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salem-witch-slut · 3 days ago

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I Hate (Love) You (18+)

Kate Bishop x Masc!FemReader

SYNOPSIS: Kate Bishop hated you. You were arrogant, stubborn, rude, and unkind to her. So why did she want you so bad?

WORD COUNT: 4.5K

WARNINGS: HATE SEX, strap-on use (Kate receiving), fingering (kate!receving), semi-public sex, reader is kind of a bitch, reader described as masculine and muscular, sub!Kate, dom!reader, cute ending, strap called "cock" and "dick"

A/N: Kinktober was a wild month for me. And Kate Bishop became a quick obsession, along with Natasha and Carol. Captain Marvel fic coming soon.

DIVIDERS MADE BY @cafekitsune

“I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

If there was something she prided herself on, it was her ability to find kindness in anybody. Even when her mother was arrested on Christmas, Kate still visited her in prison. And even with that black widow assassin, Yelena, she still couldn’t help but like her even after she attempted to kill her.

Kate saw the best in everybody, and she’s never hated a single person in her life… Until you came along.

What was it about you that pissed her off so bad? Why did she say things like “I hate you” to your face? Who even were you in this scenario?!

You worked at Bishop Security Headquarters. You used to be her mother’s administrative assistant, handling all of her paperwork and business calls like it was second nature to you. Whenever Kate had saw you working before, she would end up staring at you… The women in this office always wore those ugly pencil skirts and frilly blouses under horrendous blazers and heels too high for comfort. But not you.

Kate felt her heart stutter in her chest when she first saw you on the second week of her internship. You had a briefcase in your hands along with a cellphone in the other. There was an earpiece on your left side, just hiding the many piercings of your ear and the nose ring that she thought was so cool at the time. You wore almost no makeup, just mascara and lip gloss.

And the suits you wore? They all looked custom made to fit you. She could see the outline of your muscles through the fabric of your button-up shirts that were perfectly tucked into your dress pants. Every day you wore a new solid color business suit, and a tie to add a complimentary color to your outfit. Your hair was short, and Kate noticed your angled undercut, and the tattoo down the back of your neck.

Needless to say, Kate was horny for you. Every time you walked past reception; you didn’t even look up as Dee let you inside of the office building without a word. You were so busy on your phone that you never looked up. Kate saw you almost run into the glass doors on many occasions because Dee wasn’t quick enough to open the door.

She saw you at her mom’s home as well. You were usually around helping her with everything and making her life easier, but you hardly acknowledged Kate when she was around. It got to the point that Kate didn’t think you ever actually saw her.

And then one day, you didn’t have a choice.

Kate was late. She had a huge cup of iced coffee in her grasp as she made her way across the lobby to the building, her fear rising at being reprimanded when she was knocked onto the ground, iced latte clattering down to the concrete floor as a heavy body was knocked down and on top of her.

“Shit, shit, fuck,” The sound of your voice had her cheeks burning red as she looked up to meet your icy gaze. Kate forgot how to breathe… you were even more hot up close like this. And you smelled like cinnamon, fuck. “You didn’t see me coming?”

And just like that, Kate was offended. Didn’t matter how much pressure you were applying to her in all the right places, or how good you smelled. You were the one that ran into her. Not the other way around.

“Maybe if you get off your phone for more than five seconds, you would have seen me coming—”

“Wait, stop—” You shushed her and sat back on your knees, practically straddling Kate and making her breath get caught in her throat. You pressed a finger to your earpiece and nodded for a second and then responded. “Yes, I’ll have that ready by this afternoon. Mrs. Bishop has very important matters to handle, so I will be taking care of it personally.”

“Can you just- Move it!” Kate aggressively shoved you off of her body, forcing you to stand up off her and you reached for the briefcase that had slid across the floor. Almost immediately, you could smell the caramel and saw that Kate’s coffee had gotten all over the back of her shirt, and into her long hair.

“Watch where you’re going next time, Ms. Bishop,” Was all you said before you headed for the elevator and did not hold it for her. Kate was fuming. How entitled were you that you thought it was her fault!?

