ve cared about her since before you two got together so please stop wasting time, put your goddamn shoes on and help me find her, please.” Without another word you grabbed a jacket and put your shoes on. The car ride was silent for the most part until Natasha finally spoke up after unsubtly turning to you every now and then during a red light. "That night, what you saw wasn't what it looked like." Your face remains turned towards the window, the tint bringing a different contrast to gloomy morning. "No? so, I just made it up in my own head, hm?"

"No."

"So, you're telling me that I didn't see my girlfriend with her pants pooled down at her ankles in a closet with her old fuck toy?"

"You're not listening, y/n"

"No, I'm listening just fine, you're the one that seem to be creating a different narrative to save your friend from her actions!"

"It wasn't consensual!" Natasha had a short temper it was honestly amazing how long she held off on raising her voice with you. the word instantly changes the tone in the car. One word made you feel like shit, made you feel sick and ashamed for how you handle things and not let Wanda explain herself that night.

Anger courses through your body from the new given information. "What?" your voice comes out barely above a whisper, the air was truly knocked out of you. "Jean, snuck her way into Scott's room after I left. I walked Wanda up there to sober up so she could have a clear mind when she talked to you about fixing things. What you walked in on was a set up. She was up there waiting for you; Jean wasn't on her mind at all. I guess I should take part in blame for not staying with her until you showed up, but I've seen her more wasted than that and she was fine." Natasha sets her jaw in frustration and puts all her energy on focusing on the road.

"She didn't cheat on me." you repeat the sentence a few times until you grow angry with yourself. Wanda didn't cheat on you, but you technically did, when you kissed daisy. Natasha takes a glance at you and sees you accepting her words as the truth. "Listen don't blame yourself for anything, Jean was being a disgusting bitter bitch, you couldn't have known what was truly going on up there." That doesn't make you feel better that doesn't make you feel better at all for some reason, because, yes, you had every right to break things off with her after seeing her like that and your actions were justified, at the end of the day everything came back to Wanda and her actions. Her lies and deceit caught up to her and you just couldn't wait around to hear another lie fall from her addicting lips. Noticing the anger and shame Natasha showed in her eyes you reach for her abandoned hand and give her a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t blame yourself for what happened either, that night was just a total disaster for everyone.” She briefly tears her eyes away from the road to look at your linked fingers and she sends a small smile to you in appreciation.

“Thanks.” The word comes out small and vulnerable and she retreats her hand from yours after swallowing the lump in her throat and focuses her eyes back to the road. “Everything will continue to be disastrous unless we find Wanda. I just don’t have any idea where she could be and if something happens to her, I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

“We’ll find her Nat.”

“I don’t know y/n, she rarely goes anywhere other than the places we’ve checked already.” You zone out for a moment as the thought finally comes to you. The words come out in a mumbled whisper. “Places that you’ve been to.” Natasha can clearly hear you; she looks to the road with curiosity waiting for you to fill her in on the information you haven’t shared with her yet. "What are you doing?" Natasha eyes you curiously as you touch the keypad to her navigation system.

"I think I might know where she is."

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As Natasha pulled up to the sketchy building, she side eyes you, asking if you were joking with her and if you were being serious about finding her best friend. This was the only place you could think of where she might be. It wasn’t a long shot since you’ve been here before with her many times within the small span of your relationship. Natasha was only looking at the outside of the building but once she entered the inside, she’d understand what this was and what this meant to Wanda, she has to be here. As you walk inside the building Natasha was still cautious of the appearance that the building was in, Wanda had more than enough money for her to be somewhere downtown instead of this cheap broken-down building nothing made sense. You finally stop in front of a door, the rusted metal plated number on the outside hanging by its last screw. You brace yourself for what you would find behind this door or what you wouldn’t find behind this door. The many possibilities roam your mind, and you get lost in them. Natasha has to bring you back by placing. A hand on your shoulder. “Hey, you alright?” You shake your head of the intrusive thoughts. “Yeah.”

“So, what’s all this? Where are we?”

“This is where Wanda does her art, and behind this door is her art studio.” Natasha hums in understanding Natasha and Wanda told each other everything, so of course Natasha knew Wanda had an art studio, but she never expected it to be somewhere like this let alone in this condition. “Hm, okay so let’s find out who’s in charge here to let us in.” You grab her before she storms off and you remove your hand from your jacket pocket. “You don’t have to do that.” Natasha pinches her brows together at your response until you planting the small metal key into her eye level. Wanda had given you a key. She had given you a key to the one place she found solitude and peace. Natasha smiles in response to the growth of her best friend. She was truly proud of her knowing this was all new territory to her, this was a huge deal.

“I hope she’s here.” You place the key into the socket and pushed the door open. You had a good feeling about this, this would be the last resort until you needed to go to the police and get them involved, and you really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. You’d be heartbroken if she remained missing and not have the chance to have a final conversation with each other. Even if you two don’t fix things, you’d never wish ill will on her. Your thoughts were right, you weren't prepared for what you saw behind the now opened door. her place of creativity now trashed and disheveled compared to the many times you've seen it. you and Natasha both rush into the room avoiding the gut feeling that something truly was going to leave you both in tears after searching for her in this room any further.

The more you move forward into this room the more you feel sick to your stomach. From the splatters of what you hoped to be red paint trail on the floor, the broken glass, and torn off pieces of paper all littered across the floor of this room. it isn't until you spot a half empty bottle of vodka surrounded by other empty bottles that you rush over to the area, Natasha quickly follows behind you after texting Pietro about the state of Wanda's art studio. What you find on the other side of the couch was an unconscious Wanda, no doubt drunk beyond her limits because once again she wasn't a drinker, she was a stoner. it's only been a few days and the amount of bottles that littered her floor range bells in your mind about the possibility of alcohol poisoning. You didn't recognize this person laying beneath you, this wasn't your Wanda. All previous radiant hues of color that glowed from her face and skin now gone and gloomy. "W-Wanda" The words finally push through your constricted airways, you found it difficult to breathe right now. Natasha finally rounds the couch next you as she hears your broken words and her best friend's name.

“Shit! Wanda, Hey wake up,” She drops to her knees lightly slapping Wanda's face after shaking her did nothing to change the limp and unconscious state she was in right now. in a panicked moment you use your surroundings and spot a water bottle, quickly grabbing it and throwing the liquid on to Wand's face, she gasps from the contact, it wasn't a freezing cold water, but it was enough to bring her back to life. Her eyes are still squinted not fully opening them, yet she groans from the feeling of being moved. “Don’t just stand there help me get her up.” You move to help Natasha stand Wanda up against the brick wall. It takes Wanda a moment to get used to her surrounding again, the pounding in her head and the effects of alcohol are still very much present on her but she still cranes her neck to the person she saw first.

“Hi Natty, you missed me? I thought about coming home but” She gasps with as much excitement as she can muster up in her drowsy inebriated state. “Princess! You came back for me?” She used all of her strength she had left to throw herself into your arms.

“I’m here because Natasha was worried.” You have to turn your face to shield your nose from the strong smell of liquor that trailed from her breath.

“Oh.” She doesn’t stay on the subject long quickly moving on to the next thing that popped up into her dazed and fuzzy brain. “Sorry about the mess I was trying to finish something to bring it to you, but I couldn’t get your face right, so I started adding your favorite color then I remembered you said you didn’t have and then I used all the colors. which wasn’t a very good idea, then I ended up with that.” She shrugs her shoulders and leans her head back onto the bricks when she’s done with her mini rant.

Natasha saves this moment of awkward silence with something to help Wanda's inebriated state. “C’mon let’s get some food and water in you to sober up.” Natasha almost has to pry Wanda's hands away from you, but since she was drunk it didn't take much to pull her away and help seat her at the small working table. Uber eats would just have to do for now because Natasha didn't trust herself to leave you here with Wanda alone. So, she found something that was in the area and didn't take long to be delivered. The more she sat there and sobered up the more she remembers. She specifically remembers your tongue being shoved down Daisy’s throat. How you thought she moved on so quickly from you. You didn’t let her explain you didn’t even want to hear her out hear her side of things. No, you immediately jumped on to Daisy just to piss her off. You see the switch in her mood now from drowsy and annoyed to now anger and jealousy. Wanda stares a burning hole of hatred into you the more the images play in her mind.

“You have something you want to say?” You weren't going to walk around on eggshells around her. you weren't going to let her intimidate you like she did everyone else. You weren't looking for a fight, but you also didn't want to be around her this soon and if Natasha hadn't practically dragged you out of your dorm, you're certain you wouldn't be anywhere near her.

“You enjoy whoring yourself out last week?” The words grit through her teeth, her voice octaves dropped dangerously low and yet she had teary eyes. The slight growl and bite to her voice should've been a warning for you to just walk away but you couldn't do that. you couldn't let her call you out of your name when this whole thing started because of her not getting her way.

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me!” Her hands slam on top of the counter. Natasha steps in to ease the tension. She pulls Wanda into her side and leans in to harshly but quietly whisper into her ear. “Wanda, calm down, this is not how you’re going to get her back.” Wanda shoves Natasha away from her as much as she can while still dealing with the aftereffects of alcohol. "I don't care about that right now, clearly she didn't care to let me explain things! She took the first chance she got to get with Daisy."

"You're right! I didn't care about how you felt in that moment. I didn't care how you felt after seeing you with your ex, but you can't call me a whore when I saw what I saw in that closet, you aren't a very creditable and trustworthy person, why would I want to listen to anything that came out of your mouth that night? I couldn't even look at you, you made me sick." Natasha inserts herself into the conversation once more but this time she addresses you and tries calming this situation down before it gets even more heated. She wanted things resolved now that she knew Wanda was okay, and this was the chance to make up for the ruined reunion at the frat party. "Clearly you two need to talk things out, so I'm just gonna make myself useful in the back and finger paint or something." She walks away from the two of you not waiting on a reply.

“You kissed her in my fucking face!” She paces back and forth. “We didn’t breakup, Y/n you said you needed space and time to think on things. You lied!”

“I lied? You lied! You’ve been lying and untrustworthy this whole fucking time Wanda! I literally saw you in the same position as the last time we were at a party. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? How that makes me feel? Seeing you with your pants around your ankles and Jean-“ You couldn’t even finish the words; this was upsetting you the more you talked about it. You finally had Wanda and you lost her the same way you did a year ago. To Jean. “Look at me.”

“Look at me please. I didn’t fucking touch her I swear. You know I would never cheat on you; you know.” And that's when you remember the conversation that took place in Natasha's car before arriving here. "Natasha told me about what really happened that night, had I known what was happening I never would've- I never." Wanda shakes her head in dismissal, cautiously holding your hands in hers. The spark sensation she feels from the touch of your soft skin makes it seem like it's been longer than a few days. "It's okay, you didn't know." Wanda takes this moment of sincerity and vulnerability to lean in closer, tears pooled in her eyes once again, needing the comfort and reassurance of reconciliation.

Feeling the heat and the comfort of Wanda being near you after her vacant presence had you turning to mush, you needed to get back on track, back to why you came here in the first place. You shift your eyes away from her. “Nat just wanted to know where you were and that you were safe, and it looks like your fine to me, so I’m just gonna go.” That was a lie, you could clearly tell she wasn't fine, she wasn't dead, but she was not fine. If only you knew just how dead she was on the inside. You remove your hand from Wanda's after clearing your throat. The small simple touch had you on the edge of bringing your walls down completely. "W-what? you're leaving? Even after you found out that it was Jean's fault. You're still running away from me?" Even though what happened at the party wasn't her fault you couldn't help feeling the dreaded pain of the images in your brain. There would always be a sense of insecurity within you and this relationship.

"Just because I was willing to hear you out at the party doesn't mean I was going to take you back Wanda. Yes, seeing you with Jean that night played a part in me making that final decision, but it ultimately comes back to you, and what you did. Don't try putting all the blame on Jean." After removing your hand from Wanda's, you brush past her, heading for the door of her studio. "And I'm not running away from you. I just can't do this, it's too much."

“No” She steps in front of you pressing her body against the door. “I don’t have time for this Maximoff, move.” She sets her jaw and barrows her eyes at you more determined and confident in her stance. “You’re not leaving until we work this out.” Her voice comes out as firm as she possibly can, hints of her voice wavering and breaking were evident, she was barely holding it together.

“How? How could we possibly work this out when I can’t even fucking trust you?” Wanda flinches and clenches her eyes shut from the volume of your voice and the harshness of your words; she still makes no effort to answer the number one question. “That’s what I thought.” You shove her from the door walking out of it to the common area where Natasha was. She furrows her brows as she watched the scene unfold in front of her waiting nearby just in case things got out of hand but far enough away to sill give you guys a sense of privacy. She's not happy at all about this happening, you both were clearing hurting and in pain.

“I’m sorry!” You don’t look back at her as you set in on your destination. “You’ve said that already.” You wipe your tears as you turn to Natasha's awaiting figure in the back of the room near Wanda's older paint pieces. “I’m leaving, I already called for an Uber, and I’ll be waiting outside.” Confusion struck Natasha at your words; you would rather pay for an uber than to be near Wanda right now. "You don't have to call an uber, y/n I can take you back to your dorm the same way I picked you up."

"No, Natasha, it's fine I'd rather be alone right now all of this is just too much to deal with." Natasha doesn't put up a fight, respectfully accepting your wishes but Wanda wasn't having it, she'd fight until there was no more fight left in her and even then, she'd find a way to keep going. Wanda grabs your hand to halt you as you were walking towards the door.

“I’ll stop selling!” When you stop, she releases a breath and go further into details.

“I’ll stop selling drugs.” Very noble of her to stop doing that for you, but you didn’t want her struggling to keep up with the things she already had before you two got together, especially since her father wouldn’t pay for anything because of her choice of being an art major.

“I can’t ask you to do that for me.”

“I want to, if that brings you back to me than I’ll do it. I’ll stop selling, I have enough saved up to pay for the majority of my tuition. I’ll stop smoking so much, whatever you want I’ll do it.”

“I never wanted to change you, I just didn’t think you were this type of person, that’s not enough.” You knew about what she did and how she was before you decided to get into a relationship with her, that wasn't the problem the problem was her continuous pattern of lying to you, the fact that she wouldn't take accountability and that she was abusing her power to black mail your friends. You snatch your hand from here and she once again beats you to the door. She stands in front of the last door needed to walk out into the hallway and out the building. “I love you.” She licks her lips quickly waiting for your response. You shake your head denying her confession. “Yes, I do Printcessa.”

“No, that’s not fucking funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“You’re lying.” Your response bites back

“I’m not and you know I’m not, is it enough?” The silence was only killing her even more than before.

“Is love enough?” She nudges her nose against yours as her lips quiver. “I love you.” She tilts her head to remain eye contact with you. You found the floor more interesting in this moment you didn’t know if this was another mind game, she liked to play it if she was being serious. Wanda sees your struggle with believing the truth behind her words, she pushes further into detail with more confidence. This was the first time she’s ever said them to anyone in a romantic way, this was a big step for her to admit it out loud because she’s known that she’s been in love with you from the start. “I’m in love with you, tell me it’s enough.” She whispers the last confession of love against your lips as she holds your chin in place to stop you from moving away from her. “Please.”

Once again, she's met with silence, she drops to her knees in front of you, her strong hands clinging to your legs with desperation. "I'm sorry" She mumbles the words into the fabric of your Jeans multiple times like a prayer. Finally snapping out of the trance, you're aware of how she's feeling and what just happened. She just poured her heart out to you and received nothing from you except for a blank face and silence. as you gather your thoughts Wanda cries harder into you, no doubt leaving stains of her salty tears behind for evidence.

"Wanda." The sound of your voice wasn't what she was expecting, and you weren't expecting her to ignore you and to cling against you tighter. You try again to grab her attention and to calm her down, with the amount of tears she's shed. You're sure exhaustion was ready to hit her like a train pretty soon. "Wanda, stand up." Your request goes ignored as she frantically shakes her head no. She can't take this; she can't take the rejection after she just bared her soul to you. Wanda would never recover if she got up from this cold hard floor hoping for a second chance just to watch you walk away from her again. She would rather keep you like this, in her arms forever than to let that happen. It isn't until she feels the warmth from your hand on her shoulder that she pulls away from your stained Jeans to look up at you.

"Stand up." Your voice comes out soft and yet that still doesn't bring any comfort to her, as your face remains unreadable. reluctantly she stands up on shaky legs, and she has to immediately link her fingers together to keep them from latching on to your once more. She studies your face, waiting for you to say it was over, that you couldn't forgive her.

What she does next wasn't what you were expecting. As you walk closer to her disheveled figure, she shies away from you. for the first time today, she looks away from you and desperately tries to find something to ground herself with. "I can't be with you." That was the final nail in the coffin, the final words she needed to hear to let her know that this relationship was truly over with. She tries to move past you, but your hands force her back to her previous position in front of the door. She lost all remains of her hearing with the words you spoke that she didn't even hear the rest that followed afterwards.

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"I can't be with you if you hide things from me, blackmail and intimidate my friends, and lie." That still didn't bring any comfort or reassurance to Wanda that this would be worked out, so she keeps her head down and her eyes remain focused on the rings on her fingers. She's surprised they didn't slide off her fingers and clash into the floor with how fast she was spinning them against her sweaty skin. "Do you understand?" You gently rub you hand against her hair, cautiously fixing her messy strains as she processes what you asked her.

