#dating Kate Bishop

[cinamonqirl]

Wicked Games

(Smut)

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Top! Kate Bishop x Bottom! Female Reader

summary: You and your girlfriend are getting ready for party but you still have some time…

A/N: I need Hawkeye season 2 right now. This is the best I have ever written 😶‍🌫️

I appreciate every reblog and like 💝

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"Kate stop, I'm trying to do my make-up." You say laughing when she start to tickle your waist.

She starts to chuckle at your reaction as she lean forward and continue tickling you around your waist "Make-up can wait, you look gorgeous already." She put her chin on your head, smiling at you in the mirror.

"You're such a dork." You say sarcastically rolling your eyes at her words, but continue to put your blush on your cheeks. She don't respond but instead she tickle you one more time making you mad.

You roll eyes, looking for a second at her in the mirror reflection letting her know it's enough. "If you won't stop I'll punch you, and trust me your mother won't be happy when you will arrive like that." You say half deadly serious but also with smirk. You both are going to formal party which Kate's mother invited you to. You still have much time but you both like to gather up quicker. Your comment makes her laugh, but she wouldn't be surprised if her girlfriend would hit her. Because when you’re mad you can be really assertive.

"Well, I'm just trying to enjoy the view while I can." She can't help but smirk even though you're 'serious'. Her hands on your waist still aren't moving but holding you even tighter.

"You really like that dress I’m wearing?" You say in seductive voice meaningly. You know this dress can make her want to rip it off you, especially by tight and short design. She can admit she love it and hate it because the shortness provokes her.

She smirk "Yes… really." She say in low voice leaning down a little to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your skin "Can't wait to take you out of it either." She brushes her nose into your skin smelling your sweet perfume.

"Who said you are going to take it off me later?" You say teasingly turning around to her with your back pressed into desk. Your hands immediately went to her chest fixing her black shirt.

She’s not surprised by your feistiness "And who's going to try and stop me?" She say as her smirk raises into a smug look with a slight eyebrow raise as she squeeze your waist.

"Your mother will stop you if we will be late." You say playfully, wrapping your arms around her neck looking up at her eyes.

Snort escapes from her mouth shaking her head at you "There’s still much time and I can do this right now." Her low voice was quiet and hot making your stomach feel warm.

"Now?" You giggle softly seeing how much she craves you right now. Archer started to kiss your neck slowly brushing your skin with her breath. She hummed in response kissing your shoulder stroking your dress strap with her teeth "Even if we were a little late, my mother would still forgive us." She continued to murmur. You hum pulling her closer by her neck barely listening to her when you’re in heaven.

You moved your head to the side giving her much space while she can hear your little panting. You felt her hands on your hips clenching so she can raise you up for you to sit on desk. It’s crazy how easy she can do that.

She kissed your shoulders one couple times before she pulled away slowly "You know, she likes you." Archer added smiling smugly at you, looking down at your thighs to start playing with the material of the end dress which ended really high on your thighs when you’re sitting.

"I'm glad." Your smile grow bigger at her words. You really liked her mother too. You’ve always had so much in common and many topics to talk about so you’re happy to know that.

"She always tells me to treat you well because you’re a good girl." She says with smirk in her face being proud to say that. You noticed she’s really happy with that fact. You giggled at her confession and her eyes immediately went back to you. "Am I treating you enough?" She asks squinting her eyes with that charming smile putting hands on the side of yours thighs. She knows she treats you the best she can but she likes to play with you.

"Maybe" You say playfully smiling slyly. You are willing to play this "game" with her, and you know how it ends. She run her tongue through inside of her cheek staring deeply into your eyes. You can feel the need between your legs when she looks at you like that.

"Maybe?" She repeated after you playfully, lowering her head down to look at your bare thighs, and you followed her gaze. She smiled smugly, carefully spreading your thighs a little bit with her hands. You carefully watched what she was doing, already feeling excited at her movements.

"What’s something I can do to make you feel well treated, my love?" She asks teasingly keeping her hands to herself waiting for your response, like a whole gentleman. She’s playing and you like it. The sexual tension makes you both want more and more.

You pretend to be thoughtful but you exactly know what you want "Hm, my legs are a bit of cold." You replied meaningfully shrugging your shoulders with smirk on your lips. She understood your point perfectly as she snort moving her hand to your thigh slowly running up and down. "Is that better?" Her voice was smooth and low enjoying your skin with her hand.

"Mhm.." You hummed in response staring blankly at her veiny hand on your thigh feeling like you’re losing your mind at her touch. "You like it too?" Your question surprised her.

"More than yes." Her smirk was something that made you melt right now. You breathed deeply craving her fingers inside you. The muscles in her arms tense up and the grip in her hands tightens as she feel your soft breaths and see your cheeks blush pink. Her hand squeezed your thigh, brushing at your skin, making you feel lightheaded.

She noticed that you were already at the end of your endurance. "Can you do it harder..?" You asked quietly flustered with her gently touch. You needed more.

"Harder?" Her smirk turns into a sly grin as she raise one of her eyebrows at your request so she started to squeeze and caress your skin harder than before. She slightly looked at you, wanting to see your reaction as her grip tighten around your skin, really close your panties. You bite your lip as her fingers slid a little into your panties, driving over the material teasingly.

She hear your panting and she want to do more to you. "How about I kiss them instead?" Her smile grew bigger as she saw your reaction when her hand went lower, brushing over your sensitive spot.

Your look in the eyes where enough for her so she lowered her head to tease you with breath on your skin. You see her playing so you take your hand and place it on her head pulling her down so she can finally touch your thighs with her lips.

Her smirk stays on face as she feel your hand on her head and you pressing down on her head makes her feel like she have no choice but to do what you ask. Her mouth opens and her lips move onto your thigh, kissing it as she feel your body tense up and your soft moans make her want you even more. She kissed your skin slowly and gently but quickly she started to bite your skin leaving hickeys on your sensitive skin. Without hesitation you moaned feeling the best.

You leaned back resting your hands on the desk. She take advantage of it so she stopped for a while just to aggressively pull your fabric of dress higher to you hip line. She noticed your lace underwear, she bought you the other day. "You look sexy." Archer complimented you, then immediately started kissing your thighs higher and higher till she reached your hip line, stroking your panties with her teeth. No one could ever imagine how divinely you felt right now. She took your one leg and place it on her shoulder so she can kiss your inner thighs. That move was really sensual for you. You can feel your heart pounding so fast.

"Shit Kate…" You pant being at the edge of moaning, when she bite your thigh just few inches away from your sensitive spot. She can feel your whole body hot and really enjoying this which made her want to do more and more. She bite and kiss your thighs making the marks darker and more noticeable.

"I’ll have to hide it." You say breathless looking at your thighs all over with hickeys.

She smirk then move her mouth higher up your thigh "Do you think you can walk afterwards?" She ask flirtatiously in low voice, before giving your thigh another forceful bite. You don’t care if you won’t be able to walk, it’s to amazing too care about it now.

"You will have to carry me." You reply teasingly still wanting to play. She chuckle deeply "I have nothing against." She raises her head to look at you.

"Can I take off your panties my lady?" Her breath was stroking your skin and her voice was so gentle, and you never would deny to her when she’s like this.

"Yes.." You reply excited at her words. She pull your panties gently to completely take them off. Her eyes was consuming you craving your taste. She takes your other leg and put them both on your shoulder so she can have better access, and she gently pull you closer so she can do what she want. Your body was in heaven right now.

She started to kiss your thighs again then slowly wander to your clit at lick you slowly. You moaned feeling her tongue inside you. "Fuck.." You pant throwing your head back in pleasure. You felt more hot and hot each second.

She lick and suck your clit and it was enough for you "fuck you’re so hot." She chuckle dipping her tongue deep into you, then immediately started to massage your clit with her fingers to end your suffering. You was completely choked, breathing heavily and moaning staring to feel your legs shaking. Of course archer noticed it so she on purpose made her movements even faster, and even though you’ve already came, she wanted you to made you feel better so she didn’t stop.

"Fuck Kate." You moan having already overwhelmed. She pulled her tongue out of you but continued to massage your clit way slower now. She clenched her jaw seeing your back arched. "Enough?" She chuckled stopping her movements.

Without your response she took your legs from her shoulders to place them back on the desk but she hold you close to her as you try to calm down. She wipes your juices from under her mouth with her thumb as if it’s just dinner. You pull her by your hands on her shirt to passionate kiss. After seconds of make out you pulled away. "Kate I think I won’t be able to walk because of you." You say with little smirk barely feeling your legs.

"We still have time to that party." She added smirking at you. "You can spread it out." She chuckle "And cover." Biting her lip while looking at marks on your skin.

[incorectquoteswlw]

Kate: What if we went to dinner... But not as friends? 👉👈

Yelena: ... As enemies?

Kate: No-

Yelena: I thought we moved past this ):

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Your gallery if you're dating...

Kate Bishop

Those pictures aren't mine, credits to owners !!!

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The way Yelena would sneakily try and save every tickets and/or trinkets after every outing with Kate (before dating) 🥺🥺🥺

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 7: Pinot's Palette

Summary: Your recovery is coming along nicely and it’s finally time for your first official date with Wanda. You go to great lengths to ensure that it is perfect. 

Warnings: Mentions of injuries.

Word Count: 5k

A/N: This has been my favorite chapter to write so far. I hope you enjoy! 

