Keva, 24yo, she/her. The intention of this blog is to share my imagination, instead of having it running freely inside of head. Mostly it will be about Kate Bishop, truth be told. English is not my first language.
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"So just how many cases have you gotten so far, Kate Bishop?" "I'll have you know that since the inaugural opening of Hawkeye Investigations, I've taken on 5 new, definitely real, definitely paid their deposits, clients." "And how many were of cheating wives and husbands?" "...Four... BUT! One of them was about a missing guinea pig. Yeah, that one was kinda weird."
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Just wondering, can Petra Parker and Kate Bishop co exist in the same universe?
Petra and Kate continue conversing happily…
Petra: do you like Star Wars?!
Kate: are you kidding?! Han Solo all the way!
The two scream in delight…
Petra: it’s like we’re twins separated at birth!
Kate: I know right? I gotta introduce you to my dog Lucky!
Y/N Stark walks in…
Y/N: Petra, we have a new recruit arriving-
Y/N freezes at the two identical gals…
Kate: dating a Stark?
Petra: oh yeah
Kate: handsome one too. Atta girl!
Y/N: too much beauty
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Having Kate Bishop as a Girlfriend means…
a/n: my brain is so fried. i have a few drafts begging me to give them the proper attention, but i cba. so while i take out my brain and blow on it like a Nintendo game cartridge , enjoy this cute little whatever-this-is <3 (also brb, rewatching hawkeye because i fucking miss kate)
Getting a very hands-on lesson when she teaches you archery (i’m talking hands on the waist/hips. mumbling reassurances in your ear, probably making you so flustered that you miss the target entirely, and of course she teases you for it)
Taking Lucky on walks together
Holding hands all the time
Crashing at her place almost every night
Borrowing her shirts, hoodies, shorts, sweatpants. Basically, her wardrobe becomes your wardrobe
No shortage of ‘old man’ jokes at Clint’s expense
Worrying about her when she goes off on missions
Neck kisses, shoulder kisses, FINGERTIP KISSES (also finger-sucking but you didn’t hear that from me)
Sometimes, her rich kid tendencies will rear their ugly head and she’ll buy you something expensive. And even though you tell her time and again that you don’t need expensive gifts, you also know it’s going to happen again
in a similar vein, she can’t WAIT for your birthday or the holidays so she can spoil you
Pet names. sometimes normal ones like ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. But often times, it’s unconventional ones like ‘captain’ or ‘ma’am’. and if you’re honest, you kind of prefer those instead
Kate is usually the big spoon. she’ll settle with being the little spoon sometimes. but only sometimes, and she’ll definitely pout about it first. she likes to be the one to hold you
Slow kisses that make your head spin (and you know she kisses with tongue COME ON)
Showers together where you wash each other’s hair
Watching Kate and Yelena bicker with each other is always the highlight of your day
She always checks in with you during sex. (“do you trust me?” “is this okay?” “how does that feel, baby?” “Do you like that?”) because consent is hot and incredibly important
In that same vein, she always asks you to look at her when you’re about to cum
She’s into a lot of things/has a lot of kinks, but of course she always asks you if you’re willing to try them first. she’s very coy about it and you find it fucking adorable
She’s an ass girl, so….you can expect a lot of comments about how great your ass looks. and can definitely guarantee she’ll be giving it playful smacks when you pass her
She’s fiercely protective and would never let anything or anyone hurt you
She’s incredibly talkative, but you know this. you love hearing her talk, even if she’s just rambling about trick arrows or what sort of shenanigans Lucky got into that day. you’d listen to her speak at length about any topic because you love her voice, and you love her
You know she wanted to say the first ‘I love you.’ you could see it in her eyes. but she was a little shy, and she needed a little help, so you lovingly beat her to the punch. Once you say it, it gives her the confidence and the courage to say it too. and she says it several times because she likes the way it sounds
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Buy Me a Coffee... sort of.
This is not something I want to do, nor have I ever considered doing it in the past. I write because it is something I enjoy, it always has been. There is something so warm and nuturing about the community that's been fostered here.
I've been clear about how hectic life has been for me lately, and it's gravely cut back on my writing time. But, my mother has had awful health issues these last few months. She's been in the hosptial recovering from three massive strokes. She's lost her ability to speak, and to move, and the private insurance she's hanging onto now is being discontinued. They're going to kick her out on the 8th of July.
Unfortunately, I live in a different state across the country and while she's been in the hospital, her home has been condemned. Therefore, we are fundraising so we can move my mother to a facility until we hear back from disability and Medicare.
We have to pay out of pocket for the next two months for the facility. 3500 dollars a month to keep her off the streets, and safe, when she can't even walk on her own.
I'm going to link the gofundme here. I don't want anyone to feel the pressure to donate. There are people in worse situations than me, I'm just striving to make sure my only caregiver as a child is cared for now.
This link will be at the very top of my published fics from this moment on. If people could share this, that would be amazing. We don't have much time, and anything can help.
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I'm partially back
I just wanted to drop by and apologize for the lack of posts on Crimson Threads. I'm really sorry. I got my computer working and then my phone simply broke lol.
I also wanted to revise Crimson Threads (I've been stressed about some unpublished chapters, I think I can do better), but I didn't have time to. Hopefully when I get a break from college I'll be able to post the rest of the series.
I really feel like this Spidey gif, jeez.