Since that day, Kate couldn’t even look at you without scowling. It didn’t matter how hot you dressed, how pretty your hair was, or how every so often you would switch out the piercing in your nose for something new. No, Kate was still pissed off. You were acting like she was nobody; like she didn’t even exist. She was your boss’s damn daughter!

It didn’t take long for her to be openly hostile toward you. When she saw you throughout the office, she would purposely run into you, shoulder-checking you. “Watch it, secretary.” Was what she would say. You weren’t a secretary… You were an administrative assistant! You were someone important! She was just the company owner’s brat daughter and useless intern!

It would have been so easy to ignore Kate’s childish antics for a long, long time… But unfortunately, her mother had other plans.

Eleanor was throwing a party for her clientele, and she made sure that Kate was going to be there. And then she revealed to her daughter that yes, you would also be there. And you would be staying in close proximity with Kate all night long. Kate had been questioning why you were going to hang around her all night long, and Eleanor reminded her daughter that not only did she have a habit for wandering off and not coming back, but she also liked getting into nonsense trouble.

You would keep her in line. Right, yeah, you’d totally keep her in line…

Kate felt ridiculous. She was in a sparkly purple floor-length evening gown that was off her shoulders and her hair was held back by silver flower clips. And while she felt silly, you had nearly lost your balance at seeing her.

It was probably the first time she saw you look at her for more than ten seconds… Of course, you were in a suit. Of course, you had a tie that matched the color of her dress. And of course, it looked fucking incredible on you, like everything else you fucking wore. It pissed her off even more.

“Ms. Bishop,” You cleared your throat a little and bowed down, holding out your hand for her and making her roll her eyes.

“Don’t try to be nice to me,” She said, shooing your hand away and walking passed you. You looked dumbfounded. “This must be killing you.”

“You know what?” You squared your shoulders back a little and decided that you’ve had enough of her damn attitude. “You’re right. I’d rather be anywhere else than here with you right now.”

“And what is it about being in my presence that is so freaking bad for you?”

“You’re a spoiled little brat who is too hot for her own good and thinks she can get whatever she fucking wants with that damn look you give people,” You scowled, not holding back even a little. “You only work at HQ because your mother owns it. You don’t do a thing there except waste time.”

Kate didn’t hear anything other than you calling her hot. Her cheeks burned red, but she wasn’t backing down. “At least I’m not some workaholic who doesn’t even know how to look up from her phone for more than ten seconds before walking headfirst into someone!”

“That was months ago, are you being serious right now?” You crossed your arms together and Kate swallowed hard at your muscles contracting under the fabric. “You aren’t helping my case here by whining like a brat.”

“And you’re just a… A bitch!” Her voice echoed so hard in the halls that other guests ended up staring at you two. For a second, you had forgotten where you two were and before Kate could fight back, you were grabbing her on the arm and dragging her away from the scene. “Hey! Let me—”

You didn’t listen. You simply tugged her into a supply closet and locked the door behind you as you slammed it shut. “You want to fight? Let’s fight, Ms. Bishop.”

“This is—” Kate laughed incredulously, her face paling a little as she realized just how close she was to you in the small closet. You smelled even better when she was almost touching you like this. “You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”

“And what are you being then, huh? A child? A pussy?” Kate stumbled back as you slammed your hands on either side of her head, standing as tall as her and leaning forward just enough for her to feel your breath against her face. Kate shivered, and you noticed. “A brat?”

“I am not a brat,” Kate almost snarled, her heart pounding in her chest. A low, seductive chuckle left your throat, and the Bishop girl felt her knees tremble as you reached with one hand and gently tilted her head up to meet her gaze. You licked your lips, and she noticed. Her stomach was twisting all over again and she felt like her body was on fire.

Kate breathed, “I hate you.”

You snarled. “I hate you, more.”

There was no telling who truly closed the distance first. It was a mess of lips, tongue, and teeth as you slammed your mouth down against hers and began to kiss Kate with a desire that you didn’t know was in you.

Your entire body slotted against her, whimpering at feeling her own strength against yours. And while Kate wasn’t as muscular as you, she was just as strong. Her hands curled into the front of your suit, and she let out a soft whine as you broke the kiss and reached down with both hands, grabbing her thighs.

“Just… need that attitude fucked out of you,” Your words sent electric shocks throughout her entire body. Before she could bring herself to protest, you bent down and lifted her up off the floor, wrapping Kate’s legs around your waist and sliding your lips down to her neck.

