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scmg11 · 2 years ago

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KATE BISHOP x READER

JEALOUSY

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO! How are you guys? I hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night!

Here's a bit longer chapter to make up my absence these weeks! ❤️

As always let me know what you think! 🤓❤️

Sending so so much love ❤️

Summary: Y/N and Kate are on a mission, but the archer is not so fond of a particular part of their plan. Her jealousy leads them to confess their feelings and smut ensues.

Warnings: smut.

Word count: 15103 words.

Y/N was in the middle of drinking some needed water after her intense workout when a body suddenly crushed onto her back, making her stumble a little and spilling water on herself. "Oh c’mon!"

"Hello to you too Y/N/N. I missed you too." The black haired girl giggled softly as she got back on her feet after disentangling her legs she previously circled around the Y/H/C girl’s waist to prevent herself to fall on the ground and watched as Y/N hastily tried to dry her sport bra and stomach from the water that spilled out of her bottle of water when she crashed into her body.

"Kamala I love you, but next time warn me."

"It wouldn’t be a surprise then Y/N." A deep Russian accent reached her ears and the two girls turned around to watch Yelena enter the gym, followed by America and Kate.

"I hate surprises." Y/N sighed out as she gave up in trying to dry up her sport bra and threw her towel on the bench beside her.

"We know." Kamala, Yelena, Kate and America spoke up at the same time with sly smirks on their faces before throwing themselves at Y/N and hugging her tightly.

"Hm, I missed you girls so much this past few weeks."

"How was the mission?" Kamala asked excitedly after they pulled away from the hug, the four of them starting their journey towards Y/N’s room where they will spend their weekly Thursday night with pizza and games.

"Boring for the most part. But let me tell you Leo taught me how to control electronic things with just a phone. It was hilarious watching Jemma and Daisy go crazy with the coffee machine and the oven."

"Miss Y/L/N, Coulson requested your presence in the conference room in 10 minutes."

"Okay, I’ll be there. Thank you Friday." Y/N answered as she finished typing away a few things on her laptop, before the IA spoke again.

"He also requested Miss Bishop’s presence."

Kate looked up from the TV and stopped her game to stare up at the ceiling like she actually could spot the bodiless voice, "mine too?"

"Correct Miss Bishop. Miss Khan, Miss Belova and Miss Chavez are already there."

The two best friends stared at one another in confusion before shrugging their shoulders and sitting up, closing their devices and walking out of Y/N’s room towards the elevator. "What do you think this is about?"

"I don’t know, maybe some team briefing? Coulson likes to show us things on the new sophisticated board Fitz built for him." Y/N chuckled at her own response alongside the blue eyed girl, who nodded in agreement.

"Ah girls, you’re here. Let’s start." Coulson tapped on the board in front of him and a few secretive files of a drug and illegal weapons dealer appeared on the screen, alongside with an art collector and a fugitive criminal, "Y/N I know you got back from your mission in Florence just a week ago, but we finally have a lead on this case Daisy is working on for months now."

"Really? She made it?" Y/N asked in amazement as a lot of details regarding those criminals, their actual positions, bank accounts and a few more informations appeared on the screen, amazed that Daisy did all of that all by herself and actually found a solid lead after she complained during their mission she had been stuck for a few weeks.

"Yes, she is now in Portland with Simmons delivering everything you brought from Florence to our research department. So I want you guys to take part on this operation."

"What are we gonna do?" Yelena spoke first, her work tone on as she eyed as much details as she could.

"We know these criminals are going to meet in Amsterdam in three days. They are going to sort out their plan to start collaborating on selling illegal stuff. Each one of them has four bodyguards alongside them, that’s why we need you guys there, and a security team watching over the vault the meeting is gonna take place in."

"Okay, how do we get there? I’m sure they will have a security system that will be impossible to bypass without the right equipment." Kate butted in, zooming in on the vault and examining the picture closely, her knowledge about all that stuff thanks to Bishop Security.

"You’re right. You can’t get in without 4 magnetic cards that has to be inserted in the lock at the same time."

"Dramatic." Yelena commented as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, causing Kamala and America to snort in agreement.

"So how do we duplicate them?" Kamala asked curiosity, furrowing her eyebrows in question.

"We can’t. They were build uniquely for that lock and they can’t be duplicated, so we need to steal them, well- you will. These criminals chose 4 girls to give them these cards and to protect them until their meeting."

"Why I think this is the easy part?" America joked to lighten up the mood, watching Coulson roll his eyes good-naturedly when the four other girls giggled with frantic nods.

"You’re leaving tonight. Keep an eye on those girls and when it’s time, take those cards and stop those criminals."

The five girls nodded resolutely before walking out of the room to start packing up for their mission.

"Uh nice. This place is huge." Yelena spoke in a deep Russian accent as she parked in front of the hotel they were staying at, eyeing the valet opening her door and smiling brightly at her, a gesture that she obviously didn’t reciprocate with the deep frown present on her face.

"Smile El, he just wants to park our car."

"I don’t trust him." Yelena murmured under her breath before sighing gently and hid her Russian accent with a great American accent as she spoke once again, her words now directed to the valet, "thank you-" she trailed off as she squinted her eyes on the name written on the name tag, "John."

"Hi! We have a reservation for Anderson." Kamala walked over the front desk and smiled politely at the receptionist as he handed them two keys. "Uhm, there should be a reservation for a master suite for 5 people."

"Oh yes, we’re sorry but that master suite was already booked. It was a mistake from our computers, but we promptly notified you through an email. In return we’re giving you two junior suites."

Kamala turned around with a puzzled expression and asked with a forced smile through her teeth, "guys, who was supposed to take care of any sort of email?"

"America." Y/N, Kate and Yelena mouthed simultaneously before speaking up together, saying America’s fake name for this mission, "Claire."

"I am truly sorry. I got caught up with work and I didn’t check my emails."

"We’re supposed to be on vacation Claire." Y/N reprimanded as she watched plain remorse on America’s face.

"It’s fine. We can still have fun with two bedrooms." Kamala quickly grabbed the keys and ushered everyone towards the elevator. "Okay, minor inconvenient but we can continue with our vacation."

To their relief the two suites were near each other, only another room separating their bedrooms. "Guys this suite has 3 master bedrooms, so we just need to decide how to split up."

They settled on just doing rock, paper, scissor. Surprisingly the game lasted only one round. Kamala, Yelena and America chose rock while Y/N and Kate chose scissor. Kamala handed Kate the key to their room and they split up, agreeing to meet in Yelena’s, Kamala’s and America’s room an hour later to start planning their next move for their mission.

"I don’t know about you, but I’m so happy to share the room with you. Kamala and America always leave the room a mess and Yelena snores so fucking loud you can hear her from another country." Y/N declared after the two of them searched around the room to be sure there weren’t any bugs or listening devices, slumping on the bed and sighing out at the comfy mattress.

"Same. Even tho Yelena’s snoring problem is getting better, I still can’t stand it. I love that girl but man, snoring might be the worst noise in the world." Kate mimicked Y/N’s gesture and laid beside her, staring up at the ceiling while soaking up in the relaxing time they have before getting to work.

"Ugh, tell me about it. So Bishop, if you snore, you’re sleeping in the hallway." Y/N teased with a sly smirk, turning her head around to point a warning finger at the archer.

"Pftt, it’s more likely that you will sleep in the lobby if you snore. Don’t test my patience Y/L/N or I’m kicking your ass in our next sparring session." Y/N snorted loudly when Kate pushed on her shoulder and scoffed indignantly. The archer poked the agent’s side a few times before crossing her hands on her stomach.

"So you’re implying you’re downplaying your combat skills while we spar?"

"Of course, so the match is more even." Kate shrugged nonchalantly as a big, smug grin took over her previous serious features.

"Oh Bishop, wait till we get back in the compound." Y/N stared at Kate with a fierce look in her Y/E/C irises, squinting her eyes menacingly at the black haired beauty and grunting under her breath.

Kate held her gaze a few more seconds before both bursted laughing and shook their heads at their playful banter. "Do you think those three already destroyed that suite?"

"Of course they did. I am surprised nothing exploded yet."

"Okay, our 4 targets are attending a party into a night club later tonight, so we need to go there, infiltrate, lay low for a bit before retrieving those magnetic cards without being noticed." Y/N recapped as she laid with her hands on the huge table in the middle of Yelena’s, America’s and Kamala’s room, where a few mission details and top secret files were scattered around.

"Since the place is huge, three of us need to always monitor all our exits, then someone who helps the designated one who has to distract our targets and to retrieve those magnetic cards by casually passing by them and quickly slipping each card from them." Yelena instructed some more, grabbing a few layouts of the club and crossing each exit alongside a few other things like the bathrooms and the bar.

"Okay, who will distract our targets?" America asked pertinently, typing away something on the laptop open in front of her to gather some more informations about the club they had to go later that night.

"Since no one is offering- I prepared a bucked with our names in it. Each one of us pick a piece of paper and the name that will be the most picked will distract our targets." Yelena pulled out a black bucket out of nowhere and place it gingerly on the center of the table. "C’mon, don’t be shy!"

Then each one of the girls gathered around the table picked a folded piece of paper, opened it gingerly and silently read the name written on it. "Mine says Kamala." America spoke up first, showing the name for everyone to read before waiting patiently to someone to inform who they picked.

"America." Kamala spoke up right after and mimicking America’s gesture. The brunette latina shrugged her shoulders before perching over the table to high five the black haired girl enthusiastically.

"Oh look at that, mine says Yelena." The blonde snorted in amusement as she placed the paper on the table and regarded Kate and Y/N with a questioning gaze.

"Y/N." Kate butted in quickly, then regarded Y/N with a curious look.

The Y/H/C girl sighed out loud, stared at the name written on the piece of paper a few more instants before turning it around and showing it to her teammates and best friends, "Y/N."

"Great, so Y/N you will distract our targets enough to slip those cards from them. I’ve seen you doing it a couple of times and I’m glad you’re the one doing it again because you’re the best one among us."

"Thanks." Y/N smiled sheepishly at the Russian blonde and watched her nod in acknowledgement before looking over her notes about the mission.

"I will start a more accurate research about our targets at the club. We need as much informations as possible."

"Okay, we will cover the second part of the plan that will take place at 3 in the morning." Kate nodded at Yelena as she helped America find the layouts of the building the meeting was going to take place in to be prepared for everything tonight.

"Look at you Y/L/N." Y/N jumped a bit in surprise at the sudden voice appearing behind her, too focused on adjusting her white tee in the mirror to notice Yelena entering the living room. She just got ready for their busy night and as soon as she was done, she walked back into her teammates’ room to hurry them up, America opening the door and rushing away to go put her shoes on. Y/N got herself busy by tidying the table up and hide everything they had for their mission to prevent anyone from the hotel look at the secret files, before walking towards the mirror hung on the wall and fixing up her appearance, consisting in black, ripped jeans, white t-shirt, combat boots and a leather jacket.

"Hey El. You look good." Y/N took in the oversized blue jeans and the crop top the Russian had on, her blonde hair styled in a messy updo and her makeup simple but bold enough to highlight her green eyes.

"Those targets are gonna fall to your knees tonight, damn." Yelena spoke up after she heard a soft knock on the door and walked over it to open it and let the black haired archer clad in a dark grey suit with a black t-shirt under and black combat boots, her hair flowing down her shoulders perfectly as a simple makeup adorned her wonderful features. Yelena let out a loud whistle as she took the girl in, smirking inwardly when she side-eyed Y/N and watched her almost drool at Kate’s appearance.

"What do you mean?" Y/N finally found her voice after she lost completely all her abilities to function properly when she was in the presence of the breathtaking sight that was Kate Bishop. She just hoped the archer didn’t notice her ogling at her hungrily. Little did she know the archer was too busy devouring her appearance with her eyes while imperceptibly biting on her bottom lip to realize it.

"After an accurate research, I found out these girls’ Instagram. They are just broke college students who probably needed some extra money." Yelena explained after she closed the door, happy that in that moment America and Kamala decided to join them so she won’t repeat the plan of action. "That’s why they found themselves in ‘business’ with those criminals."

"They probably don’t even know those assholes are criminals." Kate butted in pensively, leaning her shoulder on a wall and crossing her arms.

"Probably." America joined in the conversation as she sat on the chair beside the table, while Kamala took a seat on the couch on the far left of the room.

"Anyway, after stalking their Instagram accounts I found out two of them are gay and the other two are bi. They all study psychology in university, but from their followers they don’t know each other."

"Okay so? What does them being gay or bi has to do with me distracting them while I secretly take those cards from them?" Y/N asked matter of factly, not really following Yelena’s train of thoughts.