" Yes." The sense of your touch brings her back to earth. She was too afraid to move right now, thinking that if she made one subtle move you would be changing your mind for some odd reason.

You tug her forward, embracing her in a much-needed warm embrace. her quick breathing inhales and exhales in the crook of your neck from relief. Wanda clenches her eyes shut and focuses on the scent of you. The scent she's been without for a what feels like forever. you reluctantly pull away from her, she wasn't the only one going through it you just hid it more. You missed her, you missed seeing her waiting outside of your classes with flowers, a snack from the cafe and some spontaneous adventure she planned to take you on every day since this whole situation started. Your hands find their home on either side of her face, you slowly and gently wipe away at her stained tears.

Wanda was getting anxious as to what would come next, but she wasn't expecting the touch of your lips against hers. The kiss starts off with you doing all the work until the initial shock wears off and Wanda finds herself kissing back with more purpose and enthusiasm, you both put your all into this kiss. If the problem of breathing wasn't a factor for you two, you're certain you would've never pulled apart from each other. Your foreheads touch as you both clench the fabrics of your clothes. Soft panting is the only sound heard within this room right now. "Is it enough?" Wanda brings the discussion back to the burning question you left unanswered. After a brief pause and a deep breath, you finally reply to her question.

"It's enough." You nod your head slowly, whispering the words softly against Wanda's lips and only pulling away slightly to see her joyous reaction. She's been going through withdrawals and the first time she can have that feeling, that she now knows is love rushing through her body she takes that opportunity to be under that influence again, never wanting to be without it; to be without you. "It is?" her voice cracks with uncertainty, even after the intimate and vulnerable moment you two just shared. You crack a wide smile and nod your head in confirmation.

"Mhm." You hum in response and Wanda doesn't give you time to say anything else after that. Wanda's body collides into you causing you to stumble back into the small couch you've gotten familiar with in this art studio. Her lips attach themselves back upon yours, eager hands briefly roam your body before they settle against your waist still holding you with desperation and strength. You indulge her, letting her do whatever she needed to do. You needed the reassurance and comfort as well; this whole thing was unlike anything you've faced before while being in a relationship. You let her take as much love and affection she needs. She pulls back leaving you breathless before she moves onto her next destination to shower you with affection. She ignores your giggles and wiggling as she peppers your face with wet kisses while repeating her apologies over and over again until she finally pulls away from you on her own. "I love you, Princess."

"Wand-" Before you could get the words out Wanda shushes you and places her finger against your lips. She didn't want to hear your reply to her right now.

"No, I don't want you to say it just because I did. If you really love me, say it on a random day when I'm not expecting it, I can't be the only spontaneous one in this relationship, can I?" She playfully grins at you and you're happy to see her slowly returning back to her old self again. The darkness fading from her, and this environment was clearly evident to anyone who saw her state before now. Truthfully Wanda didn't know if you loved her as she loved you, so saying this was a way to keep that small chance of hurt away from her, but if you truly loved her, you'd say it on your own and not because she said it first. That's what she keeps telling herself in her mind.

“I just want you to know where my heart lies and that I’m serious about fixing things.” How could you not fall for her when she’s pulling out every raw emotion in her body right now. “If this is gonna work; I’m if we’re gonna work we need to take things slow, clearly we rushed into this too fast.”

“Whatever it takes.” She nods in agreement and pulls you back into her embrace. This was Wanda’s last chance, and she was not going to mess it up. “Should we go check on Nat and tell her we made up? She’s awfully quiet in there.” You nod towards the room stores with paint. Wanda wanted to be as close as possible to you, her face snuggles against the soft skin of your face. She groans as you try pulling away from her, she’d stay in this spot forever if you’d let her, as long as you where hers again. You surprise Wanda when you scoop her up in your arms, her leg’s immediately wrap around your waist as she chuckles. She was never ashamed to be vulnerable or submissive with you, it was very much welcomed especially after missing your touch for weeks. You walk into the room to actually find Natasha finger painting with her AirPods in her ear. She spots you both from the corner of her eye and plasters a devious smirk across her face. “I see the two horny love birds are back together.”

“Shut up.” Wanda replies back in an annoyed tone. “Don’t be rude I haven’t seen you in days and you haven’t even praised me for my artwork.” Natasha pouts in a sarcastic manner as she holds up the finger painting. “Can we go back out there I can’t deal with her my head still hurts.” Wanda turns back to you and turns your head to face hers. “You’re so rude! Y/n do you like my finger painting?” You slightly turn towards Natasha which grants you a grunt from Wanda. “I like your painting Nat.” Natasha gloats from the approval and winks at Wanda. “It’s a shitty painting, now can we go home?” Natasha mumbles under her breath as she cleans up the mess she made and dangles her keys as a motion that they can leave.

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After being in the backseat with Wanda once again she clings onto to you with desperation but this time it was a calm desperation. When you finally made back to Wanda's apartment all she could think about was showering and laying in her own bed again. you didn't want to ruin her mood about her piled up assignments she's missed since she skipped class or how she put her brother through such a panicked state. “I don’t think you’ll be getting any rest today baby.” Wanda swoons from hearing the pet name again. Hearing her last name fall from your lips made her angry. “Why is that? Oh, I know you wanna make it up to me with sex? You know I love going all night with you.” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully. You gently seat her arm. “No, first of all you don’t have the energy, second of all we’re not having sex until I see progress in you, and lastly.”

“Wanda!” Wanda’s eyes go wide with shock when she sees her fuming and disheveled brother standing outside of her apartment door. Wanda immediately groans, placing her head in your neck and mumbling what sounded like she should’ve stayed at her studio. “That’s why.” You say as you watch kiss her head and gently push her towards her brother that had every right to be angry. The reprimanded conversation takes place, and you take the chance to text Yelena and Kate to fill them in on Wanda’s whereabouts, deciding to leave out the part of you two working things out, you’d do it in person. As Natasha stands next to you, and you turn to her slightly bumping her shoulder for attention. She grants you the attention immediately. “Thank you.”

“For what? You’re the one that found her, I should be thanking you.” She playfully bumps your shoulder back. “For calling me out earlier and getting me back on track. Also, for telling me what truly happened that night.”

“Don’t worry about Jean anymore, I handled it.” You didn’t quite know what that meant but by the way her tone changed you weren’t sure you wanted more details.

“Princess, I need you, Piet is making my head explode.” You and Natasha both smile at each other. “Duty calls.” You say as you walk towards the door with Natasha following close behind you. “You know she’s not gonna let you leave the apartment, right?” You already had a feeling she wouldn’t let you leave; you’ve accepted the fate that lies ahead. You already had things here anyway you had no excuse as to why you couldn’t stay for two weeks.

At the end of the day when Pietro finally left, and Wanda was snug asleep in your arms she dreamed of ways to redeem herself from every diminishing title she heard fall from your lips during the arguments. She’d never want to ask for a favor again after the hell she went through just to get it. She ultimately lost more than she gained in a matter of a split second. It was finally Wanda would never lie or keep things from you again, and lastly, the word ‘Favor’ would never roll off of her tongue again.

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We can be forever ch.2

Summary: You and Wanda met at a Café, your life and hers changed drastically and for the very first time in her messy life, Wanda may have discovered the real meaning behind love at first sight.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Stark!F!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, strong language, sexual themes, alcohol, smut, fluff, AU, everyone it's at university, Wanda is older than R, R is a genious rather awkward, some D/s undertones in past relationships, mentions of cheating, emotionally inmature characters, strong language, angst, drama and more tags as time passes by.

Author's note: Drama it's good for the heart, just as angst. You guys liking the story and reblogging or commenting, or just reading in general are the best. Now, this chapter will deal with misunderstandings and some confussion. Hope you like it.

Once more I ask you to overlook the use of the English language in this story since that's not my mother tongue, so I apologise for the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes. Comments are very much welcome, likes and reblog are going to be loved, and request are going to be the epithome of a good life for me.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

Chapter 2

The misunderstanding

Wanda rested her cheek on her hand, her eyes twinkling with amusement and tenderness while she followed your gestures as you told her yet another story. If you had paid any attention to your surroundings, you would have noticed the way Wanda was glancing at you with her features softened, a fine dust of pink on her cheeks while her fingers seemed to draw small circles on the back of your hand.

This had been quite the familiar sight in the last couple of weeks since the both of you had been meeting one another. And it seemed as if every time it got even worse, as it the need to be near you, to listen to your stories or to have any contact with you was important, was something she was starting to crave

"... Of course, Kate ended up in the Dean's office with Peter." You chuckled shaking your head, Wanda pressed her lips together enjoying your expressions and that smiled so uniquely yours.

"And you, America, Kamala and Yelena escaped punishment, uh?" Wanda replied, chuckling when you winced sheepishly.

"Yeah, I paid that one because my brother knew I participated in the prank." You shrugged. "And I have to go out with Kate for like a month until she forgave me for ditching them at the last minute."

You didn't notice the way Wanda tensed or the strange shadow that went through her eyes, Kate Bishop was one of your best friends, yet Wanda couldn’t shake the feeling the Bishop heir liked you more than a simple friend. But of course, Wanda knew she shouldn’t feel this way, you two were friends and nothing else it didn’t matter you call your outings dates and that you were always ready to drop whatever you were doing to accept an impromptu lunch with Wanda whenever the redhead needed a friendly ear. So in all honesty, this really had started out as a friendship.

Problem was Wanda was starting to like them way too much for this to be adequate.

She never thought she would crave those outings with you or that her heart would speed up at the sight of a message from you, or that she would smile like an idiot when she heard your voice. But, here she was, at another coffee meeting while rain was pouring outside.

Wanda loved hearing your stories, you were quite the expressive storyteller and always had something to talk about. In the little time you two had started talking, Wanda found herself sharing things with you she had dared not to share with anyone else; though there were still aspects of her life, of her past she kept close to her chest. She didn’t want to scare you with them, she didn’t want you to look at her differently at how you were doing at the moment.

“Oh, so you date Kate?” Wanda blurted the question before she could stop herself, her heart aching painfully waiting for your answer.

The question made you raised your brows in surprised, you had already told Wanda you were no dating anyone at the moment. A spark of hope ignited inside your mind that perhaps this was just a show of interest, but soon you dismissed the idea.

“Kate? No, of course not!” You shook your head, dropping a half smile to Wanda who distracted herself with her coffee. You could swear you saw relief passing her green eyes but the gesture was so fast it could also be wishful thinking on your part.

Wanda shouldn’t feel relief at hearing your words, she really shouldn’t. This relationship with you was becoming quite the confusing ordeal for her.

“You know her and I, we’re like sisters.” You shrugged then, tilting your head to shoot a look at Wanda. “But enough about those embarrassing stories, how about you? How’s your thesis going? I know you had a meeting for something you didn’t want to tell me.”

Here you tried to show a petulant pout, Wanda merely rolled her eyes playing with the straw of her drink before her expression dropped. Whenever you asked her about her life, about her liking and dislikes, about her studies…she never before found someone not only interested in what she did but also ready to discuss it with her.

"It’s going good, I guess." Wanda took her hand away leaning back, eyes flickering to the window.

You frowned leaning in, you glanced at the window watching your reflection until you were sure Wanda was looking at yours. You offered a smile resting your head on your hand, elbow dangerously close to the edge.

"You guess? Come on! What I read was incredible!! Tell me, pretty please??" You winked at her through the reflection. "I promise not to steal your idea."

Wanda couldn't help it, she laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. She tried to ignore the somersaults her heart did at your words, at your interest in her.

"I've reached a stalemate moment, there was this book I was needing.” She spoke, the conversation seemed easier like this, with both of you looking at the reflection on the window.

"Mhm, so that was the reunion you had last week? For the book?” You inquired pursing your lips thoughtfully.

Wanda nodded; a flash of sadness went through her eyes.

"I got a meeting with someone that would help me out but…" Here Wanda trailed off, her hesitation more due to her not wanting to be a problem to you, to not let her weakness shown.

"But Kevin came that day and…There was this huge fight and I have to go to my lawyer to speed up the divorced process."

Wanda offered a bitter smile, "I couldn't make it and the university didn't like that."

You clenched your jaw at her words, Wanda had shared with you some of the details of the man she had been married to. You hated him, a high-school sweetheart that turned into a monster when he couldn't get what he wanted from Wanda; the older woman had not given many details, but you could guess some and whatever she did manage to tell you was enough to let you see just how messed up her life had been.

Right now, watching her through a reflection you had to wonder how anyone could let go of this woman. She was not only beautiful but also intelligent, funny and so headstrong; anyone would be quite lucky to have her by their side, if it was up to you, you would give her the world. But so far whatever it was going on between the both of you, you were still unsure of what it was, or where it was going. You didn’t even know if Wanda was beyond being straight, if she might be interested in you or not.

God, you really didn’t know if she was either bi, or a lesbian. Or just a beautiful temptation.

There was a high debate amongst your friends in regard to that one.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Wands." But just as you said this you couldn’t help but started thinking about a solution to her issue. You don’t wish to see the misery on her face the way you were seeing at the moment, there was something about Wanda Maximoff that made you wanted to keep that beautiful smile at all times.

To perhaps make her happy.

Wanda shrugged, turning so suddenly you jerked away, your elbow giving in until you hit your face on the table and fell to the ground.

You groaned, blinking away the stars dancing in your eyes. The side of your head hurt really bad, while you heard laughter around you there was also the voice of concern right above your head. You blinked a couple of times focusing your eyes on Wanda.

"Did I die?" You asked softly looking at her, and while the older woman scoffed at your question rolling her eyes, yet you could see the light blush on her cheeks and the ghost of a smile on her lips.

"If you ask why you're seeing an Angel right now, I'm going to hit you." Wanda threatened playfully, you chuckle grabbing your head in one hand.

"Never, I was actually going to ask if the devil was always so beautifully tempting."

An older man passing right in front of you snorted, shaking his head. When you turned to look at Wanda, your smile froze for a moment noticing just how closed the both of you were. Wanda was looking at you with a strange glint in her green eyes, those rosy cheeks burning with what you could tell was embarrassment.

You swallowed leaning in just a little, "so how bad is it? Did I hit my pretty face too hard?"

Wanda parted her lips, hesitating until another shadow came right in kneeling in front of the both of you.

"Gods, Y/N, are you alright? You're bleeding!" Jessica Jones cupped your face tenderly examining the wound while shooting a withering glance to Wanda who was just glaring back at her.

"I'm fine, Jessie, no need to worry." You smiled at the young woman who dipped her head shyly, blushing at the nickname. "Now, is there really blood?"

This time around you turned to Wanda, the older woman softened standing up while stretching her hand to you.

"Just a little, let me take you to the bathroom." Then her green eyes turned to the younger woman, Jessica pursed her lips, her eyes burning with anger.

"Jessie, dear, would you mind taking care of our things while I make sure Y/N is fine?"

Wanda didn't wait for an answer, she grabbed your hand dragging you to the bathroom, all this time you were trying to gather the blood coming from the cut.

The bathroom was empty, only two stalls and two hand washers. Wanda led you to the corner leaning in to examine the wound, you held your breath with your eyes flickering from Wanda's eyes to her lips then to her neck only to go back to her eyes.

She was so closed.

"So, gonna die stupid?" You asked teasingly, Wanda frowned shaking her head.

"Probably, it was just a cut, I can clean it up but… we can go to the hospital if…"

You opened your eyes wide, shaking your head. Tony would kill you, surely. You placed a hand on Wanda's hips, never noticing the intake of breath from the woman, though you did feel her hands on your shoulders to hold herself steady. You turned leaning in to look at the mirror.

The cut was large, but not deep. You sighed in relief when you noticed this, after a moment or two you realized what you were doing, with whom and just how close you two were. When you straightened up your hand was still around her hips and her hands on your shoulders.

God, Wanda, it's just beautiful.

You couldn't help but focus on her eyes, her cheekbones, and the form of her lips. The tension could be cut with a knife, yet neither one of you moved. You licked your lips, holding back your smile when those green eyes dropped to your lips.

"So, I don't think I need an emergency room." You finally broke the silence, a mere whisper.

"Good, I…"

Your hand tightened in Wanda's hips pulling her close, she sighed leaning in.

The sound of a phone ringing insistently broke the tension and Wanda and you jumped backwards startled. Wanda turned searching for her phone while you hit your head on the wall, the older woman sent an apologetic stare your way before her whole expression dropped.

"Sorry, I… I gotta take this."

Wanda left, and you stayed there, your heart almost breaking its way out of your chest. You knew your cheeks were warm, and your lips were tingling still feeling the warm breath coming from Wanda's parted lips.

By the time you came out of the bathroom your stuff was on the table, but Wanda was nowhere to be seen. You sat down on the table pressing a wet towel to the cut on your head before grabbing the receipt Wanda had paid. Your heart was still beating harshly against your chest, the memory of the older woman fresh on your mind.

You really were in big trouble

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"You really hit yourself hard, how did it go again?" Kate worried her lower lip with her teeth while inspecting the bruise on your forehead and the small cut.

You rolled your eyes, lips curling slightly when your best friend kept her scowling expression in place. She had been the first one to make such a fuss about the bruise while the others had been laughing their ass off at your clumsiness and misery.