#kate bishop#mcu#hawkeye#kate bishop fanfiction#kate bishop imagine#kate bishop x fem!reader#kate bishop x female reader#hailee steinfeld#kate bishop x reader#kate bishop fluff
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Kate Bishop headcanons
pairing: kate bishop x fem!reader
word count: 2.4k
warnings: possibly bad grammar, swearing
an: here is little something, i´m kinda having hard time to write a full fic at the moment, but i hope i will get there eventually!
Kate Bishop hates mornings as much as you do, but she will wake up before you to make you your favorite breakfast.
Sometimes you argue about that, since she is still the one recovering from the mission. And you should be the one taking care of her.
She always chooses and buys some take out for you, since she knows you´re the worst at chosing what to eat and in return you always chose the movie or a show to watch later together.
"We´re both indecisive, but you chosing a movie and me chosing a food, sounds like the best compromise we could ever think off." She proudly states.
Kate who always makes sure you drink plenty of water during the day, because there was one time you almost passed out from not drinking a single glass.
"Ugh…" you sigh.
Kate´s eyes move from her phone to you, "you okay?"
You nod slowly, while closing your eyes, "my head just hurts."
She knows the answer to her question, but she still asks, "how many glasses of water did you drink today?" Her head tilting slightly, already knowing you will try to lie your way out of this. Like you always do.
"A few-" you open your eyes, the archer already looking at you with her eyebrow raised, "would be nice, if I had, but uh none. I didn´t drink any, but that´s not the caus-"
Kate is so used to your little water issue, so she just stand up and goes to the kitchen, pouring you a glass of water and then coming back. "Drink it and no buts."
If you didn´t know Kate, you would be imitaded, but you´re not, already planning some smart remark, but the headache starts to be real pain in the ass. So with defeat you take the glass and drink it.
"Good, you can thank me later." Kate smiles and goes to pour you some more.
"I don´t see the point, the only thing it makes me do is to go pee, not a better skin, not making the headache go away, I don´t feel fresh at all…" You mumble under your breath, while Kate just chuckles at your words.
After some time you feel better and you hate to admit it, but Kate notices, she always notice the small things about you.
"Feeling better?"
Teaching Lucky to find you, just so she can have an excuse to talk to you.
"Where is (Y/N)?" Kate asks looking at Lucky.
"Miss (Y/L/N) is in her own room at the moment." The A.I. voice speak up.
Kate just sighs, "thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y."
Sometimes Lucky is just full of Kate being a 'subtle' attention seeker.
When you two are cooking, it is always a disaster, not that you can´t cook, Wanda taught you something, but it is just too chaotic with Kate, that you are kinda banned to be in the kitchen together making something other than cereals.
"Wanda are you for real?" You look at the readhead putting a photo of you and Kate on the fridge with a big 'X' on it.
"It needs to be done, you two are horrible!" She looks at you.
"It was not my fault-" you try to argue, but there is no way you´re winning this fight.
Wanda cuts you off, "how do you start a fire, while making spaghetti?!"
You throw your hands up in a surrender, "I don´t know, ask Kate!"
Kate who is always taking your side, no matter what Pietro is arguying with you about.
"Pineapple is not bad on pizza," Pietro looks at you, annoyed.
"It is a crime. You don´t put blueberries on pizza either." You state your own thoughts.
"Oh my god, really?" Pietro throw his hands around.
"What do you think, Kate?" You look at her.
"I think (Y/N) is right, it is not the pizza I would choose." Kate chuckles.
"We ate pineapple pizza together, Bishop!" Pietro argues and you just look at Kate.
"I- yeah we did, but I still thinks there are way better pizzas in the world." Kate shrugs.
"See?" You look at Pietro.
"She said that there are better pizzas, not that it is a crime!" You don´t talk about pinaaapple pizza in the household anymore.
She insists that you walk Lucky with her because she's worried he might see a deer and run off. She definitely can't walk him alone since she's still 'recovering'.
You´re laying on the couch, watching whatever show is playing on the TV, you´re kinda existing, just taking a break on the Sunday afternoon. Not really planing on doing anything more than lay and relax.
Until Kate rushes in with Lucky, who jumps on you and licks your face.
You giggle, "hey buddy, hi, hi, hi," you pet his head.
"Come on," Kate says as Lucky jumps down from the couch, "you too, sleepyhead."
"Hm? Why?" You yawn.
"We´re going out, on a walk."
"Do we have to?" You groan.
Kate shrugs, "I was thinking you would join us, since Lucky is just hyperactive and I´m not really sure if I can hold him." And just like that, you´re up. Sometimes you´re listening better than Lucky does.
"I´ll just get my jacket," Kate gives you the jacket you were mentioning, "oh, thanks," you smile.
The whole time you we´re making sure Kate is feeling okay, in fact she was feeling just amazing and Lucky was happy that two of his favorite people are walking with him.
Kate who is always appearing in your room, because Yelena taught her so, when she´s bored.
After a long day of training with Natasha you finally come to your room, throwing your stuff on the chair, but missing.
"That was a shitty throw," you hear Kate says.
"Oh my god!" You jump at the sudden voice, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you."
"Jesus christ…" you shake your head.
"Nope, just me," she smiles.
You look at her, rolling your eyes.
"That´s all the exitement I will get from you?"
"I saw you this morning," you take the workout clothes that are on the ground and put them on the chair.
"Yeah, that was twelve hours ago…" Kate pouts.
You look at her once more, "weren´t you supposed to do some paperwork?"
"All done," she smiles proudly, "but then I got bored so I went to see you."