"It‘s important because it will be easier when you’ll have to seduce them." Yelena declared nonchalantly, like she didn’t just drop a bomb on Y/N, America, Kate and Kamala, all of them staring at the former Black Widow in slight shock with their eyes widened just a tad and their mouths mildly parted open.

"I’m sorry, what?"

"I know you perfected your stealing methods over the years making them excellent, but you know, just like everyone here, that if she catches you, you’re screwed. You need to have an excuse to touch them, therefore you seducing them."

"You really thought thoroughly about it." Y/N admitted in a murmured tone after a few seconds of silence, still thinking over Yelena’s explanation and not finding something to argue it with.

"Of course, we’re professional. It’s not our first time seducing someone to gain something for our mission." Yelena shrugged and eyed Y/N knowingly, both remembering their mission in Valencia a few months prior.

"Mh- it’s my first time actually." Kamala lifted her hand up sheepishly and sighed out in relief when America and Kate agreed with her right after her statement.

"Well luckily, it will be Y/N who will seduce those girls. Trust me, she is good. A few months ago we went on a mission together in Valencia. We planned at least 3 hours in a bar downtown to spot our target and find ways to seduce her to gain some informations. An hour later we walked out of that bar with more informations we initially planned. That woman spilled everything in the span of like 10 minutes as Y/N worked her magic with her mouth and fingers." Yelena recounted that funny memory as she walked towards Y/N and circled her shoulders in a side hug, laughing heartily while patting her on her clavicle.

"Okay, you made it sound so dirty. I just fondled her and kissed her a few times." Y/N shrugged her shoulders as she giggled at Yelena’s mimicking kissing sounds. Kate stayed uncharacteristically silent as America and Kamala asked more about that mission, fixating her hard stare on the wall in front of her as she clenched her jaw heavily, jealousy boiling almost derisively in her stomach as she tried to push away the images of Y/N groping some random girl.

"Kate?" The archer was pushed out of her mind when a soft hand leaned on her left shoulder and made her rip her eyes away from the wall, thinking she almost blow a hole in the white plaster from how intensely she was staring at it, and met a pair of comforting, warm Y/E/C irises.

"Mh?"

"We’re ready to go. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally, totally. I was just- meditating. It helps focusing on the mission." Kate patted herself on the back for making up a believable excuse for her strange behavior and smiled gently at Y/N.

Y/N grinned back at her and nodded, "do you have everything with you?"

"Yep, my collapsible bow is in my left shoe and the rest is in my purse."

"Okay, let’s go party!" Kamala enthusiastically pushed everyone out of the room before letting out a loud, excited ‘woohoo’ and making everyone else laugh and getting infected by the girl’s contagious excitement.

"Remember girls, we’re professionals. We stay focused on the mission. No distractions." Yelena screamed over the loud music blasting from the speakers throughout the club, her face stoic and voice serious. She trailed off a few seconds before speaking up again. "First round of shots is on me!"

Y/N chuckled at the contradictory sentence Yelena spoke after her stimulating, encouraging and cheerful speech, but followed her towards the bar counter where she already found a spot and was ordering 5 shots of vodka, America and Kamala looking a bit skeptical and unsure about the whole thing. "Hey, are you okay? You are unusually silent. You’re always so talkative during a mission."

"I’m just a bit worried. I want everything to go smoothly." Kate admitted in a strained voice, clenching on her jaw as she lied easily to the girl. She wasn’t caring about the mission at this point because all she could think about was Y/N having to seduce their targets and that she will probably has to endure all of that without intervening to avoid interfering with the mission just because she was jealous beyond herself. After they discussed about how Y/N should approach their targets, Yelena chose Kamala and America to help her keeping an eye on all of the exits, wanting to teach them how to do it properly since they were still a bit new to all of this, while Kate was the designated helper. She couldn’t say no to that, so she just gulped down her jealousy, sighed under her breath and put on a fake smile that didn’t reach her blue irises before nodding softly.

"You don’t need to worry." Y/N smiled brightly at Kate and leaned her hand on the small of her back to caress there softly in comfort, "relax and enjoy our night out. Bring that excitement back because is so cute watching you literally buzz in enthusiasm." Y/N finished her sentence by bumping their shoulders together and causing the archer to laugh gently under her breath before regarding their teammates waiting for them at the bar, not noticing in her distracted state, much to Kate’s relief, that the blue eyed girl had a scorching blush dusted over her cheeks that was triggered by the Y/H/C girl’s words.

"Okay, to this mission! Cheers!" The agents lifted their shot glasses up but before they could down them she stopped everyone mid-way to warn the two younger Avengers, "you have to down it, not sip it, okay? Otherwise you’ll have to deal with me."

Kamala and America nodded before downing the shots alongside their other teammates, a choir of coughs followed soon after when everyone except Yelena choked on the burning caused by the vodka. "Your drinking game is pathetic." Yelena signaled the bartender to fill her shot glass again and drank it a second later.

"Show off." Kate pushed Yelena on her shoulder with a fond roll of her eyes, making Yelena laugh contentedly.

"Hey, that’s our target." Kamala spoke up and forced everyone to look where she was squinting her eyes at and instantly recognized the first girl on their list.

"Y/N, you’re up. Remember, if she catches you, shove your tongue down her throat." Kate clenched hard on her jaw as jealousy boiled once again in her stomach, sending daggers towards that poor girl before watching Y/N asking for a shot of tequila and downing it in one go.

"Okay, Kate, show time." Y/N grasped the archer’s bicep gently and pushed her towards the left end of the club, finding the girl sat alone on a table and sipping on her cocktail. "El, did you use that special device?"

"Yup, here look. She has the card in her left back pocket." Yelena’s voice came from right behind her and turned around to find Yelena standing close to her and showing her the device’s screen, where an x-Ray scan of the girl detected the components of the card and highlighted it in her pocket as the screen displayed.

"You three were supposed to control our exits." Y/N told her teammates standing beside them matter-of-factly and was met with three shrugs.

"I don’t want to lose the show." Yelena admitted and smiled triumphantly when America and Kamala nodded in agreement.

"Great." Y/N grunted under her breath and approached the girl furtively and when she was close enough to the girl she stretched her hand over to try to slip the card out of the girl’s pocked but it was already a difficult task since the chair could block its passage. Just when Y/N was ready to touch the girl’s jeans back pocket, the girl turned her head hastily around and almost caught Y/N, but the girl was quick enough to make it look like she was tying up her shoes before looking up at the girl in apology and put on a crooked smile that she felt it was more a grimace than anything else. "Sorry! I almost tripped into you, these shoes are giving me hell tonight." Y/N screamed over the music to make the girl hear her. Seducing her it is, then.

"Don’t worry! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, how about you? Waiting for someone?" Y/N pointed to the empty seat beside the girl and watched her sigh out loud.

"I wish, she stood me up."

"What? Only a fool would do that. If I was her I would have never let go a beautiful girl like you." The two spend some time talking about a few things, Y/N trying to put on her best seductive face and tried to charm the girl into kissing her. "I’m sorry. It’s just that you look familiar, did we go to the same high school or something? Oh yes! I remember us making out two minutes from now."

"Oh my god!" Kamala exclaimed while Yelena exploded in loud cackles.

"This is amazing." Yelena bent over her knees as she continued laughing out loud at the amazing show she was witnessing, everybody too much occupied with staring at Y/N to notice Kate standing a few feet away clutching her phone in her hand as she sent daggers at the girl’s skull and fuming with anger and jealousy.

"Mh, cheeky aren’t we?"

"What can I say? It does not happen often to meet a cute girl in a club." Y/N shrugged with her best dashing smirk, taking a sip of her drink, winking at the girl over the rim of the glass and watching her blush furiously.

"Mh keep saying things like that and that kiss might happen earlier than expected." The girl stretched her finger over to caress Y/N chin gently before leaning over and clashing their lips together in an hard kiss. Kate had to physically detach her eyes from the scene and moved them to their friends cheering Y/N on over the blasting music. "Mh, c’mere."

"I can’t, the table is in the way." Y/N grunted out, whining in pain when the girl pulled her more into her forcefully but the rim of the table pressed on her ribcage. "Maybe we should get up, so I can properly kiss and feel you."

Y/N’s acting worked pretty well because a second later the girl sat up with a grunt and pulled her up with her, the agent happy that this torture will come to an end in the span of a few minutes now that she has a better access to the girl’s back pocket. As she pushed the girl on the wall and heard her moan greedily with her hands clutching her leather jacket, the girl opened her eyes to peek at the archer to signal her she was almost ready and to prepare herself. She watched Kate nod as she put her phone away and returned her attention to the girl now gripping her neck harshly as Y/N’s tongue invaded her mouth. "Oh YES!"

Y/N smirked inwardly when the girl mistook Y/N sneaking her hand into her back pocket to slip the card away with Y/N groping her, glad she didn’t notice the card’s absence and continued to kiss her greedily as Y/N passed the item to Kate walking by them, while her other hand stayed on the girl’s other buttcheek to not arise suspicion into the girl. After a minute or so of heavy kissing, Y/N pulled away and faked taking a call, before apologizing to the girl she had to leave. "I’m sorry, but I really need to go. It was fun."

Just when the redhead was ready to stop her from leaving, a tall blonde walked towards them and greeted the girl with an apologetic smile. "I’m sorry, I got caught up at work."

Y/N then understood she was the girl the redhead was waiting for before her arrival and smiled politely at her, leaving the two to socialize. "Nice move Y/L/N." Yelena circled her arm around the agent’s shoulders and laughed loudly, the teammates walking back to the bar to look around for their next target.

"Ugh, she was so bad at kissing." Y/N shuddered uncomfortably and downed two shots in a go.

"I’m definitely using that line in the future." America admitted with a chuckle before scanning her eyes around the room.

"Guys, right there." Kamala pointed to their next target, dancing not too far from them with a couple of friends. Yelena spurred into action, lifted their special device up to find where the brunette hid the card.

"In her blazer, right pocket." Y/N took a deep, grounding breath, before grasping Kate’s bicep - a gesture that made Kate’s stomach explode with wild butterflies - to walk them towards the girl and smiling at her gently before letting her go a few feet away from their target.

"I can see you like rock and roll music. That’s good, because I can easily rock your world."

"Oh c’mon Y/N! You can do so much better than that!" Yelena commented as Kate rolled her eyes, not really knowing what she had done to force her to endure all of this when all she wanted was to be in the girl’s Y/N was now currently making out with spot. A few minutes later Kate passed furtively past them and retrieved another card, before joining her other three teammates enjoying the show.

After Y/N walked away from their second target, they all ordered another round of shots, Kate asking for a refill since she still has to endure watching Y/N make out with other two girls.

"Top floor, look." America squinted her eyes to make sure she recognized the girl walking up the stairs of the club, then Yelena promptly identified the card before they all moved to assist Y/N hit on another girl.

"Y’know, I’ve read somewhere kissing is the language of love. So would you like to have a conversation with me?"

"Oh that was the best so far." Kamala chuckled and nodded in satisfaction, high-fiving Yelena and America when they agreed with her.

"I must admit, you’ve gotten good with pick up lines." Yelena declared after she downed another shot and patted Y/N on the shoulder.

"Please, I’ve always been good."

"I beg to differ. Remember that one time in Pittsburgh?"

"What happened?" Kamala asked curiously after the Russian groaned with a roll of her eyes at her statement.

"She approached a girl saying ‘you’re so hot my zipper is falling for you’. It was so embarrassing to watch."

"Yeah, that was a bit lame." Kamala and America agreed with grimaces on their faces, causing Y/N to roll her eyes in fond exasperation.

"Do I need to remind you that it worked?"

"Minor details."

"Whatever." Kate asked the bartender for another shot of the strongest thing he had and downed it in one go, praying all of this will end soon. She was on the verge of tears, all this jealousy, rage and sorrow bottled up was really testing her, but she won’t ever let her friends see her cry because she couldn’t get over her crush on Y/N and couldn’t act like a professional on their mission.

"Mh interesting place to hide the card." Yelena hummed as she eyed the screen before showing it to everyone around them, Kate almost fainting at what she saw. "Good luck with that."

"Oh no, fuck." Y/N batted her eyes a few times to be sure she wasn’t mistaken before sighing out dejected as she stared at the card being stashed in the front of the girl’s pants, right where her vagina was.

"Look on the bright side. You’re almost done. Good luck. Here, you will definitely need this." Yelena handed Y/N another shot, who she promptly downed before walking resolutely towards their last target.

"Hey, sorry. I’m looking for a treasure, can I look into your pants?" Y/N murmured sultrily into the girl’s ear before biting on her lobe harshly.

"Oooh!" Yelena, America and Kamala exclaimed in loud whistles at Y/N’s sentence and Kate couldn’t help but roll her eyes at their childish behavior, her eyes prickling with tears.