"Please, tell us once more as you try to impress Maximoff and end up hitting your face and on the ground." Yelena couldn't keep the laughter from her voice.

America smirked leaning back against the armchair with MJ and Peter snuggling on the floor. Kamala was looking just as worried as Kate though, perhaps her reasons were of a different nature.

“Not gonna do it, Belova." You grabbed Kate's hand in yours offering a half amused half gentle smile to her. "Katie bear, I really am okay, come here and guys now that you know my embarrassing story of the day, what should I do?"

Kate sat down by your side, closer that was probably necessary but you had gotten used to it by now. You and Kate had been best friends since kindergarten and there was no one in this world you trusted more than her. The room finally went silent, everyone glanced at one another knowing you were investing all your energy on the older woman and, while they thought it was fun and exciting at first, now… well, it seemed as if Wanda was not that interested.

"Well, the thing is, Y/N you guys have been playing this date no date thing for more than two months." America started crossing her legs, she fixed her stare on you making a face. "At first it was cute, fun even, but now after this… I'm confused."

You made a face shrugging, “I know, it got me confused too because up until now I was not sure if she likes me."

"An almost kiss is not a show of attraction, Y/N." This time around it was Kamala the one speaking, she had on a deep frown hugging the pillow close to her chest.

"It's just… it's as if she is leading you in to make sure you are there as an option." Kamala shrugged, you eyed the room and realized everyone thought the same.

"You guys really think…"

"I would have kissed you with the second cup of coffee." MJ stated without a single glimpse of doubt.

Peter leaned back frowning, he eyed MJ with disbelief and the rest of the room just laughed.

"Excuse me? Should I feel threatened?"

America and Yelena snickered while you wiggled your eyebrows at Peter. Peter shook his head waiting for MJ, though she just raised a brow pointing a single finger at you.

"You would have kissed her too, but she would kick your ass for trying." MJ smirked when Peter all but denied this.

"The truth is that every single person in this room would have kiss you by now, Y/N." Kate chimed in rolling her eyes before everyone started saying things she most certainly was uncomfortable with.

"Everyone?" You shot her a teasing smile, but she just slapped your arm shaking her head.

"Look, perhaps she likes you but not like that, the almost kiss of today could be a moment of… confusion." Kate finished looking away from you, her eyes crossed with those of America and she hated the knowing glare the other woman sent her way.

"I think that, either way, you should talk to her and clear things up." Kamala always the voice of reason shrugged making a face. "She just came out of a bad marriage and well, an affair perhaps she really is confused and you following her like a lost puppy must be confusing as hell."

"I thought you hate her, Kam." Yelena crunched up her nose.

You turned sharply to her, "you hate her?"

Kamala rolled her eyes, "I don't hate her! I just don't like her."

This was news for you, you knew after their initial excitement for the older woman they had started reconsidering their vies on her since it was quite evident you were getting involved and she was not. You remembered how America and Peter had high fived you for scoring a date with the woman, and how Kate seemed sour all of a sudden while Kamala and Yelena were a little reluctant about the whole situation. Now that they were in your appartement discussing this, you realized all of them were on the same page about Wanda.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You scowled at Kamala who merely shrugged.

"Look, just don't think she is for you."

"Because she is divorced." Yelena nodded as if understanding, kamala hit her with a pillow before turning her attention to you.

"Because she is a cheater and, once a cheater, always a cheater." It was said with finality. Kamala softened her expression when she saw the flash of doubt in you.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Y/N. That's all and she just… I mean she ended her marriage because she couldn't deal with it in a mature way." Kamala then continued. “Then she cheated on him because…well, we don’t know how that happen, but still. And then after all that, she comes in and confuses you! That’s not right!”

Everyone was silent for a moment before they interchanged stares.

"So, how is Bruno, Kam?" America was the first one to ask.

"Wasn't Kareem?" MJ said in confusion.

"Wait, I thought it was Kamran." You finished smirking at the now blushing brunette.

Kamala put a hand on her face hiding her blush while the rest continued with the teasing mentioning another group of boys Kamala, at some point, had crushed on.

You laughed alongside everyone but the seed of doubt was already there. Perhaps you had expected more than what was really happening between the both of you. Wanda was coming out of a nasty deal with her ex, and she had not mentioned the affair too much but, what if they were still a thing? You two had just a shaky friendship nothing more.

"We're just worried." Kate said softly, only for you to hear. "We don't want you to get hurt, and this Wanda… well, she is just so confusing at times, and you look so…"

"I know, I just… I promise I'll be careful, Katie bear."

Katie smiled leaning in to rest her head on your shoulder, you wrapped an arm around her joining in to keep listing the boys in Kamala’s life who all of a sudden started remembering the people in the lives of everyone else.

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The conversation with your friends danced around your head for all night long.

You knew they were right about this game between you and Wanda not being healthy, and about you getting involved in something that might not have a future. You remembered all the signs you knew were there, the conversations and the looks, and yet…Damn, never before has you deal with a situation like this one.

And perhaps, that was the reason why you were right now at America’s place ready to ask for information so you could extend a friendly hand to the woman that was driving you crazy. Perhaps, there couldn’t be a relationship, a romantic one, but you at least could be a good friend, right?

With that dumb determination you learnt from your brother you rang the bell three times. After this little did, you promised yourself and Kate you would stop pursuing something that apparently was not meant to be.

The door opened and Doctor Stephen Strange stood there with the ‘Best dad ever’ mug America had giving him for Father’s day when she was six. The man lifted a single eyebrow eying you for a moment before speaking.

“Stark, America is not here.” He said dryly narrowing his eyes at you. “You should know since she stayed at your place last night doing those dumb videos we received at three in the morning.”

You tried to hold back your laughter, but it was to no avail.

“Stephen, I’m glad to know you are ready to answer America’s messages at any time.” You put your hands in your pockets, the man snorting shaking his head while looking behind you then back at you.

“Where is America?” He asked waiting to see his adoptive daughter jumping right behind you at any moment.

“Oh, they were right ahead to the mall, we were supposed to watch a movie, go for something to eat and then go back to start working on the project.”

Strange took another sip of his coffee before stepping aside, “how are things going for you and for everyone?”

Strange house was a mixture of modernity and traditional Hispanic views. It was a household that fascinated you since the very first time you set foot in it; that and the fact that Clea was one of the smartest people on earth and was very knowledgeable in history was something that had made you come back again and again to this place.

“It’s fine, I guess. We were waiting for a nice rest before continuing with the final project and preparing the thesis for the auction.” You smirked wiggling your eyebrows. “Are you ready for America to have a date with one of the winners?”

Strange, shivered scowling at your comment, he knew the auction was something important for all the people that was looking for funding for their projects to get to this event. Of course, America didn’t need it, whatever she might required Stephen would get her, but Clea thought she was big enough to start looking for this kind of things on her own. He didn’t like it, but Clea had the last word.

“Please, let me think she would get someone actually interested in her work and not anything else.” Strange then cocked his head at you, and you furrowed your words under his stare. “You know after this auction you won’t be able to hide your real parentage and your kin, right?”

You winced at his words; Tony had been pushing you to finally stop pretending you were someone else but a Stark. It was about time you started taking care of some of the family business and that meant holding your very first even without any issue.

“I know, I know.” Strange put a hand on your shoulder, offering that fatherly smile he usually reserved for all of you.

“You’ll do good, kid. So no worries.”

You chuckled tilting your head to him, “you’re getting soft in your older days, Strange.”

“And you broke the moment, let’s see if you do so with Clea.” Strange finally said matching your smile at your antics. “Go on she was waiting for you.”

“Thanks!”

Stephen saw you going to the second floor straight to Clea’s office, he snorted shaking his head while putting his phone out. In there was you with America and the rest of the young Avengers team messing around. He couldn’t help but laugh at their antics, always grateful to see America got in with the right people, making friends with people that loved her dearly. As he saw you and America messing around, a part of him wished the two of you had fallen in love with one another, it would be one pain in the ass less, since he already liked you and he wasn’t fancy getting into a fight with another girl that thought herself good enough for his daughter.

With that last thought Strange made his way back to the living room ready to watch some tv before starting his day.

*****

The second-floor studio was made for the family.

When they were kids, you remembered America having her own spot to put her pictures and her drawings while working alongside with Clea and Stephen. You and Kate were the very first people to make friends with her and the three of you started the group by going around making pranks and causing mayhem.

Now after so many years, it was still a family-studio, but America’s spot hadn’t been used in quite a while.

Clea lifted her eyes from the document she was reading, she indicated the chair in front of her before continuing with her reading. You sat down there watching at the picture of her, Strange and America all grown up wearing Mickey Mouse hats while eating ice cream, you held back your smile comparing the people of the picture with the people you knew.

As head of the History Department back at the university, you knew Clea was serious and considered an Ice Queen. Some called her a bitch, but in all honesty Clea was always ready to help her students and to make everything easier for everyone around her. You watched her as she finished reading the document and the centred her attention on you, a knowing glint showing on her eyes.

“How did you sleep this morning, Y/N?” You almost laughed at the question; the woman returned your smile shaking her head.

“We kind of sleep like babies.” This time around you chuckled, Clea snorted grabbing her phone to see the chat from America.

“I bet you did, at least you have fun.” Clea sighed turning her eyes to you once more, for a moment the woman examined you with the same stare she used on all her students.

“Well, you told me this was rather urgent, what did you want to talk about?”

You hesitated for a moment not quite sure how you should start the following conversation, shifting on the chair you leaned in a business-like pose Clea was familiar with.

“I know that right now you have under your tutelage two different dissertations, is that right?”

"Clea narrowed her eyes at the question, she leaned back nodding.

“I am, yes.” Her eyes drifted to a specific pile with two documents in it, her eyes went back to you curiosity now getting her interested in the conversation. “Why the question?”

“One of the works you have in there {is from Wanda Maximoff.” You stated leaning back in the chair, you crossed your legs placing your hands on the armchair. “She has been working on the influence of women and witchcraft throughout the Renaissance and the impact in politics nowadays, is that correct?”

By now, Clea was highly amused by your antics. You were asking questions to which you already had the answer for; it wasn’t hard for her where exactly you want to go with this line of questioning. She would keep the game of ignorance for a little while, she wanted to know just how far you would go.

“You are correct, that’s roughly the topic of her dissertation. Quite interesting if I may add.” Then the woman shrugged grabbing the document she just mentioned. “Though, as of late, she hit a stalemate and is in a real problem to finish it.”

"Problems?"

"There is a book she was looking for, unfortunately when I got her the appointment with the person that could help her out she… didn't show up." Clea shrugged. "Now she would need to look for another document or see how she gets access to the book."

Something in your mind clicked at that moment, your eyes opened wide at the realization of such information. In a week's time your brother and Stark Industries would present the book fair in which many strange and private collections would be shown to the world.

"What's the name of the book?"

Clea raised an eyebrow, she put her elbows on the desk while resting her chin on her hands. The smile on her lips told you the woman was enjoying this meeting more than she should.

"Okay, what's going on? Why the sudden interest in my students and their work?" Clea shook her head lifting a hand. "Correction, what's your interest in Wanda Maximoff?"

A dark blush formed on your cheeks when you found yourself under the glance from Clea.

"America has been talking about your sudden attraction to a much older woman." Clea said casually stopping any ideas you might have to trick her or lie to her. "I'm not asking for explanations, just for you clarify this interest."

"Well, yeah I… well, I meet her like two months ago and I just…" You hated how the parents of your friends always made you feel like a teen all over again.

Clea was like the mother you lost, she and Kamala's mom had always been the mother hens of the group always making sure everyone was doing fine, eating enough. Even now that you were an adult with a functional job and studies on your back they were still there acting in the way you expected them to.

"Look it's probably nothing, I like her, yes. But she is not…" You trailed off hating the clenching of your heart at the thought. "She is not interested and that's okay, but she has been having some rough times and I wanted to help."

Clea softened slightly, you had always had a soft spot for the people you considered a friend or a potential lover. The older woman knew that, different from Tony, you could never be a player or go around without involving yourself in the relationship.

"What do you need?"

Your face lit up at the question.

"Well, if this is an important book and you got an appointment, the book is here, right? It would be in the book fair."

"Yes, but the book belongs to Doom." Clea explained waiting for you to understand the implication of this.

You made a face at this though by now you had no more doubts.

"She needs the Darkhold." You huffed. "Why didn't she tried to look for other options?"

"That's the only existing copy that talks about prophecies and the science behind the multiverse in an age where many still though the world was flat." Clea grabbed a manuscript passing it over to you. "The theory is quite interesting, and the book was written by the Scarlet Witch so… you can imagine the importance of such a document."

Of course, and you also knew why it was at the hands of Victor Doom. He was the greatest collector of dark and mystical items. And he and Tony had a feud since college.

Clea shot you a sympathetic stare.

"You can try to speak with him but…"

"It's not going to be easy. Thank you, Clea, for the help."

"Before you could go she called back to you, you stopped by the door and the woman smiled at you.

“I know I’m not your mother but, be careful and take care of yourself.” She said offering her smile at you.

At that moment you knew she wasn’t referring to Doom or the sudden quest you would embark on. No, she was talking about the reason what you were ready to seek out Victor Doom and get your hands on that book. Wanda. You nodded offering an overconfident smile that made Clea chuckled.

"I’ll be careful, don’t worry I won’t get into something I cannot handle.”

The moment the door closed behind you, Clea put her phone up looking through her contacts the person she needed at the moment. The name of Tony Stark came right in, Clea made a double click and waited. Clea knew Y/N loved Tony with all her heart, she you were quite conscious of all the sacrifices he made to be with you and be a good big brother for you, that was the reason why half of the time you didn’t ask him for any favour.

And while the thought was very noble, it was unnecessary.

"Tony, how are you doing?"

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For more than a week Wanda had been avoiding you.

You felt like an idiot, suddenly realizing your friends were right. She was not interested in you and perhaps all she was looking for was a simple friendship and you were right there jumping onto her like a perv or something. You really were an idiot; she probably wasn’t even attracted to women you only heard name of guys rolled out of her lips.

It was raining again; you were in your car listening to some depressing music to match your misery at the moment. You glanced at the phone once more, the last message she saw was the last message you sent almost two days ago when you realized she didn’t want to speak with you.

You really thought perhaps everyone was mistaken, that you and Wand could…

"God, I'm a fucking moron. I really need to stop creating faux scenarios in my head.” You mumbled to no one in particular, your eyes drifted to the passenger seat where a single black notebook was resting, you smiled thinking of the surprised you had for Wanda

That notebook was the reason you decided to come all the way to Wanda’s place.

At first you debated with yourself if you should just tell her through a message, but seeing as she wasn’t answering none of them, or your calls or even those coffee outings you two share, you thought the safest way to play this out was by bringing the notebook to her directly. Then, you also thought of proposing an official date, not coffee or anything like that, you were thinking about a fancy lunch and something fun to do but well…Wanda had been avoiding you and ignoring you, it was hard to still think of a date under these circumstances.

You turned off the music grabbing the umbrella and the notebook, the rain was still falling but you had come with a mission and you were getting ready perhaps for the disappointment or the contentment this meeting could bring. You looked at the world outside, wincing when you realized it wasn’t only rain but wind as well.

The wind was almost impossible to navigate, and you didn’t think this through since you had all your hands busy, closing the car door and getting the notebook protected while you try to open the umbrella made the usage of such an item useless. You were so distracted by all the things you have on your hand, the unsteady steps you made towards the building, that you never noticed the running figure coming from the right.

The crash was inevitable and since you were not holding yourself straight you fell to the ground with a grunt with someone pressing harshly against you. You were seeing stars and soon your breath caught in your throat when you found yourself looking directly into deep green eyes and a wet face glancing at you in shock.

"Y/N?:”

You name was half exclaimed, half whispered, or perhaps was the sound of the rain and the wind what didn't let you hear clearly.

"Wanda?"

You were completely drenched by then, yet Wanda was not ready to move and you were frozen in place afraid that if you moved something would happen.

"God, I'm sorry I didn't… I didn't see you!" Wanda leaned back pressing her hands to the ground to help herself up.

You winced taking her hand, standing up and stumbling in Wanda's arms. She really was beautiful like this. Nose crunched up in distress taking a good look at you while the rain kept on falling non-stop. It too her a moment but by the time she realized what she was doing Wanda let her eyes drifted to your lips then back to your eyes.

Lightning ignited the sky and thunder made the world trembled around you. Wanda jumped back looking away from you, picking up the umbrella and the notebook you had in your hands.

"Thanks." You stepped forward unable to stop yourself, Wanda bit her lower lip stepping back.

"We should… I mean, god we're wet." She opened her eyes wide and her face turned a pretty amusing shade of red.

You laughed and Wanda shook her head babbling her explanation before huffing exasperated.

"Shut up!" She grabbed your hand dragging you up the stairs to the gate of the building complex.

"Oh god. You should see your face." You teased once the both of you were in the safety of the lobby, Wanda sighed looking away highly embarrassed.

"Come you need a change of clothes, and what the hell are you doing here anyway?"

"Well, you have not answered my messages or my calls." You started and hated the tinge of hurt drenching your voice. "And on classes you left as soon as everything is over and didn’t come to our coffee meetings so… since you have been avoiding me I decide to come."

Wanda said nothing though you could see the stiffness on her shoulders and the clenched jaw.

