#kate bishop x sister reader

[fandoms--fluff]

Hey could I request HCs for being Kates younger sibling who she is protective of?

Protective Sister Kate Bishop Headcannons

Flufftober, October 22nd

Younger sister reader x Kate Bishop

Warnings: none

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She would definitely teach you how to use a bow and arrow

When you guys were younger, you used to play hide and seek all around the massive penthouse.

^usually would end up with getting scolded by your guys' Mom

You would've been there right next to Kate when the battle of nEW York happened. And ever since then she's hated to leave you out if her site.

Which was especially hard when she went off to college.

^but she would make sure you guys texted or called or video chatted every day while she's away.

You'd get annoyed with her protectiveness of wanting to always know where you are - hence you calling her 'Mom numbero dos' whenever she really annoys you.

She'd try to keep you out of the Ronan, Maya, and tracksuit business for as long as she could, but you found out spectacularly fast from her suspiciousness.

Which that would end up with you pestering her until she introduces you to Clint.

And that interaction by itself would be a whole scene in your guys' aunt's condo.

You'd tell Clint embarrassing stories about Kate's obsession with him since you guys were kids.

^Which she would throw anything in front of her at you to make you shut up and she would blush like crazy.

When you eventually meet Yelena, you'd take a big liking to her and Kate would be super skeptical about your guys' friendship. Considering the whole her being a trained assassin thing and you being only sixteen.

She would be teaching you how to drive in the city but after ten minutes make you pull over from you honking at a taxi, calling the driver 'jackass' as loud as you could. 'Okay, no more of this for you today' She would say and make you switch sides with her.

Clint and Yelena would also become super protective of you (making you roll your eyes) - it's even worse once the two of them sort of make up after the big fight at Rockefeller skating rink.

Whenever you and Kate have down time, you guys have movie nights, snuggled up on the couch with blankets and stuffing your faces with junk food.

Kate would try her hardest to not let you fight in any of the fights that happen in the city. Especially if they are clearly dangerous.

You would play with her bow and arrows around the house and may or may not have broken more than a few vases. And tried to clean them up before anyone notices.

She would sometimes go to extreme lengths and lock you in a closet when you wouldn't back down from trying to come along to fight the bad guys.

[writerslittlelibrary]

Hey could I request a kate x autistic sibling where r struggles with social cues and Kate is protective of them?

Get your hands off my sister, drabble

masterlist requests masterlist

pairing: Kate x autistic sister reader 

warnings: a guy hitting on reader

genre: fluff

words: 850

a/n: this request stirred something in my head I didn’t know I had. I’ve never written for Kate before but now I’m entirely obsessed with this dynamic! (I generally don’t struggle with picking up social cues, so I tried my best with writing this and I apologise if something isn’t entirely accurate:))

(if your name is Brad, I apologise in advance lol)

(more fics are coming lovelies I promise)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Kate had been your big protector ever since you had joined the family. Being your big sister she had always felt a need to protect you, and when you were diagnosed with autism that feeling only grew. Kate was the person you always stuck close to. You’d be by her side when you had started school, and she had protected you and kept you safe.

When you grew older, and boys started liking you, you were oblivious. They’d talk to you, telling you you were pretty and complimenting your outfits. You never picked up on their intentions, merely smiling and thanking them.

When you got even older, Kate started dragging you to parties and such. You had never liked parties. They were too loud in you opinion, with too many people. 

Because of that, you didn’t go with Kate often, staying at home and reading in the comfort of your room. However, this time was different. Kate had told you about a house party that some of her college friends were giving. She had assured you that it wouldn’t be too many people, and that it would be a good party to get out of the house without stepping out of your comfort zone too far. 

And so, you had agreed, going with Kate to the college party.

When you stepped into the house, you had immediately felt easy. The music wasn’t too loud, and the people present weren’t swarmed around each other like a horde of bees. Unbeknownst to you it was Kate who had made sure of that. 

When you entered, Kate had stuck closely by your side, promising you that if you wanted to leave all you had to do was tell her.

After being at the party for about an hour, you had found you were quite enjoying yourself. The people there were nice, and there wasn’t even one person that was drunk. You had even told Kate you would go and get a drink by yourself, so that she could stay and chat with her friends. 

She had agreed and asked you to bring her a drink as well. 

However, when you got to the kitching and poured your drinks, you were approached by a guy you hadn’t seen earlier that evening. He smiled as he approached you, asking if you could pour him a drink as well. 

You happily did so, nodding your head and pouring him a drink. He took it with a grateful smile, and you figured that was when he would leave. He didn’t. 

He stuck close to you and started asking you questions. 

“I’ve never seen you at one of these parties before, are you new?” 

You shook your head. “My sister, Kate, goes to these parties often. This time she asked me to join her.” 

The guy nodded, looking you up and down once or twice. “You’re very beautiful,” he told you.

You smiled. “Thank you.” 

The guy nodded, taking a step closer to you. 

“How about we get out of here?” he asked, getting a confused look in return. 

“I can’t leave without my sister. She is the one who drove us here,” you explained. 

The guy shook his head, laughing slightly, thinking you were just teasing him. 

“How about we go upstairs, find an empty room,” he suggested. 

“Then we would be alone? The party is down here…?” you replied confused.

“We wouldn’t be alone, we’d be together,” the guy continued, getting slightly irritated. 

“I don’t know you. Besides, we wouldn’t be able to hear the music upstairs,” you reasoned. 

By now, the guy was getting frustrated, grabbing your arm and putting his drink down.

“Are you fucking stupid?! I’m inviting you to come upstairs with me, how hard is that to understand!?” he yelled at you. 

You looked shocked at him, shrinking away into yourself as he yelled at you. 

“Get your hands off my sister, Brad!” you suddenly heard Kate yell. She must’ve come to look for you when you didn’t return with the drinks. 