Guardian Angel Masterlist

The gentle chime of your phone broke your focus from the gripping novel in your hand. Glancing at the screen, you were met with the latest reminder in your schedule - the second follow-up appointment with Helen. A sense of dread washed over you as you realized that you were still unable to walk, making the journey to the Med Bay in your wheelchair a daunting challenge as usual. Adding to the difficulty, your left arm remained in a sling, magnifying your reliance on the newfound friends helping you with even the simplest tasks around the compound. The constant need for assistance left you weary, but you held onto hope for positive news today. It had been over a month since the accident, and you yearned to return to work as soon as possible.

Wanda had taken Billy and Tommy to soccer practice, leaving you all alone. Luckily, Natasha stepped in and offered to accompany you to your appointment. Standing with her arms crossed, she reluctantly observed as you attempted to persuade her that you could manage without her help. You demonstrated how you maneuvered the wheelchair with your right hand and relied on gravity to propel yourself forward.

Natasha entertained your demonstration for only ten seconds before her patience wore thin. She seized the wheelchair handles and began propelling you down the hall. Annoyed, you muttered but let Natasha take charge.

Nat called, 'Beep, beep,' as she rolled into the Med Bay.

"Y/N, everything's ready for you," a nurse announced.

Nat offered, "Do you want me to come in with you?"

"Absolutely," you replied as the nurse began to wheel you away.

You had grown accustomed to the routine. Every time, you would undergo X-rays and an MRI to assess your progress. Luckily, Med Bay provided instant test results, which you deeply appreciated. Shortly after, a gentle knock was on the door, and Dr. Cho entered the room.

“Hey, Y/N,” she greeted you as she sat beside the hologram interface and pulled up your patient file. "How are you feeling today?”

You sighed, feeling a bit worn out. This week has been a challenge. The soreness on my left side, both in my stomach and chest, persists, but I've noticed that my headaches are becoming less frequent.

"The discomfort you're feeling on your left side is totally normal after the splenectomy and the procedure on your punctured lung. It's expected that you may have some residual and referred pain for a while. And hey, remember to take it easy on the screen time while you're still dealing with concussion symptoms," Helen said, arching an eyebrow with a knowing look.

“Don’t worry,” Nat interrupted. “We’ll make sure she stays off the screens.”

Your recovery is progressing very well," remarked Helen as she reviewed the MRI images. She pointed at the screen, explaining, "The cradle has significantly accelerated the healing process following your surgery. As you can see, there is very little scar tissue and no inflammation around your abdomen or chest. This is exactly the kind of progress we were hoping for.”

You were grateful for Helen's positive and composed attitude. From the moment you were wheeled into her operating room, she has been by your side through every stage of this journey. Her support has been invaluable to you over the past month.

So, that was the good news," she said, rubbing her hands together eagerly. "But do you want to hear the great news?

“That wasn’t the great news?” You inquired.

“Your fractured ankle has healed remarkably well in the past month. This means you're ready to say goodbye to the wheelchair," Helen said with a smile, displaying the before-and-after X-ray images. "Instead, we'll have you fitted with a walking boot for the next couple of weeks. You can take it off at night, and if all goes according to plan, you can bid farewell to the boot and your sling in just two weeks.”

Phew," you breathed out, running a hand over your face, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. "Helen, I can't thank you enough for this.

"If everything goes smoothly, I can see you returning to work in approximately a month," she remarked.

*^~^*

As you and Natasha stepped off the elevator and entered the lounge room, you couldn't help but be struck by the sensation of walking. It had been long since you could walk freely, and you made a mental note to never take that simple act for granted again. Finding a comfortable spot on the sofa, you reached for your phone to check for any missed calls from Wanda. After your open and honest conversation about your feelings, you found it difficult to go long without speaking to the redhead.

Nat's hand swiftly reaches out from behind and snatches your phone. "Nope," she declared with a mischievous grin.

“Hey!” You shouted.

“Remember what Helen said - no screens while you're still experiencing concussion symptoms.”

Come on, Nat," you said, grabbing your phone. "I'm feeling fine at the moment. Wanda was supposed to call me after my appointment, and I really don't want to miss it.”

“I will hold onto your phone and let you know if she calls,” she said, holding it above her head.

Rising to your feet, you used your uninjured arm to reach for your phone.

"Maria heads up!" Natasha called to her girlfriend as she burst into the room.

The Deputy Director skillfully snatched the phone just before it could collide with her face.

"Please, I'm begging you, just give me my phone," you pleaded.

"Wow, look at you standing up! That's fantastic," Maria exclaimed.

"Thank you, Maria. May I have my phone as a reward?" You eagerly asked.

She gazed beyond you towards Natasha, who defiantly shook her head.

"Sorry, y/n," she was just about to throw your phone back to Nat when it suddenly started ringing.

Maria's smile widened as she held up your phone, Wanda's name lighting up on the screen.

"GIMMEE!" You shouted as Maria tossed it over your head to Nat. 

Natasha was quick to answer the phone and switched over to the speakerphone.

"Hey, Wands," she said, resting her head in her hand while leaning on the counter.

Nat?" Wanda asked nervously. "Why are you answering y/n's phone? Is she okay?

"She's fine. Helen advised her to take a break from screens for a while due to lingering concussion symptoms,” Natasha explained.

"Y/N is still having concussion symptoms?! We FaceTimed for an hour last night, and she didn’t mention a thing,” Wanda groaned. “You tell her that we will have a long discussion about following Helen’s orders after I drop the boys off at soccer practice.”

"Don't worry, she'll get the message," Natasha replied confidently.

Thanks, Nat," Wanda replied. "I should be there in about 20 minutes.”

Natasha ended the call with a quick "Okay, bye," and swiftly stashed her phone in the back pocket of her black tactical pants. With a sly smile, she turned to face you. "You could certainly try to come and take it," she taunted, "but just a word of warning: I've dispatched Hydra agents in less time than it'd take me to push you over."

You grumbled and trudged back to the sofa, the widow following closely behind.

That's more like it," Natasha said, affectionately patting the top of your head. "How about a delicious peanut butter sandwich?

"Sure, with chocolate milk?" You inquired with a sheepish grin.

"Oh my God, what are you, eight?" Nat exasperated.

"Says the superhero offering me a peanut butter sandwich,” you countered.

Maria snickered as she plopped down next to you on the couch. “She’s got you there, babe.”

"Fine," Natasha muttered as she turned on her heels and made her way back into the kitchen.

As Maria smiled, she remarked, "So, you and Wanda," causing you to turn red at mentioning her name. "That’s wonderful," she said, patting you on the shoulder. Then she smirked and called out, "Hey, watch this. Nat! Y/N wants marshmallow fluff on her peanut butter sandwich."

"Hell no! Do I look like I work at the Candy Bar?" Natasha hollered from the kitchen.

You both dissolved into laughter on the couch.

*^~^*

You were enjoying our lunch with Natasha and Maria in the kitchen when suddenly, FRIDAY interrupted.

"Ms. Y/L/N, Ms. Maximoff is on her way up."

Taking another sip of your chocolate milk, you say, “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“Get ready," Natasha whispered to Maria, "this is going to be amazing.”

The elevator doors slid open, and all eyes turned to the common area. "Alright, where is she?"

"In here!" you called out, standing up and taking physical inventory just before Wanda entered the kitchen.

"Put the phone down and turn off the TV now, because—" Wanda suddenly halted when she saw you standing there.

"Wow, you're... you're standing," she said, her shock apparent in her voice.

"Just two more weeks with the walking boot and the sling, and then I'll be back on my feet," you said with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Wanda stood still, her eyes filled with emotion, before she suddenly broke into a broad smile and dashed towards you. "This is amazing, y/n. I am thrilled for you," she exclaimed, enfolding you in a warm and heartfelt embrace.

You let out a small grunt as she unintentionally squeezed your left side.

“I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, stepping back abruptly. "Are you okay?”

"I'm doing okay. I'm just feeling tender on this side, but I'll be alright," you reassured.

Wanda's fingertips traced a delicate path along your side, her gaze locking with yours before drifting down to your lips. You felt the tender intention behind her gentle kiss as she leaned closer.

Maria's voice shattered the intimate moment: "Well, that was anticlimactic.

Wanda exclaimed, 'Nat, Maria, when did you get here?'

"Oh my God," Natasha exclaimed, clearly exasperated. She swiftly reached into her back pocket, grasped your phone, and handed it to Wanda with a look of disbelief. With an amused expression, Maria subtly raised her eyebrows and flashed you a knowing smile as she strolled after Nat out of the room.

*^~^*

You lay propped up on Wanda's bed. You didn't change any of the decor, but the simple addition of your favorite books and fluffy blanket made her room feel more like home to you. Truthfully, you relished the opportunity to learn more about Wanda as you took in the intricacies of her favorite things meticulously placed with care around the space. Wanda traced shapes on your arm as she rested her head in your lap.

"That painting is stunning," you remarked, gazing at the breathtaking landscape above her armoire.

It's the Valley of Sokovia," Wanda said, tilting her head to meet your gaze. "My grandmother Katerina was an extraordinary painter. Before the war tore our country apart, she captured the beauty of Sokovia in her paintings. She used to tell me that each stroke of her brush was a whisper of her soul, a tale of vibrant hues and unwavering optimism.

"Every day I've spent here, I've admired it. It's gorgeous," you exclaimed.