"I wasn't avoiding you."

You smiled wryly shrugging, “it doesn't matter. Anyway, I was looking for you."

Wanda was taken aback by this, though the glimpse of nervousness hadn't left her eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to hold herself from looking at you and perhaps leaning in and finally getting to know the taste of your lips. God, the last week she had been complete mess thinking about what she almost did, thinking of how inappropriate would be, not only were you younger get than her, she was just finishing her marriage and her affair and was just trying to build back her life.

She couldn't drag you or anyone else for that matter into this kind of drama. But looking at you, complete drench and dirty, with some strands of hair on your face and those eyes gleaming contentedly she couldn't leave you like this.

"Let's go up and change while you tell me why you were waiting in the rain instead of…" Wanda trailed of wincing when she heard your dry laughter.

"instead of writing you? Calling you?"

Wanda sighed going inside the elevator with you close behind.

"Look sorry if it seems I was avoiding you, I just have a hard week at work and with my thesis and everything that’s going on…" Wanda trailed off shivering when your hand wrapped tenderly on her forearm.

"Hey, don't." You said tenderly. "I'm not asking for that, Wands. Don't worry, I was actually teasing you, I came here because well, I thought it would be easier."

Wanda offered a shaky smile, the weight on her chest lifted when you didn't press for explanations. The door open on the second floor, you followed the woman with the notebook now firmly grasped on your hand.

"Anyway, I just brought you this." You said walking down the hall and showing Wanda the notebook.

The older woman furrowed her brows tilting her head in curiosity.

"What is it?" She started looking for her keys while you gather the courage for what you were about to do.

"You remember they have been announcing the book fair for this year, right?"

"The one Stark Industries is planning? Yeah, why?"

"Yeah there is a special presentation with invitation only and I thought… well, here." You presented the notebook just as Wanda found her keys.

The redhead grabbed the item opening just right in the page with two silver tickets in there. It wasn't as if you needed an invitation, but apparently Wanda was still ignorant of your real last name and your family ties. And you were thinking on keeping it that way until… well, until your first child with her was born. If possible.

"Y/N…" Wanda started gaping at the tickets, she lifted her eyes to see the nervous smile on your face, the hand behind your head. "This is…I can't. I mean this must have been expensive and I can't afford d I mean…"

"No, no, wait… please, I thought we could go and get a chance to find the book you wanted and we'll, I mean we could…" You struggled to get the words out, but your eyes were firmly planted on Wanda. "I just thought, we could…"

Whatever you were about to say was interrupted abruptly by the door opening and a tall man made his appearance with a boyish smile in place and a red apron with the ‘Kiss the cook’ message on.

"Wanda, Love. I thought I hear you out here." He said while ignoring you completely and placing his blue eyes on Wanda.

You furrowed your brows, your face frozen for a moment until a glance of realisation crossed your eyes.

"Vis?" Wanda blinked confused watching her ex standing there in her appartement, she turned to you but something was different. You offered a terse smile shaking your head.

"Anyway, there… there are two invitations and you and… yeah, I gotta run. Nice seeing you, Wands"

Wanda opened her eyes shaking her head.

"No, Y/N wait! Y/N wait, this is not…"

But you didn't hear anything you just left and ran as fast as you could until you sat at the wheel of your car. You clenched your hands around the wheel hating the blurry vision, and the piercing pain in your heart.

I’m a fucking moron.

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#Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader #WandaxReader #Wanda x Reader #Wanda F!Reader #Wanda Maximoff #WandaxYou #WandaxY/n

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marvelouslytrekking · 1 year

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Roommate Advice

Pairing: Kate/Yelena/Reader Summary: You call Clint for some advice about your two roommates. But things go a little differently then planned when they both come back sooner then expected Word Count: 788 A/N: This is for @xxxtwilightaxelxxx from a secret prompt list that I posted literally forever ago! I have finally found some motivation to write! Writing Yelena was a bit intimidating so that is why she had the least lines lol but either way, hope you enjoy this!! (Apologies for always taking forever to write drabble requests)

“Hey Clint!” You smiled when you saw his face pop up on the facetime call. You were glad that he had decided to call you when you sent the ‘I need advise asap’ text to him.

“Hey kid, what’s going on?” He asked. “Is Kate burning down the kitchen and you need to know how to convince her to stop trying to cook?”

“Ha. ha.” You rolled your eyes, though while he was obviously teasing, he wasn’t far off. You and Yelena had very quickly banned her from making anything more complicated than grilled cheeses within the first month of being roommates. “Yelena and I solved that awhile ago. This is a little more, personal?”

“Oh you know, it looks like Lila needs me, I think I got to go.”

“Clint, please I am dying over here and need some advise!” You plead with him. You weren’t sure why you decided to go to Clint with your love life problems but you had no idea who else to go to.

“Fine, but why aren’t you going to Kate or Yelena? They are your best friends.” He questioned.

“Yes, that is true but it kind of involves them.” You sighed.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, so, god I don’t know how to say this… I think I am in love with them.” You rushed out the last part. Glad to get it off your chest but also not fully sure how Clint would react.

“You’re in love with them?” You watched as Clint processed what you had just told him. It wasn’t judgment in his eyes, but he was definitely working through something in his mind. “Now that I am thinking about it, it’s pretty obvious. I think they both feel the same thing. I just wrote it off as you all just being attached at the hip friends, but i think it’s definitely more than that. I think you should just tell them.”

“I can’t do that.” You barely let him finish his sentence. “I'm worried, that if we go there…. things might never be the same. What if they don’t feel the same way? You know how hard finding roommates in this city is?”

“Why did you bother calling me if you weren’t going to take my advice that you so desperately wanted.”

“I don’t know. Maybe I wanted you to tell me I was crazy for being in love with not one but two of my best friends and that I needed to get over it or I’d ruin our friendship.” You sighed, realizing how ridiculous you sounded.

“Wait, which best friends are you in love with?” You felt your heart drop to your feet as Kate’s voice rang out behind you.

“I- I thought you had class for another hour.” You stutter out, hoping to change the subject.

“Just tell her the truth, I got to go” Clint told you before hanging up.

“My class let out early. What truth is he talking about?” Kate asked, a bit confused as to why you were telling Clint something that she didn’t know.

“It’s nothing.” You tried.

“It doesn’t feel like nothing, especially if you thought to call Clint about it.” She frowned, “You’re in love with someone and won’t tell me who?”

“It you.” You sighed, deciding trying to hide it may be worse than just telling the truth “And Yelena.”

“And listen, I know that’s a lot and it’s kinda weird and we have just started to feel super comfortable in our weird and chaotic friendship so if you don’t feel the same, or Yelena doesn’t or whatever, I will forget it and we can just pretend that I never said anything.” You rushed out before she had a chance to respond.

“You’re in love with me?!” She stuttered out, “And Yelena? Oh thank god, I was starting to think I was the weird friend who had fallen in love with both her roommates and was definitely going to slip up and say it eventually.”

“Who is in love with their roommates?” Yelena said as she had just entered the apartment.

“We are,” You and Kate said at the same time before giggling at the face of shock the turned into a smile from your favorite Russian.

“Oh you both finally decided to admit it!”

“Wait, are you trying to say you’ve known?” You asked, taken aback.

“Duh, I am a spy, you are both so adorably obvious.” She rolled her eyes as she hung her coat up.

“You didn’t think to, I don't know, tell us?” Kate huffed.

“No. It was cute watching you both.” She smiled.

“So you feel the same?” You asked hopefully.

“Somehow, yes” She smiled. Both Kate and yourself immediately matched her smile.

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artficlly · 1 year

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the shadow (miniseries - part two)

Post Endgame Avengers AU miniseries - part two

avenger!bucky x widow!reader avenger!kate x widow!reader (platonic)

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Reader is an ex-black widow sniper who escaped the Red Room with the help of Yelena and Natasha. After working as an illegal hired gun, Yelena recruits the reader to the team as a sniper. The reader is closed off, not wanting to form connections or friends with anyone. Though, as their shell begins to crack, they notice they have a lot in common with a certain Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: violence, death, wound descriptions, lots of blood and gore, mention of weapons, swearing, lots of angst, fluff and sinful thoughts. lmk if anything needs to be added.

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: hi! second part to this mini-series!! i wasn't expecting so many people to enjoy it so tysm!! i've decided it's going to be three parts so one more part after this!!

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The fourth unexpected thing to happen in your life was Bucky Barnes.

The idea of connection or friendship was foreign to you. In the Red Room, any type of bond to the girls around you was punished. You heard and saw what happened to girls who bonded, forced to kill each other until one reigned victorious. Love, friendship… Those types of thoughts were weakness, a sickness that would consume you. You couldn’t complete a job if you had insecurities or family ties to be exploited. You couldn’t complete a job if empathy got in the way. That is why all Widows received a hysterectomy, to cut away any chance of pregnancy. Any chance of love for a child was stripped away, before you even had the realization that you wanted it.

You wondered if that was why Yelena was so motherly towards Kate.

When you started to feel things, emotions, connections, friendship? You had tried to shut it down. You had tried to ignore the clawing anxiety as you realized - these people, these Avengers, you felt something for them. You felt fear when they were hurt, you felt happy when they laughed, you felt pride when they succeeded.

You felt it everytime Kate received a blow in battle and got back up. You felt it every time a target pulled a gun on Sam and despite all odds he managed to talk them down. You felt it every time Yelena’s eyes would glaze over at the mention of the Red Room, memories of the pain, the torture. You felt it when Clint would talk about the years during the Blip, when he had worn his own type of mask to cover his pain.

Most of all you felt it for Bucky.

The two of you had tried denying it. You had tried to ignore the pull. Sam would often comment on how similar the two of you were, yet completely opposite at the same time. Bucky was loud, boiling rage. He was screaming nightmares, holes in the wall and absolute burning passion for those he loved. You? You were ice cold, closed off and deadly. You had stared down the Italian Mafia with just a knife and an iron will. You were vengeance, bloodthirsty and prowling like a cat in the night.

Yet you orbited around him, a frozen planet growing closer and closer by the day. Then when you collided with his sun? The entire world exploded into lights and color. And it was breathtaking and beautiful. He was so deadly and soul crushingly himself as he consumed you.

He killed to protect, to love.

You killed to survive.

You killed because you convinced yourself that you liked it.

After the mission where you face was finally exposed, things changed. Due to your concussion, Yelena had insisted that you were taken to the headquarters to be examined by a doctor. You had refused. You had said you would return to your apartment and care for yourself. If you slipped away in your sleep? Natural selection.

Yelena seemed to sense your discomfort, your unwillingness to be around people. Headquarters would have been fine if it wasn’t swarmed with hundreds of agents. Agents who knew who you were, knew your reputation. You didn’t care to meet them. Without your mask, you knew your facial leakage would show your discomfort. The fact that maybe, behind the hard, snarling exterior that you were afraid.

So, you made the next best deal. Living in Yelena and Kate’s spare room until you were deemed healthy. As much as it wasn’t ideal, it also wasn’t terrible. As much as you hated to admit it, you trusted Yelena. You liked Kate too, she could be young and annoying at times but… you felt a certain protective nature over her.

You had been foolish to think you would only have to deal with Yelena and Kate on a daily basis.

The others - Clint, Sam and Bucky - frequently visited for the short period you stayed in the apartment. At first it had been curiosity, wanting to witness you in such a domestic setting. They had only seen one side of you - the one you displayed for the public - the bloodied weapon. It almost seemed to amuse them, seeing you curled up on the sofa reading a book or enjoying a shared meal. Then, you soon realized, they hung around because they enjoyed your presence.

You had never been one for television - in the Red Room you had been raised on politics, language and underground dynamics - yet you found yourself hooked to some raunchy period drama Kate loved. Clint would always make everyone play board games after dinner, to which they soon discovered you were ruthless at Monopoly. Small, everyday things you didn’t even know about yourself. Yet they now knew them. They learnt them alongside you.

You had expected your relationship with Bucky to be similar to Yelena. You and Yelena would joke around and play rough, train together and avoid hard topics. But Bucky, he seemed to want more than just the surface. You and Yelena would always have a bond - both being Widows - that would be hard for others to understand. You knew each other's insecurities and fears because they were the same, bred and manufactured by the men who had raised you. Bucky however, he treated you like a puzzle to crack. He would inspect every piece of you, understanding how it all linked together. Then, he would put you together, examine the whole picture and know the finer details.

It started simple - your shared love for books. Bucky had always felt strange about movies (or ‘pictures’ as he liked to call them). In some ways you shared the sentiment of now feeling an allegiance or addiction to the screens that ruled the world. What you did feel connected to? Books. They had been there since the beginning of your life, always the same. Predictable. You would breathe in the scent and be instantly relaxed. It reminded you of the library in the Red Room where you would study history and politics to be well-versed for missions. A piece of safety. Home.

One of the first few times Bucky had visited with Sam, he had given you a book. He had noted how you often read and that you were running low on options. Yelena and Kate also often read, but not as much as you. Their bookshelves were limiting for your avid reading habits. So Bucky had bashfully given you a book while no one was looking.

“I thought you might like this one.” He had said, handing you a copy of Emma by Jane Austen. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you had already read it, years ago just before the Blip. Old you would’ve sneered at him, would’ve told him you didn’t want his sympathy. But the new you? The one who cooked with Kate and laughed at Yelena’s dancing? She had smiled - no - she had beamed at Bucky. And he had smiled right back.

And there it started. He would visit to give you new books, and sometimes you would give him books back in return. He would visit without Sam. Sometimes he would visit when it was no one but the two of you home. You would sit, cross-legged across from each other on the couch, knees bumping and talk for hours.

At first it was just about the books, the characters, the plot, the setting, the fantastical mystery of it all. Then, slowly, you would talk about other things. You would talk about the war, before everything, the Blip and everything in between. You would talk about history and politics, catch him up on everything he had forgotten. Thanks to the Red Room, you were a walking encyclopedia of knowledge about different countries, laws, politicians and more. You would speak about when you both escaped, how adjusting to the real world had changed you.

The one thing you never spoke about was the Red Room or HYDRA.

No, your conversations were about anything but that elephant in the room.

When you eventually left Yelena and Kate’s apartment and returned to your own, the visits continued. And sometimes you would visit him. If the others knew or noticed, they never said a thing. Though sometimes on missions, you could swear you could see them smirking at the both of you.

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“Herd him out in the open, just in case things get messy,” You grumbled into the ear piece. Sweat had begun to pool at the back of your neck, hair stuck to your clammy skin. Moroccan summer heat was hell, especially dressed in a full black tactical suit.

Through the scope you watched Kate weaving through the crowd in the packed marketplace. Colorful banners of fabric hung low over shopkeepers, keeping them and their goods out of the direct sunlight. Through the ear piece you could hear the hustle and bustle of overlapping talking, merchants yelling out and Kate puffing for the heat. If you were hot now, you couldn’t imagine how she felt. She was dressed in civilian clothing, but underneath she wore her suit.

Kate had insisted that she wanted to do her first solo mission, much to the protest of literally everyone on the team. They had agreed to let her go, only if you came along as a sniper. Just in case things got messy. For this particular mission, her skills with a bow wouldn’t be helpful.

Kate was currently stalking a man through the market. He was armed with a suitcase and probably a lot of hidden bodyguards somewhere within the market. Some agents had caught news of an underground trade happening in Morocco. This usually wouldn’t concern you, if it weren’t for the fact that the goods being traded was super soldier serum.

Kate was going to draw him out into the open, engage and steal the suitcase. You would watch through the scope, make sure she wasn’t in hot water and then regroup at the jet. The target looked like he was completely oblivious, but you didn’t let that fool you. Instead you followed him, occasionally pivoting to check on Kate as she followed him out from the market into a semi-empty courtyard.

“I’m going in,” Kate quickly muttered into the comms, closing the distance between her and the suspect.

“Goodluck and be careful.” You replied, eyes watching as the scene played out before you.

Both you and Kate had contacts in, some special shit Stark had made but never finished. Some agents had finally finished the project a few months ago. The contacts recorded all you were seeing, sending a live feed of video back to headquarters. You knew Yelena was watching, maybe a few others too. She would be able to see not only a live feed of your position, but also the conversation unfolding down in the square between Kate and the target.

It had been several months since your concussion. The first few missions back you had kept wearing the mask, you supposed it provided a sense of safety or comfort on missions. One time you had decided not to - much to the surprise of everyone - and decided it wasn’t too bad. So, you wore the mask less and less, until you gave up completely. In the heat like this, you were secretly glad you had opted for a maskless future.

A loose strand of hair tickled your forehead and you observed the interaction before you. Kate was talking at the target, pretending to be some lost tourist. She was trying to get his guard down, make him slip up and be a little more unprepared when she snatched up his precious cargo. What Kate hadn’t noticed though was a large group of men watching the conversation. Rookie mistake, you couldn’t blame her.

Swiveling the scope, you inspect the men closer. They were burly, dressed in civilian clothing… but armed. You could see the bulge of concealed weapons underneath clothes.

“Kate, there's some men eyeing you up. Might be backup. Better move fast.” You speak into the ear piece. Kate stutters over her words slightly, the voice in her ear confusing her script. Through the scope, you can see the man’s eyebrows furrow.