“Relax Kate, nothing was happening. That freak sister of yours is so goddamn stupid, doesn’t understand a thing-” the guy, Brad, started, before he was rightfully interrupted by a fist to the jaw. 

Kate had punched him. 

After he fell to the ground, cradling his face in his hands, Kate had taken your arm, leading you back to the car. 

“I’m sorry I left you alone, are you alright?” Kate asked after you two were settled in the car.

You nodded, slightly offended at the way that guy had spoken about you. 

“What did he mean?” you asked Kate, who simply shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter. How about ice cream?” she asked, starting the car.

You nodded excitedly, reaching for the radio and putting on a song, humming along the lyrics as the car started driving.

Kate glanced over at you once or twice, glad she had gotten there in time. She may not always be there to protect you, but as long as she could, she would happily punch the living hell out of every person that tried insulting you.

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Kate: I don’t know how to tell you this, Yelena, but you’re in love with me.

Yelena: ... what?

Yelena: ... oh my God, I am.

Natasha: What kind of confession did I just witness?

(Bonus)

Yelena: Shut up, you're in love with Y/N.

Natasha: I'm what?

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Fail-Safe (3)

a/n: hi everyone! i thought it was about time i brought this series back, since i really enjoyed writing for it! been a hot minute lol

tag list: @sunshadesnrainbowz @wandaromamoff69 @tintedrose12 @m-12344 @naslt @hippievanhan34

word count: 2k

prompt: Dreykov always had a back up plan, a fail safe, in case his empire fell. You grew up with Yelena and Natasha in the Red Room. But unlike your sisters, who became an Avenger or the greatest child assassin respectively, Dreykov had a different purpose for you. Now that he was gone, you were released from your cage - to hunt down the ones responsible for the death of the Red Room.

pairing(s): yelena belova x dark!sister!reader; kate bishop x dark!reader (not romantic); antonia dreykov x dark!reader

warning(s)/notes: uhm dreykov is an ass; reader is more tame this time; angst; rushed; not much violence this time; breaking and entering; Antonia has more of a role this time;

Kate felt eyes on her as she woke up. The lights of her apartment were off but the room was illuminated by an open window, allowing the moonlight to filter in. She tried to reach for her phone on the nightstand next to her but found her arms tied down to the headboard of her bed.

"What the hell?"

Kate struggled against the restraints, realizing that she was able to sit up slightly, the rope tightening even more as she pulled herself upwards.

"It's about time, god, how much sleep do you need? It's not like you did anything yesterday." A taunting, slightly accented voice, spoke from in front of her. Kate blinked her eyes rapidly, adjusting to the little light to see who was in her place. When she realized, her eyes widened, fighting against the restraints harder.

You merely waved, your stance slouched, as if you were bored. Kate supposed a mere breaking and entering wasn't what you considered excitement.

"You know, for a supposed superhero, you're such a heavy sleeper Kate Bishop. It was too easy to tie you up," you looked down at your hands as you inspected your nails, lowering your voice to a murmur, "I was expecting a struggle."

"What do you want?" Kate's voice was loud and abrasive compared to how you spoke, causing you to wrinkle your face in faux offense and disgust. You laughed casually, coming to stand up. Kate almost gasped at how similar you sounded to Yelena. Pointing at Kate, you shook your head.

"From you? Nothing, Kate Bishop. You've already played your part," you gestured to her situation in her bed, "Just...stay there."

Kate could tell you were judging as you walked around her apartment, rocking lightly on your heels as you apparently waited. You felt her eyes on you, turning to make eye contact with the young archer. Raising an eyebrow, you inspected Kate Bishop.

Why did your sister care so much about this girl? Sure, she was a talented archer, possibly a potential Avenger when Clint Barton finally truly retired.

Barton.

You broke eye contact, pulling out your phone and opening your messages. You had gotten Yelena's number from Kate's phone (for a girl who inherits a security empire, her password was weak, furthering your disappointment in Kate not being a challenge) and had sent her a picture of the archer before she had woken up. The read recipt sent excitement trilling down your spine.

Soon you could accomplish what Dreykov intrusted you with.

You exited your chat with Yelena and opened the thread of messages from Laura Barton. Apparently, her husband had told her who you were and the memes and coffee recommendations suddenly ended. You weren't ready to admit how you hated the way her last message made your stomach fall.

Using me to get to my husband is sick. Count yourself lucky you didn't go after our children.

Part of you had wanted to laugh when you first read the text. You never wanted Clint Barton, his death would be meaningless in your hunt. You had simply wanted to show Yelena how no one could hide from you. You would accomplic your mission. Another part of you felt offended at the mention of Laura's children. A monster you were, yes, but-

You couldn't finish your thought. It was like static filled your brain until you forgot what you were even thinking about. Turning your phone off, you turned your attention back to Kate, who was just watching you, an unreadable expression on her face. Something clicked in her mind and her eyes lit up. You didn't understand the sudden optimism, as she was the one tied to her bed and you were the one with considerable advantages.

Suddenly, you heard a noise. A slight one, a shift in the air that someone without your training wouldn't notice, but you were quickly standing on the side of Kate's bed. With a flick of your wrist, your widow bites activated, glowing an erie red, casting the color over the side of Kate's face. Kate looked up at you, confused until she saw a figure in her open doorway.

Yelena.

The blonde assassin's face was hard as she glared at her younger sister. You smiled wide in comparison, wiggling your fingers as a hello.

"Сестра! Почему так долго?"

Yelena didn't answer, her eyes trailing from you to Kate, making sure she wasn't injured. You seemed annoyed you didn't have Yelena's attention.

"Oh come on, she's fine! Her blood isn't the blood I want spilled." Your smile became predatory as you flexed your hand slightly, feeling the graviational pulls of the room. The walls creaked as you played with the idea of crumbling the building on itself. All it would take was a snap of your fingers and your mission would be complete. Then-

You didn't know what would happen once you were done.