"It was on my grandparents' wall forever. It felt like it spoke directly to my soul in a language I knew at birth. I wanted so much to paint like my grandma when I was a little girl, but Pietro and I had to grow up quickly, and suddenly, learning to paint didn't seem so important anymore," Wanda said, fidgeting with her hands. "After they passed, my mother hung the painting in mine and Pietro's bedroom to remind us that our home was beautiful. Not just a war-torn country forgotten by the rest of the world."

Your expression softened as you heard her story. “I'm sorry you had to grow up under those circumstances.”

Wanda released a heavy sigh, her thoughts drifting back to the past. "Despite the chaos, there were moments of pure joy and happiness that I hold dear. Playing with Pietro, the scent of our mother's homemade Paprikash. The evenings spent watching classic American sitcoms with our father to brush up on our English."

You listened to Wanda reminisce so vividly that you could almost see the memories dancing in the reflection of her eyes. 

“They were simple yet beautiful moments that instilled a sense of gratitude in me. They remind me of all the blessings I have in my life—my health, newfound family, and adorable boys. She hesitated for a moment before adding, "And you."

You looked down at Wanda, who was staring up at you and couldn't help but smile.

"I agree. The little things make all the difference," you whispered, gently running your fingers through her hair. "I've been thinking... we haven't had our first proper date yet, and I would love to take you out this weekend," you said, looking down at Wanda nestled in your lap. "If you're up for it, of course," you quickly added shyly.

"You're so cute," Wanda said, reaching up and caressing your cheek. "That is something I would very much like to do."

Your stomach erupted with a jumble of butterflies. "Alright, don't worry, I've got this covered. How about Saturday? Does Saturday work for you?" you asked excitedly, unable to contain your happiness.

“Great," Wanda said with a smile. "With Billy and Tommy having a sleepover at a friend's place, I'm all yours. What do you have in mind?”

“Hmm, I think you'll have to wait and see," you smirked. "I want it to be a surprise.

*^~^*

"Help me!" you yelled as you barged into Yelena's room.

I would advise you to exercise caution before shouting that particular phrase in this building," Yelena responded calmly. Without looking up, the blonde focused on polishing her widow bites. "You might find yourself facing an assortment of weapons aimed at you, candy maker.

“Yelena, I could use your advice," she said.

“Is that so?” Putting down her widow bite and raising an eyebrow at you. “Well, it just so happens that I am excellent with the advice.”

Kate burst into the room, bow in hand and arrow drawn, Carol by her side, her hands glowing with a mysterious blue light. "What happened?!" she exclaimed, eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger.

You tried to duck a potential shot, but you still didn’t have your balance and proceeded to fall back on your butt. 

Yelena smirked, saying, "See what I mean?"

Jesus!" Your heart was racing. "Don't worry, everything is fine. I just needed Yelena's advice on something.

Kate let out a sigh of disappointment as she lowered her bow.

“We’ll just go then,” Carol declared.

“Wait, you can stay too," you said eagerly. "I could use all the help I can get.

Kate circled back to Yelena's bed, and Carol kindly assisted you in getting up onto the couch with her.

“Wanda and I have our first official date this weekend, and I was wondering," you began.

Wow, that is so exciting!" Kate exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement. "Where exactly are you planning to take her? It must be somewhere absolutely incredible, don't you think? After all, it has to be impressive to leave an impression on someone like the Scarlet Witch. That's a pretty high bar to meet. Are you feeling anxious about it? What do you have in mind for the occasion?”

You blinked a couple of times, trying to process everything Kate had just said. It hit you like a ton of bricks.

I can't believe I agreed to this. What was I thinking? I have no idea what I'm doing. She deserves someone better than me. I should tell her I need to cancel," you mumbled as the blonde widow stood up and slowly approached where you were. "What excuse should I use? Maybe I could say... Ouch!”

Yelena had playfully delivered a gentle slap across your face.

"Why did you do that?!" You touch your cheek in shock.

You seemed to be in a downward spiral. It's fair to say that it all started because of Kate Bishop," she said, shooting an accusatory look at the young archer. "Believe me when I tell you this, Y/N. Wanda's life perspective has significantly transformed in the past year. Her top priority now is her boys, and everything else comes second. So, by bringing you into her world, she must care about you. Trust your instincts because she'll appreciate anything you plan as long as you're together.

Wanda is a sentimental person," Carol remarked. "She would appreciate a thoughtfully planned date that holds special meaning.

"Sentimental and meaningful," you contemplated as the gears slowly churn in your mind.

Thanks a bunch, guys. This was helpful,” you exclaimed as you slowly got up from the sofa. “I'll catch you later.”

*^~^*

Nat's voice rang out as she threw punch after punch, "You're supposed to be resting!"

You shouted from the side of the ring, 'I was! I need your advice!'

The widow skillfully evaded her opponent's incoming punch, swiftly pivoted, and seized his arm, exerting just enough force to bring him to his knees. With efficient precision, she deftly pinned him to the mat.

"Take a breather, Bennett," she said, tousling the trainee agent's hair as she got up and walked over to you. "What's on your mind?" Stepping out of the ring, she wiped her face with a towel.

“Wanda and I are going on our first proper date this weekend, and I was hoping you could give me some insight into what she would appreciate.” You asked.

Ah," she said, taking a refreshing sip from her water bottle. "Wanda values thoughtfulness. It might sound a bit vague, but it's the truth. Just demonstrate that you're tuned in to her.”

*^~^*

The vintage Racing Green Aston Martin pulled up to Wanda's house right at 7:00 pm. Initially, you had planned to drive over to pick her up personally, but Helen and Bruce were adamant that you should prioritize your recovery and avoid any unnecessary strain. And so, you ended up seated in the luxurious back of Stark's 1959 Racing Green Aston Martin, feeling the supple leather and breathing in the scent of the fine craftsmanship.

"Pepper, I can't thank you enough for volunteering to be our designated driver tonight," you exclaimed gratefully.

"Not a problem at all! We're thrilled to be able to contribute to your special evening," Pepper responded.

"Not to mention, your destination is just a stone's throw away from one of our absolute favorite restaurants," Tony said from the front seat.

You reached for the solitary red rose beside you and inhaled deeply.

"You can do it, Willy Wonka!" Tony cheered.

You stepped out of the car with a dismissive roll of your eyes in response to his pet name for you. As you made your way up the intricately adorned concrete pathway to her front door, a flutter of nervousness danced in your stomach. Upon reaching the porch, you stole a quick glance back at Tony and Pepper, who smiled and flashed a thumbs-up in your direction.

You stood on the doorstep, taking one last deep breath to calm your nerves. As you pressed the doorbell, the sound echoed through the quiet hallway, signaling your arrival. A few moments passed, and then you heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching from the other side of the door. You swiftly adjusted your suede coat, ensuring every fold and seam was in place, and ran a hand through your hair to present yourself as confidently as possible. Just then, the door swung open, and Wanda stood, her warm smile putting you at ease.

"Hi," she whispered, her cheeks rosy as she looked at you.

"Wow, you look stunning," you exclaimed, admiring her presence.

Her red hair was styled in an updo bun, with a few loose strands falling down the sides of her face. She completed the look with a white peasant blouse, light-wash jeans, and brown boots.

"I appreciate it. I was uncertain about this because you kept the destination a secret. All you said was that it's a casual date night..." her voice trailed off as she donned a stylish rust-colored corduroy jacket.

You handed her the rose, saying, “It's perfect.”

"Thank you, Y/N, this is lovely," Wanda exclaimed.

"I wanted to buy you a big bouquet, but I didn't want you to carry it around or take a break to put it in water," you rambled.

She echoed your words, saying, 'It's perfect!'

As you both stepped off the porch, you extended your hand to her.

She glanced down at you and let out a giggle. "Looks like I should be lending you a hand, sweetheart. You're down to just two working limbs."

"I believe in chivalry," you declared with a charming smile directed at the lovely redhead.

You strolled over to the car and graciously held the door open for Wanda. As she smoothly slid into the seat, you followed closely behind.

"Hey Wanda, it's great to see you," Pepper greeted warmly.

"It’s great to see you too. Thank you so much for driving us tonight," Wanda replied.

Alright, everyone, let's get moving," Tony declared. "I want to remind you all to keep your hands, legs, feet, and arms safely inside the car at all times.”

*^~^*

The car rolled to a stop at the intersection of Washington Street and Chester Avenue.

"Alright. Have a blast, you two," Tony smirked.

Pepper chimed in, "We'll pick you up later.”

"Thanks once more for the ride," you said. Have a wonderful time at dinner!

As the car drove off, you took Wanda's hand in yours. She met your gaze with a smile.

"Wanda couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "So, are you finally going to tell me where we're going?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As you strolled down the sidewalk, hand in hand, you sang, "You'll see," before you halted in front of a charming shop.

As Wanda gazed up at the storefront, it shimmered with twinkling fairy lights, and she couldn't help but be drawn to the sign that read:

Pinot's Palette

"What's this, Y/N?" inquired the redhead.

"You said you always wanted to learn to paint like your grandmother. I thought you might like to start tonight," you explained. "I signed us up for a 45-minute Paint and Sip class. They give you step-by-step instructions on painting a beautiful picture, and there's wine and appetizers. I thought it could be fun," you trailed off shyly.