"And how long ago that was?"
"4 hours ago…"
"You were waiting here for four hours? Wouldn´t be easier to go to the gym and find me?" You´re trying to understand the achers thought proces.
"Maybe, but I wanted to see if I can use what Yelena taught me… sneak in and attack, both worked." She says while moving her hands, probably to gesture the attack.
You nod, still not really understadning what´s going on right now, "well I keep my doors unlocked all the time, so that was not that hard, Katie. And I would never in my dreams thought about you waiting here for me for four hours, so yeah, the 'attack' worked." You admit to her.
"Not even in your dreams? Damn." Ugh, how you hated when she did that, this friendly flirting, it was kinda killing you, but it was on the daily basis for her.
You and her both are always rambling about something you are passionate about and the other one is always listening, no matter how obscure the topic is.
"So I dowlanded this app, and it tracks your steps and it shows you how long it would take you to go to the Mordor. And it is really cool, like it shows you all this achivements and you have your own character." You open your phone to show Kate the app.
"Wow, that is really nice. So how long will it take you?" Kate asks looking back at you.
"Well, since this week I was just walking Lucky or laying on my ass it says…" you look at the date, "I´ll be there in July 17th"
Kate hums, "that´s good."
"2025," you add.
"Oh… is it that far away?"
"I think Frodo was there in 183 days, but he was walking all day everyday, or running and since I don´t really have to save the world I´m not in a big rush." You giggle, "did you know that even though Frodo was the hero who saved the Middle-Earth, Hobbits were actually hunted for fun?"
"I didn´t know that, no." Kate shakes her head.
"It is so fascinating to me that this world has sooo much to offer like, few weeks ago I read a book about all the battles and wars there´s been." And there goes your ramble.
"You never told me your favorite character." Kate smiles as she notices your eyes sparkling with exitement.
"That is a tough one, I can´t really say the top one, because that is just impossible, but I really do like the whole trio of Aragon, Gimli and Legolas…" as you start to ramble Kate obviously gets lost a bit, but it is nice to see you talk about stuff you love.
And the same goes all the other way around.
"(Y/N)! Look!" Kate shows you the new arrows she made with Clint.
"Oh, that is very nice!" You smile as you take on in your hand, "and it´s light, how did you make it so light?"
"It is! First, I started with high-quality carbon shafts because they're super strong and lightweight. Then, I carefully attached the fletchings – those are the feathers at the back to ensure they stabilize the arrow in flight. Then I used a jig to make sure they're perfectly aligned. For the tips, I have a variety of arrowheads, depending on what I need broadheads for hunting, blunted tips for practice, and even some trick arrows with special gadgets."
"So what´s the difference between this one and the one you showed me last week?"
"Oh, good question!" Kate nods. "Last week's arrow was designed for target practice, so it had a simple field point tip and plastic fletchings for durability. This one, though, is a trick arrow… I've added a grappling hook mechanism inside the shaft! The fletchings are a bit more aerodynamic too, made from real feathers for smoother flight. Plus, the nock has a small LED light that activates when it's shot, making it perfect for night missions."
She is always suportive of you, until the whole team is having a game night. Kate can turn into someone sooo competitive and it is just someone else.
"UNO baby!" Pietro yells as he places red one on the table.
That didn´t last long, Wanda put +2 and then Kate did, you did, Yelena did and Pietro had to take 8 cards, which made Pietro almost lose it.
Now it is your turn, "UNO, thank you very much," you put down blue seven. No one has another blue, which is just perfect for you, since your last card is blue six, you are already preparing some winning speech, but then Kate steps in and places +4.
Kate smiles at you, "thank you very much," she mocks you.
And then another round comes and she gives you another +4.
"Can you stop?" You look at her, being slightly frustrated.
"Game is a game, (Y/N)." She shrugs.
The game night ends with Wanda and Yelena laughing, Pietro almost crying, you having 26 cards and Kate winning.
Doing silly quizzes together, you found on the internet. Are you a spoon or a fork?
"You are a definetly a spoon." Kate mumbles as she clicks on some answer on her phone.
"What makes you say that?" You look at her.
"You´re small, cute and you wouldn´t hurt anyone," she says without missing a beat.
"None of that is true… I´m not that small and I could hurt someone."
"I´m taller than you, so yes, you´re small. And you cannot hurt someone." Her bright eyes finally looks into yours.
"Im an Avenger, I have to hurt someone." You are a bit offended.
"Yeah, but like a spoon, you won´t do much damage. Not because you´re weak, but because you choose not to."
"You can poke someone's eye out with spoon though."
Kate nods, "but you only do it in a case of emergency…"
"Who would choose a fork as a weapon?" Kate chuckles at your words.
"That is not the point, (Y/N)."
It turns out, you are really a spoon and she is a fork, but to this day you still have zero idea what it really means. It is still a stupid quizz online at the end of the day.
Showing eachother things that reminded you of eachother.
"I got something for you…" Kate says as she unclips Lucky´s leash.
"You got something for me?" You smile and close your book.
"Yup, now close your eyes and give me your hand." She was outisde so you can feel how cold her hand is, it sends small shivers down your body.
Kate places something small in your hand, it is also cold, you can´t really guess what it is, "open."
When you open your eyes, you look down on your hand, only to find a tiny coffee mug.
You let out a chuckle, "that is so adorable!"
"Tiny mug for an even tinier person." Kate chuckles, "and look inside."