Yelena sensed your hesitation and pounced. She aimed her bites at you, shocking you with a voltage that should've been fatal. Falling to your knees, you let out a scream as the electricity traveled through the metal in your bones. But soon the shock was over, the pain subsiding as you realized what Yelena had just unwillingly gifted you. Staying in your position, you slumped slightly, waiting as Yelena made her way over to Kate, knife in hand to cut the ropes. You allowed her to cut one arm free before you grabbed her wrist, focusing on the electricity coursing through you. You pulsed it through your sister, sending her flying from the bed, hitting the wall next to the door. You approached her with your arms spread out, making the decision to draw this out. You wanted to enjoy this moment, the moment you quite literally were made for.

"You know, I'm a little sad the fun is over. We barely even got to play the game. But now," you cocked your head to the side, calling on the gravity surrounding your sisters body, slowly starting to push her to the ground, "now it ends."

You almost missed Yelena's smirk and slight nod.

"Yes, now it ends."

Your confusion in her agreement made you pause, an action that would soon prove to be your downfall. Before you could react, strong, armored arms wrapped around you, trapping your arms against you. Panic started to creep in when you realized there was something in your attackers suit keeping you from calling on the gravitonium coursing through your veins. Yelena stood up, brushing off her clothes and grabbing something from her pocket.

"Yelena, wait," Kate's voice sounded behind you, she had broken the other rope holding her down and now stood next to your captor. You fought wildly against the arms around you, but they didn't budge. You craned your neck upwards to see if you could see their face. Shock pooled in your stomach as you recognized Taskmasters mask. Scrunching your brows, you focused all your energy into removing the helmet from Taskmaster's head.

"Ant?" You whispered, foggy memories begging to resurface in your mind.

"I think the years in cryo affected the chemical used to control you guys, the program might be failing." Kate sounded, her words causing your vision to tunnel.

Fail? No, no, that's not possible. That couldn't happen. Failure was not an option, you had to aveng-

"Avenge Dreykov?" The rough voice of Antonia made you realize you had been rambling outloud, noticing the slightly concerned looks of Yelena and Kate, who had come to stand next to your sister. Antonia adjusted her grip on you, turning you to the side and coming to stand in front of you, her gloved hands grasping your forearms in a grip that was sure to bruise.

"Avenge the man who tortured you all those years? Took away your mind? Tore away any chance you had of a family?"

You shook your head rapidly, not even trying to fight back against Antonia, her words sending confusion through your mind. She had to be wrong, you had enjoyed getting the gravitonium, you had laughed, you-

A hand grasped your chin, Yelena's, forcing you to look at her. Except you didn't see the face of your sister, your target. You only saw red.

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Yelena watched as the cure hit your eyes, temporairly turning them red as it absorbed into your system. For a second you could only blink but then you collapsed to the ground, not hitting the floor solely because Antonia caught you. She picked you up in her arms bridal style, concern lacing her features as you trembled, your eyes grey and clouded over.

"Is that supposed to happen?" Kate asked, surprised at the concern she felt for the woman who had decaptitated a woman for fun and crushed a man's throat.

Yelena shook her head but it was Antonia who explained.

"My father rewrote her mind in a different way than the rest of us. Almost similiar to the programming of the Winter Soldier except he changed her memories, making her believe all of her actions were her own choices," Kate watched with curiosity as Antonia brushed your hair from your face as she set you down on the very bed you had tied Kate to, "He violated her mind in a way that will only cause her pain as the cure takes away the chemical he implanted in her."

At those words, you shot up straight, your eyes clearing from grey to their natural color. For a second, all you could do was shake. Then, as the memories flooded in, you started hyperventilating as you roughly brushed your hands against the covers of the bed, desperate to get rid of the phantom blood that stained them.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," you whispered.

You remembered Lana, a widow you had known before Dreykov put you in the cryochamber, you remembered as she begged for her life, her blood staining her floor as you mutilated her body.

That poor barista, oh god why did you do that?

Every victim of yours poured into your mind, accusing you of one thing you used to believe was something to be proud of.

You're a monster, I was only a child

You're a monster, I had just gotten married

You're a monster, that's why I left

The last voice was Natasha, the sister you never got to say goodbye to. Tears flooded your eyes, falling down your face as you sobbed. Yelena pushed Antonia away, much to the laters annoyance, to come to stand in front of you. You grasped Yelena's clothes, burying your face into her, giving yourself a moment to pretend that you had the comfort of your sister. But you had destroyed any chance of that.

"I'm sorry, о боже, нет, I'm sorry."

Yelena cautiously wrapped her arms around you, surprised with how quickly you melted against her.

As you cried, a memory appeared, causing you to lean back away from the hug, eyes wide as you flickered between looking at your sister, Antonia, and Kate.

"I failed." You whispered, your words causing the three women around you to tense but you paid no mind. You continued.

"I'm not the only fail safe. I know too much, they'll be coming for me."

Yelena looked at you like you had grown two more heads.

"Y/N? What does that mean?"

You looked up, avoiding your sister's eyes to meet Antonia's, who slowly seemed to realize what you were saying. When you spoke again, it was like all emotion left you as you processed what was about to happen, the danger you had dragged them into.

"It means the game is about to become one where no one wins. All traces have to be erased."

A crazy idea popped into your head and you looked at Kate.

"How much to you like this place?"

Kate looked confused, shrugging as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Not that much as it's been broken into two too many times- wait, why?"

You pulled yourself away from Antonia, making sure her suit wasn't touching you.

"Because, it'll be harder to hunt us down if we're presumed dead."

In a second, you pulled on the gravity surrounding the room, pulling it inwards until the walls crashed around you, forcfully pushing the four of you out of the wall with the open window.