"Aren’t you guys supposed to check our exits? We’re leaving soon." Kate tried to use a normal and totally cool tone, but a bit of irritation could be heard in her voice. America and Kamala instantly turned around from Y/N and got into position as they eyed their exits, while Kate stared annoyed at Y/N kissing that blonde fervently before moving her eyes away when she watched her slip her hand in the front of the girl’s pants.

"Kate Bishop, jealousy does not look cool on you."

Kate turned her head around quickly towards Yelena standing beside her and eyed her with widened eyes, expecting her to be ready for their way out and not next to her, "w-what? I-I’m not."

"Stop trying to pretend you’re not. I can see it. You’ve been quiet all night, which I thought would be great but I strangely missed your squeaky voice gushing about anything."

"Listen- I- don’t tell her, okay? Please."

"Kate Bishop, you’re funny but stupid."

Kate did a double take and stared at Yelena weirdly, "what? Why?"

"Because you didn’t notice her crush on you." Yelena stated matter of factly, getting ready to move when she watched Y/N give them the signal.

"She doesn’t have a crush on me." Kate stated in a resolute, but dejected tone, sighing out sadly before starting walking towards Y/N to finish with their plan.

"Kate-" Yelena stopped the black haired archer with a hand on her arm and forced her to meet her eyes, "she likes you. Tell her. Don’t live on what ifs."

Kate stared at Yelena’s green irises a few more seconds before walking towards Y/N with the glass of water she ordered not too long ago after Yelena released her from her soft grip. "Oh my god, I’m so sorry!"

"Don’t worry. I need to leave anyway, my friend texted me. He needs a lift home." Y/N smiled politely at Kate before sending a kiss to the girl she had been making out for a few minutes and walking away, passing the card to Kate, who immediately hid it in her blazer’s sleeve, before following behind the agent while Yelena’s words echoed around her head. Does Y/N really have a crush on me?

"DID YOU SEE THAT? I bitch-slapped him into the wall!" Kamala yelled enthusiastically on the front seat, jumping up and down in excitement as she recalled her knocking one of the criminals down with her huge hand. America gushed alongside her in the middle of the seats to Kamala in the passenger seat and Yelena driving back to their hotel, while Kate and Y/N took the seats in the back of the van to take a moment to relax after their big fight.

"Hey Kate- you’re bleeding." Y/N noticed Kate’s wound on her chin gushing a few drops of blood and used a napkin to prevent them to fall on her jeans.

"Don’t worry. I’m okay." Kate answered dismissively, turning her head around to stare out of the window, as she fought against the tears ready to spill. It was normal after a big fight to let go of all the pent up emotions you had stashed inside due to the adrenaline pumping fast in your veins, so Kate wasn’t surprised when her eyes prickled with tears as her masochistic mind went over the events of their evening in the nightclub.

"Are you sure? Hey- please look at me. Let me inspect the wound." Y/N insisted a few times, trying to reach Kate’s face with the napkin to clean her face, but almost jumped up in fright when Kate turned her head around quickly, her eyes brimming with tears and her face completely red.

"Leave it Y/N. I said I’m fine."

Y/N went over the initial shock of the sudden outburst of the archer and focused on her broken state. "Hey-" Y/N laid a hand on the girl’s unwounded cheek, watching the girl almost pull away from the touch, but in the end sinking into her palm and sighing quietly while a single tear fell down her face, but Y/N promptly wiped it away. "What’s wrong? It’s okay, I’m here." Kate swallowed the hiccup ready to leave her throat and forced herself to calm down before smiling at Y/N in appreciation. "Wanna tell me what’s bothering you?"

Kate shook her head and closed her eyes, but when she reopened them she was met with warm eyes and gentle smile silently asking to let her help, causing the girl to relent almost immediately, "not here."

Y/N nodded and moved her hand away from Kate’s face, the archer missing instantly the warmth it was providing, before her stomach flipped over itself when Y/N entwined their hands together and didn’t pull away, not even when they parked and exited the car, appreciating the reassuring gesture.

"Guys I really want to celebrate but I physically can’t, that asshole of a guard kicked me in my side and the pain is excruciating." Y/N admitted as she limped a bit to their rooms, using Kate’s hand to stabilize herself while the archer gripped her hand comfortingly, an act that made her stomach churn with mushy feelings.

"Same, a jackass hit me with a pipe right on my spine. My back hurts so much." Kate grunted in pain as she stretched her hand over to open Y/N’s and hers bedroom door.

"We’ll celebrate tomorrow. We can stay here a few more days before going back to the compound." Yelena nodded and subtly eyed Kate, silently communicating with her to tell the girl how she felt and watched Kate thinking about it, dusting a small smile over her lips as she nodded at the archer in encouragement.

"Goodnight girls." Y/N waved at them before letting Kate walk in and following her inside.

"Ugh, I hope this suite has some ice. My ribs hurt like a bitch." Y/N limped a bit in her steps on her way to the mini fridge, almost dancing in sheer happiness when she found a bucket full of ice cubes next to a bottle of champagne.

"Did you find it?" Kate asked in a small tone, sighing out in relief when she discarded her boots and sat slowly on the couch, wincing under her breath when her back hurt slightly.

"Oh I found much more than what I was expecting." Kate could hear the smile Y/N had on her lips through her tone, imagining that beautiful grin as she stared at her back curiously. She watched her move still in her crouching position a few more seconds, a rustle of ice the only sound bouncing off the silent room’s walls, before Y/N sat up and walked over her with a bucket with a very expensive champagne tucked in in her left hand while she held two flutes in the other. "Seems like we are having that celebration after all."

"Mh, champagne after a really tough mission. Perfect." Kate hummed sarcastically, planting her fists on the couch cushions to help herself into a more comfortable sitting position and grunting in pain when her muscles asked her to stop moving too much. Y/N could hear something more into the archer’s tone, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it while she walked into the bathroom to take two towels into the living room to use them to put ice in.

"Wanna tell me what’s bothering you now?" Y/N spoke up after putting ice into a towel and passing it to Kate, the archer smiling at her in appreciation and whispered a soft ‘thank you’, before doing the same with her own towel and humming in satisfaction when the cold relieved a bit of her pain in her side. Then Y/N proceeded to pour champagne in the two glasses and passed one to Kate, clanking them together before taking tentative sips.

"It’s nothing."

"You had been quiet all night and almost cried in the car. I’m worried about you. You can tell me whatever is bothering you. I will try to fix it."

Kate smiled bittersweetly as her eyes moved from Y/N’s Y/E/C ones to the bucket front of her on the coffee table and watched as droplets of water started forming on its surface. "I- I-, just forget it okay?" Kate sighed out dejected and moved the ice to the other side of her lower back, to the left, "you can’t fix it."

"Well I don’t know if I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s it about." Y/N slid slowly towards Kate and laid her free hand on her knee softly, "I can see it’s upsetting and hurting you."

"Why are you even trying to help me?"

"Because I care about you and I don’t like seeing you upset." Y/N admitted in an hard voice, desperately trying to make Kate believe how much she wanted her to smile.

"I-" Kate met Y/N’s eyes once again, now noticing how much closer they got and sighed out gently. She likes you. Tell her. Don’t live on what ifs. Yelena’s voice echoed around her mind as she recalled their conversation in the club. Don’t live on what ifs. Kate searched desperately a sign into those intoxicating Y/E/C irises, almost fainting from the intense gaze they locked Kate’s blue eyes in, as she fought in her head on what to do. She likes you. Kate moved her hand over Y/N’s one and started playing with her fingers, an habit Y/N picked up long time ago and recognized it as a nervous gesture that Kate made when she was debating on what to do, shifting her eyes from their entwined hands to Y/N’s Y/E/C hues again. Tell her. "I wasn’t completely okay with our plan tonight."

Y/N waited patiently for Kate to explain further, not pressuring her into talking, knowing she would open up when she was ready and smiled encouragingly at her. "Which part?"

"The first part in the nightclub." Kate answered shortly, gulping her glass of champagne in one go and grimacing at the bitter taste.

"Why? I mean it was pretty much improvised and Yelena, America and Kamala definitely didn’t do their job completely to entertain theirselves to watch me work my magic, but it went smoothly." Y/N reasoned, keeping the shivers at bay when she tried to delete those images out of her mind. She felt incredibly guilty for hitting on those girls - even if it was for the sake of their mission - in front of Kate. Her heart clenched in pain and longing as she desperately convinced herself she won’t ever be that lucky to use her dorky pick up lines with her or kiss her like she had been doing all night with their targets.

"Mh." Kate hummed shortly, nodding almost imperceptibly at the girl before pulling her eyes away from Y/N’s gaze and focused them on her hands playing around with the empty flute.

"We’ve been so lucky that none of our targets spotted me with another girl. Trust me it’s not a funny show."

"You seemed pretty at ease." Kate pointed out with an hard face on, her left eyebrow arching up in question while her lips curled inquisitively in a snarky grin.

Y/N snorted in amusement and drank the last gulp of champagne before placing the flute on the coffee table and focusing her attention back on the archer. "I had to or the plan wouldn’t have worked."

"From what Yelena told us in the club, you are pretty much in your element in the nightclubs, hitting on whatever girl you wanted or needed to hit on." Kate felt that overwhelming anger, that uncontrollable jealousy and that almost unbearable sorrow all mixing together in her stomach and fueling the embers already burning wildly there, alcohol adding up into the mix and making her lose her inhibitions, causing whatever that passed through her mind to leave her mouth.

"You make it sound like I enjoy it." Y/N countered back defensively, crossing her arms angrily at the accusatory tone Kate was using.

"Oh please, I saw you tonight." When Kate noticed Y/N kept staring at her blankly she added quickly, "so you’re telling me you do not enjoy hit on and make out with girls during missions?"

"No Kate."

The short answer, spoken with an offended tone, made Kate feel like shit, so she desperately stumbled over her words to try to make Y/N explain. "So I read it all wrong?"

"Yes." Y/N sighed out when the archer stared at her with a mix of disbelief and confusion, "a few years ago I would have said yes. I was single, so hook ups didn’t bother me, and getting the girls to do whatever I needed for the mission was empowering in some way, but now not so much. Things changed."

"But- wait you’re still single, right?" Kate asked almost alarmed, her heart clenching in anticipation and the archer anxiously hoped for a positive answer to her question.

"Yes, I still am. But-" Y/N sighed out loud, moving the bag of ice a bit higher and turned slightly on her side to get a better look at Kate. How the fuck do I explain to Kate that things changed because I developed a crush on her since I met her? I can’t! Unfortunately Y/N couldn’t seem to find a valid explanation without spilling her deepest secret. Those big blue eyes never left her own Y/E/C ones as she stared expectantly, patiently waiting for her to clarify her previous statement. Would it be that bad to tell her the truth? You never know if you don’t try. "But now I have feelings for someone and hitting on girls doesn’t feel right, because no one will ever be her."

"Oh." Kate then stayed silent, not really trusting her voice to not quiver as a lump formed in her throat at this new information.

"I feel like a total idiot! I mean I have all the courage in the world to hit on completely strangers, possible threats or dangerous criminals, but when it comes to tell my crush how I feel, I simply run like a coward."

"Do I know her?" Kate clenched hard on her jaw as jealousy bubbled once again in the pit of her stomach as she tried, unsuccessfully, to relax her stoic expression.

Y/N hesitated a few seconds before making up her mind, glad the alcol consumed that night started to ease her nerves and made her bolder. "Yes. I dare to say pretty well also."

"Is it Yelena?" Kate asked in shock, her brain spiraling out of control as her mind put together all the informations Y/N gave her so far and only one answer popped into her mind.

"What?! No! Yelena is a sister to me!"

Kate sighed out in relief imperceptibly, before regarding Y/N with a curious look, "then who is it?"

"Mh-" Y/N hesitated a bit, pondering on the option she had there. She was scared shitless of telling Kate the truth, not knowing how the archer would react, but then she started thinking about her reaction when she thought she liked Yelena. Maybe she likes me too. Or she likes Yelena and she was scared you would like her too. But then why was she so quiet tonight? She said she didn’t like the seducing part of the mission, but it wasn’t Yelena the designated one to seduce those girls. This is getting pointless, you will never know if she likes you too if you don’t tell her how you feel! Y/N grabbed the champagne bottle from the ice bucket and took a big gulp to give her enough liquid courage, before making up her mind to prevent it to talk herself out from confessing her true feelings towards the archer and whispered out, "you."

"I- what?" Kate was taken aback by the short answer and asked out in disbelief to be sure she didn’t imagine it, since the word was breathed out quickly and in a quiet tone.

"I said you, Kate." Y/N repeated with a firmer tone, settling the bottle on the table and staring at the archer intently. Her deep blue irises stayed glued into Y/E/C ones as realization downed on her, causing her eyes to widen in bewilderment.

"R-really?"