Wanda was at a loss for words, "I don't know what to say, I- this is so thoughtful, Y/N. Truly," she stammered.

"Shall we?" you asked, opening the door for her.

As soon as you walked in, a friendly, tall brunette with stylish glasses greeted you with a warm smile. "Hello and welcome to Pinot's Palette! I'm Sarah, and I'll be your instructor tonight. Your class will begin in about 20 minutes, but in the meantime, feel free to grab a glass of wine and enjoy some delicious appetizers."

Wanda exclaimed, "This place is adorable!"

"Absolutely," you responded, taking in the cozy and inviting atmosphere. The walls were adorned with various paintings from previous classes, each telling its unique story.

Wanda carefully poured a generous amount of Pinot Noir into each glass, its rich aroma filling the room. You swirled the glass, watching the deep red liquid dance, before finally bringing it to your lips for a sip.

"Mmm, this is delicious," you exclaimed.

Definitely on the dryer side. This wine has a medium body with bright acidity," Wanda remarked, carefully allowing the wine to breathe before taking another delightful sip. "I can sense the silky tannins, and subtle hints of raspberries, cherries, and vanilla. It's a beautiful medley of flavors.

You were left in awe. "Wow, that was incredibly sexy. How did you become such a wine expert?"

"You don't know everything about me yet," Wanda teased with a smirk before strolling over to the food spread.

You trailed behind her like an adoring puppy, captivated by her every move.

*^~^*

“Hey there, fellow art enthusiasts!” Sarah greeted. “Get ready for an awesome Saturday Night Sip and Paint class. We're diving into the serene beauty of a full-moon lake scene tonight. Let's unleash our creativity and make some magic happen!”

As Sarah guided the class, Wanda and you attentively observed her every move. You were relieved that my non-dominant arm was the one in the sling, allowing me to participate in the painting session.

Beginning with mixing the perfect tints for your art pieces, you struggled to get it just right. Your colors were uneven and messy, while Wanda effortlessly achieved solid and smooth results.

Feeling frustrated, you mutter, "This shouldn't be this difficult. I mix chocolate for a living; I should be able to mix paint." As you glance up, you catch Wanda giggling at your struggles.

"Are you getting a kick out of this?" You inquired.

“Just a little bit,” Wanda smirked.

You find it impossible to resist the chance to bring a smile to her face. You reach into the white paint on your palette and whimsically touch Wanda's nose, leaving a small white dot. She gazes at you with a blend of astonishment and delight.

"Y/N, stop it. You're going to get us in trouble," she whispered.

"Okay, but seriously, you look adorable," you muttered.

*^~^*

“Wow, your backgrounds are amazing!" Sarah exclaimed as she walked by and admired what you and Wanda had painted. "Oh, Wanda, I love how you added a touch of Prussian blue in the corners. It gives the painting so much depth!”

The radiant redhead glowed with pride as you flashed her a grin. The two of you had such a good time that you wished it would never end.

That looks gorgeous," you remarked. "And it happens to be my favorite color.

“Is it?” The redhead inquired.

"I've always been captivated by the depth of a bold blue," as you gently rinse your brush in the clear water glass.

“Any particular reason?” Wanda asked.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “It’s tranquil and calm. Two things that I’ve tried to bring more of into my life over the years.”

The redhead took a thoughtful sip of her wine, nodding in understanding. "I completely get where you're coming from," she said. "After a chaotic year, I promised myself only to have people and things around me that bring a sense of calm and peace.

You nodded in understanding as Sarah grabbed the attention of the class again.

“Alright, everyone. We will add the moon to our paintings. It’s straightforward: Everyone picks up a spare paper plate,” holding one up. “Then, trace around the edge like this to make a circle.”

You watched as Wanda traced her moon. Her tongue adorably poking out of the side of her mouth in concentration. 

“There we go!” She said to herself.

She looked over at you, still sitting with your paper plate in your one good hand, looking down at your sling. 

“Oh, I’m sorry y/n. Here, let me help you.” Wanda said, as she reached for your plate.

“It’s okay, Wanda. I got it,” you replied.

You put down the plate, picked up your small brush, and dipped it in the off-white paint. In one fluid motion, you painted a perfect circle. 

Wanda was shocked. “Wow, that was smooth. How did you do that?”

“When you work in a sweet shop and you make a living scooping ice cream or frosting cupcakes all day, it bodes well if you can make a perfect circle,” you giggled. 

“Hmm, I see,” lips pursed to stop herself from smiling. “I wonder what other hidden talents you’re keeping from me.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Wiggling your eyebrows and taking a sip of your wine.

After you added the silhouette of the pine trees to your paintings and the reflections and ripples in the water, you were on to the final touch of adding stars and a comet to the sky. 

You dipped your fan brush in the white paint and flicked it toward the canvas to create a random star pattern. Picking up your liner brush, you added a comet to your sky. Everyone signed and dated their paintings. You added a small heart in the corner of your canvas to serve as a reminder of your first date with Wanda. You looked over at the redhead to see that she was adding a second comet into her sky. 

“Two comets? Now that is a miracle,” you said.

“One for Billy and one for Tommy,” Wanda explained. “They’re my miracles.”

“They certainly are,” kissing her cheek as she finished her painting. “I hope I get to meet them someday.”

“I think you will,” smiling at you. 

After class, everyone had a photo taken with their finished painting. You both held them up proudly as Sarah used Wanda’s phone to take the picture. 

“Thank you so much, Sarah. We had a wonderful time,” you said, hugging the young woman.

“Yes, I’m going to tell all my friends about this place. It was wonderful,” Wanda added.

“It was my pleasure. You two come back anytime,” Sarah said.

*^~^*

As you left the shop and stepped into the cold night air, you quickly sent a text to Pepper to let her know that you were finished. She responded promptly, telling you that they had just paid the bill and would be there shortly.

"Tony and Pepper will be here in a few minutes. Shall we sit?" you asked, gesturing to a green metal bench a few yards away.

"Sure. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you still need to take it easy just because we’re out and about tonight,” Wanda said, leading you to the bench.

You sat down next to her and took in her profile, feeling a surge of affection. You had always felt that Wanda was different, not just because she was one of Earth’s mightiest heroes, but because she was sweet and genuine. You couldn’t wait to see where your journey together would take you. Wanda looked over at you, sensing that you were staring.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked.

"Yes, I'm just so happy to be here with you,” you said softly.

"Me too,” loose strands of her red hair blowing in the soft night wind.

Slowly, you leaned in and kissed her, feeling her warmth and love. Your stomach exploded with joy at Wanda's touch. Suddenly, the sound of a car horn broke you from your reverie as Tony pulled up beside you and rolled down the window.

"Excuse me, hi. I'm looking for a witch and a candy maker for a live-action Hansel and Gretel," Tony joked.

"You're an idiot," Wanda deadpanned, sliding into the backseat next to you.

"No funny business in the backseat, you two," Tony warned as he pulled away from the curb.

“How was the painting class?” Pepper asked.

“It was wonderful,” Wanda said, holding up her painting.

"You painted that? Wanda, that is gorgeous!" Pepper exclaimed.

"She's a natural," you said, stroking her hand with your thumb.

"You flatter me,” Wanda blushed.

“It’s true,” you insisted. “Your grandmother would be proud.”

Wanda blushed at your compliment as you leaned over and kissed her cheek.

*^~^*

Tony slowed to a stop in front of the redhead’s house. You stepped out of the car and walked the her to the front door, clutching her painting and the single red rose you gifted her. She unlocked the door and set the painting and rose down just inside the entryway.

"I had an amazing time tonight, y/n. It was so special, I couldn't ask for anything more," Wanda said, smiling at you.

"Me too, it was wonderful. I asked everyone for advice because I wanted our first date to be perfect. Then I remembered the story you told me about your grandmother’s painting, and I knew-" You were cut off by Wanda's lips on yours. The kiss was filled with passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.

As you pulled apart, her hand trailed down your cheek and she smiled, biting down on her lower lip. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, y/n."

"Okay. Goodnight, Wanda," you said, watching her walk inside and close the door behind her.

You turned around to see Tony and Pepper ducking down in their seats, pretending they weren't watching you from the car. "Subtle," you said, sliding into the backseat and shutting the car door.

“We didn’t say anything,” Tony said, holding his hands up in defense.

Once you arrived back at the compound, you immediately got into your pajamas and removed your walking boot. You were exhausted from the excitement of the night, but it was worth it. As you snuggled into your covers, your phone dinged. You opened the notification to see the picture Sarah took of you and Wanda holding up your paintings. Wanda had texted you: "I had a great time tonight. Every moment with you is a work of art."

You blushed profusely as you read her text before sending back your reply: "I have a beautiful muse. 

Placing your phone on back on your nightstand, you laid back down. Adjusting your sling, you placed your good hand behind your head and stared up at the darkness of the ceiling, lost for words. You couldn't believe that Wanda Maximoff had left you speechless. It was the first of many times she would do so.

[noturlondonboy]

No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 15: There is Room for Two Pupper in This Town

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter Summary: puppy play date!

A/N: here’s some cutie patooties!

Kate can barely keep in her squeal when she spots Yelena's beautiful akita for the first time, and the look on her face as she physically restrains herself from tackling the poor dog sends Yelena into a fit of giggles.

"Kate Bishop, this is my baby, Fanny. Fanny, that is my friend, Kate Bishop," Yelena introduces them, kneeling next to her dog and hugging her around the neck, happily ruffling her thick coat.