From below, people watched in horror as Kate's apartment building collapsed and as four figures fell crashing to the ground.

a/n: ok so where'd the plot go? let's pretend like thats not a question for me hehe. ok so, originally i wanted this series to be a way for me to introduce more of my OC's into my fics in an interconnected series of stories. i hope this was ok?? i just really like the idea but i didn't want to write another chapter of y/n loosing her shit until later.

Сестра! Почему так долго? - sister! what took you so long

[unholyhelbig]

Would love some Kate Bishop angst

Title: Past Tense

Ship: Female!Reader x Kate Bishop

Wordcount: 4027

Summary: Kate Bishop returns to her hometown unexpectedly following some bad news. She's shocked when she runs into you and struggles to grapple with her past choices.

Warnings: Funerals, hurt/comfort, drinking, work injury/ burns, spelling mistakes and grammar issues (I'm sure)

[A/n: Hello! Just a little disclaimer, this is probably going to be the last thing I can publish for the rest of the month. I've got a massive work project, I move this coming weekend, and it's my birthday at the end of the month so my time is quite limited. But things will pick up again next month]

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Day had barely broken over the horizon, but the world around you was impossible to ignore. There had been snow the night before, something that everyone believed was too cold to be possible. A thin layer of ice had encrusted each car before the soft, powdery type had built up on windshields and culminated under tires.

Large, wet flakes swirled around you and despite the gloves that clung to your skin, they didn’t do much for the numbness in your fingers as you fumbled with the keys to the coffee shop. Moisture had wicked through the fabric, and you hastily took them off before flicking on the house lights.

It was just past 5am and the usual crowd of early risers were soon to arrive. You made quick work of starting all the machines, the cooling cases and the manual grinder. Your baker had been in earlier, filling the displays with various muffins, baked goods, and sweets. A smooth cinnamon scent filled the air and warmed you all over.

“Son of a bitch!” the muffled exclamation formed a smile against your lips.

MJ was bundled up in a sweatshirt, a flannel, and a heavy winter coat over that. Her boots were caked in dry snow. There was a deep red blush against her nose and her cheeks that accompanied her scowl.

“Language, there are children present.”

“We’re the same age!” Peter protested as he pulled himself through the back door. He was dressed in less layers but sported the same winter complexion. He shook the large flakes of snow from his sweater, mumbling “Son of a bitch.”

It was cold enough to warrant you closing the shop. Most of the schools and the businesses in town had called for a snow day, something that didn’t happen often in Connecticut. Frigid temperatures were expected. Below freezing was a way of life and the world didn’t stop craving warm coffee to thaw them out.

This fact was proven when you flipped the open sign and the typical crowd of tired eyes started to line up at the counter. Peter typically had too much energy, so MJ took up the register while her counterpart flitted around and filled the orders. Most were to-go.

You’d known these people for years. They’d come in with a habit that was unmatched by the weather and the any other obstacles thrown at them. Before you opened up ‘The Grindhouse’ you’d gone to high school with them.

Through all the proms, and the homecomings, and the house parties that left you vomiting in the yard amongst their parents’ flowerbeds. Since then, you’d grown up and couldn’t stomach more than a few shots or two glasses of wine, tops.

They’d grown up too, those who had stuck around town. They had families and businesses much like yours. You had homeroom with the accountant that had helped you hedge your money in the correct places, and you made the same bacon, egg, and cheese English muffin for the star football player that blew out his knee senior year.

“Welcome to Grindhouse,” you said distractedly at the sound of the bell above the door, working on clearing the fallen grounds from under the espresso machine. The rag was damp and the floor was already coated in little brown specs that needed to be swept up during a lull.

“What can I get started for you?” MJ asked in her usual cadence.

“Just a plain black coffee, please.”

Your body froze at the sound of the voice, hair falling into the gaze that you refused to lift. There was a strange mix of emotions in the pit of your stomach. That voice, with it’s familiar rasp was one you hadn’t heard for years. Nearly a decade. But it couldn’t be her, could it?

She’d left for New York right after high school. The last you heard, she’d become a doctor. An unrivaled cardiothoracic surgeon that flitted around the world wherever she was needed. There was no reason for her to be back in this small, freezing, end-of-the-earth town.

“That’ll be 2.25, we have cream and sugar on the far wall, but if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you.”

It was her. It was most definitely her. There was a crispness to her voice that you’d recognize anywhere. The last you remembered; it was whispered with a quickness that rivaled her hands. Her hands were everywhere. They were warm and calloused and gentle.

There was a sudden bubbling heat against the side of your hand. You hissed through your teeth and pulled back from the espresso machine. There was a large bubbling welt on your skin and a string of curses ready at your lips.

“Jesus, y/n are you alright?” Peter was at your side in a moment with a wet, clean cloth that he had run under cold water. “Do you need the burn kit?”

“No, no. I’ll be alright. Thanks Pete”

He was so attentive and clocked you with a worried stare but you reassured him with the squeeze of his shoulder with your good hand. If you were going to fly under the radar before, it would be impossible now.

You glanced over the counter, pressing the cloth even closer. Your suspicions had been confirmed by the tepid gray stare that met yours. Shock simmered behind Kate Bishops gaze, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

Suddenly, you felt dizzy. She looked a bit older in the face, more experienced. There was life there, a form of living that had lowered her shoulders and sealed her lips. The Kate you knew was a bumbling mess- but med school had effectively changed that.

“y/n,” She regarded you.

“Hi, Katie.”

That lopsided, sloppy grin was still the same. It reached her eyes and brightened them. You cradled your hand and reveled in the silence. Peter and MJ had frozen in place, flicking their eyes from you and then back to her.

“Want me to take a look at that hand?”

“What are you doing back in town?”

The two of you spoke at the same time and dissolved into nervous laughter. You shook your head. “I thought you were a surgeon?”

“I know how to treat a burn, y/n, don’t insult me.”