"Yes, you." Y/N smiled brightly at the cute lost expression on the girl, despite her insides squirming anxiously at her reaction. She hoped with all herself that the archer’s response was because she liked her back and not because she only sees her as a friend and doesn’t know how to turn her down.

"Hold on- let’s just- go back a bit. You like me?" Kate grabbed the bottle on the coffee table and mimicked Y/N’s previous action, taking a big gulp of the sparkly beverage before refocusing her attention on the Y/H/C girl staring at her with a small smile on her lips but with anticipation adorning her eyes. Shit, say it back you idiot. "Fuck."

"It’s okay. I got it. You’re too nice to reject me. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you in any way."

"Are you kidding me?" Kate asked incredulously, not really believing Y/N for thinking she doesn’t feel the same and cursing herself in her mind for not confessing her feelings right away. "I like you too you idiot!"

"Jeez, thanks." Y/N quipped as her mind short-circuited at the confession, gripping the couch cushions hard as she tried to stop the room from spinning so quickly.

"I’m sorry, it came out harshly. But first you make me believe you have a crush on Yelena and then you think I was trying to turn you down."

"I’m sorry."

Kate sighed out and looked down at her wringing hands, "so-"

"That’s why you were so quiet tonight?"

"Yes. I was jealous. I couldn’t stand watch you hit on those girls and then make out with them."

Y/N’s smirk was a mix of smugness and sweetness at the archer’s admission, "to be fair, it wasn’t easy for me either. All I wanted to do was to walk up to you and kiss you."

"It was all I could think about." Kate breathed out dreamily, a sudden shiver skidding down her spine when images of the agent kissing those girls came back into her mind. "It was a torture."

"Like I said, it wasn’t easy for me either. None of them was a good kisser, I went through with the plan thinking about kissing you instead of those girls."

That was what made Kate react, throwing the last ounce of willpower she had out of the window and act on her deepest desire. She actually growled under her breath before sliding closer to Y/N and grasping her neck hard to clash their lips together in a passionate kiss. They both sighed out in pure bliss when their mouths collided and danced over each other slowly, both savoring the other’s taste as the initial shock faded away and their yearning kicked in. "Wow."

"Wow indeed." Kate whispered contentedly on the girl’s lips and smiled giddily when Y/N nuzzled her nose cutely. "Just to be sure, this is really happening right? I’m not imagining anything, am I?"

Y/N snorted under her breath and smiled warmly at the adorable archer, pecking her lips quickly before answering her question, "no Kate, this is real."

"Good." Kate declared before joining their mouths together again, this time sliding her tongue over the seam of Y/N’s lips to ask for entrance, whining softly when the girl granted her access a second later and their tongues met instantly in a sensual dance. Both took their time to explore every nook and cranny of the other’s mouth, pushing more into each other as they grasped their clothes desperately each time a particular swipe of their tongue hit something deep within them, their towels filled with ice completely forgot on the couch cushions.

"Shit Kate. You are making me dizzy." Y/N admitted out of breath when they pulled away a few minutes later with their lungs burning from lack of air.

"Mh, did those girl make you feel like this?" Kate whispered in Y/N’s ear, before taking her lobe into her mouth and bit on it gently, before releasing it with a soft pop and descending her lips down the girl’s jaw, nibbling on the skin there teasingly.

"No." Y/N moaned out as her left hand clasped her neck to keep her in place while the right one slipped into her black tresses.

"I need to kiss those girls’ taste out of your mouth." After pulling away from the girl’s jaw, Kate hovered her lips over Y/N’s ones and whispered those words hotly on her mouth before emphasizing them by slipping her tongue past her lips and invaded the girl’s mouth possessively, pulling a low whine from Y/N’s throat. "You are mine." Kate pulled away enough to grumble out before diving right back in and meeting Y/N’s tongue halfway in a steamy kiss. "No one is allowed to kiss you but me."

"Yes Kate. Fuck. Only you." Y/N murmured between kisses, wailing gently on Kate’s lips when the archer groped her boob harshly through her shirt and pushed her tongue into her mouth greedily.

"Take me. I want to be completely yours." Kate whispered lovingly on Y/N’s lips when they definitely pulled away to take some needed breath.

"You already were Kate and I was already yours. We were just two idiots too scared to confess their feelings to the other." Y/N smiled at Kate then pecked her lips and sat up, looking down at the black haired beauty staring up at her in confusion when she stared at her for a few seconds without saying a word. "I just wanted to tell you that you look great right now! Do you know what else would look good on you? Me."

Kate felt a gush of wetness leave her core and drip in her panties as a fire burned deep within her. "Are you hitting on me miss Y/L/N?"

"It depends." Y/N helped Kate up when she took her extended hand she had put out for Kate to take and smiled slyly at her.

"On what?" Kate whispered on Y/N’s mouth as she leaned on her body gently, her free hand laid on her chest to perch herself up, before licking her upper lip teasingly, watching the girl visibly shudder and grinned smugly at the wanted response.

"It depends on if it will lead us fucking on that amazing kingsize bed." Y/N stated boldly, biting her bottom lip seductively while she put on her best sex eyes she could muster, watching a lustful expression unfold on the archer’s face while her deep blue eyes darkened in mere seconds and a small blush dusted over her cheekbones and neck.

"I-hm-" Kate cleared her throat to get rid of the sudden lump that formed there, before taking a deep breath to force herself to flirt back, "you need to work really hard then. You need to up your pick up lines game if you want to get into my pants."

Y/N almost fainted right then and there when Kate put a teasing, innocent smile on her lips while grabbing Y/N’s left hand, the one not entwined with hers, and laid it on her clothed crotch. "Fuck."

"Hm, I hope we will soon." Kate murmured on Y/N’s lips before clashing their lips forcefully and pushed her to walk them towards their bedroom. As they kissed hungrily, they both got rid of Y/N’s leather jacket and Kate’s blazer, hissing in pain when their haphazardly movements caused their injuries to hurt a bit, as they stumbled throughout the suite groping and feeling each other up as much as they could.

"Is that a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them." Y/N whispered seductively on Kate’s skin as she peppered her neck with open-mouthed kisses and love bites and teased Kate’s pants’ button with her fingers.

"Nice one, but you’re still far from getting there." Kate snorted and pushed on Y/N’s chest, making the girl fall on the bed.

"Your clothes look so uncomfortable, can I help you take them off?" Y/N looked up and into Kate’s eyes with a big smirk, placing her hands behind herself on the mattress so she could lay back on them.

Kate merely stared at Y/N in silence before lifting her black t-shirt up, getting rid of her bra in the process, and discarding them on the floor beside her feet. "Your turn."

Y/N stared transfixed on Kate’s round breasts, her eyes taking in those two nipples standing up at her attention and licking her lips in anticipation. Only when she felt Kate straddle her thighs and those two mounds were inches away from her face she got out of her daydreaming and moaned lewdly out loud, "you’re so fucking hot Kate."

Kate wrapped her lips around Y/N’s ones in a sensual, slow kiss while her hands grasped the hem of the Y/E/C girl’s white shirt and lifted the garment up and off the girl, before focusing on her bra and throwing it on the floor to join their clothes already pooled there. "Fuck." Kate murmured when they pulled away and her eyes immediately fell on Y/N’s chest, shivering wildly when Y/N laid a hand on her back and forced their boobs to brush together.

"Hey remind me, what was your favorite thing to eat in bed? Me right?"

"You’re getting better." Kate hummed before letting out a strangled moan when Y/N took her left nipple into her mouth and sucked on it harshly.

Kate hands grasped Y/N’s scalp to push her more into her chest and whined again when the agent’s hands grasped her ass hard lustfully, "hm and I think you’re getting wetter."

Kate opened her eyes at those words whispered on her chest when her center clenched hard on nothing and her body got wracked by hard shivers. "Off." Kate pushed Y/N once again on her chest, pulling her away from her chest and making her fall on the matters with a soft thud, before sitting up and harshly taking her pants and panties off, then doing the same with Y/N’s jeans and boy shorts too, wailing under her breath at how sexy Y/N looked with them on before moaning aloud when she noticed they were purple.

"You are the most breathtaking view I’ve ever witnessed." Y/N spoke up with her voice full of affection and honesty and Kate had never felt so safe and loved by anyone ever before. Y/N eyes raked over her body with a thoroughly and meticulous sweet gaze while her teeth sank on her bottom lip lustfully meanwhile Kate took her time to admire the goddess that was Y/N, completely naked and spread out on the bed with her arousal clear as it dropped on the sheets.

"And you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever met and ever will meet." Kate sauntered slowly towards Y/N before crawling over Y/N’s body in a seductive way and then laying down on her and letting the amazing sensation triggered by their skin rubbing together sink in completely.

"Can I touch you?"

"One more pick up line and you can do whatever you want to me." Kate whispered on Y/N’s lips, pecking them quickly before adding, "give me your best one yet."

"You look too good for a pick up line. So let’s just skip over the best part. Wanna fuck?"

Kate laughed at that and slapped Y/N’s chest softly, the tick air charged with sexual tension shifted into a playful one as Y/N joined Kate with soft chuckles, "that was the worst one yet."

"Okay, okay. I will tell you what I thought the first time I saw you working out with just a sport bra and really tight shorts." Y/N trailed off for good measure, watching Kate swallow visibly as she got ready, "I would treat you like my pinkie and bang you on every furniture of my apartment."

"I’m waiting miss Y/L/N." Kate whispered on Y/N’s lips, hovering them over each other but never joining their mouths into a kiss as she smirked slyly when the girl grunted out in pleasure.

Y/N wiped Kate’s smug expression off her face with an hard, hungry kiss while her hands instinctively grasped her ass harshly, the motion causing the girl’s body to move slightly over her own and making their nipples rub against each other delightfully. "Fuck, that was good."

"Yeah." Kate panted into Y/N’s mouth when they pulled away to take some needed breath, moaning lewdly onto her lips when Y/N repeated the gesture, causing their bodies to shudder in raw arousal and buzz in anticipation.

"Shit, I want you so fucking bad." The Y/H/C girl whispered softly after their umpteenth kiss, biting down on Kate’s lips not too hard and then sucking on the soft flesh to soothe the slight stinging.

"Me too Y/N. So so bad." It was the validation Y/N needed to act on both their desires and quickly lifting her leg up, bending it with her foot laying flat on the mattress and met with Kate’s surprisingly drenched core. Their moans mixed together between their open mouths, Kate for the unexpected contact and Y/N for the delicious sensation of the archer’s juices coating her thigh, as the air in the bedroom charged with pure lust. "Fuck! Oh yess!" Kate tentatively grounded her center on Y/N’s strong leg and a powerful shockwave run down her spine as she finally got the yearned attention on her aching cunt.

"Look at you, so needy for release." Y/N stared mesmerized at the sight of the black haired beauty fucking herself on her thigh, getting out of her reverie only when a loud, strangled whine left Kate’s lips, making her finally spoke up after staying silent a few moments.

"I wouldn’t- fuck yes- look so smug right now."

"Why not?" Y/N’s grin only broadened at the archer struggling to keep her eyes open to look at her and stumbling over her words as pleasure contorted her beautiful features.

"Because I can see you literally drenching the sheets." Kate stared down at Y/N’s core to point out her words and lifted her right eyebrow up cheekily. Y/N opened her mouth to counter back with a witty remark, only for her words to die in her throat and for her lips to open into an O shape as a loud moan escaped when Kate silently readjusted herself so she could bend her own thigh so it could come in contact with Y/N’s cunt. "How’s that?"

"Fucking amazing." Y/N answered shortly, before joining their lips together again and sped up their slow tempo, their hasty movements causing the bed rest to slam onto the wall and the faint thuds blended with their moans muffled by their tongues devouring each other’s mouths.

They stopped kissing when it was too difficult to keep up due to their orgasms building fast in their stomaches, familiar coiling feelings rising into their lower abdomens, and just panted into each other mouths a mix of their names and profanities. "Are you close?"

"Yes. Are you? I want to come with you." And they did, not too long after. Their bodies stiffened as juices spilled out of their spasming cores and mixing together, their lips open as soft whines left them, their eyes never leaving each other and their hearts beating loudly and simultaneously into their ribcages. "That was- wow."

"Yeah." Kate smiled sheepishly when she slumped down onto Y/N’s body before wrapping her lips around the agent’s ones in a slow, languid kiss, both savoring their post-coital haze in their loving bubble.

"You are perfect Kate."

The archer blushed profusely at the girl’s words spoken with so much affection as her Y/E/C eyes never left her own blue irises. "So are you Y/N/N." Kate sighed out contentedly, speaking up a few seconds later, "I honestly was expecting a pick up line."

"What’s the point? I reached the pick up lines goal, we had sex. And now we know we like each other. So we can go for how many rounds we want, without using pick up lines."

