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wandasaura · 1 year ago

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protective kate is one thing. protective kate in a purple suit is another. i am ruined. she’s such a good guard dog

Knight in Shining Collar

Summary: Kate protects what she cares about most

Pairing: WandaNat x reader x Kate

Word Count: 3.6k ish

Warning: weapon use, some headspace play , a bit of foreplay and the beginnings of smut

Let me know if I missed anything

A/N: thank @maximotts for this one 😂 she sent me the inspiration that made me wanna write this

Training Grounds Master List

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

Being at S.H.I.E.L.D conventions was always weird to you, having avoided them for years now, but you not only had family involved but also partners. Looking around there was always a wide variety of reactions, some pity while others were disgusted by you, and they always made you want to hide somewhere. Before you can really make your escape an arm is thrown around your neck, and you’re pulled closer to your best friend. Right, you had a Yelena involved with this stupid place too.

“C’mon Y/N Y/L/N, come sit next to the best agent in the world.” She smirks at you as she leads you over to her table. She lets you sit down, messing up your hair as she mumbles that she’ll be right back. You were preoccupied looking at the menu laid out on the table that you didn’t notice a couple people walking up to the table, but they caught your attention as the group sat down across from you.

You go to open your mouth but the bigger man holds his hand up, an unimpressed look on his face. “You don’t get to speak. Agent Z is one of the best out there and I can’t believe his fake daughter had the guts to show her face here. Running from the family business is pretty shameful, but then again you must take after your real father; useless and weak.” The group laughs, but you can’t breathe. Your heart stopped the moment the word fake dripped out of his mouth, but the second your father came up your brain short circuited. Angry hot tears well up in your eyes, and you’re trying to be strong and not show them that they got to you but it doesn’t matter. A single tear falls from your eyes when you hear someone clear their throat.

Whipping your head around you come to see Kate’s plum suit, the buttons open to show off her white shirt and shiny belt buckle. Her hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb immediately wiping away the tear. She looks down at you, eyes softening momentarily as she searches your face.

You’ve never seen her eyes harden like they do, clear ocean blue turning almost pitch black. “Would you like to explain yourself before I beat your ass?” The group all silence, but you can tell they don’t quite take her seriously. “Love the good answers, see you guys went to a great school. My guess is you don’t recognize me, right?” Her voice is bright and light, but the smile on her face is sarcastic.

The big guy chuckles nervously, but puts his hand out in an attempt to calm the situation. “Look kid, Y/N gets what she has coming. She knew that coming here. Some new agent like you can’t scare us. We’re veterans.” His confidence is building again, and he starts laughing with his friends. A few joking jabs are thrown between them, but they don’t expect Kate to start laughing.

“It’s okay, you guys don’t need to recognize me. I get it, I’m new and I did do my hair differently today.” She has a cocky smirk on her face now, staring dangerously at the big guy. “Let me introduce myself then. My name’s Kate Bishop, also known as Hawkeye or should I just drop the Avenger title now so that you dumbasses will understand?” She’s walked away from you by now, walking around the table to stand behind the group. Their heads turn to continue to watch her but by the time she comes to a stop behind the big guy, her smirk has dropped from her face. The man starts sputtering, realizing that he just crossed a line, but it doesn’t matter because seconds later the archer’s fist connects with his face.

The other agents at the table stand quickly, positioning themselves for a fight. Kate just straightens her tie, buttons her jacket, and smiles brightly at them. Reaching to grab a glass from a passing waiter, she lifts it in a silent cheers. “If you guys want we can fight this one out but I can promise it won’t end well for you, or you can pick your friend up here and walk away.” One of the younger guys opens his mouth up to say something, but the archer just shushes him. “I wouldn’t argue with me, I happen to have a lot of very powerful friends who would back me without a second thought. I also happen to have deadly aim, before you even reach for the gun that you have strapped to your left thigh or the knife that is taped to your lower back, towards the right, I will have thrown an arrow head straight through your eye.” Sipping at her drink, her eyes twinkle dangerously as she watches them. The group quickly drags away the big guy, and you can’t help but watch in awe as she quickly comes back to your side.

She kneels down so she’s closer to you, and she scans your face. Her face hardens some when she notices the unshed tears, and she curses under her breath. “I’m sorry princess, I should have gotten Wanda or someone to completely obliterate them. I sh—“ You wrap your arms around her neck and bury your face in her hair, pulling her as close as possible.

The feeling of her arms wrapping around you makes you giggle, sniffling as the shock and sadness finally starts to disappear. By the time she finally pulls away to question you, your giggles are shaking your body and you can barely breath. The smile she has on her face as she watches you silences you immediately, your heart skipping a beat and your brain turns to mush. “I love you so much Pups. My protective Puppy.” She’s blushing under your attention, a timid smile gracing her face that makes you fall in love even more.

She looks down at her feet bashfully, playing with the loose fabric on your shirt. “Well I couldn’t let them speak to you like that, no matter the consequences. You don’t deserve it and I will go down punching until everyone agrees. ” You’re smiling down at her, playing with the baby hair on the back of her neck when someone clears their throat.

You look up to see Steve, standing with his arms crossed and a firm look on his face, looking at the two of you.“Kate, you need to come with me now.”

Your girlfriend sighs, letting her head fall to your knee. “Yes fossil, I’m coming now.” She nips playfully at your thigh before she stands. Leaning in the two of you share a quick kiss, you mumble something about letting Natasha know so she doesn’t get into too much trouble before you send her to follow the Captain.