You often prided yourself on your strong will. If you had a weak one, it would have been impossible to build this coffee shop up from the rubble that it once was. Kate Bishop, Doctor Kate Bishop, had a way of melting your resolve.

Peter shoved the small plastic first aide kit into your hands and shoved you forward. There was no choice to hide your stumble other than a confident stride towards her. She led you to one of the tables that spanned the windows at the storefront. They were lined with frost, a biting cold fighting to get its way in.

Kate had about a half-inch on you and radiated a type of warmth that was unmatched. When she grabbed your sleeve and dragged you to a sitting position right across from her, you were practically putty in her hands.

“I’ve been keeping tabs on you.” She spoke without looking at you, unlatching the kit and pulling on the blue latex gloves with practiced ease. She couldn’t see the look of shock on your face. “This place is beautiful. I remember when it was that pizza place.”

“Ah, pizzapocalypse. Who would have thought that a combination shooting range and Italian restaurant would fail?”

Kate chuckled and tenderly pulled your hand closer. Her touch was barely a whisper against your skin, strands of black hair falling into her eyes. She examined the angry red mark. It had already started to blister. The espresso machine was kept at unbelievable levels of heat.

She grabbed one of the wrapped applicators, using her teeth to tear away at the wax paper. Kate squeezed a small dollop of burn cream onto the end. You hated the cloudy clearness of the substance.

“I’ve been keeping tabs on you too, you know?”

“Have you? This might sting a little bit. Do you want a countdown?”

“No, just do it I’m a brave- Fuck!” She’d already started, and you gave her a vicious glare. She shrugged with that infuriatingly perfect grin of hers. “I thought you were in New Zealand for some medical internship.”

“New Hampshire, actually. Not as exciting, I know. It was going well, but Eleanor died.”

There was a tightness to her voice. Typically, you looked away from anything involving wound care. If you were to get a shot, you’d stare at a small spot on the wall that interested you. Drawing blood was more of the same, it was just harder to ignore the needle in your arm.

Kate was working hard at the bandage in her hand and finally pulled it apart. Despite the frustration etched into her features, she applied it with a certain level of care. You didn’t’ say anything. Your hand was throbbing uncomfortably.

“She was old, we knew it was coming and pancreatic cancer, well, it’s a bitch by the end and Susan asked me to fly in for the funeral. How could I say no to that? Flying in for my mothers funeral when I was too busy working to witness her descent?”

“Katie,” You breathed out.

“That should be healed up in a few days. Make sure you change out the bandage.”

You couldn’t’ get a word in edgewise before she started to shove the contents of the case back into their proper places. The chair made a horrible scraping sound that you felt in your teeth. Kate grasped her coffee, colder than it was a few moments ago.

“Thank you for… this. I’m sure it’s delicious.” She had her hand on the door. Her quickness was unmatched. Both in and out of the OR, from what you had read. But she paused, looking at you for a moment. “I’m proud of you, y/n. This place is great. Really.”

Kate had vanished into the whiteness of the blistering day. You watched her navigate the snow with ease. Eleanor had died. How could you live in such a small town and not have heard about the woman’s passing?

The Bishop family was always a private bunch, and with Kate moving right after high school graduation, you hadn’t any reason to go past those wrought iron gates. Kate’s older sister would stop by for a hot drink once every other month or so, but you saw her coming from a mile away and selfishly hid in the back.

Eleanor had died.

There was a softness to her that you remembered fondly, a memory of Kate and you as children in the heat of summer. You’d been stung by a wasp and cried and cried until Eleanor rushed into the yard and scooped you into her arms.

Much like Kate had just done with her soft ministrations, she fixed you right up by applying a mix of warm water and baking soda. An old family remedy, she said. The venom had stopped screaming and the tears eventually stopped for both you and Kate.

Eleanor was a kind, if not private, woman. One that you thought of daily when you clocked the photo of High School Graduation on the dusty bookshelves in your living room. Your own mother hadn’t attended, but Eleanor was right there. She was right there.

“Who’s the girl?” MJ drawled out, leaning heavily on her hands, a goofy look on her face. Peter was next to her, doing the same, both eyebrows raised.

“Kate… She” You picked up the plastic first aide kit. The two of you had a habit of not sitting still and it was better to move to replace the supplies then let them sit out here. Besides, a customer could walk in at any moment. “We were engaged.”

Peter shot up “What?”

“It was a long time ago, it’s not important.”

“You were engaged, I think that’s important. How old are you?”

“First, rude, second; old enough. And really, guys it’s not a big deal. Both of us moved on. Life happened.”

They exchanged a look that, in the past, had never meant anything good. MJ had her arms crossed over her chest and Peter leaned heavily on a broom he had grabbed, hugging it lose to his chest. You rolled your eyes, attempting to ignore them both was impossible in a place this retrospectively small.

“I don’t know, boss. The way she was looking at you… maybe neither of you really moved on.”

“I write your paychecks; you understand that right?” You turned to face them. “Kate and I are done. We have been for a long time. She made that very clear when she gave the ring back and I refuse to push the matter.”

It was collecting dust on your bookshelf next to the photo of your graduation. It was a small emerald, green box that you hadn’t opened since you resituated the diamond ring. It had been stupid to propose, a last-ditch effort to get Kate to stay. She’d said yes. And then she said no.

The baker’s old Subaru wouldn’t start because of the bitter cold. It sounded like an old wife’s tale that made you chuckle to yourself while reading the text that popped across your screen.

Before you had hired him for the long nights, you’d done the baking yourself and it wasn’t a horrible chore. You’d just have to down some caffeine and slam it out; trays filled with mini cakes, with quiches, donuts and cheese tarts. It was like a methodical science project with the bonus of eating the food that didn’t look edible.