Then, Kate leaps forward. But something must have tipped the man off, or maybe he’s just not as oblivious as he seems. She goes to yank the suitcase from his hands but fails, stumbling into him as he pulls the case closer to himself. They tussle for a moment, the burly men who had been watching beginning to close in. You keep your scope trained on the target, trying to get a clear shot. But you can’t. Past you would’ve made the shot, but you can’t fathom the idea of accidentally shooting Kate.

Dread pools in your stomach as the man pries the case from Kate’s hands, smacking her across the head with it. She goes down - hard. A piercing ringing shrieks through your ear-piece as Kate’s is shattered. Then silence. You watch in horror through the scope as Kate tries to fight back. There are too many of them, too many. They swarm her and you lose sight. They begin dragging her from the courtyard to a building near the market.

Your hand flies to your ear piece, clicking a button which dials back to headquarters.

“Lena?” You ask, already beginning to pack up your rifle.

“Yeah?” Yelena replies. She sounds casual, surprised that you’re even calling her. Was she not watching the monitors?

“Kate’s compromised. I can’t get a shot, I’m heading down. Can you get me a location?” You ask, shoving the rifle and it’s stand into the duffle bag.

“Shit. Hold on.” Yelena sounds like she’s running through the comms as you begin to descend the stairs of the building you were perched in. You’re tucking your gun in a hidden spot outside - half under the building, half under a bush - that way nearby agents could retrieve it later. You hear Yelena speaking to what sounds like Bucky. A twinge of relief hits you at the sound of his voice, a cold focus finally entering your mind as you descend the down-hill street into the market.

“Do you want us to send agents?” Yelena asks. There was already a group of agents positioned in Morocco, they had been the ones to discover the underground trade in the first place. Although off-duty, they could arrive in a few minutes if called.

“No. I got it, maybe. Put them on standby for now.” You reply, ducking down narrow alleyways and shimmying past crowds of people until you’re stood in the bustling thick of the marketplace. You are cast odd looks for your attire but shake it off, heading in the direction of where you last saw Kate.

“Alright. Keep heading east, she’s in those buildings coming up.” Bucky’s voice speaks up over the comms. He must’ve put in an ear piece as well, you can still hear Yelena muttering to some agents on the phone.

“She alright?” You ask, not even hiding the concern in your voice. You knew that Bucky would be able to see her live feed from headquarters as well as your own.

“For now.” He replies with a sigh. Dread still clenched your stomach as you moved deeper into the market.

After a few stalls, you began to notice the space empty. People had scattered, merchants abandoning their goods. You paused, peering into one of the buildings that appeared to have its window smashed in. Pulling your knife from its holster, you creep into the building. The only indication you are there is the soft crunch of glass beneath your feet.

The shop is a wreck, shelves overturned, goods scattered across the floor. You carefully step over some bruised apples, eyeing a splatter of blood on a nearby wall leading to a staircase. In the back, a door is torn off its hinges, half laying in the alley behind. Had the attackers dragged Kate into the alley? The closer you get to the counter, you can wear a whimper.

Knife drawn, you move around the counter. Huddled in one of the corners is a middle-aged woman, cowering and crying. In her lap sits a young girl who is sniveling, the mother attempting to cover the girl's body with her own. Your earpiece is quiet as you observe the scene, the woman shrinking back as you approach.

“Do you speak Arabic?” You ask in Arabic. You imagine it is probably slightly broken and different in dialect than they are used to. You had learnt the basics of many languages in the Red Room, but you were rather rusty. The woman peers up at you in shock for a moment, still cowering. You quickly put down your knife to show you are no harm, crouching down so you are on their level.

“Bad men, did they do this to your shop?” You ask again in Arabic.

“Yes.” The woman replies, voice quiet and shaking. She pulls her child closer into her chest.

“These bad men, did they have a girl with them?” You ask, trying to make yourself as small and unthreatening as possible. That was hard considering you were armed to the teeth and dressed in all black.

“Yes. They went upstairs.” The woman replies breathlessly. You nod slowly, head turning to the staircase. Your eyes follow the trail of blood that is smeared across the wall. Was it Kate’s blood?

A crunch of glass alerts you to the intruder before he can shoot. Popping up from behind the counter, you angle your wrist and throw your knife directly into his throat. The woman makes a startled whimpering noise in reaction, flinching away from you. The intruder - who had barely made it past the door frame - chokes on his blood and makes a short gurgling noise as you march over and pull the knife from him.

“You need to leave. It is not safe. Cover your child's eyes so she doesn’t see the blood.” You instruct the woman as you stalk towards the staircase. She nods at you with tears in her eyes, following your instructions and dashing out into the marketplace with her daughter. Another thing old you wouldn’t have done. You would’ve interrogated the woman with a cruel tongue. Possibly would’ve killed them both afterwards too. No witnesses.

“She’s on the roof.” Yelena pipes back in over comms. “I have the agents on standby.”

You don’t reply, instead following the spiraling stairs to the roof. The path is dark, stone and terracotta walls scratched and fragmenting as you power up the stairs. Taking two, three even more steps at a time you reach the top. The door is cracked open, allowing you to shoulder your way through into the light.

Whatever shred of humanity or empathy that was left in your soul shriveled when you saw the sight in front of you. Kate was kneeling, bloodied, bruised and heaving for breath. Around her were the burly men you had spotted, all armed and smirking. The target had a gun pressed to Kate’s head, finger on the trigger. It seemed they hadn’t been expecting you, their eyes had snapped over in shock at your sudden arrival.

The silent rage crept in, freezing cold and hardening your veins. The sight of Kate, looking so scared, so disheveled? You would never be able to find the words to describe the wrath, the fucking mania that took over your mind. If you had the time you would have made them beg for death. You would’ve skinned them fucking alive, torn them limb from limb and watched them squeal and cry. But there wasn’t enough time. Kate was about to get a bullet to the head.

With the flick of your wrist, your knife embedded itself into the target’s hand. The handgun clattered to the ground, Kate moving to grab it as the target yowled in pain. The burly men turned their shocked gaze between you and Kate. They seemed torn on who to attack first, Kate with the gun, or you with primordial rage. Pulling another knife from your suit, you stalked forward like a panther tracking its prey.

“Don’t look at her, look at me.” You call to the men, lazily slinging your knife in your palm. “I want to see the life leave your eyes when I kill you.”

“Shadow,” You hear Yelena warn over the comms. There is worry in her voice and you know why. You are dangerously outnumbered - you had just challenged six armed men. Six armed men who could potentially be super soldiers - considering the goods they were peddling. You don’t think they are though. Not replying to Yelena, a ragged smirk forms as you dash forward.

One of the men charges to meet you, what looks like a crowbar in his hand. He swings and you duck, skidding on your knees past him. As you slide, you dig your knife into the back of his knee, causing him to fall forward with a wail of pain. A snarl rips from your throat as you rip the knife out, gripping the man by his shirt and slicing his throat open.

“If you want to run, now is your chance,” You sing at the remaining men who look between each other apprehensively.

One of the men takes his chances, rushing forward, gun drawn. You easily kick it from his hands, then send a kick to his jaw. He stumbles backwards with a grunt, but you just press in further. You are relentless with your knife, cutting through the men with little effort. These men may be strong, but they are not trained. And they are not super soldiers. They could hold themselves in a bar fight, but not in a fight against an assassin like you.

The last standing man weighs up his chances and makes a run for it. By this point, you are too far into your rampage to let it slide. Intercepting him, you grab him by his collar, dragging him to the ground. He squirms, trying to break free but all you see is red. With a grunt, you drive your knife into his throat, he makes a pathetic gurgling noise as you twist it. With a huff, you pull it from the wound, blood spurting and quickly making a pool beneath him.

Standing, you sniff, rubbing some of the blood splatter from your face. You imagine all you achieve is smearing it further into your pores. During your bloodthirst, Kate had successfully taken down the target and knocked him unconscious. Your gaze softens as it falls on her bloodied, anxious face.

“You took down the target! What a successful mission.” You say with a grin, moving closer to her. Kate’s shoulders relax a little, a sheepish smile emerging. Had she been… afraid of you? That made you feel slightly unwell.

“Well, you did help-” She starts, motioning to the pile of dead bodies.

“Nonsense.” You tut, picking up the suitcase. “Come, we need to get back to the jet. It’s not safe here, there will probably be more men prowling.”

You allow Kate to descend the stairs first, watching as she scans the environment for enemies. You note how her hands are shaking. The shop is as you left it, disarray and broken glass. The two of you step over the dead man you had knifed earlier.

“Lena, we’re headed back to the jet.” You speak into the ear piece, cautiously following Kate out into the empty market place. It is eerily silent, even more so than earlier. A creeping foreboding feeling clenches your gut as your eyes scan over the empty stalls.

“Good. I’ll have a med team waiting for Kate when you get back.” Yelena responds, though you don’t quite pay attention. Instead your focus is on a group of armed men who had spotted you and Kate from further in the market. You exhale sharply, pulling Kate to you.

“Take the suitcase and run to the jet.” You say, placing the case into her open hands. She looks at you quizzically for a moment, before spotting the men behind you. Her face goes a bit pale, then hardens. Strong girl, you think.

“What about you?” She asks.

“I will hold them off and meet you back at the jet.” You explain, removing the ear piece from your ear and pressing it into Kate’s. “Here. Yelena and Bucky are on the line, they’ll guide you back.”

The men are drawing closer. Kate heistates, before reluctantly turning and running in the direction of the jet. Turning, you face the group of men. You don’t know how many there were, but it doesn't phase you. You pull your handgun from your hip holster, casually checking if it’s loaded with a sigh.

The men watch you curiously with amusement as you roll your shoulders, preparing yourself for the second fight of the day.

Then, you get right to business.

By the time you find Kate, you are covered in blood. You had managed to take out most of the men with your gun, using fruit boxes as a cover. One final man had sprung out at you, surprising you. The two of you had tussled for a time, before you managed to stick a knife in his throat. His body had slumped on top of you as he choked and gagged, blood coating your neck and chest.

Kate was in a bit of trouble herself, struggling with two men in an alley. She had managed to take down one, but the other seemed to be a bit of trouble. The two of them had been so focused on the fight, they didn’t notice you watching. Not until you dug your knife into the throat of the man right in front of Kate.

“Are you alright?” You asked her. She looked worse than before, a cut on her forehead dripping blood down the side of her face. You reached out - uncharacteristic of you - and inspected it.

“I feel like I should be the one asking you that!” Kate laughed nervously, eyes scanning the slick blood that coated your suit. You groaned in annoyance. Right.

“Not my blood.” Is all you replied, withdrawing your hand from her chin and gazing past her down the alley. You could see why she had stopped running, a large mesh fence blocked off the alley, a trail of barbed wire across the top.

“You are so scary.” Kate continued to laugh, though her comment is genuine. You wondered if she was in shock or just hysterical. You roll your eyes at the comment, sizing the girl up.

“Only to people who piss me off. Those people hurt you, which pissed me off.” You grumbled, putting your foot in the mesh fence to test its strength. “Here, I’ll give you a leg up. Mind the barbed wire.”

Kate latched onto the fence, foot in your hand as you pushed her upwards and over the fence. Making a satisfied noise, she lands over the other side. You pick up the suitcase, tossing it over the fence with a mumbled ‘catch!’ before clambering over the fence yourself. Kate watches you expectantly as you swing your leg over, careful not to catch any of the barbed wire on your suit.

The rest of the walk to the jet is easy, thankfully no more attackers. By the time you have slipped out of the town and into the rural forests you are covered with a layer of sweat and grime. Kate nearly sobs in relief when you enter the jet and turn on the aircon.

“I am never complaining about the cold again!” She whined, collapsing into one of the seats. You chuckle at her, buckling yourself into the pilot's seat.

“Oh, you spend one winter in Russia and you will be singing a very different song!” You laugh at Kate, she only groans tiredly in response.

—

Despite your annoyance with the previous Moroccan heat, you had turned the shower to scalding the moment you stepped in. With a content sigh, you wash the dirt, blood and sweat from your skin. The water stung as you massaged shampoo into your hair, watching the suds roll over your scarred skin down the drain.

You felt bad taking so long, knowing that Bucky was sitting on your couch waiting. Another part of you was selfish, wanting to stand in the steaming water for as long as possible as the tension and stress was washed from your muscles. You had been covering how tense the mission had made you, something about Kate nearly being shot in the head unsettled you.

Bucky had been… off… since you had returned from the mission with Kate. Yelena had welcomed the girl back with open arms, meanwhile Bucky had stood back frowning. You rarely came to headquarters, mainly only to ferry to and from missions. A lot of the agents had gaped at your bloodied appearance. It was clear your livestreamed rampage from earlier had an audience.

Bucky had continued his silence in the med bay while Kate was patched up. You had sent him side long glances as you washed your hands, plucking the contacts from your eyes. He had crossed his arms over his chest, watching as you lounged in one of the office chairs during the debrief. It had been short, the others quickly picking up on Kate’s exhaustion and your disinterest. There were some plans to hunt down the buyers of the serum for a different mission, though it seemed Kate would be allowed to sit that one out. You doubted you would be dragged into it either.

“I’ll drive you home.” Is all Bucky had said to you as your group departed the meeting. It was the first time he had ever offered, usually that task was left to either you or Yelena. Your apartment was a 40 minute drive away, much to the complaint of everyone. You had liked the isolation at first, now the drive was becoming tedious. Yelena and Kate had arched their eyebrows at Bucky’s offer, a silent smirk shared between them. You bit your tongue and just nodded.

Even the drive home was strange. You could tell Bucky was stewing on something, unspoken thoughts clouding his conscience. His eyebrows furrowed, knuckles white on the gearstick. He had just nodded wordlessly when you had said you would shower. It didn’t seem like a simple drop-off situation, rather that he wanted to talk but wasn’t sure how to start.

“What is wrong?” You asked as you finally emerged from the shower. Your hair was still wet, hanging loose and leaving damp marks on the fresh shirt you wore. “You have been pouting like a child since Kate and I returned.”

Bucky eyes you with a guarded gaze, huffing through his nose as you take a seat next to him on the couch. Your apartment was fairly empty, mostly taken up by bookshelves and piles of mission files. The kitchen and bathroom were equally as small as each other, your bedroom basically bare of anything but a bed.

“You scared Kate today.” He spoke, voice quiet and rough. You tilt your head, fingers skimming over the fabric of the couch. It was second-hand, something you got when you first escaped. You had grown to love the mystery stains and marks.

“She’s not a child. She knows who I am, what I do. Same with Yelena.” You defend yourself, eyebrows furrowing. He seemed… upset. Angry? You couldn't understand why. Did he think you put Kate in some kind of danger? Did he think you were going to hurt Kate? Kate had been shaken during the mission, you had assumed it was because she had been kidnapped and attacked.

“You were acting like The Shadow today, not like you.”

You pause your movements, staring at him quizzically. The Shadow? Did he think you were two separate entities - the killer and the ‘real you’? Your hand that had been creeping towards his knee withdraws quickly, laying it in your lap with a sharp exhale.

“I am The Shadow. It is who I am. There is no separation between the two of us. Is that why you’re upset, because I killed those men?” You ask, trying to keep your tone neutral despite your annoyance.

“There is a separation between me - Bucky - and The Winter Soldier. I don’t go around killing for sport.” Bucky snips, you flinch back in shock. You knew he was only lashing out because he was upset. Even before the two of you had become friends, he had never used cruel words against you. You were tempted to snap back at him, to tear him down with your icy glare. But you don’t, you knew it was something deeper than being upset at you for killing some Moroccan gangsters.

“That is because you didn’t start as The Winter Soldier. First you were Bucky, then you were made into a weapon against your will. When you woke up, you were still Bucky. You weren’t the things you did. Do you understand how we are different? I am nobody, I wasn’t someone or something first, I was always The Shadow. Always a Widow. And I am okay with that, why aren’t you?” You explain, trying to keep your agitation to a minimum.

“Don’t say that.” He snaps back, his eyes won’t even meet yours. You scoff slightly, shaking your head. He was covering for something. You couldn't be angry at him because he was sometimes terrible at hiding his emotions. You compartmentalized your feelings, you lived your life numb. Bucky - he was so full of pain. He didn’t know what to do with it, except let it all leak out.

“You are angry. Why are you actually angry? I don’t believe you would be angry at me for killing the men who hurt Kate? I think you would’ve done the same.” You keep your tone calm, expression cool and collected.

Bucky’s breathing has turned rapid, you can feel the frustration rolling off him in waves. He was upset about something, he had built something up in his head. You had seen this before, his overthinking brain running him to the brink. You had seen him nearly cry in frustration, gears in his metal arm whirring. Even Sam couldn’t talk him down from his rages, only anticipate them and bunker down for the storm.

“You could’ve been hurt!” Bucky practically explodes. There it is, the loud anger. Burning passion, consuming your and everything in its path. It is so hot, boiling in comparison to your ice cold stares and analysis. You sigh through your nose, reaching for his hand gently.

“So you are not angry at me. You aren’t angry at all. You were worried for me.” You say, brushing your fingers over his knuckles. Your tone is soft, gentle as you take in his ragged breathing.