Typing out a quick text to the oldest widow, it’s ironic that the younger one finally comes back. She laughing to herself as she settles into the seat next to you. The blonde as already leaned over to read your text, laughing even louder. “Oh your spit fire girlfriend really did a number on that jackass, but don’t worry as soon as he came to I punched him again. Dumb ass kid thought that the best agent in the organization wouldn’t protect her best friend.” Yelena pulls out a flask, taking a quick drink before offering you a drink. The two of you laughing as you finally relax.

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Half asleep in a web that Peter made for you, you can barely see the boy hanging upside down through your sleep heavy eyes. The two of you were waiting in the common area of the compound on the rest of the team to come back from a training stimulator. You were just about asleep when the elevator dings and out steps Wanda. Perking up slightly at this, you try to fight through your sleepiness to grab her attention but you notice Vision trailing closely behind her. His presence makes you grumpy so you slump back into the web.

It’s relatively quiet for a few minutes, the only sound is your mommy pulling out some pots and you can hear a box shake. It sounds like pasta and you wiggle happily because it usually means that she’s making you spaghetti. You can’t quite hear what they are saying but you can feel the annoyance radiating off of the Sokovian as the two begin to have a conversation. A soft whimper comes from the back of your throat and you attempt to sit up in the soft web, but you just sink farther down. Grumpily you rub your eyes, desperately trying to wake up more.

Before you can get too far in your attempt the elevator dings again, and out storms an angry Kate. Once again the hardened look shocks you, and in your sleepy nature you slide back down into the web; looking over the edge sneakily to watch what would happen.

Wanda is moving quickly over to Kate, leaving the pasta to boil, in an attempt to calm the girl. “Now is not the time Stray, he’s fine.” The wild look in the young archer’s eyes lets the older woman know that it’s a futile effort, and sighs. “Just…just stay a little quiet. Princess is sleeping over there.” The two glance over at you, where you look like you’re laying down.

The younger brunette just nods, walking directly up to Vision. She smiling at him, an incredibly mocking curve of her lips. “You really are a dense computer. Not quite updated yet? Daddy didn’t get you the latest software yet?” Her eyes are dark and twinkling as she watches the confusion flood his system. She’s stalking towards him now, forcing him to take steps backwards until he trips and lands on a chair. She stares down at him, smile gone. Her face is dark and lacking her usual brightness, “Listen here toaster boy, she said no to you over four years ago. She has said no to you every single time you even speak to her, so what makes you think that Wanda even wants you to look at her?”

Kate is staring down at Vision as his mouth opens and closes, her eyebrow arching as she watches him try to phase through the furniture. “Ms. Bishop, I think it would be best if you let Wanda speak for herself. It isn’t like you are anything that is entirely important to her.” The end of his sentence barely makes it out of his mouth when the archer has a knife pulled, the tip leaning against his throat.

The look in your girlfriend’s eyes scares you some, never having seen her quite like this. She’s twisting the tip now, anger searing through her body. “You try to take advantage of Wanda constantly. Using her grief and her emotions as a way to weasel yourself into her life, but all you are is a hollow body with wires and coding. You can never be something tha-“ The magic that wraps around Kate’s wrist, drawing the knife away from the android's throat, makes the archer stop talking. She takes a deep breath, letting the knife fall from her fingers. “Leave. Now Vision. Don’t let me catch you trying to make another move on Wanda again. It won’t end pretty if you do.”

She watches as he stumbles his way to the elevator, her body tense until she hears the dings as he moves floors away. Trusting her gut feeling she sags, letting her body fall backwards, to where she collides with Wanda. “C’mon Бродить, let’s get you in that web with toy and you two can cuddle while I finish dinner.” The witch’s arms are wrapped around Kate, leaving gentle kisses in her hair as the two shuffle towards you. The older woman helps your girlfriend into the web, settling her softly, as she whispers some praise to her.

Your eyes are shut tightly, have been since you realized they were walking towards you. Kate buries her face in your neck, pulling you closer to her. She nips at your neck before sucking gently. “I know you’re awake babygirl.” Her voice is muffled, but it makes you chuckle. You pull her closer and settle with the warmth of her on top of you, a whisper of your love in her hair as you kiss her head. The sounds of Wanda humming and making dinner lulling the two of you to sleep, the archer calming down after her moment of protectiveness.

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The guilt was dripping from Kate, just as the sweat was from her forehead, as she helped Natasha limp onto the quinjet. The widow wasn’t hurt too badly, but the younger girl couldn’t help but feel as though her injury was her fault. She had run into the middle of a group of men, wanting to save a dog, which caused the ginger to have to save both her and the dog.

Natasha was carefully watching Kate’s face, worry as she notices the young girl’s tense body. The two settle into their seats, the rescued dog curled up across the room. Steve walks over, hands resting on his belt, with a casual smile. “Ah Romanoff, can’t seem to stay safe on these things anymore—“. The moment that the Captain takes a step within the widow’s personal, the young Avenger is standing in front of the ginger.

Kate’s face is hardened, her muscles tense and she’s pulled an arrow and a dagger out. The dagger lays on the soldier’s throat and the arrow is close to Kate’s body, ready to stab into him. “Back up Rogers.” Even the injured dog in the corner is now standing, growling lowly at Steve.