Kate coos and plops down onto the floor outside the door of her apartment. They had opted to keep Lucky in the dark for a moment while Kate got to fawn over the new addition. The archer offers her hand, and Fanny looks up to Yelena as if asking permission, and the blonde clicks her tongue and nudges her forward. "Go ahead, милый щенок."

Fanny bursts forward and tackles Kate to the ground, her entire body vibrating with her excitement as she climbs over the archer and licks at her face like she's trying to eat her. Kate laughs loudly and succumbs to the puppy barrage, wrapping her arms around Fanny to hug her tight. "Oh my godddd, you are the cutest fucking thing!"

A bark from Lucky inside the apartment reminds Kate of her own dog, and Fanny's head perks up before she runs to the door and sits in front of it patiently, tail whirling. They let her in, and Fanny darts inside like a shot, completely bowling Lucky over in a pile of fur and paws. Yelena and Kate watch amusedly as the two pups freeze and experimentally sniff each other before immediately tearing around the apartment in a game of tag.

"I was a little worried they wouldn't get along, I'm not gonna lie," Kate chuckles, propping her hip against the door frame. "I don't know how many interactions Lucky has had with other dogs before, and he's pretty used to being a street puppy."

Yelena's laugh echoes behind her, and the assassin's hands land on Kate's waist, firm and warm. "I need to get inside the apartment before Fanny finds something bad to snack on, Kate Bishop," she says as she gently scoots Kate forward and inches around her, bodies pressing together.

Kate stares at her when Yelena's hands fall away, her friend calling for Fanny and Lucky and laughing when the two dogs burst from nowhere, yipping happily. The warmth of the blonde lingers on her hips, and Kate wishes to herself that it would burn hotter.

Lucky trots up to her and pushes against her legs, snapping Kate awake. She smiles and closes the door behind her, following him over to her small main room and laying on the floor to let the two dogs maul her. Their squishy paws and cold noses distract her from the heat of Yelena's eyes.

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"I think he has a crush on Fanny," Kate chuckles, chin propped up in her palms as she and Yelena watch the akita trot around the apartment, Lucky right on her heels with an adorable tilt to his head. He already knew the apartment inside and out, but pretended to be just as intrigued by every little thing to earn some brownie points.

"They would make a very adorable pairing," concedes Yelena, her smile soft and loving. Her eyes follow her dog until both pups disappear up into Kate's loft bedroom.

Kate's eyebrows shoot up and she scrambles to her feet, chasing after them. "I swear to god, if either of you eat a sock of mine-!"

Yelena laughs and flops back on the floor, basking in the midday sun streaming in. For early January, today was rather warm. Or maybe Yelena was feeling bubbly and safe and everything was a little brighter. Fanny and Kate were in close proximity- what more could she want, besides her sister?

Maybe some mac-n-cheese, actually.

The thought of food had her stomach rumbling, especially seeing as she hadn't eaten since the bar last night, and she had expended exuberant amounts of energy afterwards. But the patch of sunlight she had laid down in made her insides feel all glowy, and it was all too easy to stretch her limbs out (mindful of the cut on her neck) and close her eyes.

Glorious.

Yelena dozed for what only felt like a small moment, but the sun shifted enough to move the patch of light off of her, and her eyes cracked open to pout at it for its treachery. Fanny was pressed into her side, all curled up in a ginormous ball of fluff, her rumbly snores making for a peaceful ambiance.

"привет, мой милый щенок," Yelena cooed, stroking her dog's silky head. She felt calmer now than she had in weeks, and she thanked her small catnap. There was no Clint Barton to kill; no horrible, Kate Bishop-verified men to hunt down; Yelena could dare say she might take the quiet for granted.

Such a low bar, for a Black Widow assassin. No one to kill? No one actively after your own life either? Alright, perfect! Sleeping it is.

Yelena paused, eyes narrowing. Speaking of quiet, Kate was not. "Kate Bishop?" she calls out, picking her head up off the floor. There's a guilty sounding response from her room, and the assassin sighs, getting to her feet. "What are you doooing?"

"...Nothing?"

When Yelena reached the top landing, she paused, staring at the scene before her. Kate had her wide eyes straight on her, one of Lucky's paws in her hand, half of his nails a deep, gleaming purple.

"Kate Bishop."

"Hi."

"What are you doing?"

Lucky's tail wagged a mile a minute, his paw staying dutifully in Kate's hand. "Um. Painting Lucky's nails?"

Yelena just blinked, looking Kate dead in the eyes. "Do you have more polish I can use for Fanny?"

Kate's face lit up so brightly that Yelena almost considered making a joke about needing sunglasses, but instead she called Fanny and settled onto the floor next to her friend. The blonde accepted the basket full of different colored paints, poking through them and grabbing a few.

Fanny appeared, head cocked with confusion at the strange smell of the polish- probably wondering why on Earth Lucky was letting this happen to him.

"Fanny, come," Yelena ordered, patting her lap. "Paw." Fanny stared at her for a moment before obeying, leaning as far away as she could without pulling her paw away from her mama. Yelena hums happily and carefully paints Fanny's nails a mix of yellow and black, while Kate throws in a couple pink nails on Lucky.

They both beam down at their respective dogs when they're finished, and Kate grins lopsidedly at Yelena while holding up Lucky's paws. "Not too shabby, eh?" The golden licks fruitlessly at her hands to get her to drop him; she instead pulls him closer and peppers his head with kisses.

"I will admit, Kate Bishop- you are very strange. But that is fun. My Fanny looks excellent."

The archer nods solemnly. "Why thank you."

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"Are you alright, Kate Bishop?"

The archer is silent for a moment as she mulls over her response. Kate and Yelena had clipped leashes onto their dogs once the two pups looked just about ready to piss on the floor, and tugged them out of the apartment to let them relieve themselves outside. Kate had been more than ready to head back inside, but Yelena felt emboldened by the cold sunlight and insisted they went on a walk. Besides- Lucky and Fanny needed to show off their new pedicures.

"What do you mean?" is what Kate eventually decided on, her breath fogging in front of her face.

Yelena sighed. "Эта сука... I mean, you have dealt with some real shit in the past few days. Are you okay? In here?" She pokes Kate's forehead rather hard.

"Ow, hey! What's that for?" Kate whines, furrowing her brows and rubbing at her head.

"You are being ambiguous, Kate Bishop."

"I think I'm being perfectly reasonable."

"Kate, I have been alive much longer than you, and I know what reasonable looks like. I also know that 'reasonable' does not include bottling harmful feelings and acting silly about it."

"Silliness is my best trait. Along with my rugged charm and handsome face," Kate crows, pretending to swoon and sketching a bow but almost falling flat on her face when Lucky tugs at his leash. Next to him, Fanny is perfectly calm, and if they weren't surrounded by cars and strangers Yelena would probably let her roam freely.

The assassin barks a laugh and steadies her friend with a hand, snickering. "I don't know about rugged, Kate Bishop, but you are certainly charming."

Kate's cheeks glow red as she smiles shyly. "Hell yeah."

The dogs interrupt them with impatient yips, so they hurry on a few more blocks until they reach a small park and then unclip the two, trusting Fanny off-leash and Lucky to follow her around dutifully. They both tear off into the frosty grass, sniffing and marking excitedly. Yelena and Kate watch them fondly.

"I'm okay, Yelena," Kate suddenly says, voice soft. The assassin turns to look at her. "The last couple of weeks have been a different kind of Hell, sure- but they weren't completely terrible." She faces Yelena, ears and nose pink from the cold. "I met Clint, and Lucky, and the LARPers, and you." Her lips pull into a small smile. "I had the adventure of a lifetime, even if my life was in danger most of the time. But then again, I also learned that my mom wanted an Avenger dead and had been working with a fucking mafia boss since my dad died, and now she's in prison until her 80's."

Yelena tilts her head at this last part, putting the dots together as to why Kate had been upset yesterday when she first arrived at her apartment.

"Then you show up. A surprise, but a good one. I see my ex for the first time in years, and he pulls the shit I know him for. And now- damn. He's fucking dead."

Yelena says nothing.

"So. Yeah. That's a lot. And with all the meds I take, you'd think I'd be a mess... but honestly? I think I'm alright. It's over now." Kate closes her eyes and sucks in a deep breath, letting it out in a steady fog.

Yelena watches her, something thudding strangely in her chest as she resists the urge to reach over and take the archer's hand. "When I was six, my family flew away from our home in Ohio in an old, failing airplane, and landed in a base of operations for the Red Room. My mother was shot, my father lied to me and Natasha, and then I was separated from her and beaten and drugged." She swallowed thickly. Kate had shifted her eyes towards her, the blue so young and bright.

"I was under their control for many years. I shed so much blood I could drown in it- I killed innocent people. But after I was freed, I found Natasha, and my parents. And it felt like maybe I could be whole again."

Kate tangles their fingers together.

"A lot happened after that, but Natasha and I parted ways because we had our own missions. I never saw her again. I disappeared for five years in the Blip and came back to find that she was dead." Yelena blinked hard and coughed into her fist. "I miss her more than anything, and the pain is like a bullet being shot into my heart over and over. But I am still here. I still breathe, and feel, and walk. So I think I will be alright, too."

She takes a moment before looking to Kate. "I don't tell you this to win some kind of pity contest. I want you to understand that I also have shit, and it's okay to not be okay. So if you ever need time to be not okay, I'll be here."