One thing you had learned about men was how they dealt with their emotions. Bucky had grown up in a time where being anything other than a big, scary man was considered weak. Men didn’t cry, or express emotions other than joy, anger, lust. Now he was overflowing, he didn’t know what to do with them all. Sam didn’t know either, he was just as lost in his own conflict. He couldn’t help Bucky, he couldn’t talk him down from a rage. You were a woman, taught to hide and suppress your emotions if you wanted to be taken seriously. Strong women weren’t hysterical. Deadly women didn’t cry. Women could be emotionally vulnerable, but they would be mocked for it. You had pushed it all down, until you didn’t know how to feel anything anymore. You and Bucky were two opposite ends of a scale. He was fire, you were ice.

“Yes, I was worried for you! Those men could have been super soldiers. ” Bucky confirms, he still shifted in his seat like he was agitated. His breathing was beginning to slow with each stroke of your fingers against his skin. He won’t meet your gaze, forehead creased with stress.

“Why didn’t you just say?” You ask, turning his hand over in your own. You trace the lines and creases in his palm. Bucky is silent for a long time, watching as you study every groove and callus. You don’t look up, not wanting to scare him off.

“Because I know you don’t like things like that.” He admits quietly. You smile to yourself softly with a chuckle before looking up at him. Maybe you did have empathy. Maybe you did feel things, how else could you have just talked Bucky Barnes from one of his meltdowns?

“You think I can’t take down a couple super soldiers?” You joke, hoping to lighten the tension. He rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, smiling a bit in return. “I worry about you, too. When you are on missions.” You add quietly, eyes breaking away from his heated gaze.

You don’t want to see how he reacts to that confession. That you care. There had always been a mutual understanding between you two that you didn’t get close to people. You thought it would make you weak, vulnerable. You waited to hear him mock you, to laugh at you for caring about Kate and Yelena, for caring about him. But he doesn’t.

The two of you sit in silence for a time, you studying the pads of his fingers, examining each swirl of his fingerprints. Eventually, he closes his fingers around yours, pulling your hand to his mouth as he presses a kiss to your knuckles. You are still, throat dry. Why did you… desire this? Desire more?

“Move in with me.” Bucky blurts out suddenly. You withdraw your hand with a surprised blink, a small smile forming over your lips. “You live so far away, Sam is always moaning about it. I have a spare room… you know?”

Your fingers drum on the fabric of the couch in thought. You already know the answer, but you don’t want to come across brash, excited. You wanted to keep that air of clarity and coolness. Your mind was anything but clear in that moment though. You could feel the ghost of his lips across your knuckles, the desire gripping your gut. Your body hummed, begged for more. You wanted to feel his skin against yours, allow him to consume you whole.

“Only if you buy more furniture.” You breathe with a smirk. Why did that small action, that small question leave you breathless? Why did your core burn for him?

“You say that, but you own, like, two things.” He replies with a laugh, completely oblivious. He had lit a fire inside of you, his sun, his passion was melting your icy composure. Your veins were alive, flowing for the first time in years, no, your entire life.

“Touché.” You exhale, your voice close to a whisper. “We’ll buy furniture with our dirty, government paychecks.”

His hand finds yours once more, fingers interlinking.

“Deal.”

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The Effect You Got On Me (Part 3)

Part III: I can't be your midnight love

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 4 // PART 5

Summary: Game night awakens something in Kate she never expected.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors DNI

Word count: 3.5 K

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Author's note: This took me longer than I expected, but here it is. Thank you all again for the comments, likes, and reblogs, y'all make me want to write more often. midnight love by girl in red on repeat for this one, because we are gay and we love it. Let me know what you think!!

Despite your busy schedules, you and your friends had agreed to always make time for your most sacred friendship tradition, game night. Yelena would always cook dinner, shooing you all out of the kitchen–her sanctuary, as she called it–whenever anyone offered to help. America was usually in charge of the board games, which had accumulated since she started the tradition with you back when you were in high school. Peter picked out the snacks, Kate brought the drinks and you picked out the necessary songs for the occasion, Taylor Swift’s “…Ready for it?” at the top every time, only for that one line in the hook.

Now his official girlfriend, Peter had brought MJ along, and they were deeply enthralled in an intense Battleship round with America while Yelena worked on her new recipe for the creamy Tuscan chicken she was cooking for the evening. You were sandwiched on the couch between Kate, her dog Lucky, and Fanny, Yelena’s dog. Lucky was sitting across Kate’s lap with his head on one of your legs, wagging his tail happily while you scratched behind his ears. Fanny laid her head on your other leg, the rest of her body sprawled on the couch, softly snoring. As for Kate, she had her head on your shoulder, her eyes focused on the mindless scrolling on her phone, trying to pretend she didn't have her other hand on your thigh, her fingers inching closer to the space between your legs like you were not sitting in her best friend’s couch.

"Stop it," you mumbled under your breath, trying to remain as still as possible. "Not in front of the dogs."

"What are you talking about?" Kate inquired, the picture of innocence if it wasn’t for the knowing half-smile on her lips, not even bothering to look up from her phone. "I'm just liking posts on Instagram, Y/N."

You huffed in feigned annoyance, and she fully smiled, dragging her nails across your thigh before finally moving her hand, a soft whimper almost leaving your lips. You exhaled heavily to drown it and Kate licked her lips, clearly aware of the effect of her actions.

Your agreement with Kate was probably one of the best things you had ever agreed to. It was all the fun and none of the complications, which was quite refreshing after years spent in a whirlwind of a relationship. Kate was fun, adventurous, completely unafraid to push limits yet caring enough to only give what you took willingly. You felt comfortable with her, in a way that you had never felt with anybody else before. It had been easy to let your guard down, forgo sleep on some nights after sex to confide your deepest hopes and dreams in her, a far cry from where this whole thing had started. Used to keeping her cards close to her chest for most of her life, Kate took a bit more time to get there, but the more time you two spent together, the more she unraveled. You were at a point in your relationship where sometimes all it took was one look, one touch, one gesture, to know exactly what the other needed.

"B5."

Completely unaware of your secret exchange with Kate, Peter scratched his chin and squinted his eyes, the crease between his brows prominent in concentration. MJ mirrored him, whispering something in his ear to help him with his strategy from time to time. Across from them, America eyed them attentively, a haughty look on her face that suggested she had figured out their every move, making the couple nervous.

"Ha! Another miss," America exclaimed triumphantly, making Peter and MJ groan. "You're so gonna lose, guys."

A bellow of laughter was heard in the kitchen, catching everyone’s attention. The wooden shutters on the half-wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of Yelena’s apartment were folded back, and you could see Yelena continuing to chop vegetables with an amused smile on her face as she said, "Careful, Mer, last time we played Battleship, Peter almost flipped over the table when he lost."

MJ gaped at him, so very entertained by this new information. “You’re joking.”

"I did not," Peter said at the same time, pursing his lips, unable to hide the pink hue covering his cheeks.

"Yeah, you did," You interjected, earning a glare for Peter. You ignored him, your attention on MJ. "He got so mad he almost threw the whole game out the window."

MJ cackled. “Somehow, I believe that.”

America clicked her tongue, amused. "Damn, Pete, that’s some next-level shit. I’d expect that from Kate, not you.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Kate scowled, and America stuck her tongue out at her. You threw your head back, laughing.

“Now, now, let's not give the state champion over there fuel to beat our asses, we need to humble her," Yelena declared, throwing her ingredients into a pot. “She was unbearable last time she won at Monopoly."

“I don’t know, I like my chances tonight,” America shrugged, a teasing tone in her voice. “If rumors are to be believed, Kate is gonna let me win because she's just so happy jumping my best friend's bones.”

Peter and MJ couldn’t help the snort that escaped them, and you could hear Yelena trying to disguise her chuckles by pulling out dishware from the top cabinets of her kitchen. You immediately tensed up, a feeling of warmth crawling up from your neck to your face.

Tournament season had begun and, as expected, Kate was at her very best, breaking her own school records in the process. In years past, the archer had been known to be at her most active after competitions, basking in the endless attention she'd get from the girls that would only show up to see her, but this time around, the first thing Kate would do after getting her picture taken for the trophy cases was heading your way to wrap you in a tight hug, words of praise immediately coming out of your mouth between giggles. Yelena, Peter, and America would hype up her accomplishments immediately after but unfortunately for you, people noticed the change.

Soon enough, rumors started floating around campus that Kate Bishop had finally fallen and, out of all people, you were the lucky gal to steal her heart. Their words, not yours.

Obviously, your friends loved to tease you about it, especially when you were in public. They would behave like five-year-olds, making kissing sounds and humming the melody to Careless Whisper whenever you and Kate arrived together anywhere, cracking up when you told them to knock it off with a blush on your face.

"And why would I let you win? In any case, I'd let Y/N win," Kate responded, completely unbothered. "Not that she needs me to."

"Ooh, rooting for the girlfriend. I like this Kate Bishop," Yelena snickered walking into the dining area, a stack of dishes and silverware on top of it in her hands. "Truly a step up from Carter, Y/N, well done."

Kate found the whole situation amusing. She used it as an excuse to keep her hands on you in public, claiming she was just messing with the masses when asked about it, and although the multitude of prying eyes made you uncomfortable, you couldn’t say you didn’t like walking down the school grounds with Kate’s hand on your lower back. You really couldn’t say that you didn’t have a stupid dopey grin on your face for the rest of the day whenever Kate kissed the corner of your mouth as a goodbye when dropping you off for class.

"Who's Carter?" MJ asked, genuinely curious, and you groaned, already dreading what was coming.

Yelena whistled, leaving the dishware on the table. “How much time do you have?”

Peter huffed out a laugh. "Sharon Carter, Y/N's ex. They dated on and off for two years."

"And she was the worst, MJ." America's eyes glistened, delighted to have an opportunity to do what she did best–shit-talk her best friend's crappy ex. "She was always hot and cold with Y/N, the most charming person on Earth one moment and a total bitch the other. An absolute nightmare."

That sparked a furious rant you had listened to more times than you cared to count on the many reasons to avoid Sharon Carter at all costs, all three of your friends taking turns giving MJ the full picture of how bad things have gotten between you and your ex. From Sharon forgetting your birthday to unfounded accusations that you were flirting with other people and full-blown dramas in restaurants, listening to your friends spew fiery words of hatred towards someone you had once thought to be the one made your stomach drop. The only one that seemed to be entirely uninterested in the subject was Kate, who had gotten up from her seat as soon as Sharon’s name was mentioned. She set up the table for dinner and disappeared into the kitchen when she was done, the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing a couple of times the only indication she was still there. You just stayed where you were, ready to sink and disappear right into your seat.

"Yeah, I don't think she liked us very much," Peter pointed out after a while, grimacing. "We invited her to game night one time and she definitely didn't have fun at all."

"Oh, yeah, I remember!" Yelena exclaimed. "We played Jenga that day, she pushed the tower and made it fall because Kate was gonna win."

"And then refused to play Pictionary, claiming the game was dumb," America added, rolling her eyes. "That woman has a stick so far up her ass I'm surprised she can walk."

"Okay, I'm sure MJ got the picture," you finally interjected, covering your eyes with your hands, sounding slightly irritated. "Thank you very much."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, Y/N, that must have sucked," MJ lamented with a comforting tone in her voice. "I don't know how you did it."

"A question we asked ourselves every day!" Peter spouted.

America turned to you, eyebrows up to her forehead. "How did you stay with her for so long?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but Yelena was faster. "She must have been really good in bed," She suggested nonchalantly. "Otherwise, I truly don't understand it."

Peter’s ears suddenly turned crimson red. “Guys, let’s not–”

“Now that you mention it, I think I have heard stories about her. My friend Ned and I share a class with these dudes, Steve and James, and they’re always talking about a Sharon.” MJ added.

"Oooh, it totally makes sense, I did hear Y/N and Carter once or twice and–"

"Okay, enough." Kate emerged back from the kitchen, her voice sharp and loud, making America immediately shut up. The rest of them looked as if they had just gotten scolded by their parents. The expression on her face was unreadable, her eyes defiant and a darker shade of blue. "Let’s eat, shall we? I’m starving."

The subject was dropped, and the night carried on without a hitch. MJ fitted right in with your group, and Peter was so happy about it that he didn’t care how many games he lost to America. Yelena, on the other hand, did care about losing and she was on a mission to best America on something before the night ended. All four of them were laughing and screaming so much that they didn’t notice the change in Kate’s attitude, who was uncharacteristically quiet. The brunette only spoke when spoken to, laughed half-heartedly when everyone else did, and peeled the label off every beer bottle she drank with her nails. You sat next to her, placed your hand on her thigh multiple times to make her look at you, and silently questioned her about it. She would only respond with an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

You could not ignore the feeling that something was wrong, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss whatever was bothering Kate away.

But she wasn't your girlfriend, and even if you had gotten close, that would probably be crossing boundaries. What you had was casual, and if she didn't want to share what was troubling her, that was fine.