Kate fisted her fingers in your hair and scowled aggressively, pushing down against your hips in an attempt to show her dominance, but what she got in return was something she was not expecting. Her breath got caught in her throat and the sensation of something pressing against her…

“Did you—” Kate looked offended for a brief second, her brows pulling together as she looked up at you. “You fucking plan this?”

You chuckled, leaning forward and gently grazing your teeth across her jawline. “Not that it’s any of your business, Bishop… but I tend to enjoy these parties a bit more than you.”

Kate was slightly pissed, but more intrigued than anything. Why would you be packing? What is it about these parties that makes you wear… Her entire face went red, and she looked up at your stern gaze, pressing her lips into a thin line. “You planned on taking someone home with you.”

“I planned on taking someone home with me,” You admitted, gently rubbing your thumb across the underside of her chin before aggressively grabbing at her neck. “Now don’t make me fucking regret dragging you into this closet, and not that cute girl from finance.”

Kate knew who you were talking about. Christy was short, adorable, feminine, and every masc lesbian’s fantasy. Kate would know, because she’s thought about fucking Christy too. Suddenly, Kate felt like she shouldn’t have been in here with you, but you were quick to put those fears to rest. Very slowly, you reached down and pulled on of the straps off her shoulder and nipped your teeth along her soft skin.

“Fuck,” Kate pressed her head against the wall, her hips pushing down against the strap in your dress pants. You grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down as far as you possibly could, feeling Kate put her arms down so she could slip them out of her dress. You pushed the fabric around her waist and one of your hands gripped at her chest, running your thumb across her nipple and kissed at the pulse in her neck. “D-Don’t think I…I like you now…”

“Don’t mistake me fucking you for me liking you either, Bishop,” You scowled, teeth biting down briefly against her neck and making her buck forward against your hips. Continuing to play with Kate’s soft breasts, you held her up simply with your own body and the strength of her legs around your waist in order to fully feel her in your hands. “You’re still a spoiled brat that needs a severe attitude adjustment.”

“Yeah?” Kate taunted, pulling hard enough on your hair that you had no choice but to lift your head up and meet her gaze. “Hope your dick is the adjustment you’re talking about.”

A low sigh of arousal left your throat as you reached down between both of you and pressed your fingertips against her. Kate gasped, fingers shaking for a second as you found her cunt and began to rub at her clit overtop of her panties almost immediately.

“Oh wow,” You teased, wearing a grin that made her pissed off and horny at the same time. “Fucking soaked for me, Bishop.”

“Shut up, you secret—ohfuck…” Kate couldn’t finish her words. You cut her off when you yanked her panties to the side and slowly began to push one of your thick fingers inside of her dripping cunt. Her nails bit into the fabric of your suit and you breathed slowly, almost like this was just another day for you.

“I am your mother’s assistant. I am important. Without me, your company will fucking drown, Bishop… I’m no secretary,” You pushed her up on the wall a bit more and Kate stared into your eyes, almost like she was trying to challenge you with eye contact. “You’ll address me with respect when I’m knuckle deep inside of your pussy. Understand me?”

Kate was about to voice her thoughts, and then you added another finger. Kate immediately gasped, her eyes going back in her head as you chuckled and pressed soft little kisses across her neck. The Bishop girl felt like she was completely at your mercy, feeling you push her panties away every few seconds to keep them off your area of work.

After moving them for at least the sixth time, you were getting very angry. “Oh, fuck this.” Kate let out an embarrassingly loud whine as you removed your finger from her cunt, tucking it into the crotch of her panties, and pulled. The sound of the fabric snapping against your strength was a whole new reason for her to be aroused, but then she realized that you ripped off her underwear.

“Are you kidding—” Kate glared at you. “You know I’ve only got one of those, right?”

“Your dress is long,” You teased, reaching with your other hand and pushing the waist of your pants around your hips. Very quickly, you wiggled out and rested the pants around your upper thighs, just low enough to pull the strap-on free from its confinement. “It’ll hide your stretched out pussy just fine.”