The man chuckles, hands going up to show that he isn’t trying to be threatening, as he backs up slowly. “Okay okay, we’ll let you two calm down from the action of the day.”

For the next three hours, the team would try to come and talk to the two women but each time Kate would threaten them in some way. Natasha let it happen, thinking it was funny to see the rest of the team get annoyed, but she noticed that even as everyone was leaving the jet the young archer was still pushing people away.

Dr. Cho rushes up to Natasha, used to seeing the usual strong widow striding out of a mission, but she’s immediately shoved into a wall. Kate’s eyes are black as she stares down at her, an arrow head held tightly against Cho’s jugular. The doctor stares with wide eyes, unsure what to do in this situation as she had never seen the usually bubbly excitable archer so angry.

The ginger lets her hand fall onto the young girl’s hip, and gently wraps her fingers around the hand tightly holding the arrow head. “Kate, let the big scary doctor go. She just wants to look at my leg and my torso.” The archer’s form wavers and the ginger takes that moment to swipe the arrowhead, and pin the girl to the wall. The Russian looks directly into the almost black unfocused eyes, “Little Mutt, you’re done. Yes?” She’s stroking the back of Kate’s neck now, pulling lightly on the baby hairs she finds there. “Let’s let the doctor look at my injuries and you practice sitting all pretty for me. Be a good mutt for me, pretty girl.”

The two slowly walk backwards, Natasha keeping her eyes locked with the young archer’s. Kate trips some as the older woman settles on the examination table, but the loud sharp snap makes her drop to her knees immediately.

A few doctors and nurses come in, all walking swiftly around the room, setting to work to take care of an Avenger. The ginger sees Kate’s jaw tighten so she reaches out, fingers running through the dark hair. “Here, now.” Directing the archer to curl herself around the non-injured leg, she smiles down at her. “There you go my girl, lay your head on my leg just like that.”

Kate nuzzles into Natasha’s thigh, rubbing her face slightly into the smooth leather. A grumpy whine comes tumbling out of the brunette’s mouth when she notices the ginger flinch at one of the nurse’s movements. The young girl’s movements are slow, reaching for a knife strapped to her thigh.

A deep throaty chuckle breaks the archer’s lazy anger as the older woman shushes her, shoving a couple fingers into her mouth. Natasha clicks her tongue, prompting Kate to start sucking on her fingers. “Such a good Little Mutt, protecting your хозяин. You’re so strong and so so scary. My guard dog.”

The name makes Kate’s mind swirl, a fog settling behind her eyes as she pushes herself closer to Natasha’s leg. A heavy hand pushes her head back to lean on her thigh, “My fearless hero, always protecting me and our girls. Your хозяин is so proud of you, proud of you on the Avengers and in your training. You're mine and you constantly continue to break my expectations. My gorgeous little mutt.”

Kate relished in the attention she was receiving, half asleep barely awake as the rest of the doctors stitched the widow up. The archer is leisurely sucking at the fingers, eyes heavy and unfocused as her entire body leans against the ginger. She’s mumbling some, once in a while, around the digits in her mouth anytime her heavy eyes catch sight of some shoes.

Natasha shushes her every time, a small smile spreading across her face with each grumpy mumble. The ginger nods her thanks as the medical professionals take their leave, making sure that the young girl has enough silence to fully fall asleep.

That’s where Wanda and you find them hours later, Natasha playing on her phone with Kate wrapped around her legs passed out. You skip over happily to the widow, giving her a quick kiss as you wrap your arms around her neck. “Hi, Daddy. Are you okay? Mommy said that you’re okay, but I think I should still get to play doctor later tonight.” The mischievous smile that spreads across your face makes her snicker, rolling her eyes teasingly.

The Sokovian is kneeling down now, whispering in the younger brunette’s ear to wake her up. Gentle praise is the first thing Kate hears as she wakes up, stretching as she tries to loosen her tense tight muscles. The moment that she fully pulls away from Natasha’s leg, you’re on her. Pouncing on top of her, giggles erupting as the two of you fall backwards. “We have scary dog privileges now!” Rolling around together, Wanda takes her spot on Natasha’s lap.

You end up straddling Kate’s lap as she holds you, nipping at your neck. Voice cracking as you whimper out, “Puppy, please.” She forces your hips down, letting you grind against her.

Natasha and Wanda let their hands rubbing against you two as they near you, smirking at the needy way you roll your hips looking for pressure. “I think it’s time that we get your Stray to bed, don’t ya Little One? Let her play with you, a reward for her being so good.”

The two watch as Kate’s hands slip under your shirt, letting her nails drag down your back. Her mouth harshly sucking marks into your neck before biting at your pulse point. “My needy little chew toy wants Puppy to make sure everyone knows who owns her?” The vigorous nod makes her chuckle, breathless against your neck. Standing as she lets you fall out of her lap, the three stare down at you. “Don’t worry you pathetic chew toy, you’re gonna get to make all the noise you want tonight. Off to your owner's room, now.” The arousal that takes over your body is intense, flooding your system, as you scamper away.

The three of your partners share a look before Natasha wraps her hand around Kate’s neck. “Better chase after her Little Mutt, find your collar and leash.” The widow tightens her hold on her throat as she pulls her in for a rough kiss. As she lets her go, she points at the ground beaming with pride when Kate automatically begins to crawl towards their room.