Kate’s face didn’t seem to want to go back to its normal color as the crimson color on her cheeks and neck deepened while her stomach flipped over itself at Y/N’s sentence. "Too bad. I started to like them. C’mon, a few more."

"Alright." Y/N pecked Kate’s lips sweetly before speaking up again, "don’t freak out, but I’m a mind reader." Y/N stopped from good measure, before continuing, "yes, I will sleep with you."

Kate laughed heartily at the line, hearing a cute giggle joining her and her heart clenched at the sweet sound, "lame, but good."

"Mh-" Y/N hummed as she lifted her left arm up previously wrapped around Kate’s torso and looked at her wrist pensively, "that’s odd, my magic watch says you’re coming on my fingers right now. It must be running 15 minutes fast." Y/N switched her eyes then from her wrist to Kate’s eyes and bit her bottom lip seductively.

Kate felt her core release a gush of fresh arousal at the line as she shuddered wildly at the images she dreamed so many times flashed into her mind, "fuck, that was good."

"I like that one too. Hey- I was wondering- do you have room for an extra tongue in your mouth?"

"Mh- I don’t know. Why don’t you find out yourself?" Kate smirked seductively down at Y/N who growled under her breath and pushed her tongue past her lips immediately, kissing her fervently while her hands, the right one still glued on her marvelous ass while the left one laid flat on her back, grasped the archer’s flesh and tried to push her more into her own body. "I think that was my favorite one so far."

"Mh, I have another favorite one."

"Which is?"

"Mh- I don’t know if I should say it." Y/N murmured, now the one blushing as dirty thoughts invaded her mind as she thought about that particular pick up line.

"Oh c’mon! Now I’m curious. And y’know this pick up lines are going to be delivered to me only, so sooner or later you will tell me it."

"Mh, possessive, I like it. Just to clarify, they had always been just for you, I was just too much of a coward to use them with you, so I kept them to myself."

Kate awed at the adorable admission and pecked Y/N’s lips briefly, pulling back when Y/N tried to deepen the kiss, knowing she was trying to dodge the subject. "Now, please tell me."

Kate laid another peck on Y/N’s lips and the girl sighed out loud as she reprimanded herself for being already so pliable with Kate, "fine. This proves how whipped I am for you Bishop." Kate kissed sweetly Y/N again after squealing in victory as butterflies invaded her stomach, knowing pretty well she was just as much, if not more, whipped for Y/N as Y/N was for her. "Wait, forget the last part."

"You know I won’t Y/L/N." Kate smirked mischievously and teased Y/N’s slightly parted lips with the tip of her tongue before laying a soft peck on that plump, soft, still a bit red flesh, "if it makes you feel better, I am incredibly whipped for you too."

"Really?"

"Well yeah, ask Yelena. Each time you ask something or need a favor, I’m always the one volunteering to help you. I have Yelena’s whipping sounds she sends my way each time I help you with whatever you need plaguing my head." Kate admitted, a rosy color appearing on her cheeks during her little speech, smiling shyly when Y/N grinned back at her with a mix of affection and smugness after she stopped talking.

"So she teased us both." Y/N pondered out loud, shaking her head in amusement as she thought about every time Yelena teased her, "you don’t even know how often I had to endure Yelena making fun of me for my, and I quote, ‘cute, hopeless crush’ I have for you."

"Do you think she tried to play Cupid tonight?" Kate asked as she tried to put all the pieces together now that she was aware of Yelena knowing they both had a crush on each other.

"I wouldn’t be surprised. I’m 100% sure she totally planned this too. At least we have a room for ourselves so we can be as loud as we want." Y/N smirked and kissed Kate soundly, her tongue slipping past Kate’s lips and hummed contentedly when Kate moaned into her mouth, from her implication and from the amazing kiss. "We should thank her though, for tonight and for pairing us up in this room."

"Ugh, we wouldn’t hear the end of it." Kate groaned and laid her forehead on Y/N’s left clavicle.

"Wait for when we are back to the campus, where a congratulations party planned by Scott is waiting for us." Y/N chuckled when Kate groaned again into her chest and caressed her hair softly.

"Don’t dodge the subject." A few seconds later Kate lifted her head up and pointedly stared at her, "I want to know your favorite pick up line for me."

"Okay, hm-" Y/N hesitated for just a moment, but when her irises met Kate’s ocean blue ones again, all her insecurities and worries about the archer finding the pick up line too much or too gross washed away. "Your legs looks great. What time do they open? There’s a package for them I need to deliver."

"Wow."

"Too much?"

"No- I-"

"I’m sorry." Y/N closed her eyes in shame and shook her head, trying to erase those widened blue eyes and mouth open in shock from her mind, her stomach clenching in regret for making Kate uneasy, "I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It was a stupid pick up line I came up after watching you spar with Cassie. My new strap on arrived that morning and I- I’m just sorry okay? Can we forget it ever happened and move on?"

"I can’t forget it Y/N." Kate answered shortly, her tone low and raspy, her mouth closing and her jaw clenching hard as she stared deeply into Y/N’s eyes when the girl met her blue irises after she heard her speak.

"I’m sorry. I understand if you want to go. I’m truly, deeply sorry for grossing you o-"

Kate kissed Y/N hard on her lips, shutting her up successfully, glueing their faces together as her hands grasped her jaw and neck harshly. "You didn’t make me uncomfortable, nor disgusted." Kate reassured firmly, grounding Y/N with another hard stare before continuing, "I can’t forget about that line, because now you using a strap on on me is all I can think about."

"Shit." Y/N shuddered at the admission, her hands involuntarily gripping Kate’s hips in need as images flooded her mind.

"Do you happen to have a strap on with you or do I have to wait till we are back on campus?" Kate asked seductively, one of her hands straying down and settled on the girl’s left breast, her forefinger drawing idle circles around Y/N’s nipple while her teeth sank on her own bottom lip sensually.

"I-I-" Y/N swallowed thickly and tried to compose herself. "Would it look desperate if I say yes?"

"No." Kate giggled and nuzzled their noses together. "Do you really have it?"

"Yes. I always have it with me. I guess, my subconscious always hoped something like this would happen with you." Y/N admitted sheepishly, her cheeks burning softly from embarrassment at her hopeless self.

"We should thank your subconscious then, because I can’t wait for you to fuck me senselessly with your strap on." Y/N growled when one of Kate’s thighs slipped between her legs and teased her already aroused core.

"Mh shit, this feel like a dream coming true."

"There will be more things coming soon, like us for example." Kate quipped and giggled when Y/N’s eyes darkened instantly as her hands gripped her ass needily.

"It’s in my luggage. Are you sure?"

"Yes. Do you want me to go get it?"

"You can if you don’t mind." Kate pecked Y/N’s lips softly before standing up and walking towards Y/N’s luggage in the left corner of her bedroom. "It should be under all of my clothes, in a small bag."

After rummaging a few seconds with what Y/N considered the cutest focused expression with her tongue curled around on the left side of her teeth and her nose scrunched up, Kate pulled a black bag out of her luggage and walked back on the bed, straddling Y/N now seated on the bed with her back laying on the bed rest. "Did-" Kate cleared her throat and fidgeted with the bag’s zipper still in her hands, "did you use it with someone?" Kate lifted the bag up and grimaced at the silly question she couldn’t keep to her jealous self.

"No, of course not. I bought this one only for you, especially for you. I’ve used strap ons before with girls, but I haven’t had a one night stand in months."

"Are you serious?" Kate asked in awe, smiling adorably at the girl at her admission.

"I couldn’t. No one could be ever compared to you."

Kate’s eyes prickled with touched tears at the Y/H/C admission and kissed her languidly a few moments. "I did the exact same thing, since I met you and admitted I had a crush on you." They shared another sweet peck after staring lovingly at one another with dope smiles on their lips, humming into the kiss as warmth spread throughout their chest at their intimate actions. When they pulled away Kate spoke up again, "well, it seems you won’t have any more one night stands because I won’t allow it. I want you to myself."

Y/N smiled brightly at Kate’s statement and kissed her soundly, "and I want you to myself as well."

"Now. Shall we?" Kate smirked mischievously after sharing a few deep, meaningful, slow kisses and wiggled her eyebrows at Y/N, who laughed and shook her head in amusement. When Y/N nodded at her to signal her to open it herself, Kate gingerly opened the zipper and gaped at what she found. "Now I know why you bought this for me."

Kate snickered under her breath as she lifted between them the above the average long, purple strap on. "Yeah- well- yeah." Y/N snickered alongside Kate and shook her head at herself.

"Can we focus on the color you chose?"

"Can we please not?" Kate giggled at Y/N whined question and dropped the subject, for now, pecking her lips gently a few times instead, Y/N happy to comply. After Kate helped Y/N fasten the harness and position the strap correctly, Y/N moved so Kate could lay comfortably on the bed as she grabbed the bottle of lube in the bag, "ready?"

Kate stopped Y/N when the girl stretched her hand out to pour lube on it and looked up at her with big, doe eyes, "can I?"

"Y-yeah- yes- of- of course." Kate placed her hand over Y/N’s one and waited for Y/N to pour the jelly substance on her palm, before slowly but firmly spreading it onto Y/N’s strap on. "Oh shit."

"I can’t wait to feel you inside me." Kate whispered hotly on Y/N’s lips, thoroughly spreading the lube all over the purple toy, smirking smugly when Y/N wailed softly under her breath after some particular strokes and adding more pressure on purpose to hear those sounds again.

"Ready?" Y/N repeated gently as she watched Kate lay back down on the bed, her hands now on each side of her head as she hovered over the archer’s muscular body.

"Yes." Kate breathed out after a few seconds, letting the moment sink in as her stomach fluttered severely at the deep feelings she felt for the girl on top of her.

"I’ll go slowly, I promise." Y/N stated in a whispered tone on Kate’s lips, positioning herself better between Kate’s spread out legs and aligned the strap on in front of the black haired girl’s entrance. "I’ll be gentle."

"Okay." Kate smiled warmly at the thoughtfulness showed by her lover and lifted her head up from the pillow to kiss her languidly. "I want you Y/N, please." Kate moaned lustfully when the kiss got heavier after a few seconds and their bodies moving over each other caused Y/N’s strap on to rub her entrance deliciously.

"Your wish is my command, baby." Y/N slowly but firmly eased the purple toy in, reveling in the low, guttural wail of unfiltered pleasure leaving Kate’s mouth as she herself emitted a moan at the wonderful sensation of feeling whole with Kate like this, their bodies entwined and fitted perfectly like two puzzle pieces. They both had never been so intimate and connected with anyone before and that thought alone spread hard shivers all over their bodies.

"Oh yes! Mh Y/N!"

"You are taking me so well Kate, fuck." When Y/N’s hips flushed over Kate’s ones the Y/H/C girl stilled her movements to let Kate adjust to the feeling and stared at her with a mix of lust and affection.

"Please baby, move." Y/N grunted out at the blue eyed girl’s request and complied almost immediately by moving back her hips, the strap on slipping almost completely out of Kate’s center, before slamming it back slowly but firmly, eliciting a guttural groan of ecstasy from Kate. "Yes! Fuck Y/N yes!"

"Oh fuck babe." Y/N wailed out as the other small end of the dildo buried inside her pressed on her clit deliciously each time she moved into Kate.

"Faster Y/N, please."

Y/N was having an hard time trying to keep her eyes open due to the powerful pleasure she was experiencing, but she forced them open to take in Kate’s beautiful body trash around in pleasure and need at her slow thrusts, her face contorting after each movement. "You’re so fucking hot like this."

"Fuck Y/N." Kate moaned when Y/N sped up her movements, not too fast though, because she wanted them both to savor this moment to the fullest, basking in the intense pleasure their intimate activities was creating and just existing in this love bubble they were in. "You- shit- don’t know how many times I imagined being like this with you."

"Really? Like this as in me fucking you with a strap on?" When Kate nodded Y/N groaned out and increased her speed, thrusting into Kate’s center hard before swallowing her loud moans with a deep kiss.

"Yes Y/N! Oh fuck, like that! YES!" Y/N’s fast and strong thrusts caused the bed rest to slam into the wall and creating soft, but loud thuds almost completely covered by Kate’s moans that were increasing in volume after each thrust and Y/N’s grunts of pleasure.

"Shit, I’m already so close. Are you babe?" Y/N’s sentence made Kate’s walls clench on the toy needily as the coiling feeling in her stomach was almost ready to snap.

"Yes babe, make me come please." After a few more deep, hard and fast thrusts they both tumbled over the edge with their names moaned out between their open mouths. Y/N slowed her movements to let them both ride their powerful wave, before stopping altogether and sliding out of her lover slowly.