It was midnight by the time you’d pulled the first couple trays from the large industrial oven and exhaustion was starting to bay its head. You weighed the option of going home and just spreading out the pastries in the case.

All thoughts of sleep left your mind when a rapid banging filled the store. The front glass doors were being tugged upon. And while you were more than willing to die in this coffee shop, being robbed was not the way you wanted to go. There was less than three hundred dollars in the register.

You grasped at the broom, your hands covered in flower and caked on the bandage that was applied earlier. Another round of bangs as you tried to stay low and reach for the cordless phone. There was a silhouette outlined by the gray white of the snow.

Doctor Kate Bishop.

She’d given up on her breaking and entering and pressed her forehead against the glass, her breath fogging it up. It was hard to tell, but you were sure her eyes were clenched shut. There was a brown paper bag in one hand that looked suspiciously like a large bottle of alcohol.

Your grip was tight on the broom, even as you felt confident, and a little sad, about opening the door. Kate fell forward and a blast of cold enveloped you. She made a small noise at the back of her throat, regaining her posture.

“Were you going to sweep me to death?” Kate asked, “I brought whiskey.”

“Here I thought you weren’t going to come back here with the way you ran out earlier, and now you arrive with gifts?”

It was a low blow, but she had shrugged her shoulders with her goofy grin and snow in her messy hair. “Come drink with me, just for a little bit in our old spot. Don’t make me play the dead mom card.”

Saying no to Kate had always been hard for you. It had been hard when you were children and she dared you to jump from high places, always stopping you by the collar of your shirt before either of you got hurt. And it was especially hard to say no to Kate in your teens when she would kiss hot trails against your throat, marking them with bruises. Not that you were rushing to deny her.

“Really?” You asked, “Aren’t we a little old to be caught sneaking booze in the gym?”

Both of you knew for a fact that the side doors leading into the school would always be open. There were no alarms, or flood lights, because it was a small town and nothing bad ever happens in a small town.

She jutted out her bottom lip into a pout “Y/n, my mom died.”

“Okay, alright. Let me lock up.”

Kate stayed quiet on the three-block walk to the school. It was shrouded in darkness, an inky black despite the swirling gray of the night sky. Your high school had been the largest in the county; two floors filled with classrooms. You’d stuck to the same ones and Kate was the life of the party wherever she went, the bright spot in an otherwise dingy room.

The bottle of alcohol dangled by her side as your footfalls crunched over ice and an ugly brown slush of snow. It felt normal, almost, walking with her. Being with her. Staying in town was a brave choice after being dumped and equivocally left at the alter. You had powered through the looks and the whispered accusations. But some part of you was relieved she’d chosen this interaction to take place in the middle of the night.

When you’d gotten to the double doors of the large gymnasium, Kate’s boot slipped on a particularly nasty spot of ice. Instinctively you grasped her arm and righted her. She thanked you silently before pushing into the warmth of the space. The motion censor lights flicked on and you squinted against them.

“They built a new one, you know? A gym. I think they still use this for craft fairs. Fundraisers. But all the big stuff is off site in this state-of-the-art center.”

Kate blew out a breath, shaking her head. “Remember when Tommy Shepard broke your nose with a basketball?”

“Yeah, I do. I also remember sneezing right after and spraying him in blood. Everyone else was grossed out except for you.”

Kate dropped onto the large eagle in the center of the floor. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, and the bottle was idling between them. You let out a small groan as you joined her. Neither of you had ever been bold enough to inebriate yourselves in the crest. Instead, you’d hide behind the fold-out bleachers that were pushed against the walls, but this would do.

“That stupid EMT wouldn’t let me get on the ambulance with you.” The seal on the bottle cracked viciously, much like your nose, as she unscrewed the cap.

“And I told you I didn’t need to go the hospital. I think I was a liability, though.”

Kate laughed, taking a deep gulp from the bottle. It hit the back of her throat and she hissed in response before thrusting the whiskey your way. You took a smaller sip, let it coat your tongue and burn your stomach.

The mood had stilled, and she took another swallow before setting the bottle between the both of you like a vice or a buffer. You couldn’t decide what.

“Eleanor had very specific instructions in her will. She… shit, she planned her whole funeral out before she died in her morbid meticulousness. She picked white lilies, and a beautiful black casket. She already had a plot of land picked out in her family plot. Music picked out. A fucking guest list.”

You fought the urge to reach out and comfort her. So, you grabbed the bottle instead and gulped down a bigger heaping than before. The amber liquid was dipping down behind the black wrapper.

“The only thing she didn’t do was write her eulogy. No, she left that up to me as one last fuck you because that’s how she operates. She didn’t’ ask Susan to write it, or my dad. She asked me because I’m the one that left home. I’m the one that left her.”

The worst thing you could do was agree with Kate Bishops dead mother. And you didn’t, really. You’d always been happy for Kate. This town was too small for her and the lives that she saved were plentiful. But some selfish part of you understood where Eleanor was coming from.

You were possibly the worst person she could go to with this issue and by the frown on her face, she knew it too. For the longest time, you were there for each other. And if Kate had called out of the blue and asked you to go to New Zealand or New Hampshire, or whatever; you would go.

She’d do the same, you were sure. One call, one letter and she’d be here. But neither of you were brave enough to reach out and heal the wound that festered between you. You pulled your knees up to your chest, rested your chin against them with a quiet breath.

“Maybe you don’t need to write anything. Maybe you can just… say how you feel.”

“Yes, because that has worked out so well for me in the past.”

“Fair point, but she was your mother, not a fling. Even if you don’t have a script planned out, it’s worth just feeling the moment. No matter how shitty that moment is.”

Kate inhaled and held that breath in her chest for a few seconds before pushing it out. Her eyes searched you in a probing way that made your skin prickle. Blush started to claw its way up your throat. You’d blame that on the alcohol, you always were a light weight and it showed in your complexion.