Wanda pulls at Natasha hips, letting her head fall on her shoulder. “We did pretty good for ourselves, didn’t we Tash?” There is a subtle smile in her voice as the witch nuzzles her face into her shirt.

The widow kisses the younger woman’s head as she starts slowly walking towards the two towards their room, a smile plastered on her face. “Yea I think we really did well, but you know Little Witch without you none of this would have happened. You, my love, are the best type of instigator.” The two chuckle fondly as they finally enter their room, catching sight of you holding Kate’s leash as you kneel before her on the bed. The archer smirks down at you, looking over when she hears the other two enter.

“Shall we begin, Stray?”

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wandasaura · 1 year ago

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they’re so fucking soft, i can’t handle it

Now and Always

Summary: Falling in love is easy when your girlfriend is Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, WandaNat x Reader x Kate

Genre: Lots of Fluff with a sweet smutty scene in there

Word Count: *sigh* 5.8k :)

Warnings: Kate Bishop being absolutely adorable, soft but sort vague smut, WandaNat being cute as fuck though too

*As always, let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: I got called into work soooo this is a little late BUT this has been a long time coming so hopefully it can live up to the hype? lol The year that WandaNat was gone was filled with fluff for the Toy

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+****

Training Grounds Master List

The sound of Kate saying goodbye to the delivery boy echoes throughout the foyer and the young archer carries bags of sushi and ramen into the game room. You’re curled up in Wanda’s lap, giggling in her ear as she tells you a stupid joke. Natasha reaches out to grab the bags, letting her lips ghosting across the archer’s shoulder. The room is filled with a warm quiet, just an occasional slurp, as the four of you focus on eating and the new Bob’s Burgers movie. You wanted to ask Daddy how she got early access to it, but you knew by the smirk she had given you that you wouldn’t approve.

After finishing dinner you’re laying around on the blankets spread out, lazy and comforting. It’s Wanda, sprawled on top of Natasha that finally speaks up, “You know, you two have never actually told us your story.”

Kate’s head pops up, a panicked look across her face. Propping herself up on her elbows, making your head slide off her stomach. “What..what do you mean?”

The grumpy glare you shoot at her is ignored, making you roll your eyes, nuzzling yourself into her thigh. “They mean, like, our story. You know, dating, you and me, for the year they were gone.”

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The sun was blazing but your friends insisted you come to some sports event, apparently one of them had to write about it for the newspaper. Watching most sports was boring, but you were incredibly lonely while Wanda and Natasha were gone. The arena was busy and you were glad that you walked, attention on your phone as you tried to find your friends.

You make your way into the soccer stadium, which you were kind of excited about since watching it was usually fun. Finally catching up with your friends as you were buying some popcorn from the concession stand, the four of you make your way to your reserved seats. The shock on your face when you saw what was actually on the field made your friend laugh at you, “What didn’t expect archery?”

Observing the craziness that’s all over the field, you watch as people run around prepping for the beginning of the competition. A flash of purple catches your eye and a girl with sunglasses enters, her head held high; multiple people tripping over themselves to follow her. The press’s front row privileges allow you to see the action up front, but you can’t help that your gaze constantly strays to purple.

She seems to be extremely popular, even signing autographs for a couple of the people around her. Her cocky grin makes you smile, and you know you’re staring. Your friends are snickering at you, and the one sitting next to you elbows you hard. “Oh, I get it. Archery isn’t the issue, you’re just fangirling over the star archer.”

Your entire face flushes and you wish you could blame it on the sun, but you try to ignore the taunting. “Who is she anyways? It’s like she’s a superstar.” As soon as your friend starts to explain, an announcer comes over the loudspeaker asking for silence so that the competition can begin.

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Natasha is shoving at Kate now, rolling her eyes at the obnoxiously smug look on her face. “C’mon Detka, you just had to tell her you thought she was a superstar? Look at her, we’re never going to be able to humble her.” The ginger’s voice should have sounded strict but she can’t stop the laughter bubbling up her throat as she watches the archer wiggle in her spot.

You can’t help yourself as you just stare at your girlfriend, your heart beating a bit faster just as it does every time you see her. “Well, that’s what she was. Everyone was so enchanted by her, before and after she shot. She had everyone wrapped around her little finger.”

Wanda studies you, a soft smile on her face. She lets herself into your mind, just slightly, listening to your thoughts about Kate. She knows that no matter her own opinion on the CEO, nothing matters because this golden retriever of a human has been the best thing to ever happen to you. “Just as you were, right Malyshka” Her voice is soft as she reaches out, cupping your jaw and letting her thumb rub along your cheek.

A blush creeps up your neck, spreading along the bridge of your nose as you nuzzle shyly into the hand holding your face. “Just as I am now, always am.”

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You aren’t sure how you keep stumbling upon archery competitions, but you do. Your friends drag you to more when she starts dating an archer, but each time you still don’t get to say hello to the purple girl. Refusing to bring up your mild crush to your friends you try your hardest to ignore any real information you have on the girl, maybe your interest in her will go away. It’s not like she sounds like a good person to want to be with anyways, rumor has it she’s just an arrogant rich jock who knows they can have anyone they want.

It’s a final of some sort, so a lot of your friends and classmates are going to hype up your school. No matter what the sport or club it is, your school always showed up in pride. You were able to secure front row seats again, and you anxiously waited to see the flash of purple. You had allowed yourself to pay enough attention to her to know that she had easily made it to the finals.