"No way!" In the bottom of the mug, there is small frog painted, it is so tiny you wouldn´t really noticed it is in there.
Her teaching you how to use bow and you being not so perfect at it.
"I though this would be much easier," you say when you have problem to even draw an arrow.
"You need to just take a deep breath and concetnrate on the red dot over there, okay?" Kate whispers while being really close to you, which is not helping.
And you missed again.
"Not bad, at least you released the arrow," she tries to comfort you.
You sigh, "why does it look so easy, it looks so cool, when Katniss is doing it."
Kate´s eyebrow raise, "like Everdeen?"
"You know any other archer who´s name is Katniss?" You turn to face Kate.
"No, but I know better archer than her… me maybe?" You notice that Kate´s posture straightens. She looks offended.
You chuckle and nod, "right, well… I think that Katniss would teach me how to shoot the arrow properly, or at least hit the target." You tease, knowing what will happen.
"Like I can´t do that? Pfff, turn around." Her hands slides on your waist, making your body face the target. Kate taps on your thigh for you to move your leg slightly. "Be straight," that's easier said than done. "And keep your shoulders and your whole back in one line, don´t be too forward or too backwards," she mumbles and her hands slide on your lower back. "Just like that and when you´re feeling ready, just draw the arrow, take a deep breath, release the arrow and exhale."
You did what she told you to, it turns out that listening orders from women is kinda your strenght, and when you released the arrow, it didn´t really hit the middle, but it defiently did hit the target.
"Oh my god! It went over there!" You jump with happiness, "I did it!"
"Yeah you did, that was a good shot." She smirks, "so is Katniss still better archer than me?"
Thank you for reading! <3
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I don't really use this much but hey thought I might as well come here and test it out. My name is Myst and I am creating a Yelena Belova fan comic called Torn Ledger with the talented artist @doubleleaf. We are about 2 issues in right now and we have about 1 a year coming out. If you want to support the comic and read it at a less compressed quality you can find it at https://www.patreon.com/user?u=3520562 Writing: Me Interiors and Colors: @doubleleaf Cover: @evanezco Special Thanks: @critter-of-habit
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The author's curse... it's real-
Two weeks ago I was chuckling about the author's curse thinking "there's no way". Turns out, there IS way. This week my computer simply stopped working out of nowhere 💀 so, hey, no Crimson Threads until I get it working again. So sorry about this!
#Imneverlaughingatthisagain#hailee steinfeld#hawkeye#kate bishop fanfiction#kate bishop imagine#kate bishop x fem!reader#kate bishop x female reader#kate bishop x reader#crimsonthreads#kate bishop#mcu
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Chapter 3 - Reminisce
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
Summary: Kate's past comes crashing down on her when Kingpin's mafia makes her their new target.
Warnings: Invasions, murder, mentions of death, I put the slow in slow burn, cursing, fighting. Reader's motives (basically involves all of the warnings).
Word Count: 2.2K
Author's note: This chapter has a huge plot twist, and it explains A LOT of the confusion. The reader's side of the story is harsh.
I Chapter One I Chapter Two I Chapter Three I Chapter Four I Chapter Five I Chapter Six I Chapter Seven I Chapter Eight I
I Masterlist I
Some people could never move on, and Kate was one of them.
And maybe that’s why she was able to unravel the secrets no one was looking for anymore.
She’d always go to her father’s study, despite her mother occupying the place now and having trinkets all over the place, it was the place where she mostly felt Derek’s presence. Not her room, not anywhere else. But the study.
A sudden curiosity had started rising upon her chest as she playfully searched every drawer on the desk, every dusty book on the shelves. She had no idea what happened when a sudden hidden door opened behind the books, throwing everything to the ground. She gasped, gripping the file quickly and going through the papers.
It was all evidence on someone named Kingpin, and things written in her father’s handwriting. Tears prickled on the archer’s eyes as she quickly closed the file and looked at the study. Did her mom know about this?
Doubtful, she made a point to forget Derek and that night, focusing solely on Kate and the company.
Kate put everything back in place and took the file with her. Everyone had thought her father’s killer being in jail had brought justice to his name, but Kate didn’t.
Because it had to be bigger than business deal gone wrong for people in tactical clothes to invade the place, wreaking havoc, murdering Derek in cold blood in the middle of the night in his study instead of waiting for when he went out to work. And it made much more sense for him to have pissed off someone named Kingpin than for someone to hire a mafia that only wore tracksuits – and wasn’t even wearing it in the attack.
If no one cared anymore, Kate did.
“Why are you helping me?” Kate questioned, studying the stranger’s movements. The woman had sat on the ground and was going through a part of backpack with some armory. “What’s even your name? I think I deserve those answers.”
“I saved your life, isn’t that enough?” The stranger dodged by making another query. She didn’t look at Kate, but her movements had become stiff, her breathing quickened by a notch. There was more to it, more than she was willing to share.
“No.” Kate shook her head, seating down in the opposite direction, eyeing the woman. “How can I trust your motives if I don’t know them? Or else, I’ll just call you Grumpy.”
The stranger’s eyes moved to meet Kate’s before she groaned in displeasure, as if she found that the most ungrateful act ever seen by humanity. As if Kate was her Judas.
“Name’s Y/n.” She says after a long moment of silence, barely looking at the raven-haired woman. “Kingpin…” The words seemed stuck in her throat. “His mafia killed someone important to me a long time ago.”