Kate grunted out at the lack of fullness the strap on was providing and shuddered slightly, her body buzzing deliciously as her senses heightened when Y/N cuddled her with the toy still strapped on her hips, the strap grazing her thigh teasingly as it spread her own release on her skin. "Just- give me a few minutes to gain my body back. Then I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow."

Y/N swallowed at that and turned her head around to find a pair of dark blue irises already staring at her needily, "Kate, shit- I almost came again. You can’t say things like that! Warn me next time."

"I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I had to endure you hitting on those girls all night. I need to fuck them out of your system." As soon as she stopped talking, she slowly took the toy off Y/N and put it on herself, before positioning herself between Y/N’s legs and spread the open, enjoying the beautiful sight that was Y/N’s drenched core, already dripping for her. "I’m Kate by the way."

"I’m sorry what? Kate we are best friends, I know your name." Y/N stared confused at Kate looking at her seductively with a fire burning behind her almost black irises and swallowed soundly at the sight.

"I was just making sure you were screaming the right name tonight."

"Fuck." Y/N whimpered at the pick up line whispered out sultrily on her lips, the tip of the toy now teasing her entrance and making her whole body light up with anticipation. "Inside, Kate. Now."

"With pleasure babe." Kate leaned down to kiss Y/N slowly while she eased the toy into Y/N’s core gently but steadily, shuddering when she felt the girl take in the strap on without restraints thanks to the great amount of arousal collected there. "How does it feel?"

"So fucking good. Shit- this- this feels like a-amazing." Y/N whimpered when Kate was buried all the way in, causing their hips to brush together gently as the girl remained still to help her get used to the toy’s size. "Y-you can move, babe."

"Get ready to scream." Kate murmured on the Y/H/C girl’s plump, bruised lips right before she started moving her hips in and out slowly and firmly, slipping all the way out, leaving just the tip in, before slamming the toy back in deeply.

"Oh yes! Shit, yes! Kate, yes!" Y/N chanted up as raw, powerful pleasure invaded every inch of her body, lightning it up and setting it on fire, tingling sensation traveling down her spine and right between her legs, increasing her pleasure.

"Ugh- Y/N, tell me- who is making you- feel- so good?" Kate grunted out while thrusting into Y/N in a steady tempo, wanting to savor each second as she took the girl over the edge. Their movements caused their nipples to brush forcefully over each other and Kate was having an hard time focusing on her thrusts as her mind fogged up with pleasure.

"You baby."

"I want to hear my name." Kate pointed out as she slammed the strap on back in harder, causing Y/N to moan out loudly as she writhed her body from the intense orgasm building up within her.

"KATE!"

"That’s right." Kate smiled lovingly down at Y/N and kissed her lips softly, a stark contrast from her unrelenting, hard moves of her hips. It took Y/N a few more minutes to tumble off the edge with Kate’s name leaving her mouth in a long, guttural groan, causing Kate to shiver in pleasure as she felt the strap shift even deeper inside as Y/N’s walls spasmed around it to spurt out the girl’s release. "You’re so beautiful."

"So do you babe." They shared a sweet peck before Kate pulled away to stare at Y/N smiling up at her with her eyes a bit unfocused and a dope grin.

"Are you okay princess?"

Y/N blushed profusely at the nickname but nodded gently at the question, "yeah, just recovering. It was a powerful orgasm."

"Wait for your next one then." Kate smirked lewdly down at Y/N before resuming her previous movements, speeding up her tempo just a notch for a few seconds to let Y/N adjust to the new sensation.

"Oh fuck."

"I told you, I need to fuck those girls out of your system." Kate slammed the toy into Y/N harshly when she stressed the word ‘fuck’ out, making Y/N see stars as she whimpered pitifully into the room. "And I’m not going to be gentle this time."

"Holy fuck yes!" Y/N slumped her head back on the pillow and arched her neck back in pleasure when Kate quickened her pace, giving her enough space to pepper open mouthed kissed on the skin on display, before the pleasure was too much to handle so she just lingered her head there to breath Y/N in and entwine their bodies more intimately, her hips’ movements making the bed squeak sensually, the sound mixing with them panting loudly into each other and the soft thud of the bedpost hitting the wall. "Fuck me! Fuck me good Kate."

"Well, as you wish princess." Kate pulled her head away form Y/N’s neck to smirk seductively down at her, who was finding extremely difficult keeping her eyes open but fought against herself to keep gazing into those dark blue pools filled with pure, raw lust, before speeding up her movements, as she thrusted the strap on in deep and hard, wanting Y/N to feel as good as she made her feel.

"Fuck. Oh! Ah!" Y/N was a moaning mess as she let intense pleasure flood her body, her mouth open to let profanities and Kate’s name out and into Kate’s lips while her hands clasped the archer’s strong back. When Kate lifted Y/N’s right leg up to hook it around her hips to have a better angle to slip the toy in deeper inside her, Y/N moved the left one to join the other leg and moaned loudly at the new sensations filling her body and mind up. "Kate! Kate! You feel so good."

"Ugh- shit you don’t even know how hot you look right now." Kate grunted in pure bliss as she never stopped her unrelenting pace, her body filling up with fatigue from their intense fight earlier that night, her arm perching her above Y/N’s body starting to hurt and the ache in her back was still present, but she kept on, wanting Y/N to fall apart before her and give her the pleasure she deserved. "Are you ready to come for me baby?"

"Yes! Yes! I’m so cLOSE!" Y/N screamed loudly when Kate’s hand left her hips to touch her clit, teasing it with slow idle circles and soft taps, watching with rapt amazement the beautiful view of Y/N’s face contorting in ecstasy at her ministrations.

"Shit, your moans are turning me on so fucking much."

"Are you- c-close too? I want to come with you again." Kate faltered her movements just a bit from the whispered request and was suddenly flooded with the purpose of tipping them both off the edge. So with a newfound determination she sped her movements impossibly up and slammed in and out of Y/N hard, shuddering wildly when the small end buried inside her hit something within her that made her almost see stars. "Oh yes, oh, oh yes. OH KATE!"

"YES Y/N."

They both tumbled over the edge with their names blending together between their open mouths, Kate stopping her hips’ movements for a few seconds as her body went still and juices spilled out of her spasming center, her orgasm becoming ten times more powerful when she looked down and saw Y/N’s and her juices mixing onto the strap and the sheets. The archer resumed her motions, now slower and more gentle to let them both ride their post-coital wave to the fullest before stopping altogether, slipping out and taking off the strap, placing it gingerly at the end of the bed. Both groaned at the lack of fullness but hummed contentedly when Kate laid down beside Y/N and cuddled her lovingly. "You did it." Kate turned her head around to regard Y/N with a confused look, smiling fondly at her when Y/N giggled cutely under her breath, "I think I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I feel so sore."

"Good. I’m not opposed to not leaving this bed. There are a lot of things we can do."

"Mh, tempting." Y/N hummed and pulled Kate closer to her. "You don’t even know how many times I dreamed about this. Not only the sex, but you liking me back."

"Same. I was so scared you didn’t feel the same. I guess I need to thank those girls in the end. Look where they got us."

"I think we should thank Yelena, Kamala and America first. I’m sure they’ve been planning this for a while." They both laughed at their friends before letting the comfortable silence wrap them into a loving bubble. "You look tired, you should sit down a bit. Oh no, it looks like all the seats are taken. Well, I guess you’ll just have to sit on my face."

Kate stopped her hand’s movements on Y/N’s chest, caressing between her sternum gently and softly, as she lifted her head up to look at Y/N incredulously from her pick up line she just delivered, "are you serious?" Kate asked with her tone low and raspy, wanting to know if Y/N was genuine about her innuendo as her body already buzzed in anticipation and arousal started to collect between her legs, in her eager core.

"Why don’t you come up here and find out yourself?" Y/N smirked seductively and winked at Kate, who grunted out loud before clashing their mouths together in an hard kiss, both girls shivering in anticipation at what was about to come (no pun intended).

"Let me- just-" Kate pulled away from their kisses and pointedly stared at Y/N’s legs, trailing off for good measure a few seconds then speaking up with her left eyebrow arched up seductively and a sly smirk, "you have really nice legs, but they would look better with my head between them." Kate delivered her own pick up line and reveled in the shocked and aroused expression that flitted over Y/N’s features at the girl’s words, not expecting her to tease back when she thought she was ready to sit on her face, but not completely opposed to it as her core clenched needily over nothing and juices dripped out of it.

"Y-Yeah." Y/N stammered out adorably in agreement as her head fogged up with images of Kate smiling up at her from between her legs and that thought alone made her almost come undone, and Kate giggled at the cute sight, before leaning down and connecting their lips in the first of the many more kisses they were going to share that night during their funny activities.

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Brooklyn’s Sweetheart Chapter 18: I Got an Eight-Ball of Yey!

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Chapter Summary: Ahh, the typical college experience: alcohol and drug abuse, handymen turned sugar daddies, and the inescapable mounting pressure to succeed as the semester progresses.

Word Count: 4,336

Warnings: Language, drinking, drug use

A/N: Hello dear readers, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I have been having so much fun writing America Chavez, Kate Bishop, and Kamala Khan, all of whom I love dearly in the comics. I think this chapter is a lot of fun and I hope you guys do too. Btw I don't condone any of the things being done in this chapter ;)

ALSO: I’ve discovered that the formatting is so weird on mobile?? It doesn’t show any of my line breaks? I want to fix it but HOW??? Why is mobile like this????

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There was a storm cloud above her head when she entered the apartment several days later and slammed the door. When she threw herself down on the couch next to Kamala, her roommates all exchanged a look before turning their attention to her.

“How was swim practice?” Kate asked tentatively. The other girl’s hair was still wet and she was still wearing her swimsuit, only a pair of tiny spandex athletic shorts covering her.

“Ugh.”

Wanda grimaced. “How was the interview?”

Her whine was cut off as she tossed her arm over her face dramatically. “Mmmfh—”

“That bad?”

She let out a pitiful moan before falling silent.

Kamala reached out and pet her hair gently. “There, there. It’ll be okay.”

She had already had three interviews and none of them had gone well. The last one had ended when she couldn’t give a good answer as to why she would be the best candidate for the position. Utilities were due soon and she had no food of her own in the pantry. Wanda had been taking pity on her and sharing her ramen packets. On top of that, her swim coach wanted her to focus more on her breaststroke rather than freestyle, which was her preferred technique, and she already had three readings due for her classes that she was nowhere close to completing.

“I know this isn’t really helpful,” Wanda said tentatively, “But Bucky’s in your room.”

Her back straightened immediately and she shot off the couch. “What?” she nearly shouted. “Why?”

“He’s putting up shelves.”

“He wasn’t supposed to do that until next weekend!”

Rushing down the hall, she threw open her bedroom door and of course, there was Bucky, drill in hand, multiple shelves already hung up around the room. He paused when he saw her, eyes errantly raking down her figure before snapping right back up to her face.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, face heating up with anger and embarrassment at the way he was looking at her.

“Uh,” he nodded to the half-drilled shelf above his head. “Shelves?”

How the hell could Bucky act as if nothing was amiss?

“You weren’t supposed to come until next weekend!”

“Well I had time today, and I wanted to take some measurements of the kitchen, too.”

“The kitchen?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna put up some shelves in there, too. You guys don’t even have an island—I was thinking of building one, and I needed to measure the area. This place has almost no storage space, but—”

“Shut up!” she cried. “You can’t just come over like this without telling me!”

Bucky frowned and put down the drill, approaching her with his hands raised. “Whoa, doll, calm down. I just wanted to help out.”

“We don’t need help!”

“I know, but listen.” He placed his hands gently on her shoulders, and she thought about shying away, but his palms were so warm, and he was looking right into her eyes with that earnest blue gaze, and then he started talking in that deep, husky voice, tone so soft that it melted her. “I feel real bad about everything that’s happened. And I just want to do something that’ll make your life easier. You see?”

He motioned around to the shelves he had already put up, and that’s when she got a good look at them. There were some hung up low above her bed that she could use as a bedside table. A long line of shelves and cabinets hung along the wall to the side, some with hooks, some with rods, so she could hang up her clothes. On the opposite wall there was a larger shelf down low positioned as a makeshift desk, her desk chair already tucked underneath, and above it, more cabinets and shelves.

“And I knew you were gonna need a place to study,” Bucky was saying, “So you can use this one as a desk. There should be plenty of space up here for your books,” he ran his hand along the cabinets above. “And I was considering building you something else, maybe something with drawers that you can use as a dresser, maybe something that slides under your bed—but I didn’t know how much space would be left.”

She looked around again, then walked to the little desk and ran her hand across it. The wood was smooth and glossy, a warm color that didn’t detract too much light from the room. They all matched, so she knew he really did make them all himself. She recalled that his grandfather was a carpenter. Bucky must have learned a few things before he passed away.