Flashes and a bit of commotion drags your attention to the far door and you use the pamphlet to shield your eyes, looking across the field. There in the middle of the crowd is the purple girl, who arrogantly calls herself “The World’s Best Archer”, smiling and answering a few questions. Your friend jumps up, grabbing her pad and pencil, waving her newspaper shirt around to try and get her attention.

Your eyes widen as you realize that you’re going to be extremely close to the object of your infatuation, and you try to drag your friend down. She just shushes you, mumbling about needing to speak to a finalist. Kate finally makes her way to your group, her bow hanging from her hip as she adjusts the quiver on her back. She’s answering questions that your friend is rattling off, but you can’t hear any of it as you stare at the brunette. Mind blank as you realize just how beautiful she is up close.

Suddenly she turns to you, slipping her sunglasses down her nose as she looks over the rims to get a better look at you. The striking ocean blue eyes make you choke on air, clearing your throat as you try to remain calm. “You. You’re at a lot of my matches aren’t you?” The cocky smirk that spreads across her face as you nod slowly at her makes you gulp, suddenly aware of the heat pounding down on you. “Wanna make a little deal?”

Cocking an eyebrow at her, you can’t help but be intrigued. “Sure what were you thinking?” You’re surprised by the fact that your voice doesn’t shake, but your face is bright red as your friends try to hype you up.

The archer slides her sunglasses up to sit on her head as she leans closer, resting her arms on the barrier as she looks up at you. “If I win–you’ll let me take you out on a date.” Her eyes are clear, bright and twinkling in the sunlight, and you know that you could get lost in them for hours.

You can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips, and it gets louder when you notice the slightly offended look on Kate’s face. “Oh c’mon, you can’t act like that was the best line you could come up with. You gotta say that to everyone.” Watching the bold jock blush, even if it was subtle, made you bite your lip in an attempt to not smile.

The announcer came over the speakers, letting everyone know that the first set would be starting in less than a minute. You watch as Kate slips her sunglasses back over her eyes, slipping on her dark purple shooting glove. “Think about it, it’ll be fun.” She’s backing up now, heading towards her coach.

For the entire match your friends are whispering to you, trying to figure out what you plan on doing. You aren’t sure what you want, but you can’t help but stare as Kate unzips her jacket for her last set. Her winning is no surprise, and she’s shoving through adoring fans to get to you. She hands you the winning arrow, a bright smile on her face as she looks up at you. “So, what do you think? WIll you let me take you out? Just one date and we can go our separate ways if you hate me afterwards.” She watches as the grin on your face gets bigger with each word, and she’s pulling herself up onto the barrier now. Handing you her phone, “How’s this Saturday?”

You’re nodding, a bashful smile on your face the closer she gets to you. It takes you a few times to type in your number as your nerves start getting the better of you, using her phone to call yours so that you can save her number too. The group has finally left you alone, deciding to focus on the other winners, which you are eternally thankful for.

Kate is being called over by her coach and she back-flips to the ground before you can hand her the phone back, so you rush to the edge and reach down. The archer slips her sunglasses down to look up at you one last time before she starts walking away. You shout after her that she doesn’t even know you name yet, and she turns around with that stupid smirk on her face. She’s shrugging, nonchalantly. “You’re just my biggest fan.” The teasing tone in her voice makes you blush, and the smile she shoots you only makes it worse as she finally jogs back to her team.

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Wanda is staring at you, face full of disbelief. “I cannot believe you fell for that.” She’s giggling watching as you blush. “That was the most basic guy line in the book Detka!”

You shrug helplessly as you bury your face into Kate’s shoulder, body shaking with the silent laughter you’re trying to suppress. “I know I know, but look at her! How could I not?” She’s pulling you closer, her arm wrapping around you tighter.

The younger Avenger is just smiling widely, entirely too cocky. “What can I say, I have hella game.”

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The street lights are on and the only people out now are all rushing around to go home, except for you two. Kate had asked if you wanted to take a walk around the city after the laser tag arena and dinner. You had come to realize that the archer was extremely athletic and even more high energy, always wanting to be moving and having fun.

“So you’re telling me that you have how many black belts? Ten? How does someone even have ten?” You’re laughing as the two of you stroll down the street, fingers tangled together as you guys swerve a little. The brunette’s excitement as she talks makes walking close impossible.

You watch as she reaches up to run her fingers through her hair, an entirely too arrogant smile on her face as she tries to casually shrug. “I spent a lot of time in classes and being trained by different masters. I could always help you, ya know if you were interested?” The blush on her face is mostly hidden by the darkness of the night, but it still makes your stomach flutter knowing she is shy about somethings.

Humming in agreement, you let the silence wash over you. With the excitement down a little, your head falls onto her shoulder as you walk closer to each other. You can hear sirens and the sounds of the city, but Kate pulls you down a quiet street. Swinging the backpack off her back, pulling out a blanket and a penny board. She sets you up, not before asking if you want to ride, on the blanket on the curb. Music playing from the speaker on her Bishop watch as she sails around the empty street, “So, what about you? Why Biochem and Forensic Behavioral? That’s a hefty load to take on.”

You normally would be annoyed on a first date that someone seemingly isn’t paying attention, but Kate is flipping around every two seconds so her eyes are barely off of you. “My parents influenced my decision a lot. I didn’t want to do exactly what they do, but I wanted to be at least in the same range. It’s also kind of fun.” She comes to a stop in front of you, squatting down so she can be closer.