Kate stares at her, eyes glassy and lip trembling. "Um. I wanna hug you. I feel like I should hug you. Can I hug you?"

Yelena hesitates only a moment before nodding and opening her arms, and Kate dives into them. The archer wraps herself tightly around Yelena, bodies pressed close together and her cheek squished against blonde hair. The assassin returns the hug in full force, squeezing her arms around Kate's torso and pressing her nose into her friend's neck, inhaling the steadying scent of wood polish and caramel.

Yelena feels something loosening in her chest, and she realizes that this is probably the first proper hug she's had in many, many months. Sure, she literally sat in Kate's lap; sure, she held the archer when she broke down only last night.

But this was different.

Yelena hadn't been given very much time to develop and discover herself as a person outside of the Red Room, but one fundamental thing she knew was that she loved physical touch with the people she cared about. She had always been clingy to her parents, always wanting to hold Natasha's hand or cuddle with her when she couldn't sleep. With the other Widows, there had been zero tolerance for affection of any kind, and any desire for it in the first place dissipated when the chemical subjugation was introduced.

But now that Yelena was free to feel and think and want, she realized that she had been so touch starved it physically hurt. With Kate Bishop in her arms, clinging onto her like Yelena was a lifeline, a fire started burning in her blood. And she never wanted to let go.

She hugged the archer so tightly she could've sworn she heard bones creak, but Kate never protested- only hugged her back just as hard. Lucky and Fanny eventually finished their fun in the park and trotted back to them, winding around the legs of the two women who had yet to let go of each other.

"The dogs are ready to go back home," Kate whispered into Yelena's hair.

Yelena felt herself glow at the word. Home. Maybe Kate Bishop really did want her to stay, after all. "Correct," she agreed. Still, neither of them moved.

A few more moments passed before Kate sighed and relented, slowly unwinding herself from Yelena and stepping back to stretch and take a deep breath. "We probably should get back to the apartment."

Yelena felt like her senses must have been flash bombed with the way she was suddenly floundering without Kate's warmth, but she was able to shake herself awake and nod. "Yes. Probably."

Kate must've seen the look on her face, because after they had clipped the leashes back onto their respective dogs, the archer's free hand reached over to grab Yelena's and twine their fingers together. She held her breath apprehensively and watched. The blonde's expression immediately melted into relief, and her cheeks glowed; she held Kate's hand tightly, never letting go once until they got back to the apartment.

Translations:

-милый щенок (Mily shchenok): Sweet puppy

-привет, мой милый щенок (Privet, moi mily shchenok): Hello, my lovely puppy

-Эта сука (Eta suka): this bitch

Kate Bishop counter: 12

This chapter's meme(s):

[axinite25]

passed out and woke up to the entire plot of my spy/celebrity au written out so I guess I'm focusing on that for a hot minute

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Just thinking about Roy Harper meeting Kate Bishop in THEEEE stupidest ways possible like

Roy has successfully picked the lock on Jason's main safehouse but didn't have to bust through a deadbolt or chain, which is suspicious.

Also suspicious is the woman aiming a gun at his head.

"Who the fuck is stupid enough to break into the Red Hood's apartment?" She snaps at him.

"I could ask you the same thing!"

"I didn't break in, genius, I live here."

"You're not the Red Hood."

"No, I'm dating the Red Hood."

Stupidest lie ever, Roy thinks. "Joke's on you because Red Hood doesn't have a girlfriend, and if he did, he'd tell his best friend!"

"Well joke's on you because Red Hood doesn't have a best friend!"

They stare at each other. Roy feels like the silence is uncomfortable.

"That was kind of mean, wasn't it?" The woman asks, much quieter than before.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Roy admits. The woman has kept the gun aimed at him the entire time. He's almost impressed.

"Wait," her forehead wrinkles. "Arsenal?"

"Yeah, how did you--wait. Not Hawkeye?"

"Oh my god! Yeah! That's me!" She's gone from threatening to Ray of Sunshine in less than half a second, bouncing over and squeezing Roy into a hug. "It's so good to meet you!"

A few minutes later, Roy has a glass of water and is watching Hawkeye tape the gun back under the table. "I thought you didn't use guns?"

She heaves a massive sigh. "I don't like guns. Doesn't mean I don't use them."

"Ah."

The front door shatters and Hawkeye heaves another sigh just as the Red Hood rounds the corner, gun up. Roy stays leaning against the wall. "Hey, Jay."

"Roy? What are--" his head whips between looking at Roy and at the table Hawkeye is crawling out from under, roll of duct tape around her wrist like some tacky bracelet. "Kate--?"

"Oh, hey babe," Hawkeye says, apparently very unbothered by the Red Hood with a gun pointed in her general direction--Roy knows Jason and he knows he's not actually aiming it at her, seems she knows this too. "You didn't tell me Arsenal was coming into town."

"Because I didn't know--" Jason is cut off by Hawkeye using his shoulder to balance as she presses up to her toes and plants a kiss on the cheek of his helmet.

"I'll let you boys catch up," she says, breezing towards the bedroom. "Jason, I'm taking your patrol tonight."

"No, you're not," he protests, which is cute. Roy can already tell he's lost the argument.

"Yes, I am," she counters, turning so she can face them as she walks away. "I'm not fixing that door. You guys can do it while you have a bro-date. Or a real date, or whatever. I don't know your life."

"Kate," Jason says, a tinge of desperation in his voice that is the only reason Roy isn't laughing his ass off right now. "You live with me."

"Oh, yeah," her voice drifts from the room she disappeared into. "I do, don't I? I like that. Hm." She says it like she actually forgot for a moment it was true.

"I see," Roy says conversationally. "So she's insane."

Jason finally flips the release on his helmet, setting it down on the kitchen table with a sigh. "Just don't mention any of your trick arrow prototypes or--"

"Trick arrows?" Hawkeye practically falls out of the room, about, from what Roy can tell, halfway in uniform. "Oh my god, yes! Finally someone who will appreciate this! Arsenal," she says, locking eyes with him. "Boomerang. Arrow."

"Why would--" it takes Roy half a second to actually process what she's said. "Oh, shit! Yeah. Yeah, that's a genius idea! Jay, we're going to need to switch safehouses, we need a workshop."

Jason sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, acting like he's so put upon, which he undermines when he says, "the apartment under this one is already set up."

[yorkshireteauk]

kate finds herself gushing to lucky and fanny about yelena one day before realising that fanny wasn’t there earlier and nearly has a heart attack when she hears yelena laughing before returning a compliment

[burningcrab]

so im mostly rereading west coast avengers for gwenpool content but i have to say. the fact that kate bishop apparently has a running plot where every guy she dates ends up being queer and breaking up with her is REALLY funny

[batcavescolony]

Gotta love the Young Avengers posts that are like:

"❤The Young Avengers❤

Kamala - Riri

Kate - Yelena

Billy - Tommy

Kid Loki - Peter"

Yelena? Peter? Riri? Are just all new people part of the Young Avengers now? I swear every time I look they're adding someone else! Who's next Skaar?

[cinamonqirl]

Think I’m Liking Her More

(Smut and fluff)

Top!Kate Bishop x Female Reader

summary: Kate and your guy friend both want you, so to prove who’s better for you, they are going to take you on a date. You’ve already were on date with this guy, but now it comes to the Kate’s turn.

A/N: Sorry for not being so active but I had to focus on school! I hope you have really happy Christmas and enjoy this present. 🫶🫶

You come home from a date that Kate invited you to. She offered you to take you home after a wonderful date. And you didn't even intend to refuse because you feel safe with her, more than with the other guy that like you too just like Kate. When you were with him on a date, yeah it was good, but not as with an archer. You just don’t feel something for him, like for Kate.

Kate is so romantic, she took you for a picnic date for the beautiful view at New York City. You two had so much fun you stayed there even for the sunset, which for Kate was as beautiful as you.

"You think you are funny?" You laugh teasingly at her stupid jokes, you’ve already heard hundred time today.

"Well you’re laughing at my jokes, so yes" She answers you in the same teasing tone, stopping when you two finally came next to your front door. You turned to her, rolling your eyes sarcastically in response looking at her with a shy smile. As her eyes was focused on yours you squeezed her jacket on your shoulders which she offered you while walking back to your home.

"Do I even have a chance?" She asked after a moment of wondering whether she should ask this question. She really need to know this. She can prove that she can treat you the best, but it’s not her choice who you gonna pick. "I mean.. I know he wants you too, but just so you know I’ll do anything you ask me to." She says in soft voice and affection, almost desperately trying to let you know she truly cares about you.

"That’s sweet of you." You say smiling softly at her words. The smile she gave you right now makes you melt, your legs almost failing you. "But okay… I’ll tell you." You say quietly looking down a little to think, before you answered. She looked at you expectantly, with her hands in her pants pockets, needing this answer right now.

"Honestly, you are the one I want." You admit while squirming a little, looking into her eyes barely because of being so shy under her gaze, so you can’t stop smiling like a fool.

"Am I?" She asked, frowning her eyebrows but her smile was visible at your words. She’s way more confident now after hearing your confession.

"You are so caring, protective, romantic, confident and gentleman… you are just more my type.." You admit softly complimenting her, as her smirk grows bigger. "I can see you really care about me." You smile shyly looking down for a second before your eyes met again.