As Kate absorbed the stranger's words, a subtle shift in her demeanor caught her attention. Breaking the usual veneer of confidence and authority, there was a hint of sorrow, a glimpse of pain hidden behind steely resolve. It was a fleeting moment, gone in an instant, but it left a lingering impression on Kate's mind, a nagging curiosity about the Y/n’s past.
“Is that enough?” The woman’s voice and demeanor came back to its usual way. Serious, stoic. Like she didn’t care at all, but it made Kate feel like maybe she cared too much.
“No, but I doubt you’ll give me more.” Kate states as she looks at Y/n, trying to catch a hold of her, to understand her. But all she does is nod.
Y/n looks at Kate, who’s looking expectantly before Y/n huffs heavily, as if she’s making tremendous force just to open up. Although she seems to know that she has no choice but to say more. As much as she’s saving Kate’s ass, the archer is as stubborn as they come.
“Look.” Y/n starts before her jaw is tightly locked, anger seeping through her pores and being visible in her expression. It wasn’t directed at Kate, she wasn’t even looking at the archer. “I am well aware you have a lot of questions, but I do not have answers to all of them. Know that I hate Kingpin as much as you do, and our forces are stronger combined.”
“Fine.” Kate seems to realize that she won’t be able to push further than that. “At least now I know you won’t kill me.”
“Took you long enough to realize it.” Y/n said, eyeing a gun magazine like that was the most natural thing in the world. Then she pulled a vanity bag from the backpack and shoved it in the archer’s direction. “There’s a change of clothes in the backpack and some food there, if you want to eat.”
Kate eagerly opened the vanity bag, not wanting to keep looking at the stranger messing with guns. “Chocolate and energy bars? That’s food?”
“Excuse me for not having a five star Michelin meal, but we’re on the run.” Y/n shook her head in disbelief at that.
“Right, and you think chocolate will do good with the amount of adrenaline in our bodies? We’ll run alright, but to the nearby bathroom!” Kate shook her head negatively, picking up one of the energy bars and opening it up. “That’s the most embarrassing death ever, Grumpy.”
Y/n sighed and didn’t answer, she seemed to be finding Kate infuriating. Instead, she focused on something else, getting up. “I’ll keep guard, you should rest.”
The archer could only look as the woman got out of the room, closing the door behind her, the steps getting farther and farther. Kate sighed as she bit the energy bar before she seemed to finally realize, in the middle of rushing out of the place she didn’t pick her phone up. News travelled fast, her mom was influential and the owner of a security company, it was a matter of time before she discovered everything and sent a search party after Kate, which meant she could become a target too. Munching the food in pure anxiety, she allowed herself to fall into the sleeping bag.
What was the deal with Y/n, anyway? There was a lot to unpack there, and she certainly weren’t a therapist to help whatever the hell that was. But she couldn’t deny it, Grumpy Sneaky-McSaverson was going to be of help. And if anything, she was the only one Kate could rely at the moment.
It took all of Y/n’s self control to resist the urge to flee the room; The sensation of flying too close to the sun, akin to Icarus, was overwhelming. Being near Kate was overwhelming. Of course, Kate found her sketchy; the skepticism etched across her face made it painfully evident. Of course, she couldn’t comprehend why a stranger would possess such detailed information and risk everything to save her. Kate was intelligent, and it was only a matter of time before she realized that Y/n held more secrets than she was willing to divulge.
Until she realized that Y/n knew her.
It was like any other day. The warmth enveloped Y/n's heart as she finally arrived at the place that felt like home, where comforting hugs awaited, pecks elicited giggles, and the sweet smell of lavender lingered in the air—a scent she associated with her fiancée, Kate. She had, not so secretly, appropriated Kate’s favorite shirt to keep her presence close, even when they were apart.
“So I can have you near me, even if we’re afar.” Had been the motive for stealing the shirt, and truth be told, Y/n wasn’t lying.
But when Y/n reached Kate’s apartment, an eerie silence greeted her. The dog’s normal ruckus wasn’t heard - he normally seemed to sense her presence even before she stopped at the front door - and there was nothing to state her girlfriend was even home. The sound of arrows hitting their targets, laughter or any Taylor Swift album loudly blasting was conspicuously absent. Which was weird, because Kate knew she was coming and she knew better than to do pranks like this.
Upon trying to put the keys in the door, it opened slightly. Y/n finished to push it open, and the previously well-oiled door groaned ominously, revealing a scene of chaos within.
Her fiancé wasn’t the most organized person in the world, but this chaos was beyond her usual messiness. She cared for independence and all of the trinkets that were now scattered all around, broken beyond repair. Including many that Y/n had gifted her. The table was upside down, the couch had been ripped and was full of bullet holes. Y/n’s heart raced as she cautiously stepped inside, the crunch of glass beneath her feet punctuating the silence. It was part of the cheesy snowglobe they got last Christmas.
Kate loved that damn thing too much to not try to fix it immediately.
“Lucky?” Y/n called out softly, her voice tinged with fear as she spotted the dog's tail.
She approached Kate’s training spot underneath the stairs with trepidation, her senses on high alert, a sense of foreboding settling in her chest instead of the warm feeling that would always be there at the mere thought of the cozy apartment.
And then she saw him—Lucky, lying on his side, a pool of blood staining the floor beneath him, a stark contrast against his golden fur. He was gone. The vision made her heart and stomach drop, she used to think of Lucky as the first of their furry kids.