Her hand reaches out to play with your fingers as she rocks back and forth on the board. Nodding, you know she’s putting together who your parents are exactly. You had made comments that would indicate what they do, and you knew that she was interested in that world. Ocean blue is staring at you, searching your face before she just shrugs happily; knowing to drop the conversation. Her body relaxes, sitting on the penny board as she smiles at you.

Even under the dim, flickering, street light you are sitting under you can’t help but get completely captivated by the deep ocean blue. Kate’s cheeks, even in the dark, are bright red as she blushes under your attention. You usually would be just as flushed as she was but you’re pretty sure your brain has short circuited as she bites her lip. The callouses on her fingers are rough against your own as she tries to gain enough courage to get closer to you. A twitch of your eyebrow makes her chuckle, swallowing her pride, and tugging you a little closer to her. “I..I really wanna kiss you.”

Your breath hitches and your eyes subconsciously flick to her lips, your heart beating entirely too quickly at the thought. Letting your own hand wrap around her wrist to ground yourself, nodding quickly. “Please..” The plea comes out naturally, slightly too high pitched for your liking.

Kate smiles, soft and timid, looking up at you through her lashes. Reaching her free hand up to your chin, her thumb tracing your cheek. “I..I wish I could, but there’s something special about you.” Her voice cracks and it makes her face flush in embarrassment. “Would..you like to do this again? Maybe next week?” You’re answering her before she can even finish her sentence, a rushed yes mumbled out. ”Kiss me then if you still want to keep dating me.”

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Natasha rolls her eyes, sipping her beer. “I can’t tell if Kate is just a huge simp or a really good player.” Wanda laughs loudly, running her fingers through your hair as you curl into her side.

The archer’s mouth is hanging open, eyes rolling. “How does an old lady like you even know the word simp, hm?”

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The air was tense as you sat at the circular table at the best pub on the block, the blonde staring daggers at your girlfriend. You knew that this would be a huge bump in the road, trying to get Yelena to approve. If the agent lies Kate, not only would that be good in general, but it would also help later on to get Natasha and Wanda’s approval.

You watch as the widow takes a shot of vodka, not even flinching as she continues to stare at the brunette. “So, Kate Bishop, tell me why I should not just eliminate you right now. Y/N is not an answer either.” The archer just blinks, unsure exactly how to answer the question. The blonde doesn’t let her have a chance as she slides over a shot glass. Nodding at it, you watch as the two down the burning liquid.

The entire night spirals out of control quickly as you sit at the table watching as the two down shots and play every game in the pub; darts, pool, air hockey, even the stupid arcade games in the corner. You have no idea when everything went off the rails, but you’re dreading the chaos that the duo seem to be exuding. Not that you want the tense over protectiveness back but you also aren’t sure you’re going to be able to handle the two together if this is how they are every time they hang out. Yelena has already snapped all the darts in half because she lost every round and Kate threw the air hockey puck out the window when she lost.

It’s late in the night, and you were all back at your apartment laying around on the living room floor. The archer was passed out upside, half off, the couch holding onto the dart board she stole from the pub. Your best friend lazily throws out her hand, hitting your shoulder, and waiting for you to make a noise. “You know, this Kate Bishop is not that bad. She seems like a good person for you to have around. I have not seen you so fluttery like this before, it looks like a good thing for you. I do not like her ability to beat me in darts though.”

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You look over at Natasha, who’s literally just sitting there with a frown on her face. The room is quiet as you all wait for her reaction. “I can’t believe that she only likes you because you got drunk with her.”

Kate is leaning over, getting into the widow’s personal space, with a pompous grin on her face. “Guess your sister has better taste than you!” Must be why she’s my favorite widow.” The archer winks at Natasha as she presses a kiss to her neck. The ginger’s face is unamused as she rolls her eyes.

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Summer break was just beginning and you were heading back to your parent’s house, without them knowing you were bringing Kate. You had invited her to come meet your family, and stay at the house, before she went back to the city to stay with her mom. You were incredibly nervous because your family has never liked anyone you’ve ever dated. Neither of your parents believed in sports, one reason both you and Carson took them up, and that made you even more anxious since Kate was the biggest jock you’ve ever dated. The brunette was trying her hardest to comfort you even through her own fears, but with the amount of jitters between the two of you there was no real calming down.

It was Carson who came and picked you up, a lower level agent driving him. You had talked with him as he was also the only family member to know about your relationship with Wanda and Natasha, warning him that you were bringing someone home. The moment he stepped into your apartment cackling you knew that he was going to be obnoxious the entire time. You just slap his arm, shushing him as you try to get everyone into the car quickly. The ride is filled with him asking Kate stupid questions about archery, martial arts, fencing, and even going as far back as her basketball days.

As you are pulling up to your house you finally ask the question that has been lingering, “What’s their mood like?” It seems like an innocent question, but it will show a lot to you.

The young boy sighs, rubbing his face. “Mom and Dad lost a mission to a new agent. They think they are getting phased out. Malik is…well he’s just being an asshole, but he did get another mission so he’s extra arrogant.” They’re all standing at the door, and it makes you gulp before glaring at your brother. “I had to tell them you had important news to get them to stay. All three of them were going to go to headquarters.”