“Is that what you think you were?” her voice was a low and raspy whisper “a fling?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“You never say anything you don’t mean. All you’ve ever done is calculated and well thought out. You’ve always had a plan.” She looked down at the frayed edges of her jeans, playing with the strings to avoid looking at you. “You were my everything.”  

Your voice was a quiet murmur. “Katie,”

She reached out, her warm hand wrapped around your wrist in a tender display of affection. Her eyes met yours and it was the longest the two of you had stared at one another without breaking eye contact. Your stomach was a pit of nerves and heat.

“That scared me when we were young. It fucking scared me out of my mind how content I was with you. I was ready to risk everything, to settle down in a small house and wake up every single morning next to you.” She drew in a sharp and shuddering breath “But we were young, and I hadn’t lived life and that scared me even more.”

“I know, Kate, I know. I shouldn’t have proposed, and I certainly shouldn’t have put either of us in that position. You were right to turn me down. You were right to move on and fight for the future that you deserve.”

Kate sniffed, using her free hand to wipe away the few crystalline tears that dripped across her cheeks. You found yourself pulling her close, letting her sob into the crook of your neck as you held her, your arm wrapped around her center to stabilize her.

Things were boiling over and the tension that had been weighing on her shoulders since she’d first shown up in town started to slowly drain. She missed her mother, she missed you, and that wasn’t something you were willing to process on the crest of the school’s gymnasium.

Kate’s fingers were curled into the fabric of your shirt, and eventually, she settled. Her nose was cold against your pulse point and the bottle of whiskey had been long forgotten. As self-centered as it was, you wished you could hold her forever. Feel her touch on yours for something other than a reminisced sadness.

“If you asked again,” Kate mumbled into the collar of your shirt “If you asked me again, I would say yes.”

“I know, Katie. I know.”

[sycamorelibrary754]

Can I send in an angst kate bishop request please where her sibling gets injured on a mission and ends in comfort?

Thank you :) love your work!

Sister, sister

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Sister! Reader

Summary: As Kate Bishop's younger sister, you have always lived in her shadow. But the time has finally come for your first mission as an Avenger. While Kate wants to protect you, she must learn that she can't do that forever. What will happen when your sisterly bond begins to crack, and the mission takes a turn for the worse?

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of injury and blood.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: My first request for Kate! I hope this is what you had in mind anon. This was so fun to write!

“Come on, Y/N! Focus!" Clint shouted, his voice cutting through the air as he stood beside your older sister, Kate, watching intently from outside the ring. 

Sparring with Natasha was a full-on battle, but you were determined to succeed in this rite of passage and prove that you were ready for your first mission. Like Kate, you were immersed in athletics growing up. But, instead of wielding a bow and arrow, you felt a pull toward the Dojo. Your shelves proudly displayed a remarkable collection of karate trophies—gleaming symbols of your hard work and dedication—that could easily compete with Kate’s impressive archery accolades. You earned your Black Belt shortly before turning twenty-one, a testament to the countless hours spent mastering the art of karate.

In a surge of adrenaline, you launched into a flurry of kick and punch combinations, each strike calculated and electrifying. Your fists were a blur, finding their mark with incredible precision. With a swift block, Natasha pivoted and unleashed a roundhouse kick that slammed into your ribs, knocking your breath out. Gritting your teeth, you quickly regained your footing, channeling your focus as you countered with a jumping spinning crescent kick. In an instant, The Black Widow was sprawled out on the mat, the surprise of your move momentarily flashing in her eyes.

“Well done, Bishop,” Nat winced as you helped her to her feet.

You stepped back into the corner of the ring, the cool towel against your forehead providing instant relief as you took a long sip of water. In front of you, Nat leaned casually against the ropes, chatting with Clint and Kate.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Clint asked, a hint of skepticism lacing his tone.

“She’s ready,” Natasha asserted, her confidence unwavering.

“Really? Are you absolutely, positively sure? I mean, don’t you think she could use more HIIT training, maybe some extra sparring sessions—” Kate rambled.

“Kate,” Natasha cut in, her hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder. “Y/N is ready. Trust me.”

“Let’s be real here. She’s already more prepared than you were when you joined,” Clint said, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey! My situation was completely different! The Track Suit Mafia attacked me out of nowhere!” Kate shot back, her cheeks flushing with indignation.

“Right, right. After you put on my Ronin suit first, and you had zero professional training to back it up,” Clint retorted, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“Technicality,” the young archer grumbled.

You adjusted your workout top to avoid intruding on three Avengers conversing, even if one of them was your sister. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they called you over.

Natasha looked at you with her trademark poker face, her hands resting behind her back. “Congratulations, Bishop. You’ve passed the probationary training. Deputy Director Hill will contact you within 48 hours with your first mission. You're officially an Avenger.”

“Are you serious right now? Oh my God, thank you!” you shouted, excitement coursing through you as you wrapped your arms around the redhead in pure joy.

Kate’s eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively waved her hands, shaking her head furiously. Realizing your mistake, you quickly pulled away from The Black Widow.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you stammered, noticing a few strands of her hair had escaped her ponytail. You instinctively reached out to fix it, as Nat’s expression remained stoic.

Clint rubbed a hand down his face, a mix of admiration and exasperation in his eyes. “Why don't you hit the showers now, Y/N?”

“Right!" You replied as you climbed out of the ring. You gave Clint a quick peck on the cheek and Kate a high-five before running out of the gym. 

In your rush to leave, you completely missed the worried expression across your sister's face.

*^~^*

"You need to relax, Kate Bishop," Yelena said, slowly stirring a bubbling pot of Mac and Cheese on the compound kitchen stove.

Perched on the kitchen island, Kate murmured, “She’s my sister. All I want to do is keep her safe.”

Yelena raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with teasing and seriousness. “If she weren't ready, MY sister wouldn’t have passed her.”