Y/n's voice caught in her throat as tears streamed down her cheeks. “No, Lucky…” With trembling hands, she brushed past shattered memories, each broken trinket a painful reminder of what had been lost and leaned down to mourn with a gentle hand caressing Lucky’s head when a sudden thought stopped her on her tracks.
Kate.
With a sinking heart and blood turning cold, Y/n rushed to the bedroom on the second floor upon realizing there was no sign of her lover on the first one. She stumbled over discarded and bloodied arrows, heart fast against ribs and loud against ears.
The bow was on the ground, and so was Kate’s motionless body. Eyes closed, her cozy sweater — the one Y/n had stolen so many times before was stained crimson in the chest. There was no rise and fall of her chest, no sign of the Kate full of life she once knew. Instead this was a pale shell of her fiancé. Y/n fell to her knees beside her, vision blurred with the amount of tears falling and praying for it to be a nightmare, the world spinning as she cradled Kate’s lifeless form.
Kate was dead. Murdered.
"This isn't how it ends. I'll find who's responsible," Eleanor had vowed as they stood side by side in the cemetery. But as Y/n stared blankly at Kate's tombstone, clutching Kate’s engagement ring-turned-necklace — the only tangible remnant of the woman she loved — she felt nothing but numbness. The tears had long dried up, leaving behind a hollow ache.
Despite Eleanor’s promise, three years passed. And Kate’s death remained unavenged when Y/n met her demise at the hands of the same culprit.
Isn't it ironic, she mused bitterly, to travel back in time and get a chance to save your fiancée from being murdered when you used to be a mere film student that could barely hold a camera without shaking too much?
Y/n wiped away her tears, upon waking up back in her younger self’s body, she realized that while she could relive those ten years, loving Kate all over again, she couldn’t prevent her from seeking vengeance against Kingpin. Kate would fall for her, but would she listen? Would she believe Y/n? Would she take the necessary precautions to stay safe? Kate was so fucking stubborn, and she wouldn’t bear the thought of Y/n spiraling down a dark path, becoming consumed by vengeance. That was not the justice Kate sought, but it was the only one effective enough to end the nightmare considering the archer would never let go, consequently neither would Y/n. Worst-case scenario, they'd both end up dead.
So, Y/n made a choice—to observe from afar, ensuring Kate's safety while she assumed the role of a monster, infiltrating the Tracksuit Mafia, gaining their trust without arousing suspicion. She'd bide her time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike, to eliminate the threat and save Kate. Despite the uncertainty surrounding her sudden journey through time, Y/n would use it to her advantage. All that mattered was keeping Kate alive, even if it meant that this was nothing more than her dying mind's attempt to make amends for failing to protect her.
And that's why, despite bringing Kate's favorite chocolate and energy bars, despite yearning to hold her close and assure her that everything would be alright, Y/n built walls around her heart. She'd save her fiancée this time, even if the cost was losing herself and everything she ever loved to do.
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Chapter 2 - Escape
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
Summary: Kate's past comes crashing down on her when Kingpin's mafia makes her their new target.
Warnings: Invasions, murder, mentions of death, I put the slow in slow burn, cursing, fighting.
Word Count: 1.2K
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The bold phrase was on repeat on Kate’s mind, mingling with a flood of questions racing through her thoughts.
“Because I’m your only chance at survival.”
If the stranger was her only chance to survive, why was that? As a matter of fact, how did she even get the information Kate would be in danger? Was she trustworthy or leading the archer into a trap? The stranger’s attire mirrored that of the invaders she had killed, sparking uncertainty and suspicion in Kate’s mind, overshadowing any semblance of trust she might have harbored.
Positioned in front of the archer as a shield, gun in hand, the stranger exuded calculated confidence. Kate’s protests were stifled by fear of the gun’s deadly potential and her own survival instincts. She realized she had little choice but to obey and hope for the best. She also had an agenda of her own. Once the woman gets her out of the apartment, she’ll bolt.
They slowly make it out to the corridor, where another man waited hidden in the shadows. They get jumped by someone that was built like a distant relative of Hulk’s. Both the guy and Kate had little time to process as the woman between them react, a kick between the legs had him on his knees, whimpering before she took his head and smashed against metal railing with such force, it bended. Dazed, the man barely had chance to respond before he was shoved down the stairs with ruthless efficiency. Her swift and decisive actions hinted at a deeper knowledge of combat tactics, even more deadly than the invaders swarming around.
Bullets pierced the air, prompting the stranger to retrieve her gun and usher Kate back to the relative safety of the bedroom. Kate’s heart pounded in her chest as she grappled with the gravity of the situation. How many adversaries were they facing? Was escape even possible?
“Fuck.” She complained in an angry sigh, breathing heavily.
“Do you think we can take them?” Kate asked, starting to believe that it wasn’t so bad that the stranger was there, saving her. Yes, she was shady and killed two – possibly three – people with ease, but there was no way she would get out of there alone.
“Now’s not the moment to make questions, but yes.” The woman hissed, her urgency justified by the noises coming through: the invaders were strategically moving to be able to get both.
The archer almost groans at the rudeness but chooses silence over confrontation. Observing the stranger’s tense demeanor, Kate sensed an undercurrent of desperation beneath her steely exterior as she tapped her vest and got a hold of something unclear.
“How long can you hold your breath?” The woman’s hand grazed Kate’s arm, prompting a surge of adrenaline as she braced herself for the unknown.
The whispered question was serious, Kate wasn’t. And in the face of danger, she impulsively used the stranger’s words against her. “That’s a question.”