“W-Wait, wait,” You saw her start shaking with slight fear but ultimately, she just wanted to look into your eyes when you pushed forward, lining your deep purple strap with her cunt. You promised to go slow, holding her thighs with both hands and watching the strap slowly disappear inside of her cunt. You stopped halfway when Kate whimpered and grabbed your shoulders harder than you expected. “Fuck… Ohmyg…. Nnnnn…”

“Hey… hey Bishop, look—” You saw her throw her head back and almost give herself a concussion before you grabbed at her face and made her look down. “Kate, look at me.”

Kate gasped, eyes widening as she looked down into your eyes and felt her face turned a deep crimson at your words… It was the first time you had ever said her first name. She wanted to hear you say it again.

“Again,” Kate begged, her fingers trembling as she looked down at your cock and slowly rolled her hips a little bit. “P-please… say it again.”

You smirked. “What? Say what again?” You pressed your chest against hers and she whined at the feeling of your soft dress suit rubbing on her poor sensitive nipples. You kissed over her neck and began to slowly move yourself against her, hips giving short and slow thrusts against her. “Want me to call you by your name again?”

“Please!” Kate begged. “M’s-sorry! Y-you’re not a s-secretary… You’re i-important, I just… Oh please just…” The sound that escaped her was so loud that you needed to keep her quiet or you both would get caught. You pressed your lips against hers as fast as possible, swallowing her moans down and slowly picking up speed.

“Kate,” You moaned against her mouth, dragging out another beautiful sound from the archer. Her fingers fisted in the front of your suit jacket, and she began to try and push it off of you. She felt you smile against her lips and began taking the jacket off your shoulders. Kate started to unbutton the front of your shirt, all while you kept a gentle speed of thrusting your silicone cock into her warm cunt. “Yeah? You want my clothes off too?”

“Shut up,” Kate huffed, finally getting the last button of your shirt undone and shoving that down over your shoulders as well. It gathered in a heap on the floor as you sighed and allowed Kate to do what she wanted to this time. Her hands ran along the sides of your defined arms, and she dug her nails into the muscles on your shoulders, losing her breath for a second as she felt you speed up.

“Still got an attitude?” You said. “L-Let’s get rid of that, huh?”

“Harder,” Kate begged, grabbing at your face and panting against your mouth. “Harder please… fuck me like you mean it!”

“With pleasure, Kate Bishop.”

You had clearly been holding back. Your hands gripped her hips, and you pushed her against the wall a bit harder. Your muscles flexed as you kept her off the ground and reangled yourself just right to slam the entirety of your strap inside her pussy.

The archer grabbed at your biceps, gaping at you with wide eyes and heart pounding behind her ribs. The strap stretched her out perfectly, and you were moving in the most wonderful way that she almost forgot why she actually hated you.

This is what Kate had been wanting ever since she met you. A few times she had dreamed of using a strap on you as well, but this was what most of her fantasies consisted of. You drag her into a secluded corner of the HQ office and fuck her senseless. But she wasn’t going to admit that out loud any time soon. For now, this was just a hot accident.

“Fuck, listen to yourself,” You taunted, leaning forward and whispering down against her neck. Kate wrapped her arms around your neck and pushed her entire face into your shoulder, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure with every thrust into her pretty pussy. “Whining so pretty for me, little brat… Sound like such a little slut—”

“N-Not a b-b-brat,” Kate hiccupped against your skin, breathing you in and admiring how your tits bounced in the confinement of your black laced bra. It looked so gorgeous against the muscles in your chest and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching down and undoing the hooks on your back.

You pulled the fabric off your body and dropped it on the floor next to you, still holding Kate up off the floor with all your strength working overtime. It was clear that this wasn’t exactly difficult for you… Like you’ve done this many times before.

Kate spoke as best as she could, gasping and yelping as you began to use her own body weight to fill her at a new angle, lifting her off your strap and dropping her back down. Kate was practically riding you now, and she was loving every single fucking second of it.

“H-How ma-many girls in the office h..have you d-done this with?” Kate tried not to sound jealous.

You chuckled, leaning up and kissing her jaw. “Why? You hope you’re the first?”

Kate could tell you were masking how much you liked this. You tried not to sound winded, nor did you try to show the pleasure this was bringing you, but it was obvious with how you were holding her. Kate was having a serious effect on you, and she was basking in not only you fucking her, but also this long awaited attention from you.