“I also brought you something,” he said, startling her out of her thoughts.

“What?”

“A little housewarming gift.” From out of nowhere, he pulled out a small potted plant, a succulent in a soft green color with stubby little protrusions. “They’re called Baby Toes.”

She frowned at the small plant that did indeed look like the toes of an infant. It was all too much at once—the shelves, the plant, the kindness in his eyes.

“Please say something, doll.”

Realizing that he was still holding the plant out to her with a worried expression on his face, his vulnerability hitting her straight in the heart, she looked back up at him, eyes shining a little bit. She chewed on her lip, then gave him a small smile; she was a little ashamed at her anger at him before. Her voice was soft as she took the small plant, “Thank you, Bucky.”

“You like it?” he asked hopefully. “And the shelves?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“I’m glad.”

He hid his triumphant grin from her as he finished putting up the last of the shelves, and he didn’t say anything about how she placed the plant on the shelf underneath her window and opened the blinds for the sun to reach through.

Once he was done, they went into the main room where he took measurements for shelves for the kitchen and living room. He was all business, barely speaking to any of the girls as they chattered amongst themselves.

Once he was done, he said, “I’ll be back in a few days to put them up.” Y/N walked him out and stood in the hallway to say goodbye to him.

“Thanks again, Bucky,” she said, still slightly chagrinned at her previous treatment of him. “The shelves are really nice, and helpful, and the plant is really cute.”

“Of course, doll.” The sincere smile on his face was the honest one he would always give when he felt his heart swell with love for her, the same smile he gave her on the night of her birthday when he told her she was beautiful. “I’d do anything for you.”

Her face heated up again, this time from the way her heart fluttered in her chest. Bucky pulled her in for a hug, lingering for a moment before bidding her goodbye again.

The next time she saw Bucky was a few days later, Friday afternoon.

She was back from class and she didn’t have swim practice, which was a relief because her muscles were aching terribly from the last week of training and drills meant to whip her back into shape. Her immediate plan was to take a hot bath and work on the 30-page required reading about Mesopotamia for her history course; then she would perhaps consider letting Wanda drag her to the house party that she had been talking about all week.

But then Bucky was in the kitchen, the shrill buzz of his drill working the shelves into the wall combined with the fact that he was shirtless disrupting every single rational thought she almost had.

Kamala and Wanda were perched on the couch, eyes raking over the muscles and tattoos covering his back and arms. America and Kate—who had literally not had eyes for anyone but each other since they had all moved in together—were the only ones who noticed the girl in the doorway, whose mind was also shorting out by the sight of Bucky half-naked.

“Hey,” America greeted her. “How was class?”

“Uh.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Um.”

“Good talk.”

Bucky was alerted to her presence then, and he turned around and sent that bright smile at her. “Hey, darling. How was class?”

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

Kate made quite an unbecoming snort at this, but Bucky seemed to ignore it. “I think your AC’s broken,” he answered, his tanned wrist coming up to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Was gonna take a look at it once I finish with these shelves.”

“Oh.”

“Can’t you feel how hot it is in here?” America asked pointedly.

Well, she had chalked up the heat to the blush that was surely spread far and wide over her body at the sight of Bucky’s tattoos, ones she had once fantasized running her hands and lips over in the throes of passion—

“I have homework to do!”

With that, she hurried to her room, shutting herself away and sitting at her desk with the intent of doing her readings. However, she stared at the words in her textbook and didn’t take in a single word about the ancient language of the Sumerians or the legacy of the Akkadian Empire or the significance of the Epic of Gilgamesh for the better part of an hour.

Instead, she listened through the walls as Bucky and her roommates chatted, as he finished up putting a bunch of shelves in their apartment, and as he somehow magically got the AC unit working after fiddling with the filter or something for five minutes.

When a light knock came on her door and Bucky let himself into her room, he was thankfully wearing a shirt, and his hair was pulled into a little bun at the nape of his neck. “Hey, doll,” he greeted her. “Wanted to check in on you.”

Now that she didn’t have to see so much of his skin, she could think. “Hi.” Yet somehow that’s all she managed to say.

Bucky walked around, looking at the shirts and dresses she had hung up on the racks, the books and pictures she had placed on the shelves, and the succulent on her windowsill. Then he wandered back over to her and glanced over the desk, half of which held her beauty products, and the other half held her laptop and study materials.

“I have something for you.”

Her eyes grew wider and she frowned. “Bucky, you can’t keep bringing me stuff.” It harkened back to when her father would “apologize” for his cruelty with shiny gifts and meaningless gestures.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said honestly, “But I saw it in a shop and it reminded me of you.” Kneeling in front of her, he fished a little velvet bag out of his jeans, handing it to her and looking at her expectantly.

She sighed and pulled it open, then dumped the contents of the bag onto her open palm. It was a small bracelet made of intertwined white string, a line of tiny rose quartz beads woven in the middle.

“Bucky,” she tried to protest, pushing it towards him. “You shouldn’t have—”

“Sweetheart, just take the bracelet,” he laughed. “Barely cost me anything.”

Well, it wasn’t extravagant like her father would always go for. It was just a simple gesture… practically meaningless. Right?

“Help me put it on?”

He grinned and obliged, big fingers fumbling with tying the tiny strings around her thin wrist. “There,” he said once he finally tightened the knot. “Perfect.” He looked into her eyes as he said the word and his intense stare made her feel hot all over.

Looking back at her reading, she tapped her highlighter on the pages of her book. “So,” she said. “You fixed the AC?”

“Yep,” he answered. “And took measurements for an island in the kitchen. I’m gonna measure underneath your bed now, too. I’ll make you some little drawers you can pull out and put clothes in.”

“Oh—okay—” she said, watching as he stood and pulled a tape measure from his pocket. He was quick, writing the numbers down on a little notepad, sticking his pencil behind his ear. When he finished, he turned and saw her watching.

Holding her gaze, he stalked towards her, towering above her in her desk chair. Goosebumps raised over her arms at his predatory gaze, like he was stalking his prey—or playing with it.

“What’re you reading?” he asked, leaning down over her shoulder to get a good look at her papers. “Mesopotamia, huh?”

“Yeah,” she replied, her mouth dry. This close, she could smell him, tobacco and cologne, a little bit of sweat. It threw her back to the first night he took her, when he was so sweet, and to the night they punished her so horribly, her ass stinging as she rode his cock. He was so warm against her shoulder, and she felt like she was vibrating.

He pulled back to look at her face, still very close. “You’re so smart.”

“I—” Why did she always feel so warm inside when he complimented her?

Then he was gone, standing up and away from her. “Listen, I have to get going. I’ll be back in a few days once I’m done with the island and the drawers. Alright?”

“Okay.” She was still in a sort of daze from their proximity, from his compliments, his body heat.

“You need anything, just call me.”

“Okay.”

She walked him out and he pulled her into a big hug just outside the front door, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“See you later.”

When she came back into the house, she collapsed on the couch.

“Why do you look like that?” Kate asked. She and America were in the kitchen filling up the shelves with everything that had been sitting on the counters for the past week while Kamala and Wanda sat at the kitchen table doing homework.

“Like what?”

“Sad,” Wanda answered. “You look sad.”

She huffed. “I’m not sad. I’m just… I don’t know. Wanda, why do I miss him so much?”

“Who, Bucky?”

“Yes, Bucky!”

Kamala answered, “Because he’s a total sweetheart. Seriously—why did you even break up?”

Y/N looked at Wanda and they shared a glance. “It’s complicated.” She hadn’t even told Wanda the entire story—just that they were somehow involved in her father’s murder and that she couldn’t live with them anymore. She had barely told Wanda the extent of her relationship with Steve and Bucky—only that she had kissed both of them, and they both seemed to like her.

“Listen, it’s totally normal to miss an ex after a breakup,” Wanda said.

America added, “But not so normal for your ex to come in and do a bunch of nice things for you afterwards.”

“Well he clearly wants back into your pants,” Kate said. “Otherwise he wouldn’t be doing all this.”

It hurt to think that Bucky’s motivations were simply to get her back. “Can’t he be doing nice things just for the sake of being nice?”

“No,” the girls all said together.

“But we don’t really know the circumstances of your breakup,” Kamala pointed out. She was ever the optimist. “I believe that people can change, and I believe in second chances. Maybe this is that.”

“Ugh, don’t give her ideas,” America groaned. “Girl, you need to move on from him.”

“Hey, you agreed with me earlier when I said how swoon-worthy Bucky is.”

“Kamala, he’s a hot guy who comes over to our house and builds us shelves for our kitchen. How can I not swoon a little?”

“Ugh, guys,” Y/N groaned. “Not helping!”

Wanda stood and sat by her friend, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. “I have just the thing to cheer you up. A little rager in Greenwich Village is the perfect remedy to a broken heart!” She wiggled her fingers around in her face, as if it was a magic trick that could cure her gloom.

“I don’t know if that’s really the case, Wan,” America said, skepticism written on her face as she tutted.

“You’re right. Copious amounts of drugs and alcohol are the real cure. Time to break out the Tito’s!”

The month of September carried on in much the same fashion. Between the rigor of her classes and her grueling swim practices, she somehow managed to get a part-time job as a waitress, barely getting fifteen hours a week. Bucky would stop by every week or so to repair something or put up furniture that he built himself, and he would always bring little gifts.

An embossed leather journal for her to take notes in; a vintage art piece he hung up on her wall; a new set of nice markers to draw with.

“I hope you’re still drawing,” he said one day. “You’re a great artist.”

He’d shower her with compliments, encourage her when she struggled with her many obligations, and never stopped offering to fix up things around the house.

Between class, homework, swim, work, and Bucky, she went out with Wanda and the girls regularly. She found out that she loved vodka, hated tequila (after a particularly monstrous hangover), and was intrigued by the party drugs she seemed to see everywhere, but too nervous to take them.

It was all a good distraction from her inner turmoil, her heart aching whenever she thought of Bucky.

He had always been her friend, she had always cherished the connection they had, and it seemed like it was all thrown away in a matter of a few days. It hurt to think about and all she wanted was for things to be like they used to be.

Kamala said she was mourning the loss of a relationship and it was normal to feel this way. That didn’t make it hurt any less.

Ultimately, she missed Bucky. She missed Bucky with so much of her heart, it hurt. She got so excited whenever he stopped by, her heart beating a race in her chest, although she wouldn’t show it. Secretly, she looked forward to each visit, and had occasionally asked him over for repairs every so often.

The shower head really had needed replacing, and the lock on her window really had been jammed. If she got to see Bucky while he fixed it, then maybe it didn’t bother her so much.

Sometimes she did wonder if she was playing into his trap—and then she would look at him, joking about something, eyes lit up whenever he looked at her, and she knew he wasn’t the type to try and manipulate her like that. Truthfully, she had always felt safe around Bucky, aside from those few specific instances all those weeks ago. But he had always kept her safe, secure.

She was being paranoid. That was all.

And then there was Steve, who Bucky mentioned a few times in passing, but never brought up more than that. She thought about Steve sometimes, about the man he used to be, and the man he had turned into.

She missed him, too—only the soft parts, though. The man who held her in bed in the morning and ran his fingers across her skin. The man who bought her pretty trinkets just for her delight. But that man seemed to be lost to rage and violence.

Or maybe they were the same man the whole time and she never realized. How had she missed how dark and angry Steve had become, but more than that, how had she failed to do anything to help him, to prevent him from falling down a hole so dark and deep that he could never crawl out?

She thought of him when she sketched in her notebook, whenever she broke out her watercolor paints and used the techniques he showed her over the summer.

One day, Kate looked over her shoulder as she painted at the kitchen table and asked, “Aw, you’re painting your sugar daddy? Who’s that guy next to him?”

“Ugh, Bucky’s not my sugar daddy.”

Wanda peaked across the table at the drawing. “That’s her other boyfriend.”

“Steve is not my boyfriend!” The vehemence in her voice shocked the other girls.

“Woah, fine, okay. He’s her sugar daddy’s boyfriend.”

“Oh my God, he is not!”

Then a knock sounded on the door, startling them out of their teasing. Kamala stood from the couch to answer it, announcing, “It’s Bucky!” even though they could all see the front door from the kitchen.

Bucky entered the apartment with one of their kitchen chairs which he had taken to repair a few days ago when it broke. “I’ve got the chair,” he said, “Fixed the leg and sanded it down a little, too.”

“Oh, Bucky, our hero,” Wanda teased as he set the chair next to her at the table.

“We really should pay you for being our own personal handyman,” Kate added.

He grinned at them. “I would never charge you ladies—it’s my pleasure.” Then he turned to the third girl at the table, running his hand over her shoulder. “How’s it going, doll?”

“Fine,” she answered, a little shorter than usual on account of her friends’ insinuations just before his arrival.