“Bishop.” The woman says, more serious than before.
“I don’t know!” Kate’s mind raced, grappling with the unexpected query. “Thirty seconds?” She ventured, uncertainty tingeing her voice.
“It’ll have to do.” the stranger replied tersely, revealing a bomb, and issuing swift instructions. “This will make it difficult for them to see us, but when it explodes do not breath in or you’ll pass out. When I run, go to the door to the rooftop and hide, I’ll be behind you. Got it?”
Kate gives her a short and fast nod, pulse quickening as she absorbed the gravity of their predicament.
The stranger nods and pulls the pin, holding it for a second before throwing it high. The explosion rocked the apartment, casting chaos and confusion in its wake, fog rapidly gaining space as the invaders screamed downstairs. Kate stopped breathing and followed as the woman rushed outside, shooting someone that was coughing on the steps.
“Run!” The stranger commanded, her voice the only thing grounding Kate in the chaos.
Kate sprinted with a newfound sense of purpose, her senses heightened by fear and desperation. She wanted to curse herself and the way she double checked if every door was locked before sleeping, until she turned the doorknob and saw the way to her freedom. There was nothing and no one in the rooftop but darkness, she sought refuge behind a weathered air conditioning unit, her breaths ragged and shallow. Moments later, the stranger appeared, her presence a welcome reassurance amidst the turmoil.
“C’mon, we don’t have much time.” Her savior urged, extending a hand to Kate.
Gripping the stranger’s hand with trembling fingers, Kate allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. As they fled down the fire escape, Kate’s mind buzzed with conflicting emotions. Fear warred with relief, uncertainty mingled with gratitude.
Kate regretted many things in life, and still being weak despite years of training was one of them. Blindly following someone that so easily kills, hopping on a motorcycle with an unknown destination, all while praying it wouldn’t lead to a trap, only added to her list of regrets. It was stupid, she should’ve run away already.
Their destination, an abandoned warehouse, did little to ease her unease.
“Are you trying to get me alone to kill me?” Kate half-joked as they entered the dusty and dark place, removing the helmet as the stranger closed the door behind them.
“Don’t you think I could’ve done that already?” The woman's tone held no trace of amusement, revealing a simmering impatience as she maneuvered her bike deeper into the warehouse.
Seeking answers to quiet her racing mind and pounding heart, Kate pressed further. "Okay, then explain to me how someone I don’t know was out to protect me, dressing just the same as the people who attempted to murder me?"
The other remained silent at first, leading them to a secluded room that – once the door was open – stood out amidst the warehouse's dilapidated surroundings. Clean and organized, it held a backpack, and two sleeping bags. The stranger moved with familiarity, retrieving a powerful flashlight from one of her many pockets and illuminating the room before starting to shed the glasses, helmet and balaclava. As she turned to face Kate, the archer was struck by her beauty despite the disheveled appearance and traces of blood – that clearly wasn’t hers – on her face.
But now was not the time for such thoughts.
“Long story short, you managed to piss off the king of New York.” The woman stated matter-of-factly, her gaze as serious as her voice as she removed her bulletproof vest. “You thought you could use your family’s company to search here, hack there and no one would notice or care because you’re a star athlete that barely has time to breathe between maintaining a 4.8 GPA and competitions for an overwhelming amount of sports.”
Kate lifted her chin defiantly, attempting to mask her uncertainty with her usual unwavering confidence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."
The woman emitted a dry chuckle before meeting Kate’s gaze once again. “I suggest you start jogging that memory of yours, Bishop, because the bounty in that pretty head of yours is enough to move an entire army.”
Kate's throat tightened at the revelation, feeling cornered and vulnerable, the echoes of her past struggles resurfacing once again. Under different circumstances, she was now Derek Bishop facing the barrel of a gun.
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Chapter One - Invasion
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
Summary: Kate's past comes crashing down on her when Kingpin's mafia makes her their new target.
Warnings: Invasions, murder, mentions of death, I put the slow in slow burn, cursing, fighting.
Word Count: 1.1K
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Kate has always been somewhat of a heavy sleeper, so much that the trait had become a running joke amongst the Bishop family. On school days, either Derek or Eleanor – her parents – would start waking her up thirty minutes before the alarm, knowing she needed extra time to shake off the her sleepiness. For thirty minutes, she’d be in an almost sleepwalking state. Not quite awake, not quite asleep. The somewhere in between, staring blankly into space as if contemplating deeply the mysteries of the universe. There were so many pictures of her staring into the void after waking up, it wasn’t even funny.
Loud conversations or the softest touch wouldn’t wake Katherine Elizabeth Bishop. But her deep slumber didn’t apply when it came to the noise of glass shattering against the floor, doors breaking, screams and gunshots.
Kate jolted up in her bed of her dimly lit room, suddenly completely awake – and terrified.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
Her screams of horror didn’t seem to be heard, and she bolted out of her room, running from the corridor to her parent’s room, where the bed was still perfectly organized. They never went to bed. Immediately Kate ran to the first floor of the penthouse, feeling like her heart was a short beat away from exploding inside her chest. Kate could barely see in the dark of dawn, and in her desperation the girl failed to notice the sharp pieces of broken glass, accidentally stepping on it. She winced and looked down, tears prickling from her eyes upon seeing the red liquid oozing from the wound.
“Mommy!”