“Let’s just say,” You said, lifting her chin up and looking into her eyes. Kate whimpered as you rolled your hips at just the right angle and the strap bumped against her clit, making her see stars behind her eyes. Kate whined pathetically. “You… are the prettiest girl I’ve ever fucked in a closet before.”

That told her nothing, but with what you were doing? Kate was beyond caring.

The archer grabbed at your hair and bit down on your shoulder, keeping her sounds contained as you split her open. The way your hips moved just right to hit her deepest spots… The way that you managed to bring friction to her clit when you moved just perfectly, how you were holding her so tight and aggressively, how your tits were pressed against her own, basking in the warmth and solidness of your body… She wasn’t gonna last long.

“OhGOD… Ohfuck I’m gonna… nnnnn…”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock, Katie?” You taunted, much to her pleasure. Kate nodded, her body shivering against yours as you pulled back enough to see into her eyes. They were watering, rolling back in her head, and her eyelids were struggling to stay open.

You noticed all of the little changes to her demeanor. Her fingers flexed against your hair, and you felt the muscles in her legs tense up as she held you closer and began to grind against your cock to try and give more friction to her clit. You got the message and slowly licked your fingers before sliding your hand between both of your bodies.

“Oh baby, you’re real sensitive, aren’t you?” Kate nodded, biting her lip and looking so desperate to reach her high. You wanted to see her cum so bad. When your fingers pressed against her clit and began to rub at it as fast as possible, Kate had to cover her mouth with one of her hands to hold in her moans. “You like when I rub your clit like that? Like when I touch you like this, Katie?”

Kate’s brows pulled down as she pressed her back into the wall and you got to watch your strap pump into her pussy, making you shiver with pleasure. It looked so pretty and so fucking messy… You wanted to taste her so bad. The archer whined, tears filling her vision as she begged, hand muffling her words. “Please don’t stop… pleaaaaase, m’so fucking close…”

You readjusted your angle once again, spreading your legs apart a little more and grabbing at her waist, slamming the cock so hard inside of Kate that you worried you may end up bruising her.

But those thoughts were put to rest when you saw what Kate looked like as she came on you. Her entire back arched and she rolled her eyes back in her head, slapping her other hand over her mouth and shaking against your tight hold. Her body hit the wall and she bucked her hips down against your strap, taking you in as deep as humanly possible before she collapsed on your chest.

Your thrusts began to slow as you tried to calm your own heavy breathing. Very slowly, you turned around and pressed your back to the wall, sliding down the surface and sitting on the broom closet floor with Kate in your lap, strap still buried deep inside of her.

You could feel Kate’s heart against your own, listening to her heavy, harsh breathing and the way your soft touches sent her shivering against you. For some reason, you were acting sweet with her… Kate half expected for you to drop her to the floor and walk off the second she was finished, but you were sitting on the floor with her in your arms, holding her and whispering sweet things into her ear as she came down from her high.

“Did so good f’me, Katie… So proud, sweet girl…” You praised, kissing her neck and nuzzling against her.

Kate huffed, pushing herself back a little more just so she could look down into your eyes, her own dilated and wild from her orgasm and the adrenaline racing through her body.

“I don’t… get it…” Kate breathed through heavy inhales. “Y-You’re being s..so nice… Why do you hate me so much?”

You frowned and hid your face in her chest. Something Kate was not expecting. “You’re off-limits, Kate… You are my boss’s daughter. You are forbidden… I shouldn’t even be alone with you, let alone making you cream all over my dick.”

“I didn’t—” Kate whined when you grabbed her ass and rolled her hips against your lap, feeling the tip of your strap touch her deepest sweet spot and her toes curled up. “Okay, okay fine! I did! B-But why act like you—”

“If you hated me… I could pretend like I didn’t like you,” You admitted, shame written all over your features. “I didn’t want to admit shit I knew wouldn’t happen.”

Kate frowned, pushing your bangs out of your face and running her fingers across your jaw. “And now?”

You snorted. “Never been too good at seeing into the future, Katie…”

A moment of comfortable silence passed between the both of you as you glanced down at your watch and saw that a whole hour had passed within the supply closet. But the party was still going on and it seemed that no one noticed the two of you were missing. You grinned.