Malik is laughing the moment you all get out of the car and your mother is grumbling underneath her breath, but you can see Z trying his hardest to be supportive. Every time you brought home a partner those three always thought it was a joke, none of them seemingly a good pick in their eyes. They wanted you to date an agent or someone they thought might get you somewhere in life, so seeing another obvious rich kid made them mock you before they even spoke to your girlfriend.

Kate grabbed your bags before you could even try to pick them up, carrying them all towards the house as Carson tries to calm your nerves. “Mom, Dad, this is Kate. Kate Bishop. My girlfriend.” You watch as your mother’s fake hospitality mask slides on, a wide smile as she welcomes the brunette into the home.

Z and Malik are directed to help your archer with the bags, who mumbles her thanks. Tangling your fingers with Kate’s you start walking through the house, giving her a mini tour as you try to distance yourself from the rest of your family. Your mother is quick to find you though, asking the two of you into the den to have a conversation.

Sitting in front of her is nerve-wracking, and you can feel the judgment from here. “Kate Bishop of Bishop Security, yes? Eleanor and Derek’s daughter?” The young brunette is nodding quickly, an awkward smile on her face. “Getting ready to graduate and work at your mother’s company, I presume?”

Your girlfriend sits up straighter at the mention of her future, and she begins trying to figure out what to say that won’t make things worse. “My mother has indeed asked me to come work for the family business. I’m planning to temporarily stay since I’ve been doing okay there during my internship.”

Watching your mother nod, tensely as she takes a sip of her water, you internally cringe knowing what the next question out of her mouth is going to be. “These athletic achievements that you have, do you think you’ll turn the child’s games into an actual adult ability or will you at the very least focus on a career? You seem to be very invested in them, I found hundreds of listings for competitions and awards that you have gotten and taken part in. One would say that you are wasting your abilities working behind a desk.”

Kate perks a little at that, glancing towards you before a smile breaks out on her face. “I really do enjoy archery, fencing, and martial arts. I have since I was young.” Her voice quiets as she thinks through her next words. “I actually am very interested in your occupation, being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent is amazing. Clint Barton started out as one.”

The moment that sentence is out of her mouth all the tension leaves the room, except for yours, and your mother is immediately leaning forward. You watch the two start talking about missions and history. Z and Malik come into the room shortly after and you smile as you realize that this is the first person that those three seem to actually like, the four of them in an intense conversation about the Loki invasion.

Carson sneaks you out of the room and the two of you sit in the room over, eating popcorn and whispering as you listen to the rest of them talk about protocol. “You know, even if we hate that stupid organization maybe it’s a good thing your new jock likes it. Seems like you won’t have any issues bringing her around.” You're smiling at that, head falling to his shoulder as you blush. “I really like her and you know, I think they would like her too.” His words hang in the air as the two of you fall into silence, enjoying the lively vibe in the house.

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Wanda is throwing popcorn up in the air and letting it levitate over you so that you can always catch the pieces as you tell the story, and Kate is just staring at the two of you. Flabbergasted and slightly offended, “Excuse you, did you forget we were doing something?”

The ginger rolls her eyes and drags the archer closer, feeding her a couple goldfish. “Don’t worry little mutt, we heard the entire story. Just cause those two are being weird tonight doesn’t mean that we don’t appreciate you telling us.” Natasha laughs loudly at the extremely grumpy face she receives in return, booping the young brunette on the nose.

“I’m sorry babe, I got hungry.” You shoot her the best innocent doe eyes you can muster through your suppressed laughter. Kate just rolls her eyes, sticking her tongue out at you.

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Kate’s hands are shaking, hovering over your hips as you straddle her lap.You could feel her nerves even as she kissed you, something felt different that night. The two of you had been going out officially for a couple months at this point, and you were completely ready to take the next step but for some reason the brunette always seemed hesitant.

You’re pulling away, despite her groans of protest, to look her in the eyes. Rubbing her bottom lip where she’s gnawing on it, stress evident all over her face. “What’s going on babe?” It’s simple, but your tone cracks the mask that the archer had and her face crumples.

She’s rubbing her rough calloused hands up the sides of your thighs, causing shivers to rush up your spine. Kate’s gaze finally meets yours, normally bright ocean completely blown out and striking midnight blue replacing it. You can tell she’s overthinking, something you’ve come to realize she does a lot in regards to you. “I really want to touch you.” Her voice is small, almost fragile sounding.

A soft smile spreads across your face, settling your hips so that you’re flush against her. Sucking in a breath when your clit rubs against the seam of your pants, the arousal you were ignoring blurring your mind for a moment. “You are touching me silly.” Your voice matches her tone, eyes twinkling down at her.

The eye roll you receive lets you know you broke the tension, and she’s pushing you to grind against her as you need. She’s watching you, her jaw slack as you slowly take what you need. You’re moving slowly on top of her, playing with her hair as she holds you anxiously. Her hands are guiding your movements, shaky and unsure, but it just lights a fire in your stomach. “I– just don’t want to hurt you.” The crack in her voice makes your hips stutter, drawing a whimper from your throat.

Kate’s eyes are wide, anxiety filled, and it makes you chuckle. “You could never hurt me baby, never.” You didn’t have it in your heart to say that you doubt anything she could do would be worse than your training you had. It’s the twinkle as she looks up at you, like you were the center of her universe, that makes your breath hitch. Struggling to swallow down the rush of emotions that threaten to boil over, you can feel the corner of your mouth twitch into a grin.