"Well I can’t deny." She chuckle slightly scratching the back of her neck being really relived by your words. It’s all true what you said about what she is towards you. "I promise you. I will treat you the best I can if you trust me." She came closer looking down at you, taking your hands in hers to warm you up and also make sure you feel protected.

"I know Katie" You look up at her eyes probably looking like a teenager girl crazy in love (because it is like that). She smiled at you and so many butterflies flew in your stomach at her charming smile. You slowly moved your hands from hers, to put your hands around her neck and look into her eyes. "You are more handsome anyway." You whisper jokingly, but also truly. She snort at your compliment smiling like fool, placing her hands on your waist making you shiver at her touch. Without hesitation you stand on your tiptoes and kiss her on the lips.

She felt you pulling her into a soft kiss by your hands on her neck, and she was kinda surprised by your move, because she noticed you’re really shy around her. The first kiss was so sweet that you both enjoyed especially waiting for this moment forever. Kate smiled into a kiss, her hands squeezing your waist, pulling you closer to her and pushing her pressure into you lips.

A cold wind hit your skin, making you think of an idea. You moved away from her mouth but stayed as close as you were. Kate sent you a relaxed smile, letting you know that she enjoyed this moment.

"Do you want to stay with me? My parents aren’t home tonight." You asked meaningfully, biting your lip, excited at the idea.

"Yea, for sure." She snorted, returning the significant tone you gave her, letting you know she really like this idea. Immediately after her words, you turned around to grab your keys to open the door. As you struggled with the lock, Kate leaned against the wall next to you to watch expectantly as you bit your lip in concentration, admiring you.

When you managed to open the door, you immediately grabbed her hand and entered the house, impatiently dragging her up the stairs to your room, almost falling on the stairs making you squeal.

"Easy princess." She laughs putting hand on your waist to help you, and also at your impatience when you pull her behind you.

You bit your lip as you walked into your room, turning to face her. She immediately grabbed your hips smiling softly as you pulled yourself closer to her by holding her neck. Before you could do anything, her lips hit yours, kissing you eagerly until you barely catch up her moves. She slipped her jacket off of you, throwing it on your bed.

Feeling more and more excited, you lead walking backwards just for her to sit on your small enough couch for two. Before she could pull you onto her lap, you stopped her.

"Wait, I just have to turn on lights." You say making her wonder why would you think of it right now.

"You want to see me huh?" She tease smirking, looking at your body while you continue to walking to your desk to catch remote control for lights.

"Mhm sure." You roll your eyes sarcastically at her ego, walking back to her, focusing on buttons. She watches you step right in front of her so she took advantage of it and she put her hands around your legs pulling you closer so she can kiss your belly.

You giggle at her actions pressing the button to make the room shine with small light making cute atmosphere. You threw the remote control on the couch so you quickly climb onto her lap. You didn't have time to do anything because she immediately pulled you back into a kiss. You moaned into her lips feeling her hands traveling down on your body.

At first it was just hot make out but quickly it turned into sloppy kisses and Kate’s hands started to get really touchy with you like she wanted to take off all your clothes, which made you more needy.

You breathed into her ear when she started to kiss your neck intensively, while you took her hand and slowly lead it into your thigh.

"Woah. Are you sure?" She asked pulling away for a second just to make sure you want this. She ran her hand through your hair with affection. "We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready." Well, she wasn't expecting anything more, she wasn't even expecting a kiss, but apparently you're naughtier than she thought. She breathed, licking her lips, feeling herself slowly losing control of what she was doing. But she can hold back if you don’t want to do anything.

"Yes, I’m hundred percent sure." You whisper biting your lips when the lust kicks in, and suddenly everything about her makes you turned on. You two can barely breathe, because you’re so excited at this idea. You trust Kate and want it to be this time. Archer isn’t sure if this real. Girl from her dreams is right on top of her, and she wants more than just make out. "This is a perfect opportunity, and I can’t wait anymore Kate." You say quietly in almost begging tone.

"Okay." She says quietly chuckling and smiling slyly looking at you with love in her eyes before kissing you again.

She lets out a quiet growl when you moan into her lips, a blush running down her cheeks. You seem to have your way with her, as she leans back slightly and pulls you deeper onto her lap. Her hands slowly move back to your hips, her lips starting to kiss your neck and down to your collar bone. She smirk as she hear your whimpers in her ear then nibbling little on your neck and whisper seductively. "Am i turning you on, princess?" She knew this move would be exciting for you.

"Mm.." You hummed dreamingly, relaxing with her kisses on your neck, feeling worshiped by her lips. She came back to your lips kissing you passionately, as she began to massage your thigh with her one hand as you want. You bit her lip when her hand on your thigh squeezed you, and a moan falls out of your mouth. You do it on purpose knowing that she will find it hot and exciting.

"You are sensitive girl, are ya princess?" She asked playfully in low voice pulling away from your lips to look at your thighs, caressing them a little harder now just to hear your moans.

"Do you like the fact that I am sensitive girl?" You asked seductively and playfully as well with shaky voice. She bite her lip with a smirk tilting her head back to stop for a moment, because she can’t keep her mind straight when you act like this.

"Yes I do." She mumble hoarsely clenching her jaw while looking at you. You really driving her crazy. Her hand on your thigh going higher and higher, with her fingertips just about grazing the edge of your panties. She noticed your breathing get faster as her hand went higher. "If you want me to go higher you just have to ask." She smirk teasingly as her fingers tracing along the edge of your panties. She can tell that this material is expensive, but when you are hers now she will buy you even more expensive clothes and underwear than before.

"Please.. Just go higher." You pleaded breathlessly biting your lip in impatience. Her smirk grew at your words. She couldn’t wait so her fingers were on your clit through the material of your panties, her mouth going back to your lips. But you couldn’t quite kiss back because of that needy feeling between your legs, with her fingers playing along with you.

She feel your legs moving up against her, in an obvious attempt to move her fingers on your wet clit. "Are you sure this is what you want, my lady?" She whisper in low voice, her fingers still slowly moving on your panties. Kate don’t deny, but shes also not taking you at your word at this point. Shes teasing you, playing along with you, and she is loving it.

"Mhm.." You hum following her eyes, looking at her definitely bigger hand than yours disappearing in your in your skirt. You probably should change your panties. Or take them off.

"I’ll be gentle." She can tell from you that you're a little nervous because you've probably never done anything before with someone. Well, she can tell by your wet panties.

"I trust you." You whisper caressing the back of her neck with your hands. You rush to her lips, kissing her eagerly. While hot make out you feel Kate’s hand slip under your panties pushing them aside to cling to your clit. Your breathing is getting faster and shaky as her fingers start slowly moving on your clit making you whimpering at that feeling.

"Is it good?" She laughs slightly kissing your jaw, hearing how much you’re struggling to keep quiet. You think you’re in heaven when she make sure you’re touched enough and kissed by her. She could even use her mouth but she sees her fingers it’s enough for you this first time, so in the future she can use something else than fingers when you’ll be expecting more from her.

"Fuck." She growls feeling her fingers all in your juices, already knowing you’re close to coming. Her fingers were moving in you so quickly but it wasn’t enough for you so you began to ride on her fingers to get more pleasure.

She noticed you want more so she started to kiss your shoulders slowly to give you more attention. You groan in pitch voice feeling that amazing feeling in the bottom of stomach. She could see you are almost there so she slipped her fingers deeper trying to make sure you feel perfect.

"That’s it. Good girl." She whispers next to your ear kissing your neck slightly, as she hear your groan’s getting louder as you cum on her fingers. You felt amazing as her fingers were inside you, keeping yourself close to her holding by her neck.

She did not stop yet, but she didn’t want to make you feel overwhelmed so she pulled out her fingers after a few seconds seeing how your body is shaking.

You immediately rested your forehead on her shoulder to catch breath while cuddling up to her. Kate started to caress your waist keeping you closer while you trying to calm down.

"I think I’ll have to change my pants." She chuckle deeply as she can feel wetness soaking through the material of her pants and it’s all your fault. You giggle at her comment picking up your head to look at her with 'innocent' sorry look.

"And I’ll have to change me panties.." You say blushing hardly, as you can feel her eyes eating you. It’s kind of embarrassing that she can make you wet by just looking at you.

"Is that so?" She say in teasing voice squeezing your waist with her hands. You think you can melt under her touch.

"Yes, or maybe you want keep them with you?" You asked seductively in meaningful tone. She raised her eyebrow in surprise, but she don’t refuse at all.

"For sure. That’s my trophy." She chuckle with sly smile putting her hands on your ass squeezing your skin. You bite your lip rolling your eyes sarcastically at her comment and slapping her shoulder.

[fratboykate]

KATE x YELENA AUs: FRAT BOY (1/?)

The FBAU visuals are hereeeeee.

I've mentioned in the story/in our conversations quite a few times that Derek basically spit out clones of himself when it came to Kate and her siblings and thanks to AI...I could just...do it??? It's a whole thing that they all look alike. Now you can see what I see in my head :)

The three kids are AI combinations of Kate & Yelena. Well, except for Maks. Maks kept the Bishop Gene Juice™️ cloning power alive and well.

Will I do this for all eleven (so far 😮‍💨) of the AUs we've got going on right now? I can't promise that I will. But I at least started a tag for visuals so it's not out of the realm of possibility that it could happen at some point. We'll see.