“We’ve still got time, miss Bishop,” You leaned back a little and teased her, gently lifting your hips up and making her bounce on your lap. Kate pushed her hands against your chest and gasped but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Let’s see if you ride as well as you shoot.”

“Oh, game on.”

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unholyhelbig · 3 days ago

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This did sooo bad on this platform and I'm not going to bother posting a part two on here (I'm so tired and I do this for free). But, it over preformed on Ao3, so here's the link if anyone is interested!

Secretly dating with Katelena please!!!

Title: Teacher's Pet

Ship: Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop

Wordcount: 2402

Summary: Kate Bishop struggles to grabble with Yelena's sudden substitution as her instructor, but she's not the only one.

Warnings: Cannon typical violence, bullying (boo), self-doubt, mentions of death, suicide implication, angst, hurt/comfort, horrible grammar I do not beta, please let me know if I should add more.

[A/n: straight up realizing I don't ever post Kate and Yelena on here because people are too judgemental. I do write for them! Just on AO3 and not very often. Here's some fucking sustenance. I'd be willing to do a part two. A sexy part two that's not angsty. lmk what you think!]

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Kate’s mouth was dry in an instant. It had lost all concept of moisture when the scent of citrus and vanilla that had engulfed her just a few hours prior pressed against her senses in a wave so visceral that she pressed her nose close to the fabric of her collar and inhaled. She’d been careful enough, her own pine fragrance and sweat all the lingered.

Kate frowned and wiped the dampness away from her forehead, glancing around the second-floor gym. She’d pulled her headphones down, letting the base of an obscure rock song vibrate against the increase pulse in her throat. The steady sounds of weights and measured breaths eased her rising anxieties.

It was normal, she knew, to catch stray scents of the woman you lived with. Their toothbrushes mingled, adjacent to one another in a glass jar at the edge of Kate’s sink. The archer was sure that she wore a pair of socks that were not hers, and she had swallowed down an egg that was cooked in a way that she could not master on her own, salted to perfection.

Pulling in a tepid breath of the citrus orange and soothing vanilla was normal. Just not in the Avengers compound, and certainly not while she tried to regulate her breath on a bow flex. It had hit her out of nowhere and uncomfortably so.

An awkward, yet stern, clearing of the throat pulled her from her racing thoughts. She startles, whips her head up at a dizzying speed. In front of her is a hulking figure dressed in black. It took a few moments to register him as Director Nick Fury. Her posture had a Pavlovian response, breath stilling.

Kate rushed to stand “Sir,”

“Agent Bishop,”

She had been the only one paying attention. At a fault, she was the first to recognize that he was about to command the room. He did just that with two solid, and loud claps. The gym stilled within moments. Other agents, recruits, had laid down weights and turned off machines. They circled the man in a half-moon, hands tucked, and jaws clenched.

Kate balanced rising panic. A low tide that pushed and pulled. Her skin was buzzing, heart thrumming the same muted word over and over again. She had begged for proper training after two years with Clint and had spent the last three years receiving it. She was an agent with a badge.

Kate trusted her gut and her gut was telling her that the air in this room was familiar. Not in the sense that she spent hours in this very room every morning. But in the sense that the air shifted in a way that was so known to her.

“Agents,” He sobered the energy in the room instantly “I’m sorry for interrupting your routine. But your usual instructor has been called away on some last-minute field work so I’ve had to pull some strings.”

Strings that required his presence did not bode well. It boded the exact opposite. She felt the gears in her back tightening ever so slightly until she was rim-rod like her mother had taught her. Ever so perfect in any event. That smell. Sure, it was plausible for any higher-level agent to take over their training, but it was even more plausible for-

“Yelena Belova will be stepping in for the foreseeable future.” Director Fury gave a proud, almost unidentifiable smile, scanning the shocked faces of the agents. “She is not directly associated with the agency. A contracted associate. She has decades worth of field work under her belt.”

Kate swore that his eye found her, but didn’t allow her own gaze to linger. Yelena’s scent clung to him from their brief interaction. A handshake, a conversation or a tour of the Avengers compound. She was careful. Too careful to scrub any trace of the Widow from her skin.