The soft light around you and the noise outside the window drowns out, all thoughts in your brain sizzle out the longer you hold her gaze. Your bodies are moving, but you can only focus on the feeling of warmth spreading throughout your body like a wildfire. Her hands finally gaining confidence with your whimpers as they slip into your shorts, discarding clothing as they map out every inch of your skin. A rose flush igniting your skin under the attention of your girlfriend, an impatient whine stuck in your throat as she descends your body.

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The snickering you heard was expected, and Kate’s face was already hidden in the pillows below you. You watch as Natasha just leans back, using Kate as a footrest.

Thinking that it was going to be the widow was going, it completely caught you off guard when it was Wanda mumbling out “Guess you really were too stupid to fuck our little toy before you met us.” The laughter tumbling from your lips only made the flush on your girlfriend’s neck deeper, but you couldn’t stop it.

You could see the soft smiles on the older Avenger’s faces, despite the teasing, and it makes you wiggle in the witch’s lap.

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The humidity stuck around even as you the sun set and the two of you continued to lean against the two benches, opting to get comfortable on the ground. You weren’t expecting the night to go like this, Kate had taken you out to a 3 Michelin star restaurant and you were headed to go-karts when a panic attack hit you. She was able to calm you enough to walk before she got a taxi and let you rest against her. You weren’t sure how to feel about her bringing you to your father’s grave, though you couldn’t help but already feel more relaxed.

No one else was around you and the silence was heavy, but it was Kate who spoke first; shocking you some. “H-hi sir. My name is Kate Bishop. It’s an absolute honor to meet you. I’ve heard a lot of amazing stories about you.” Watching as she speaks out loud, even taking the time to let silence fill the air as though your father could speak back. You weren’t sure how long you were zoned out, eyes filled with heavy tears, but it’s the brunette’s laughter that breaks you out of your trance. “Nooo sir, it wasn’t meant to go that way! I truly tried my hardest but I didn’t realize how big of a difference there was in baking soda and baking powder!”

The ocean eyes are twinkling in the moonlight, night falling quickly, but she’s still talking. “Seriously? I cannot believe old 40s music is better than music now. I have to fight you on that one sir, I think some of the songs now are much better. Oh come on! I can listen to music other than rap! If you give me a good recommendation, I’ll listen but you have to try a few of my songs. I promise I can change your mind sir.”

It blows your mind as you sit there, quiet for most of the night, watching this superstar nationally acclaimed athlete talk to a gravestone on a prime Saturday night. You know it’s well past midnight when you finally interrupt her, asking her if you could go somewhere to warm up. The two of you say goodbye to your dad, Kate promising to come back soon with music and food.

You end up on a rooftop, ironically, but the archer had stashed a duffle bag of blankets and snacks there meant for a night of patrolling. Wrapped up in the blankets, legs hanging off the edge, you let yourself relax against Kate. Neither of you speak but you hope she knows just how thankful you are, even as you fall asleep with her arm wrapped around you looking out over the city. You don’t hear the mumbled “I love you” as the archer watches you sleep, pulling you closer to keep you warm.

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Soft snores accompanied the last part of the story as Kate quietly finished talking, the three of them watching you as you sleep soundly. The youngest reaches over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a bashful smile along her lips as she whispers a mumbled declaration of love. The archer was glad you fell asleep during that last part of the story since she’s never told you that you weren’t the first one to say the L word, a small secret that she planned to tell you one day when you were both at the end of an aisle.

Natasha’s body is warm from where you lay on top of her, settled deeply as you sleep. She struggles to hide her smile as she realizes how lucky she has gotten. When she agreed to take the year long mission, the widow was terrified. She just wanted you to be happy, protected, and loved. A chaotic, cocky, loyal, brave, and puppy dog of an archer was the answer to everything; somehow the widow shouldn’t be surprised. Kate was everything you needed.

Wanda was never one to like untrained and chaos, but even she couldn’t disagree that the ball of energy was good for you; possibly even good for the entire group. In times of quiet, usually nighttime, the witch could admire the young Avenger. The witch lets her hands ghost along the archer’s torso, letting her magic really feel her. Taking a step back on control with Kate wasn’t something that the Sokovian was originally okay with, but she knew that this decision was best for the entire group. Seeing the young CEO grow and help you grow made her understand why you fell in love with her, and it confused the older woman just a bit. She didn’t like things she couldn’t control, but she was becoming okay with the wild Bishop.

Kate yawns, loud and jaw cracking as she settles against Wanda. The archer’s tired body finally caves as she curls up, nuzzling into the blanket. The older two women sigh as they look around at the mess in the blanket fort with the two younger women curled up asleep. The witch rolls her eyes at Natasha’s pointed look before she snaps her fingers to clean up the mess.

Silence settles in the room, only being interrupted by mumbled snores and grumbles, as the older women observe the submissive counterpart. It’s the witch whose voice fills the void, “Do you think– could we ever? You know?” Her eyes are glued to your sleeping form as she lets herself watch you dream, an awe filled look on her face.

Natasha’s mouth opens and closes a few times, uncharacteristically stuttering, as her mind and words struggle to match up. Her own gaze stuck on the archer, confliction evident but a softness still lingering. “C’mon Wands, we can’t think like that right now. It wouldn’t work out anyways. It’s bed time anyways.” The widow stubbornly rolls over, flipping you with her and effectively breaking the older brunette’s trance.

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