The ten-year-old tried again, taking the sharp glass from her feet. The windows on the ceiling that provided little light had been broken, for some weird miracle the chandelier didn’t fall with it. Kate continued to limp on her path to her dad’s study when her mom suddenly approached from behind, engulfing Kate, and pulling her out of the way of the study before she saw anything in the moonlit room.
Eleanor was bloodied, shaking, tears falling freely from her eyes as she hugged Kate strongly. “I’m here, sweetie, I’m here.”
A loud gasp escaped from Kate’s lips as she sat on the bed, small droplets of sweat forming on her forehead. Her dad had died twelve years ago, and since then it was easier to wake up on time to her duties, considering that several nights she’d wake up like this.
Breathless, sweating, missing her father. And several hours before her alarm.
“It was a business partnership gone wrong,” Kate could hear it all over again, the cops talking to her mom as young Kate pretended not to listen. “this is Tracksuit Mafia MO. We will bring justice to your family, Mrs. Bishop.”
Justice? Kate wanted to let out a bittersweet chuckle at the memory. Against Kingpin’s mafia there was no such thing. Even if the man that pulled the trigger had been behind bars for years from killing such an important person, the pain and the memory were still very much free inside the archer’s mind, more often than not Kate would go to sleep and relive that night all over again. There was no relief if Kingpin was still out there, reigning over New York and walking around like he owned the streets, meanwhile Derek Bishop had turned into just another statistic number in the incredibly bloodied hands of Wilson Fisk.
Small noises or the softest touch would easily wake Katherine Elizabeth Bishop now, but this time, when the noise of glass shattering against the floor and doors breaking reverberate around the apartment, she was already up. Kate jolted up to her feet on her dimly lit room, and despite always thinking about that fateful night and what she’d do different, the archer dropped to her feet, hiding behind the bed with trembling limbs. Fear mixed with the worst of nostalgias. Everything seemed to be the same, she could barely hear anything considering how loud her heart was beating, the similarity making her feel like a little defenseless kid all over again. This time Eleanor was not around and Kate seemed to be the obvious target.
The noise of quick steps fill the apartment and Kate can see the faint reflection of lights bouncing on the ceiling of her room and getting clearly stronger by the second. The raven-haired woman held her breath, getting ready for the inevitable when the light strongly hit the wall just next to her, a few centimeters to the side.
She counts the steps the invader takes inside the room.
One.
Two.
A sickening crack followed by the dull thud of a body falling, the light on the wall dropped too, hitting a weird angle in the corner of another wall, declaring loud and clear that the archer could have a 4.8 GPA, but she was horrible in cleaning spider webs in corners.
One.
Two.
Three.
The steps seem to take their time as a barely lit silhouette in black tactical clothes and a silenced pistol stopped in front of Kate, looming over her as intimidating as a predator, gun pointed straight at Kate’s head before lowering it slowly. The archer held a gulp. There’s a pause as they look at each other – Kate thinking how to gain the upper hand by using her karate against someone that clearly knew how to fight way better and could end her life in the blink of an eye.
“Kate Bishop.” A confident but low female voice vibrates around the room.
“Who wants to know?” Kate questions as she raises one eyebrow and her chin, a failed attempt to appear fearless despite the fact she was hiding behind her bed rather cowardly.
The noise of broken glass being stepped on broke Kate’s fake confidence and the conversation, the stranger looks in the direction of the portal leading to the corridor, getting in the position to fire her gun once again. Another flashlight hit the wall, but just as quick the silenced gun fired. The stranger remained up as there was another thud, now over Kate’s nightstand and significantly louder, dropping her books and lampshade on its way to the ground, blood dripping over her floor.
“We have no time for that, c’mon.” Her ‘savior’ mumbled and turned in her direction, crouching slightly and raising one hand as an offer for Kate.
But the raven-haired woman was as stubborn as they come, she eyed the gloved hand with wariness, not making a move. “Why would I take your hand?”
The stranger gripped Kate’s arm, seemingly losing all her patience, and pulled the archer up in one strong pull, whispering in strong conviction. “Because I’m your only chance at survival.”
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Crimson Threads
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
Summary: Kate's past comes crashing down on her when Kingpin's mafia makes her their new target.
Warnings: Invasions, murder, mentions of death, I put the slow in slow burn, cursing, fighting.
Status: Ongoing - Updates Saturday and Sunday.
Word Count: Around 17K (all chapters).
Author's note: English is not my first language, so I tried my best to use the dictionary lol. Also, the banner looks like from a romcom, but there's nothing romcom about the story. This is basically Marvel without powers.
Chapter One - Invasion
Chapter Two - Escape
Chapter Three - Reminisce
Chapter Four - Traitor
Chapter Five - Friends
Chapter Six - Home
Chapter Seven - Endgame
Chapter Eight - Lucky
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Wheezed hard and then remembered english isn't my mother tongue oof
me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???
my brain:
my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………
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So, for those interested in my upcoming Kate AU fic here's some updates - 03/22/24
MAJOR progress!!!!!
Last update I was rewriting everything, now we have 7 completed chapters. That's crazy lol;
The AU could legit already be finished BUT it's my exams week, I wrote as much as I could;
I wanted to post on my birthday next week, but I'll take some time to revise - and actually finish lol - the story, so the launch date can be either March 31st (celebrating my 1 year on tumblr) or April 1st;
And yeah, the AU will probably have only 8 chapters (I'm not opposed to write a spin-off if you guys are interested in it once the fic ends);
See y'all very soon!
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