“I expect the upmost respect from each and every one of you. If I hear any different I will not hesitate to cut you from the program, and from this business entirely. Though, Miss Belova will do much worse.”

Damn right.

Kate had to bite back a scoff. Swallow it like a bitter pill. She had not kept her distaste for some of her fellow agents back behind her own walls. Not all of them were kind. A select few held a certain distaste for her. Though, she fought tooth and nail for the proper training that she craved.

She couldn’t shake the ‘rich kid’ façade. They saw her as weak. A prodigy that had skipped most of the hard work and had only gotten in because Hawkeye willed it so. She was stronger, more-skilled, and yet- they looked down on her. It was petty, leaked with venom. Reminded her too much of the teasing that was harbored in high school.

Kate tried to ignore the teasing and the biting words that surrounded her presence, prove herself based on her skills and her skills alone like she had done with Clint. Push through the rocky start. But it had done nothing to curb the insults and the icy looks. The harder punches and the isolations.

She’d curl up in Yelena’s lap, the woman carding her fingers through her hair, whispering raspy Russian that would rumble through her chest and settle her into a quiet haze. That orange scent enough to relax her. Her nose warm after a long day in the New York weather.

Of course, she’d offer to straighten them out. To march down to the Avengers compound and scare sense into the agents that gave Kate a hard time. The archer would curl close to the widow and kiss freckles from the smoothness of her skin before moving down the expanse of her jaw.

It was easy to fluster her, distract her from the task at hand and spread the blush that rose so willingly. “That’s very valiant of you, but I think it’ll make things worse.”

“mm” She would purr, tilting her head to give Kate more access “It would shut them up, though.”

Shut them up, it would. One look and the agents would quiet. One subtle touch to the small of the Kate’s back at an event and the context of the tension between them would evaporate. Kate didn’t’ go out of her way to show up at Christmas parties, or events that weren’t required these past four years. She’d much rather spend it at home in her shared apartment with their dogs.

This would complicate things.

They were sharing a space outside of their home. Outside of conjoined hands, and Clint’s farmhouse. Outside of soft embraces, candlelight dinners, and expeditions across oceans to spend summers at the farm where Meliana had retired.

“Dismissed.” Fury had cleared the rigidity of the room as quickly as he had called attention to it. The agents in her class relaxed their shoulders as he turned on his booted heel and stopped out of the gym. The compression door breathing out a sigh of relief.

The second he was out of earshot, a lanky ammunitions expert coated in a vicus layer of sweat took a daring stretch towards her. A cocky smile on his lips. “Bishop, don’t you know her?”

“Yeah, that reckless holiday escapade you pulled as a rookie back in 21’ brought you pretty close huh?” Agent Sterling nudged Parks.

The two of them egged each other on with a goading annoyance. They were shit at combat but enjoyed blowing things up. Short with tempers but could rile anyone on the team until something exploded in a flurry of ash and flame. Most of the time it was Kate that was their target, the rest of their small class watching with edged smiles.

She kept quiet always. Breathed through the jaunts. This was never meant to be her permanent arrangement, a means to an end that would carry her to those that she wanted to be around. Sterling and Parks were meant for one another in the lab.

Kate glowered at them, reached for the towel she had draped over the equipment she was using. Parks grasped it first and dragged it across his gummy expression. “I asked you a question, Bishop.”

Agent Kitt, a woman who had the slightest bit of neutrality towards Kate gave her a look of pity that only seemed to stir the aggravation within her. She stared into the childish gaze of Parks, wishing she could wipe the grin off his face with an open-handed slap.

Kate let out a huff and moved to push past the two men. They steeled themselves and their acrid scent filled her lungs. Sterling crossed his arms over his chest. She glowered at him. “Move.”

“Fa-la-la-la-la forget it.”

“Grow the hell up.”

Kitt shook her head, spoke softly “Let her through, Sterling. It’s getting late.”

His shoulders fall slightly, but the shit-eating grin on his face doesn’t falter. He steps to the side and let’s Kate walk towards the very doors that Fury had just exited from. She doesn’t make it far before the two men bubble into a cruel laughter that burns against her skin like acid.