“What’re you working on?” He leaned over her, pressing the weight of his hand into her shoulder, and a soft grin slowly grew over his face as the photo. “That looks real nice, sweetheart.”

“It’s nothing,” she said quickly, shoving the paper away from herself, embarrassed. “I really should be working on homework.”

He pulled away from her, a sly grin stretching his mouth. “Whatever you say. Hey, what’re you doing on Friday night?”

“Homework,” she answered automatically. “Uh—probably.”

He chuckled at her and asked, “Could you spare a couple hours away from homework and come to dinner with me?”

She was silent for a moment, then stuttered. “Uh—”

“She’d love to!” Wanda interjected. “Pick her up at 6! We’ll make sure she’s ready.” Wanda received a sharp glare from her friend, but she ignored it.

“Great, thanks, Wanda,” Bucky said, beaming at her before turning his smile back on the girl who stole his heart. “Dress nice, I’m taking you someplace fancy. Oh, before I forget—” He fished around in his pants pocket before pulling out a small rectangular box. “I want you to wear this. Okay?” She took it hesitantly and nodded. “Good, I’ll see you Friday, sweetheart.” He bent down to give her a kiss on the top of her head before heading out the door.

Once he was gone, Y/N turned to Wanda. “What the hell?” she exclaimed. “Why would you do that!”

Wanda scoffed. “Listen, you’ve been dancing around him all month.”

“For a reason!”

“Not a good one! He’s proven that he’s a nice person! He gives you gifts! He fixes our shitty apartment! He calls you sweetheart! And you’re crazy about him, we can all see it!”

“You know what he did, Wanda!”

“What did he even do?” America asked. “You never told us.”

Y/N sighed and looked pointedly at Wanda, who shrugged and answered, “You guys really don’t want to know. Anyways, you don’t have to fall in love with him! But I’ve been trying to hook you up for the last month and you refuse to go on any dates! You’ve been way too uptight, so you need to have some fun—and get laid.”

At the insinuation that she would have sex with Bucky, she choked on her own spit. “I’m not going to have sex with him!”

“But he’s your sugar daddy, he gives you gifts for sex!” Kate said.

“That’s prostitution, Kate,” America scoffed. “But what’s in the box?”

She had almost forgotten about the box laying on the table next to her paintbrush. She opened it carefully and tries to suppress a smile. It was a thin gold chain with a dainty ruby pendant at the end, simple and sweet.

“What were you saying about Bucky not being your sugar daddy?” America asked dryly.

Kate helped her clasp the necklace together. The pendant fell just below the dip of her collarbone. Wanda grinned, “You need to date this boy or I will.”

Kamala protested, “Hey, you already have a girlfriend. Leave some hotties for the rest of us!”

Y/N sighed and took the necklace off, shoving it back in the box. “Well, it’s too bad, because I’m too busy to date him anyways.”

“Speaking of which, don’t you have a shift in like, a half an hour?” Kamala asked, pointing to the clock on the stove.

“Yes, I do. Thanks for reminding me.”

America snorted. “Yeah, you need all the hours you can get. Utilities are due on the first of the month.”

“Ugh, I know, but they only scheduled me for one shift this week. I’ll figure it out.”

She went to get ready and Wanda followed her into her room. “You know, if you need more money, I can get you a shift at the Widow’s Web.”

Y/N frowned, grabbing her nametag from her desk. “I don’t know…”

“C’mon, upstairs is just waitressing, and now that Natasha’s Manhattan location is open, it’s a shorter train ride.”

“Maybe,” Y/N shrugged. “I’ll think about it. I gotta go, though. I’ll see you later.”

The rest of the week passed in a blur. A 6-page essay on the contributing factors to the Collapse of the Bronze Age; a chemistry exam that she got a C- on; an art project due for her drawing class. A visit to the athletic department’s physical therapist to look at her shoulder, which had been hurting since she started switching up her stroke style. One 4-hour shift at the diner. Not enough money in her bank account for bills, so she had to take out of her savings. Again.

“Well if you take a few shifts at the Widow’s Web, you’ll earn back that money in no time,” Wanda said with a bright smile as she shuffled through the dresses Y/N owned. It was Friday evening and Bucky would be around to pick her up in a half hour. Her hair and makeup were done, all courtesy of Wanda. The ruby necklace was already sitting in place on her neck.

“I know,” she sighed. “With the way I’m burning through my savings, I won’t have enough money to make it to senior year.”

“Ooh!” Wanda squealed, pulling a swathe of dark fabric from a hanger. “This is perfect!”

“It’s a little revealing…”

“Uh, yeah. Duh. Put it on!”

With a sigh, Y/N pulled the dress on over her undergarments. The shin-length dress was a deep navy blue with delicate white flowers spotting the fabric, thin straps and a deep V-neck revealing much of her chest. She looked in the mirror with a frown. “I don’t know… It shows my bra!”

“Take your bra off, then. C’mon, this is probably the least revealing thing you’ve worn all semester, especially considering some of the things I manage to get you in for parties!”

It was true; Wanda was partial to miniskirts and crop tops, and whenever Y/N allowed her to dress her up like a little doll, that was often the result. “Fine,” she grunted, pulling off her bra and then adjusting the straps of the dress. Her sigh of exasperation was cut short by a knock on the door.

“He’s here!” Wanda squealed, running out to get it.

“He’s early!”

“Put on your shoes!” Wanda yelled back at her.

She huffed but obliged, buckling up the strappy heels that paired with the dress. As she heard Wanda answer the door, she completed her outfit with a simple gold bracelet, stud earrings, and a spritz of a floral perfume.

Then she walked into the living room, and her greeting to Bucky died out in a gasp as she saw who stood in the living room instead of her date, her stomach twisting up and turning sour. “Steve, what?”

He smiled, pink lips surrounded by a full golden beard that hadn’t been there before. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, crossing her arms across her chest, shy at the way his eyes dragged across her form.

“Bucky was called away for something by Tony,” he answered. “Buck didn’t want to have to cancel on you, so he sent me instead.”

She was frozen for a moment, voice stopped in her throat by something sticky and unpleasant, but then she blurted out what every molecule in her body was screaming. “No.”

He raised his eyebrows. “No?”

“No,” she repeated, voice stronger now. “I’m not going anywhere with you, Steve. Get out.”

“Honey—”

“No! I’m serious, Steve, get out, right now. I’m not going on a date with you.”

Hurt flashed across his face, lips forming a pout in an impressive display of manipulative emotion. She could feel all of her roommates’ eyes on her. He said her name, softly, almost a whisper, and it almost worked, almost made her heart jump back on board with him.

But her resolve held strong, even as her skin itched at the memory of his touch.

“Our neighbor is a cop, Steve,” she said, pointing in the general direction of the apartment next to them. “Get out. Now. I’m not playing your game anymore.”

Pressing his lips together, he let out a long sigh. “Fine,” he replied, not clipped or short like he had been in the past, but gentle and accepting. “Have a good night, darling.”

And then he left, just like that.

It was silent in the apartment, only the sound of Steve’s footsteps growing quieter at he went down the hall.

Then, finally, America broke the silence. “Damn,” she said. “He must’ve really fucked up to get that treatment from you.”

“I’m going to bed.”

And with that, she retreated back to her room, locking the door behind her, hiding underneath a blanket, and ignoring every time her roommates tried to check on her.

She tried to tell herself that her heart hurt because Bucky had bailed on their date. But she couldn’t help but regret not going with Steve, wondering where he would’ve taken her, what they would’ve talked about, and if it would’ve been anything like how things used to be, so long ago.

Half of her felt justified in her reaction to him, angry that he had the gall to show up and expect her to go out with him, just like that, no apology, nothing. The other half of her felt so bad, and guilty, and it kept replaying the look of hurt on his face at her rejection, his defeat as he left the apartment. And more than that, he had actually respected her wishes, and he left. That had to count for something, right? Maybe he wasn’t all bad.

These conflicting emotions warred inside her for the better part of the next week. It didn’t help that Bucky didn’t come by or text her that entire week, and that made her so confused, like she had done something wrong and now he was mad at her for it.

Was he mad? Was he mad that she rejected Steve? Should she have texted him during the week instead? (Not that she hadn’t drafted about 57 messages to him and then deleted them before sending a single word).

Why was all of this so fucking complicated?

So her turmoil continued throughout another four discussion assignments for each of her classes, one shift at work, and five grueling swim practices in a row, until that Friday, when she came home and cried so hard in the shower that her roommates looked at her with pity in their eyes when they came out.

“Listen,” Wanda said her name and took her shoulders, forcing her to make eye contact despite her puffy red eyes. “You need to come out with us and have fun. And get super drunk and fuck someone else. Forget about Bucky and Steve. They’re old news.”

America piped up then, an enthusiastic, “Hey I got an eight-ball of yey! That’ll make you feel better!”

And at that point, she was so fucking tired of feeling sad, and feeling guilty, and feeling angry, and feeling conflicted over the stupid boys in her life.

“You know what, you’re right. Let’s go out tonight!”

It took one shot of Tito’s to get her into the silk minidress Wanda picked out, another to get her out of the apartment and to the club they picked downtown (courtesy of a fake ID provided to her by Kate), and an entire margarita to get her into the bathroom of the bar with a line of coke in front of her, awaiting her nose.

“Okay, cut that in half, America, she can’t snort that whole thing!” Wanda said, regulating the line America laid out for her. They had already both had their turns.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Y/N asked, uncertainty in her tone.

America rolled her eyes. “Dude, it’s cocaine. Do you wanna be safe, or do you wanna forget about Buck-nasty and Steve Buscemi?”

“Oh my fucking God,” Wanda snorted, “But she’s right, just do the line. We’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

“We do this all the time,” Kate reassured her.

“Uh, I don’t,” Kamala pointed out, ever the more conservative partier of the group.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, then rolled her eyes. “Whatever, fuck it.” It burned her nostrils going in and when she brought her head up, she thought her nose was bleeding, but there was no blood, and it was numb all the way into her sinuses and down her throat. “Holy shit!”

Every cell and atom in her body was charged and alert, like she had chugged six cups of coffee all at once or injected it into her veins. Her hands were shaking, but she barely registered that as euphoria and elation swept through her. Skin tingling, shivering, a smile swept over her face.

“How do you feel?” Wanda asked as Kate snorted the rest of the powder on the counter.

Y/N giggled and threw her arms up. “Oh my God!” She gasped, “Let’s go dance!”

Throughout the night, they hopped around to a few different clubs across the city, and they danced and drank and she took whatever drugs Wanda gave her, including more cocaine and a little purple pill that she slipped in her mouth and made her feel sososo good. Suddenly, she couldn’t even think about anything but the beat of the music shaking her bones and making tsunamis in her blood and the way her skin felt so soft and smooth, and how nice it felt when the people around her danced against her body.

The lights twirled in her eyes and on her skin and they almost tickled against her skin, so funny that she laughed and laughed until her stomach cramped and someone pushed another drink into her hand. Tequila burned her lips and she didn’t mind it as much as she normally did especially with the fresh burst of the lime that Wanda shoved between her lips when she almost gagged.

She lost track of time, and places, and people. All she knew was the bass in her skull and the bodies against her, dancing to the rhythm like a séance or a ritual or something almost spiritual.

Denim pants against her legs, and someone’s mesh crop top on her palms, and long silky hair gliding against her bare arms, and soft lips on her neck, and sticky lip gloss stains left on her skin. Hands, hands everywhere, pushing up her dress, touching her through the silk, and God, the feeling of her own silk dress on her skin felt so good, she just had to rub her own belly and sides and hips for the feeling—

And heat, so much heat, rising up her chest and suffocating her brain. She couldn’t get a breath of fresh air, she was breathing through a plastic bag, and she turned to the person she thought was Wanda and gasped, “I’m gonna go outside for a second!”

After she made her way through the bodies and out the doors, the fresh air felt so clean on her face, and she broke out in goosebumps as the sweat covering her body evaporated into the brisk October air.

Wait—wait, wait, wait a second. She knew the bridge in front of the club. And what did that familiar street sign say? Or was she hallucinating from the copious amounts of drugs she took?

Were they in Brooklyn? She didn’t even remember taking the subway!

The streetlights and cars swam in her vision, twisting and twirling like the fucking Tilt-A-Whirl at Coney Island, which definitely wasn’t as fun as Bucky insisted it was, and this felt exactly like that.

She turned and leaned her hands on her knees and panted like she had just swam a 100-meter race with her shitty breaststroke.

“You okay, girl?” The voice was deep, maybe the bouncer, she wasn’t sure, all she could see was the concrete and her toenails painted blue, poking out through her heels.

But she managed a reply, her words slurred around the numbness of her tongue, “Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m great, yeah.”

“Uh—”

And then, very casually, she face-planted into the brick wall beside her.

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