[NOTE: Click on the images to see the full res versions. Tumblr makes them look shitty and small if you don't.]

[its-white-wolf]

Reminder to Marvel fans that Yelena is canonically aroace!!

Please stop shipping her with other characters, we already get so little representation and there's so many other ships you get get attatched to, just please leave Yelena out of it

Sincerely, a tired aroace guy

[softlymaximoff]

Hiking date with Kate mood board :o

Hiking with Kate and her baby Lucky 🐾 🐕

[philtstone]

Ok but I’d die for 37 Bucky and Sam. Platonic or otherwise I’m die

#37 -- you know you're still holding hands, right?

this prompt is so old and this prompt fill is so unhinged i have to genuinely apologize. @firstelevens the worm paper is dedicated to you but more importantly @foolgobi65 the rest of the fic is dedicated to you. the KD featured in is hot cheetos flavoured just so everyone knows. inspired by life events. love yall

1.

They cross paths at like two a.m. when Sam has long since stopped being able to read the words on the university website in front of him. He's reading through legal jargon and policy that no one wants him or any other student to understand, so he can bring that exact fact up with devastating accuracy at the next interdepartmental mental health policy seminar. He's interrupted when the alarm goes off from bedroom number two and Bucky shuffles out of its depths with an awful wrenching noise. His door sticks, because their building is old and decrepit. Sam watches as his roommate walks wordlessly into the kitchen, digs out an ancient pack of kraft dinner and mangles the plastic covering the top before he sticks it in the microwave. Bucky's pulled the hood of his sweater up to cover his hair and has wrapped their rattiest grey bath towel around his shoulders like he's an ailing king in one of those sci fi fantasy novels he keeps on the shelf. It flaps lopsidedly on the side where he's not wearing his prosthetic, because it's two a-fucking-m.

He notices Sam while taking the KD out of the microwave, and stands there in silence to stare at him in faint but not quite concerned bafflement for a good minute in the half dark, like he forgot something important.

"Sup," says Sam.

Bucky blinks. A tuft of dark hair pokes out of his hoodie, flattened downwards to point towards his nose.

"Worm paper," Bucky says, sounding like he hasn't slept in twelve years.

"Ah," says Sam.

Bucky nods, and disappears whence he came.

"Take the garbage out tomorrow!" Sam calls after him.

He's rewarded by a loud knocking noise from upstairs, as if those fuckers aren't already wake too, trying to tell them to be quiet.

2.

The third year sitting with her arms crossed in front of him looks as overtly suspicious as it is possible for one person to look. Her eyes, which are narrowed, keep pinging between the people in the room. Sam sighs. He hates wrangling undergrads, sometimes.

"Kate, put your notebook away, you're weirding her out."

Kate does, looking sheepish. She volunteered with them so she could learn more about trauma-informed organizing, and Sam's not sure if he's doing much of a good job teaching her anything, but Clint recommended her and even baby steps are good. Parker, who is their other undergraduate member, the only one of them who's a real live actual science student, is at the end of the table working on the graphics for Sam's upcoming presentation to the faculty board, which Sam is not dreading at all. It didn't help that when he told Sharon about it last week, she laughed in his face. Then again, Sharon is getting a business degree; Sam's not sure what he should've expected.

"My aunt passed," says the third year. "Student services fucked me over for a final because they didn't process my accommodation. I had to have pictures proving she'd died."

Bastards, thinks Sam.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sam says. "We're here to help. When did she die?"

Her eyes narrow another four degrees. It would be kind of intimidating if she wasn't like, eighteen, with the worlds biggest bush of red hair and freckles literally up to her ears. She's trying to hide it all under a ratty hoodie but it's mostly unsuccessful.

"Look, kid," says Sam. "This is a safe space. I wanna help you, but you gotta help me out first, okay? Everything you say stays in this room."

Beside Sam, Kate nods enthusiastically.

"What about him?" asks the girl.

They all look over at the lanky figure sitting on the couch. Bucky is deeply embedded; he's almost horizontal and his legs are extended all the way to the table, which wouldn't be so bad only it puts the giant hole in the toe of one of his socks on display. The Social Work department's cat is sitting on his head. Sam thinks she's fully betrayed them for Geological Sciences at this point. Or whateverthefuck department Bucky's with -- none of them quite know. Bucky's wearing the same hoodie from the other night, which is still in hood-up mode. He's been staring so intently at his laptop without writing anything for the last ten minutes that Sam is impressed the poor electronic hasn't combusted.

"That's just his process," Sam says.

Bucky reaches a hand out and types one single letter. Then very slowly he reaches out again and deletes it.

"You said I'd get to talk to you alone," the girl grumbles.

"Is this the worm paper?" asks Kate tentatively, from Sam's other side.

Sam thinks of the many paragraphs of his thesis he's been neglecting. He rubs at the bridge of his nose and sighs.

3.

"No, you are absolutely not moving in with us next term," Sam says into his phone. He writes down another note for Chapter 1b, Theoretical Underpinnings and then writes himself a reminder to email Todd from the ombudsperson's office. And also that lady with the student mental health alliance. And -- fuck, Professor Bradley too, probably. Sam was supposed to answer that email like a week ago.

"Why the hell not?" says Sarah. "It's economical. It's close to campus. Undergrad dorms are disgusting, it's safe, Mr. Big Brother who was worried some chad white boy would get me last year, and I know for a fact y'all need a roommate."

Okay. So maybe Steve fucked off to finish his degree in Boston so he could be with his perfectly wonderful girlfriend, whom they all love, but that's not really the point and they still haven't found a third roommate who can. Like. Put up with them. Bucky glares at the empty room whenever he passes it. It's really not that dramatic. But also,

"And even with all of that, you ain't moving in here. There are -- principles."

"For the twelve hundredth time Sam, your sad roommate is not gonna secretly seduce me."

Sam wouldn't put money on that.

"You could definitely seduce him, though."

"Oh my God! Forreal, Sam --"

"We just got a lot going on!" His frustrated attempts at organizing the mental health policy council under the umbrella of the social work department, for example. Bucky's term paper on prehistoric worms.

"Is Bucky there?" Sarah demands.

"He's in the middle of something."

Bucky is talking at the voice to type software on his laptop in the next room and sounds like he is five minutes away from flinging said laptop out of the window. Still, Sam feels fondness in his chest; Bucky used to put towels under the door to stop the noise from travelling before. There's no embarrassment involved anymore. Not for disability accommodating paper writing practices or for playing Taylor Swift songs out loud on a fucking vintage record player, which was bequeathed to them by the great betrayer himself.

Steve left a really nice note with it and everything.

"Tell B to force feed you a granola bar," Sarah says. Then, "I could always get myself a sexy boyfriend and move in with him."

She hangs up to the sound of Sam spluttering loudly. To calm himself, he checks off talk to Sarah from his notes app to do list anyway, then sends Bucky a text.

We got any granola bars left?

The door to the second bedroom opens -- it sticks, because their building is old and decrepit -- and a box of granola bars is flung out with shockingly precise aim to land skidding on the kitchen table in front of Sam.

"Thanks, man!" Sam calls.

"FUCK!" Bucky yells at top volume, and slams the door shut again.

The phone rings a second time; Sam has to pick up, legally, because it's his mom. She wants to know if he talked to Sarah, and also how things are.

"You know how grad school is," Sam says. He opens a granola bar. It is extremely stale. "Yeah. Uh huh. No. Just my presentation next week. Well, we'll see if it'll actually make any difference ... No, mama, I have not been forgetting to shower. Whatever Sarah tells you, don't listen to her. I'm a grown assed man, okay?"

4.

Sam sits in the industrial flickering lights of the MHPC's reserved library room and lets a modicum of peace soak in while the undergrads chatter.

"Well, at least the board presentation went well. It was like, fruitful discussion, right?"

"It was pretty badass. I liked the bit where Sam lost his shit and yelled at the dean."

"He didn't yell at the dean ..."

"You know you guys are still holding hands, right? It's been like, an hour."

Sam doesn't respond right away, because he's trying to figure out why the hell the sentence in front of him doesn't read like a sentence.

"They're exchanging long protein strands," says Parker. "Like in the Simpsons."

"No one watches Simpsons anymore," says Kate's girlfriend, who seems to be eating a pack of lunchables with a pocket knife.

"Well --"

"I'm holding his elbow," Bucky mumbles, which might be the longest string of words he's spoken for two weeks. He's swapped his hoodie out for a clean one, at least.

"Emotional support," Sam agrees, still with his eyes narrowed at the screen. They are actually holding hands, but semantics become irrelevant after the month they've had. "Man, what the fuck is this supposed to say?"

"You're the editor," says Bucky.

"You're the writer! It's due in two minutes!"

"It's about the genealogy," Bucky says, levelling his free, prosthetic hand in front of him for emphasis.

"Of the worm?" Parker asks, in a whisper.

"Just let me submit the fucking paper, Sam!"

"No! This is degree defining!"

"Says the guy who's neglected his thesis for three weeks -- gimme the laptop --"

"No -- ow!"

"I don't think I ever wanna do grad school," Kate says solemnly, to the room at large, while somehow, despite the tangled heap they make on the couch, Sam and Bucky are still holding elbows. But then, who else would they hold elbows with, in such a moment?

Sam gently raises this topic with the next struggling undergrad who comes to them for accommodation help; in many ways, that's really all you need to make it through college.