Parks says loud enough for Kate to hear. “Word has it Belova only let her live out of pity because it was Christmas. I didn’t know a Widow was capable of something like that. Should have spared us and let her die.”

Kate felt the pinpricks at the back of her eyes and the lump form in her throat against her will. It angered her that things like this affected her. It was unfair, cruel in it’s own right. They were just words. Horrible words that deep down, she figured she deserved sometimes.

She made it halfway down the hall before she used the heels of her hands to wipe the traitorous tears away. The made it the other half before cold fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her into a supply closet that was filled with a chemical scent.

Kate made an embarrassing sound of shock in the back of her throat, an attempt to thrash when her back was slammed softly into the cool wood of the supply closet door. Her head was cradled by a hand that was equally as cold.

It took a moment for her mind to catch up with her surroundings. Yelena took over her senses, her hands always cold and her breath always warm against her throat. Three blinks later and the darkness gave way to the worried expression of her girlfriend.

Very perceptive, this one, wiping away her tears in a matter of seconds. “Oh, Malen'kiy yastreb, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t,”

She melted into Yelena, moved her hands from the girls shoulders to her collarbone, splaying them out, checking to see if she were real. She hadn’t realized how much she needed her. More tears had slipped down her cheeks that were burning with embarrassment.

Despite her towering height, Yelena cradled her as she fell forward. Letting Kate fall into her arms, tuck herself into her neck as if she belonged there. A puzzle piece that was sweaty and snotty and oh, so tired.

“You should have killed me.” Kate eventually whimpered.

“What?” Yelena pulled back in the darkness, a little crinkle in between her brows, the green of her eyes still vibrant and sharp, thumbs smoothing over the heat on Kate’s complexion. “Kate Bishop the chemicals in here are barely enough to tamp down bacteria, I doubt they can make quick work of you.”

They earned a watery chuckle, her forehead pressed against Yelena’s as she closed her eyes. They’d been through this before. It took Kate a few moments to gather her thoughts, to slow her heart. Yelena never pushed. Sometimes the thoughts rushed past her so quickly they were overwhelming and made little sense.

Kate gripped into the lapels of Yelena’s coat to ground herself. “Parks and Sterling… regular jackasses. Fury announced that you were taking over our training.”

“Ah, he’s fast. We just signed the contract. I was hoping to tell you first.”

Yelena’s hands went to her waist to steady her, a gentle squeeze. Kate wasn’t mad, would never be. She opened her eyes and met a worried expression that had already been searching hers for some solace. She was such a mess, one that Yelena had spent so much time cleaning up and vice versa.

She sighs, leaning back against the door. The action is stuffy, making her feel heady and light. “I try to tune them out, you know? It’s easy. But sometimes they really dig their heels in, Yel. Twist that knife.”

“What did they say to you?” She grits her teeth, softness switching to a hard anger in a shuttered breath.

“It doesn’t matter it-“

“Certainly does,” Yelena soothes, pressing forward, her lips close to Kate’s but not quite touching, she nips lightly as a way to silence her partner in a light warning. “You are distressed, are you not?”

Kate makes a small noise before recounting the very fresh lashing she had endured in the gym. She watched Yelena’s expression darken. It was alluring, almost, the way that the Widow’s expression could change in a subtle way from soft, to serpentine. Kate could feel her pulse quicken.

“I can handle this very swiftly,” and then she smiles almost wickedly, squeezing Kate’s hips in a grounding gesture. “So could you.”

“As an instructor, you really should be setting an example.”

“Yes, but as a contracted instructor I could get very creative with their demise.”

Kate chuckled in a watery mess. It was going to be a long semester. Her time as an academy recruit was drawing to a close, and so was her tortuous stint as a punching bag for Parks and Sterling.

She wipes away any lingering tears, giving Yelena a small smile that almost reaches her eyes. “Are there any non-violent benefits that come with dating the teacher?”

Yelena chuckles in a beautiful exhale, shaking her head. Her cheeks flush a brilliant red, even in the dull darkness of the supply closet they’re crammed into. Kate can still fluster her in a clumsy sort of way after all these years together. It’s a feat. It’s fantastic.

“Maybe, Kate Bishop.” Yelena shrugs, nudging their noses together. “There might be some extra credit.”

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