Even if you couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the night.

~~~

After her husband's death, Eleanor Bishop spent a lot of time shutting down romantic propositions from wealthy men that genuinely only wanted to get their hands on Bishop Security. Love is a distraction, Eleanor would say, and I am far too busy for any of those. Kate heard her mother say that exact phrase more times than she could count as a child and, at some point, she started believing it, too.

Truthfully, up to that point, she never felt like she was missing out on anything. Her life had been perfectly fine without it. She had seen what love did to people, how it stripped them of all rationality and made it so easy to give others the power to break you. Kate had consoled enough broken hearts, lost enough friends to jealousy, and watched enough relationships crash and burn to know it wasn't worth the effort.

Needless to say, it caught Kate by surprise when she felt like something was pressing on her chest the moment Sharon Carter's name was mentioned and she saw the pained expression on your face. As if it still mattered, as if the words Peter, America, and Yelena were saying about your ex still hurt you.

Kate hated the way that knowledge made her feel. She wanted to leave right then and there, to escape that feeling that moved to the pit of her stomach and was expanding all through her body.

She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was but the feeling was big, powerful, with sharp teeth tearing up her insides and demanding all of her attention. Her mind was going a thousand miles per hour, every single thing you had ever told her about Sharon running through it, how you still loved her, how you still lamented how things had ended between you. Then, Yelena had to add fuel to that fire by making that comment, what you said about Sharon having skills burning in the back of her mind, and as irrational as it was, she saw red, because Sharon never deserved you, and she wanted nothing else but to make you forget your ex. Kate wanted nothing but you to want her.

And that was the first time she admitted it to herself.

Panic settled quite fast. A voice inside her head–one that sounded an awful lot like her mother–started screaming at her to run away, call it quits with you while she still could without ruining your friendship but she knew it was a bit too late for that. Your concern didn't help her, and neither did the comforting touch of your hand on her thigh. She didn't know what to do, so she pretended everything was fine.

Peter and MJ left first, clearly wanting to spend time alone together before calling it a night. They left holding hands, looking at one another like they were each other's worlds, and Kate's chest twinged because, for the first time in her life, she wanted that. And she hated how it came crashing on her just like that.

Yelena convinced you and America to sleep over, saying something about being long overdue for a girls' night. Kate originally said no, wanting nothing more but to go to bed and sleep off that intrusive sensation she couldn't shake but Yelena and America were not taking a no for an answer. After Kate agreed to stay, Yelena and America disappeared behind the door of Yelena's bedroom to get sleepover supplies and get changed into something more comfortable, and Kate quickly took that as her opportunity to slip into the kitchen and gather herself.

But you didn’t give her the chance. Kate was leaning against the kitchen counter, a beer bottle between her fingertips, clearly lost in her thoughts when you walked up to her. You placed your hands on her hip and she flinched at your touch, her gaze falling into yours.

You looked at her the same way you did that first night you slept together. Full of wonder, confusion, anxiety. Full of tenderness. And she knew she was doomed.

"Are you okay, Katie?" You asked her, and Kate told herself she should have known the effect you had on her the moment she let you call her that. She hated when anyone else did, but your voice dripped with honey every time you said it, and it felt safe in your mouth. "You've been awfully quiet tonight."

"Yeah, I'm just tired, I guess," Kate lied with a tight-lipped smile you saw right through. "We didn't get much sleep last night."

You nodded, and she could tell you didn't buy it. But what was she going to say to you? I just realized I want more of you?

"Are you sure it's just that?" You tried again, taking the bottle off her hands and putting it on the counter. You rested your hand on her cheek right after, the coldness of the bottle that lingered on your fingers making her shiver. Or maybe it just was your touch, Kate wasn't sure. "You can tell me anything."

You were pulling her towards you and, just like that very first time, she was too weak to not let you. Your breath was on her mouth, soft and warm, and she closed the gap between you, her entire body immediately on fire when your lips were on hers. Kate instinctively parted her mouth open, and your tongue brushed her lips, letting you take the lead. She placed her hands on your waist and flushed your bodies together, the feeling of pressure on her chest disappearing instantly, replaced with electric waves through every single one of her bones. You let out a quiet moan that Kate felt in the deepest part of her core, her mouth immediately leaving yours and settling on the skin of your neck. You bit on your lip, trying to conceal the overcoming desire Kate was filling you with. Her hands slipped under your shirt lightly scratching at your stomach, and her lips returned to yours to drown the mewl threatening to come out from the back of your throat with her tongue.

Her fingers moved further down and undid the button of your jeans, slipping inside your underwear and between your folds immediately. You gasped, not expecting for Kate to do that when your respective best friends could catch you but while she pressed you against the kitchen counter and made hurried circles on your clit, you couldn't seem to care.

"I'm gonna need you to be real quiet, baby girl," Kate whispered against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek to your jaw and back to your neck. "Can you do that for me?"

You nodded frantically, the thrill of getting caught already pushing you closer to the edge. Kate rapidly sunk two fingers inside you, her thumb continuing to give attention to your clit.

"Fuck, Kate," You grumbled quietly, holding onto her hair for some stability. "Don't stop."

You didn't have much time and Kate knew it. Her fingers thrust in and out of you ruthlessly and you bit on your bottom lip so hard that pink skin turned white. A third finger entered you, the coil feeling in your stomach tightening, the stretch and rhythm making your head spin. She stopped kissing every inch of exposed skin she found to face you, committing to memory every single one of your features as you tried as hard as you could to contain yourself.

"Y/N, look at me," Kate muttered. "I wanna see you come undone."

Your eyes fluttered open, and the look in the ocean of her eyes tipped you over the edge. You whimpered softly, your legs turning to jelly, and the pleasure flooded you. Kate wrapped her arm around you, holding your weight for you, and pressed her forehead against yours. She kissed you again, murmuring a soft I got you against your mouth, repeated again and again until your ragged breathing returned to normal. When you finally could, you kissed her back.

And you kissed her so gently, so sweetly, that everything became clear to Kate.

And It was an unnerving revelation. Scary and unfamiliar, against everything she had ever known. So overwhelming that breathing suddenly felt more difficult.

The swinging of a door opening broke the silence, quickly followed by the joyful voices of your respective best friends coming out of Yelena's room. You quickly pulled Kate's hands out of your pants and fixed your clothes, taking several backward steps away from her. Your need to maintain what you had as a secret made Kate's chest hurt again, regardless of being what you both had agreed to. You gave her a smile that clearly said this isn't over, before walking away and pretending nothing had happened.

Kate took a big, deep breath, and felt the full weight of her brand new feelings, of the distraction she avoided all her life, in every inch of her skin.

And It scared the shit out of her.

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imposterogers · 1 year

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Relationships in the mcu are super shallow, the movies never focus on the smaller moments for long enough for you to feel they're real. I'm saying all of this as a fan, It's not just Bucky and Steve.

We can hate Age of Ultron all we want but it's the only movie were the avengers actually interacted with eachother. The movie's are too focused on developing the big things they don't slow down enough to care about anyone.

There's also the constant prioritisation of romantic relationships over friendships. In No Way Home we get a bigger goodbye between Peter and MJ than Peter and his best friend, even though Peter and MJ have only been dating for like weeks and Peter and Ned have been best friends for years. Peter is more concerned about getting the girl he's dated in high school for a couple of weeks than HIS BEST FRIEND to remember him.

If the romances were given time to develop maybe it wouldn't feel so meh. Wanda and Vision are the only couple with some true development and it only happened during the show.

The potential is there, Bucky and Nat have such an interesting dynamic in the comics that was just wasted. I hope they keep developing the friendship between Kate and Yelena because we're in desperate need for something like it.

Talking about Yelena they changed her into Nats little sister but didn't give her any development for it to make sense. You're telling me Nat didn't tell her anything about her best friend Clint??? Clint knows everything about Yelena from Nat, but Yelena has nothing. All those years and Yelena talking about wanting to spend time with Nat and nothing??? Wasn't it better at that point to keep them as rivals with respect for eachother???

Nat and Clint's relationship had more development after Nat's death than when she was alive and that's honestly awful.

#no fr #and it’s sucks #asks #anti mcu #mcu critical

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thelittleliars · 1 year

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Second Chance (2/4)

Warning: Hurt/Comfort?

Words: 1.4K

Summary: Thanksgiving at the Avengers compound.

AN: Part 2 is finally here!! Natasha redemption just had to happen, no explanation needed! While writing this I had an idea for a Part 3 --> friends to lovers??

[Part 1: Silence ; Part 3: Surprise]

Friendship breakups hurt but best friend breakups hurt even more, it hurt like nothing else in the world. And that pain os hard to get rid off.

It had been months before you could trust people again, to open yourself up and let new people in. A long and hard road was behind you and a longer one was still in front of you. Thanksgiving was coming up and you knew you couldn't say no to the avengers. They were still your family.

Your heart pounded loud as you walked into the compound for the first time in months. The welcome for you was warm, it made you tear up in happiness and sadness. You missed this, you missed them so much.

After greeting everyone and getting hugged by so many, you sat down next to Yelena. She instantly told you how much she missed you and then continued by talking about her new knives that were made out of vibranium. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Natasha sitting in a corner extremely quiet. She starred into nothing, as if she was in another world but you knew she was aware what happened around her by her hard body language.

The hurtful words Natasha once said to you silenced her. She did not utter a single word besides a hello when she is in the compound. Hurting people with words was something she did not want to happen ever again so she chose to say nothing anymore.

It pained you to see her so out of herself. Even tough she hurt you deeply, you wanted nothing more but for the ex-assassin to be happy. Yelena saw your expression and explained that the red head rarely talked anymore. You've never imagined Natasha being so quiet. She was always this outgoing and open person with you, maybe because you both came from a similar background, but seeing her there not even muttering curse words at the avengers who did something stupid was you did not wanna see ever again.

Wanda came into the room to announce the food being almost ready. Pietro then suggested to start listing things we were thankful for. Tony started by saying he's thankful for his Wife Pepper and his daughter Morgan. Kate was thankful for the opportunity to train with Clint all year long. Yelena was thankful for a life-long Mac & Cheese sponsorship she recently got. The others were mostly thankful for their family and friends.

Pietro came into the room while carrying a lot of food, Wanda was close behind him doing things with her hands that the magic carried the food to us. She asked of we're all done with our list of being thankful. As everyone was about to say yes or even nod, Natasha spoke up.

"I'm thankful for Y/N coming tonight" Nobody thought she would speak but your presence changed everything for her. Before anybody could start teasing Nat, the witch said she was thankful for Pietro's health after his almost fatal accident. He of course agreed to it and spoke out a toast. Which only consisted of a Didn’t see that one coming.

You couldn't tear your eyes from the black widow. Figuring her out was like a one color puzzle, very difficult and seemingly impossible but still very possible. Your staring must have been long since Natasha suddenly looked into your direction and caught your gaze. She too couldn't tear her eyes away from you. The facade she held up, started to crumble down and for the first time in forever you could see her vulnerability. You could also see brokenness, regret, apologies, her insecurities and the hate she has for herself. As much as you hated her for what she did, your heart couldn't bear/endure seeing her like this. It's time for both of you to talk.

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Tony somehow organized a small thanksgiving after party with like 50 people you didn't know. You got yourself a drink and went to the floor above the party. In times like these, you craved the tower with its height. You loved to look over the city whenever you had the chance to. It gave you a calming effect but also gave you a lot of intrusive thoughts.

Natasha noticed how you danced around her all night, you did not really avoid her but tried to put off a conversation. When she saw you going upstair she followed you with a good amount of distance until she figured out a perfect moment to join. That moment would never cone so she pushed herself towards you. The Avenger put extra weight in her steps to alert you of her coming.

As you felt her presence next to you, all the words you wanted to say were gone. It was weird that even with the awkwardness and dread you both felt, the familiarity between you felt like home.

"I really am grateful for you coning today." Natasha was the first one who spoke. "They're as much your family as they are for me. I don't want you to lose that."

"Well technically I already lost a part of it." She turned her gaze on you but you refused to meet her eyes with the following words. "You. You have always been a part of that family."

Only after you looked at her she started to apologize properly. "What I said to you was cruel and wrong. I apologies for hurting you and Agent Shaw." Natasha wished her apology would fix everything but even if it would fix things, she knew nothing will ever be the same. "I also apologize for my silence, I should have explained what was bothering me instead of pushing you away. And I know that there's nothing I can say or do to fix us. Just know that I'm deeply sorry."

"You don't want forgiveness?" You wondered aloud. She shrugged before telling you she didn't deserve forgiveness so she won't ask for it.

Her words broke your heart in a way it didn't before. "Nat." You whispered with tears in your eyes. "Don't do this to yourself, please. People make mistakes and even though yours was hurtful, you still deserve all the good. You're not that monster anymore, you never were."

"I see you still got that big heart." Leaning onto the railing, Natasha finally started to relax. "Told you years ago that your big heart is gonna be your death. You can't just hand it out to people who did you wrong."

"In a way it was my fault." She stopped you. "Your sexuality was non of my business. You don't owe me insight of your love life. I should've realized that the moment you came out but I felt too betrayed. Thought you didn't trust me enough."

"I think the incident had to happen." You smiled to yourself as the fuzzy feelings came back to you. "It opened my eyes and I realized something."

"Why am I even surprised that you saw something good in pain?"

"You don’t want to know what I realized?" You furrowed your eyebrows together, kinda eager to tell her but were still very anxious about it.

"You were always better at figuring me out then I do myself so you tell me, am I ready for what you wanna tell me?"

"You're like a one colored puzzled right now!!" You grunted in frustration.

"I'm the Black Widow after all." She smirked teasingly. You smiled and shook your head. "I still love you Nat, I hope you know that. And I stop you right now before you say I shouldn't. Humans make mistakes, that's what makes us humans. You're worthy of love."

"But how am I supposed to fix this mess? Is there even a way to fix us?" The hopelessness in her voice was clear. It was strange to see Natasha not realizing minor things.

"Your apology was a first step. Learn from your mistakes and don't repeat them. It's all I want from you right now. This is a second chance and I hope you take it." Natasha turned towards you. "Can I hug you?"

You opened your arms for her before she happily embraced you. Natasha was shorter than you so she was able to snuggle her face in your neck. Both of you felt such a relief to have each other back.

There was no better feeling than this, she was home for you.

Home.

There is no place like home.

Tags: @heheszunie @marvelwomen-simp @wifeofnatasharomanoff @lizlil @how-to-disappearrr @wandanats-goodgirl

#natasha romanoff #black widow #the avengers #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #Silent Series

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I Tried

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

2,644 Words

Kate Bishop, known to the world as the up and coming Avenger, rumored to be in line to take over for Hawkeye. To the world she's brave—albeit reckless, she's kind—some would even say to a fault, and most importantly she's strong—inspiring even. You've known her for quite some time though, since her hands first wrapped around a bow, and to you she's so much more than an expendable warrior in an unfair fight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

"Baby?"

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

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

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

"Yelena and I are just fri—."

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

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

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

"I-Um."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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delulu-with-wandanat · 6 months

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Fics recs: 1-THE ROMANOFF CHRONICLES, an astounching groundbreaking, never seen before (literally) masterpiece, 100/10. It's mainly set in those 5years post snap, it explains the development that each character presented in endgame in a way the Russos wish they did, it represents the friendship between the avengers in a way marvel never allowed them be, it respects Natasha ( skill set, humanity, personality, affiliations,..) it's nat centric, it's only flaw: it's not complete but don't worry it has 60 medium to long chaps.

2-ON THE COVER - RED WHITE AND BLACK | New York Magazine | Dec. 30th, 2024, this is the most beautifully written farewell, tribute to Natasha Romanoff I have ever seen, it's written in a format that I think has never been used in fanfics, it's a soul touching poetic masterpiece

3- Ohio years, an exquisite bittersweet mini series of 1 shots that's written in a captivating style that keeps your attention, it showcases how the Russian murder family but mainly nat & Melina come to love & connect to each other.

4-FIREFLIES, it's written in such a bittersweet melancholic reminiscing way, it's just so beautiful. It's an 18 1 shots about nat encountering fireflies & being reminded of Ohio years &then others being reminded of nat by seeing them.

5- DISTURBING THE PEACE, an excellent 100/10 tear-jerker masterpiece, it's a very long 1 shot about what if post apocalyptic lonely nat , it also showcases her friendship with og avengers & nick.

6- I USED TO HAVE NOTHING, - WIDOW SISTERS AND MANY MARVELOUS MARVEL WOMEN - WE ARE MEANT FOR MORE THAN THIS, it's cute well written comfort, fluff, a bit angsty 3 different series of mainly 1 shots by 3 different authors about yelena and Natasha. They're my all time favorite comfort read.

7- I LOVE YOU, GOODBYE, it's a very very long 1 shot of AU of endgame in which Wanda survives & wandanat happens that hit me so hard I needed hours to process it & get out of it, my only quell with it is that it reset nat & Wanda's relationship with each other at postAOU where they would definitely be distant to each other.

8- IT'S FUN TO LOSE AND TO PRETEND, an absolute tear-jerker, a masterpiece, a beauty, a greatness, it's a 5 parts multichaps which takes place just after Westview, before Hawkeye where nat is given another chance ending up at Wanda's door, Wanda is given the healing marvel denied her with nat, Sam &bucky not being limited by the shackles of the screen & actually interacting with the events of their universe,Clint and yel meeting with their beloved. The ending was a bit unsatisfying to me but nonetheless as martin says this is CINEMA.

9- HOW NATASHA ROMANOFF MARRIED WANDA MAXIMOFF, it's a medium paced 38 chaps retelling of "how Nancy Jackson married Kate Wilson" but with wandanat with huge changes. It's sweet & adorable, the beginning was a bit rocky to me, there parts I would wince where I didn't like it but otherwise an absolute entertainment, I wanna kiss the head of it's author irl for giving me this absolute comfort for FREE. God or whatever higher power bless this person.

10-OUR LITTLE GROUP HAS ALWAYS BEEN (AND ALWAYS WILL UNTIL THE END), it's 9 part series of mini chaps, it's very creative concept,a wild imagination, it's the biggest au to ever au as its author puts it. To me it's the truest form of fanfic, the author took majority of the plot of MCU & toyed with it &come up with their world which has everything cute adorable wandanat, yelenat, the maximoffs, yel and Pietro, loving Russian spy parents, coulson's Lola, overall it's cuteness overload. God bless this author too.

If you ever decide to read them pls leave them a comment & let me know how you feel about them, also do you have more nat centric fanfics or just good fanfics about nat and anybody else.

oh my FUCKING GODDD THANK U ANON!!!

im def gonna read all ur recs! So far i had this one fanfic i rlly like but i forgot the title. I’ll let u know when i rememberr

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arlana-likes-to-write · 2 years

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I Guess I’m in Love by Clinton Kane

Summary: You and Kate have been best friends ever since you joined the new age of Avengers at the same time. It was at a party where Yelena, Peter, MJ, and America help her understand that her feelings for you go past a normal friendship.

(y/c/e) - your eye color

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Happy Pride Everyone!

Warnings: drinking

Word count: 4.1K

Everyone in New York City, no everyone in the world knows Tony Stark loves to throw parties. Not every party needed to have a reason but tonight it was a time for celebration. The young Avengers completed their first solo mission; weeks of gathering data, surveillance, and raids. They took down an arms dealer growing in Central America. So a celebration was in order. Kate found herself at the bar nursing a jack and coke, surveilling the crowd. Even at a party, her brain couldn’t turn off. A few politicians and societal higher ups would come up to thank and congratulate her. Her eyes would go back to the crowd. No matter how hard she tried, her eyes found you. You were wearing a simple black dress, purple accents at the bottom, and drinking a Pepsi. Kate knew you didn’t drink because it affected your abilities. America was sitting next to you as you were surrounded by a group of new SHIELD agents fawning over your powers. You could teleport a person’s mind to somewhere else. A person would be standing at a party but their mind showed that they were in the Amazon rainforest. You’ve tested your powers on Kate and transported her to Antarctica, she could feel the cold winds against her cheeks and hear the sound of nearby penguins. But the only reason Kate knew she was in the Avenger training room instead of the snowy tundra was your hand holding onto hers.

Kate watched as America put her arm around your shoulder. A tight knot formed in Kate’s stomach. Kate knew America had no romantic interest in you. She was seeing a girl in a different universe (Kate still didn’t understand how the multiverse worked). But she wished it was her. Everyone on the team knew how much you hated being the center of attention, Kate wanted to be the one to confront you. You both became friends quickly as Sam reached out to the both of you at the same time to join the new league of Avengers. You were terrified when you first joined the team. You were kidnapped by HYDRA at a young age and forced to use your gifts for their agenda. So joining a new team, you had your doubts. Kate found you on the roof of the tower and you both talked until the sun came up.

‘Kate Bishop.’ The blonde Black Widow appeared behind the bar. Hearing her name brought her out of her trance and looked at Yelena, who had a knowing smirk on her face. ‘How are you enjoying your evening?’

‘Fine.’ Yelena made a drink with a hum.

‘Better if you had a certain (y/h/c) hair girl by your side?’ Kate blushed.

‘Y/n and I are just friends.’

‘Funny when I didn’t mention Y/N’s name at all.’ Yelena said, sipping her drink. She made a disgusted face. ‘Needs more vodka.’ She opened another bottle and poured it into her drink. She shipped it. ‘Much better. Where was I?’

‘Leaving me alone.’ She loved Yelena like an annoying older sister she never had but she was not in the mood.

‘You need to tell her how you feel.’

‘I don’t know what you are talking about, we are just friends. Best friends.’ Kate argued as she heard more people joining them at the bar, she glanced over and saw it was Peter and MJ.

‘What are we talking about?’ Peter asked, his arm around MJ’s waist.

‘Nothing!’ Kate said.

‘Kate is trying to prove to herself that she and Y/N are just ‘friends’.’ Yelena added the air quotes around the as Peter and MJ laughed. Kate tried to hide the blush on her cheeks by taking a sip of her drink. But Yelena saw it and pinched them. Kate swatted her hand away.

‘Kate, as someone who is truly your friend with nothing more,’ MJ said. ‘If you looked at me the way you look at Y/N I would think you were going insane.’

‘I don’t look at her any differently.’ Kate defended.

‘Please you look at her the way Peter looks at MJ, big heart eyes. It’s disgusting.’ Yelena said, adding a dramatic shiver.

‘What they are trying to say, you're in love with y/n.’ Peter said simply.

‘In love?’ Kate said slowly with wide eyes.

‘Uh oh, I think we broke her.’ MJ and Yelena laughed.

The sound of groaning as the elevator door opened pulled Kate away from her laptop, she was brainstorming new trick arrows for their upcoming mission. The location was still unknown and you and Yelena were trying to get it out of a suspect but he wasn’t talking. She smiled as you walked over and flopped on the couch. You were wearing black leggings and a SHIELD polo. A necklace shaped as an arrow hung around your neck. Kate gave it to you so you would always have a piece of home with you no matter where the Avengers sent you. You were tired. Dark bags colored under your eyes and your ponytail was messy. ‘How did it go today?’ You groaned again, letting your head fall on her shoulder.

‘Bad.’ You said with a yawn.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ You shook your head.

‘Can I lay here and you tell me about your day?’ Kate closed her laptop and placed it next to her, giving you her full attention. You placed your head on her chest and smiled as Kate undid your ponytail and started to run her fingers through your hair. Kate spoke about her day; a meeting with Sam, America, and Fury, a sparring session with Wanda (that kicked her ass), and a visit to Tony’s lap to work on new trick arrows. Kate watched as your eyes closed and you fell asleep. She didn’t stop talking or moving her hand through your hair. She lived for moments like this. Just you and her. No world that needed to be saved or Avengers to annoy you both. Kate heard the elevator open and an equally tired Yelena walked out. She didn’t hide the smile on her face at the site.

‘You wake her up I will kill you.’ Kate threatened.

‘Kate Bishop, please, as if you could kill me.’ Yelena sat on the couch, moving your legs and placing them on her lap.

‘How was it?’ Yelena sighed.

‘What did she tell you?’ She asked, nodding her head in your direction.

‘Nothing.’

‘Not good. He said some nasty stuff about her.’ Kate's hand stopped and her body went rigid. You whined as you felt Kate stop playing with your hair. At the sound, Kate relaxed and moved her fingers through your hair. Yelena chuckled. ‘You are whipped, Kate Bishop.’

‘Excuse me?’ Kate questioned.

‘That is what the kid’s say, no?’

‘It is.’ Kate said, slowly adding an unnecessary amount of emphasis to each word.

‘Then you admit it.’

‘I’m not whipped. I’m -’ Comforting a friend. Letting my friend get some well deserved sleep. I’m obsessed with the way her head is laying on my chest. That she feels like home.

‘Kate! Kate Bishop!’ Yelena’s snapping in front of her face. She shook her head out of her day dream.

‘Where did you go just now?’ MJ asked.

‘I uh shit.’ Kate licked her lips and drained the rest of her drink. ‘I’m in love.’ She whispered and looked at Yelena. ‘I’m going to need another drink.’ The three spoke at the same time, ‘That’s great’, ‘Should you be having another one?’, and ‘When are you going to tell her?’ Kate watched as Yelena made her a long island. The color of the liquor didn’t disappear as Yelena added the coke. Okay, maybe asking Yelena to make her a drink was not the best idea. She placed it in front of Kate.

‘It is most certainly not great. I’m going to drink 10 more of these. And never.’ Kate answered, taking a sip. She grimaced from the taste of alcohol. ‘Okay maybe only 1 of these.’

‘Why aren’t you going to tell her?’ MJ asked.

‘Because I can’t be in love with y/n,’ Kate took another sip. ‘She’s my best friend and she’s trying to find her footing as a free person not under HDYRA’s control. I can’t add this to it.’

‘Even if telling her could make you both happier?’ Peter asked.

‘Yup.’ Kate said, popping the ‘p’. ‘I would rather sit in my own feelings and not tell her. What if she doesn't feel the same then it will be awkward? I can’t lose her.’ Yelena laughed.

‘You, Kate Bishop, are very stupid.’ Kate’s mouth dropped.

‘First, that was very rude. Second, these are valid concerns to have!’ Yelena shook her head.

‘Come Peter and MJ. Let’s go get food and Kate sits here in her feelings as she says. Tony promised me Mac and Cheese and I am starving.’ Yelena left the bar with MJ following.

‘For what it’s worth I know she likes you and no matter what happens you guys will still be best friends.’ Peter said, jogging to catch up. Kate looked over to where you are, you caught her eyes and gave her a small wave. Kate waved back, turned around and stared into the clear liquid in her glass. Kate sighed, rubbing her head.

Kate was pacing back and forth in her bedroom, her closet open, and different outfits thrown on her bed. It was 3 hours till Tony’s party and she had no idea what to wear. ‘FRIDAY, can you please ask Y/N to come to my room?’

‘Of course, Miss. Bishop.’ It didn’t help Kate’s anxiety that you were on your way to her room when you had to get ready for the same party. What if you think this was stupid? What if you thought this was lame? Kate is an Avenger, picking out an outfit shouldn’t be this hard. A soft knock echoed through Kate’s room and stopped her spiraling thoughts.

‘It’s open.’ Kate called out. The door opened and you walked into her room. You must have just gotten out of the shower because your hair was damp and you were wearing a white robe. You closed the door, walking over to her.

‘Kate, what’s wrong? FRIDAY said it was urgent.’ Damn that AI, Kate thought.

‘It’s not urgent. It’s actually really stupid. I’m not sure why I could you over. It’s no big deal. I mean you have to get ready and it’s silly for me to take up your time. I-’

‘Kate.’ You grabbed onto your shoulders, cutting off her ramble. ‘You could never bother me. What’s going on?’ Kate sighed, unable to look into your eyes. They had so much light in them because you cared so deeply about the people around you.

‘I uh don’t know what to wear to the-to the party tonight.’ Kate stuttered. You nodded your head, giving Kate the okay to continue. ‘I don’t want to wear a dress but I can’t wear a suit.’ You turned your head to the side, mirroring the way Lucky does when he hears something he doesn’t understand. It was cute.

‘Why can’t you wear one?’ You asked. It was a simple question. Why couldn’t she wear one? She had a nice dark purple suit but the nagging words of her mother and people that would attend her mother’s parties rang in her head.

Girls can’t wear suits.

You’d look better in a dress.

Couldn’t you make the effort to dress up.

What are you gay or something?’

No daughter of mine should be wearing a suit. Go change.

‘Because it’s to masculine. It’s not right.’ You hummed and walked over to her closet, moving some of the clothes out of the way.

‘Answer me this, would you be more comfortable in a suit than a dress?’ You asked, not looking back at Kate. You stopped moving clothes and Kate wondered what you were looking at.

‘Yes but -’

‘No buts.’ You turned back around. ‘You wear what makes you feel comfortable whether that be a suit, a dress, or your PJs.’ Kate laughed. ‘I’ve learned that society likes to try to fit everyone into neat and tidy boxes and when someone doesn’t fit into that box you get labeled as a freak or a disgrace.’ You walked over to Kate, cupping her face in your hands. ‘Fuck whoever told you you can’t wear what you want.’ Kate sighed and nodded. ‘Good, now go put on that purple suit I saw in there.’ She smiled, grabbed the suit out of her closet, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She hung the suit on the shower rod, running her fingers down the lapel. The pants, vest, and jacket were a dark purple with the lapels colored black. She would wear a white long sleeve and a purple bow-tie. Before she lost her nerve, she stripped out of her sweatshirt and shorts that she was wearing, and carefully put on the suit - making sure not to wrinkle it. After it was one, she looked at herself in the mirror. It fit her perfectly. She remembered when she got it, she walked into the store by herself, and asked to get fitted for it. At the last minute, she decided against the suit, and wore a dress to the meeting. The voices in her head won. You knocked on the door.

‘Everything okay in there, Katie?’ You asked. Instead of answering, Kate opened the door and stood in front of you. Your jaw dropped, eyes scanning up and down Kate. She felt rather exposed under your intense gaze. ‘You look amazing.’ Kate blushed.

‘Thank you. You uh always seem to love the things I hate about myself. No one really knows all this about me but you. So thank you for being here for me.’ It was your turn for your cheeks to turn a dark shade of pink. You stepped closer to her, grabbing the lapel of her jacket, and kissed her cheek.

‘Of course Katie. I’m always here for you.’

Kate had no idea what time it was. She knew it was late, maybe 1am, and that everyone in the tower was asleep, besides Tony but that man never sleeps. Sweat was pouring down her arms as she swung her fist into the punching bag. She was bouncing on the soles of her feet, sending her left fist, right fist, and left again. Her body was screaming for her to take a break, to rest, and curl up in bed with a cheesy rom com on. But it was her mind that wouldn’t allow her to stop.

Last month, Kate was sent on a simple recon mission with direct orders to not engage. She would observe the behavior and make notes of daily schedules and report back to the team. But something went wrong. She got made and a simple recon mission turned into a deadly shootout between her and some bodyguards ending in three civilians getting killed in the crossfire.

Sam told her it wasn’t her fault, that she did the best she could.

Clint told her it wasn’t her fault, that sometimes we can’t save everyone.

Natasha told her it wasn’t her fault, that in this line of work everything is uncertain.

It didn’t make Kate feel any better. She carried the deaths of those three innocent people with her as if she was the one that pulled the trigger. She spent hours in your room, crying, yelling, and being angry with herself. Kate believed she could have prevented this whole situation if she was better, if she tried harder, and so she needed to train. She was the last one in the gym after team workouts and the first one at the shooting range in the morning. In her free time, she would go over previous mission reports and take notes on strategies and techniques that previous agents before her used.

She was so focused on getting her punches to hit harder, and to feel stronger - she didn’t hear footsteps come up behind her. ‘Kate,’ You said. She spun around quickly, being startled by another presence. Her chest rapidly rising and falling.

‘Y/n, what are you doing up?’ Your hair was sticking up and your eyes were still laced with sleep, a blanket was wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

‘I feel like I should be asking you that question. Kate, it’s two in the morning.’ Kate sighed, nodding.

‘I know I know. I just needed to get a few more sets in. I have a mission coming up.’ You smiled at her.

‘What you need is sleep.’

‘No I need to train harder, to be better. What if-what if I fail again?’ Your face softened. ‘I can’t fail again. It will break me.’ Kate shook her head. ‘Why are you up?’ She asked. Your smile fell immediately, your shoulders sunk in, and you looked so small.

‘I had a nightmare. I went to your room and you weren’t there. FRIDAY told me where to find you.’ Nightmares. Your time at HYDRA made you face horrific scenes and they made you torute individuals they deemed a threat to their cause. It plagued your mind. They were more common when you first arrived at the tower, keeping you up every night. Over time, your mind started to heal and they weren’t as frequent. But after every nightmare without fail you make your way into Kate’s room and climb into her bed. Her arms wrapped around you and you fell back to sleep instantly, safe in Kate’s arms. Kate cursed herself.

‘I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.’

‘It’s fine.’

‘It’s not fine. I told you I would be there whenever you had one and I wasn’t.’ She pinched the bridge of her nose. ‘God I can’t do anything right.’

‘Stop that,’ You wrapped your blanket around her so you were both cocooned in it. You held her tight, trying to squeeze all the self-doubt out of her. Finally, you pulled her out of the hug. ‘You are one of the strongest and smartest people I know. You have an incredible heart that cares so much for others. You are more than deserving to be on this team no matter what those voices in your head say. But,’ You pushed some of the hair out of her face that had fallen out of her pony-tail. ‘You need sleep.’ You bit her lip and scrunched your nose. ‘And a shower.’ Kate laughed, throwing her head back. When she looked back at you she was smiling. The weight of wanting to be perfect was still resting on her shoulders but you always made it seem bearable. She was constantly trying to live up to everyone’s unrealistic expectations of who she should be. ‘Let’s get you to bed?’ You questioned. Kate nodded.

‘Thank you. Whenever I over think the little things in my head you seem to always help me catch my breath.’

‘Why are you sulking over here?’ America asked, sitting next to Kate. She singled for the bartender.

‘I’m not sulking. I am thinking.’

‘Isn’t the point of drinking to stop thinking?’ America laughed. ‘What are you thinking about?’

‘I’m in love with y/n.’

‘I know.’ America ordered a tequila sunrise. She always said that this universe has the worst types of alcohol and if she was going to have a drink, it would be with tequila. Kate thought she was crazy.

‘You know?!?’ Kate questioned, eyes wide, and almost dropped her glass from her hand. America sipped on her drink that the bartender put in front of her.

‘I think the whole tower knows besides you,’ America laughed. ‘To make you feel better she is just as oblivious of her feelings for you.’ Kate’s jaw dropped. America closed her mouth with her finger.

‘Where is she?’ She asked.

‘Your girl went to the roof. Go get her Hawkeye.’ Kate stumbled off the barstool, almost knocking to the ground but America caught it with a laugh. She walked through the crowded floor, mumbling out apologies as stumbled into people as she ran for the elevator. She stepped in it and pushed the button for the roof. As the doors closed, she pushed it again, willing for the metal box to move faster. Finally, it opened to the roof. She found you instantly, looking out towards the city skyline. Kate took a deep breath and tried to claim her racing heart as she walked over to you

‘Hey you,’ She said leaning against the railing.

‘Hey, enjoying the party?’ Kate shrugged.

‘It’s been fun. How about you, Miss Center of Attention?’ You rolled your eyes with a groan.

‘They would not leave me alone. Thank god for America or I would have lost it.’ Kate chuckled. She bit her lip looking at your dress.

‘You look beautiful tonight.’ Kate whispered and she watched as your cheeks flushed with color.

‘Thank you.’ You faced her, fixing her jacket as it was a little disheveled from running to the elevator. ‘You don’t look half bad yourself. Whoever picked this suit is a genius.’ Kate laughed, throwing her head back.

‘Way to inflate your ego even more.’ She said, flicking your nose.

‘My ego is always inflated.’ You still had your hands on her jacket and your nose wrinkled. ‘Have you been drinking, Miss Bishop?’

‘I’ve had two drinks.’ She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth as she thought. ‘Well Yelena made the second one so probably like 5.’ You giggled. Kate pushed a loose hair behind your ear, staring into your (y/e/c) eyes. Her stomach dropped. She got so nervous looking into your eyes. Butterflies erupted in her stomach.

‘Y/n.’

‘Kate.’ You said with a smile. God, your smile. She pushed the anxious feeling that rose in her stomach down. Maybe Peter was right. No matter what happened you both would be friends and it could make you both happier.

‘You’re everything that I want but I didn’t think I’d find.’ Kate said, slowly watching your face for any type of reaction. ‘You are someone worth all the years of my heartbreak and all the bullshit my family put me through because it led me to you. I know now I found the one I love.’ Your eyes shined with unshed tears.

‘You're drunk.’

‘No I’m sober.’ You turn your head to the side. ‘Okay maybe tipsy but I love the way you can’t still an hour in a day. I’m so in love we could run away because we are enough.’ Kate cupped her cheeks and brought you closer. You felt her breath against your lips. Goosebumps rose across your body. ‘Let me be a home for you; for everything, good or bad because I know it’s worth it.

‘Kate.’

‘Yes?’

‘Kiss me.’ The kiss was soft, a mixture of nerves, and uncertainty. You pulled away, ending the kiss way too soon for Kate’s liking, and rested your forehead against hers.

‘I love you Kate Bishop.’

‘I love you too.’ You pulled her into another kiss. Her hands were resting on your neck, moved down your shoulders, and landed on your waist. The kiss had more confidence as Kate pulled you closer to her.

‘Finally!’ You jumped away from Kate and looked towards the door. Peter, MJ, Yelena, and America were walking onto the roof. They had plates of food and unopened bottles of liquor in their hands. You hid your face in Kate’s neck, hiding your blush from your friends. Kate chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

‘What are you guys doing?’ Kate asked.

‘We didn’t want to miss the show.’ Yelena said, wiggling her eyebrows. America slapped her on her chest.

‘Don’t be gross. Stark is about to set off fireworks and the roof is the best place to watch.’ MJ laid out the blanket and Peter placed food he had in his hands down. Yelena started to mix a few drinks.

‘Don’t make it as strong as you made that long island.’ Kate warned. Yelena rolled her eyes.

‘It gave you courage to make a move. What is it called?’ She asked, snapping her fingers. You sat down, holding out your hand for Kate to take it.

‘Liquid courage.’ You said.

‘Yes!’ Yelena exclaimed, slapping her hand against her leg. Kate mumbled something underneath her breath. You smiled and kissed her cheek as she laid against your chest.

‘Shows about to start.’ Peter said, looking down at his phone. He put his arm around MJ and they all looked into the sky as it filled with color from Tony’s fireworks display. You hugged Kate tight as each one exploded and she looked up at you.

‘You okay?’ She asked. You smiled, kissing her forehead. As your lips touched her skin, her eyes closed, and she enjoyed the feeling.

‘I found the one I love.’

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