Kate nodded slowly, her chin resting on her forearms as she considered Yelena's words. “That makes sense, I suppose,” she admitted, her uncertainty lingering. “It’s just that we’re all each other has left.”

Yelena offered the archer a warm, empathetic smile. “Here, eat something,” the blonde said, sliding a steaming bowl of macaroni and cheese across the counter as she settled in across from Kate. “The bottom line is simple: Y/N has done the work and aced her training with flying colors. You’ve got to shift your perspective. Stop seeing her as your little sister who needs protecting, and start recognizing her as she is now—a full-fledged Avenger who could karate kick your ass into next week.”

Kate couldn't help but smile softly as memories washed over her. You supported each other through your numerous archery and karate competitions. Those moments stood out even more against your parents’ constant struggles, whether their arguments about money or their focus on schmoozing Bishop Security clients. Amid it all, you were each other's anchors, offering comfort and understanding when the world around you felt chaotic.

“Thank you, Yelena. Your words were helpful,” Kate said gratefully.

“Of course, they were. I’m a very helpful person. Now eat your macaroni before it gets cold.” Yelena insisted. 

*^~^*

The following day dawned crisp and bright, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves in the nearby trees. Kate stood on the archery course, a place she had eagerly convinced Tony to construct just for her, determined as she nocked another arrow onto the string. The vibrant colors of the fletching danced in the sunlight as she focused intently on her target, a bullseye set at a distance that challenged even the most skilled archers. 

She drew the bowstring back with practiced precision, feeling the familiar tension build in her muscles. As she released the arrow, it soared through the air with a whisper, striking the target with a satisfying thud. Her marksmanship was exceptional, though she knew well that Hawkeye only rivaled it. As usual, he had conveniently found an excuse to avoid training with her this cold Sunday morning. He had made a fuss about his hearing aid being on the fritz, a plausible excuse that always seemed to emerge when the weather turned chilly. 

Even after her heart-to-heart with Yelena, Kate couldn’t quite shake the anxiety that twisted in her stomach at the thought of you taking on the mantle of an Avenger. Still, she refused to let it get the better of her. Determined, she stepped up to the archery line, drew back her bowstring, and lined up another shot. 

"Kit Kat!" you shouted, echoing through the clearing. 

Caught off guard, the archer let out a surprised yelp, sending the arrow soaring into the sky. It arced gracefully before plunging into the shadows at the forest's edge, a soft thud marking its landing among the trees.

As Kate turned around, she shot you a glance so flat and unimpressed it could’ve turned stone to dust.

“I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, breathless with excitement. “But, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I just came from my meeting with Deputy Director Hill. My first mission is tomorrow! Me, Natasha, and Wanda—talk about girl power.” You couldn’t help but grin as you held up your briefing packet.

Kate nervously rubbed the back of her neck. “Right, girl power.” She agreed hesitantly, her excitement tempered by concern. “Look, Y/N. I don’t want to be patronizing, but are you sure you’re ready?”

Your brow furrowed at your sister’s words. “What do you mean?”

Kate sighed, putting down her bow. “I mean, a real mission in the field is a whole different ballgame than hitting the gym.”

“I crushed my training, Kate! You saw it yourself—Natasha said I was ready. Hell, even Clint thought I was good to go!” you shot back, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

She let out a heavy sigh, her eyes softening. “I’m just saying it would ease my mind if you took a little more time to prepare.”

You couldn't hold back the exasperation. “What have I been doing for the last two years? Learning to make balloon animals?” 

“Hey, don’t lose your cool,” Kate warned. “I just want what's best for you, Y/N.”

“This isn’t about you, Kate! Seriously, this is so typical of you,” you snapped, turning to leave. 

But your sister wasn’t having it. She tightened her grip on your arm, pulling you back. “Wait a minute. What does that even mean?”

“When Dad passed away, you started hovering over me because Mom was too busy to give a shit. When she ended up in jail, it felt like everything shifted. Suddenly, it was no longer about our needs but what you wanted.”

“I’m just trying to protect you, Y/N!” Kate's voice echoed with desperation.

“Wake up, Kate! I don’t need your protection—I need you to step aside and let me live my own life!” you shot back, your frustration boiling over. 

The tension crackled between you, each word ringing with the weight of unspoken truths.

“Then what the hell are you even doing here, Y/N? You're not living your life; you're living mine. It’s pathetic!” Kate shouted.

The moment Kate uttered those words, a wave of regret washed over her, and she desperately wished she could rewind time and take them back. She watched as your expression transformed, the light in your eyes dimming and your lips pressing into a tight line—a look of disappointment and hurt that struck her like a lightning bolt. It was a face she had never encountered before that spoke volumes about the pain her words had caused. The silence that followed felt unbearable. You turned and walked away without saying another word.

*^~^*

Kate lay in bed, the sheets twisted around her restless legs as she tossed and turned, haunted by the weight of her words. Guilt gnawed at her insides like an insistent tide, refusing to ebb. She texted you before bed, but your lack of response was deafening and left her feeling even worse. 

As dawn broke, she sprang out of bed. She hurriedly dressed, her heart pounding with anxiety and hope as she ran outside. Her breath caught in her throat when she finally reached the landing pad. There you were, standing a short distance away, the morning light casting a warm glow around you. It was the first time Kate had seen you in your new Avengers suit. The design was sleek and streamlined, hugging your body with a predominantly blue and gold color scheme that exuded power and sophistication. The garment was meticulously segmented, each section allowing maximum flexibility, essential for agile movements. 

As she looked closer, she noticed the intricate patterns of visible circuitry that ran along your limbs, pulsating softly with a faint blue glow. The micro-thrusters were another striking feature, strategically placed to provide enhanced mobility and quick bursts of speed. When you flexed your arms, the retractable energy gauntlets shimmered to life. It had Tony Stark’s fingerprints all over it.

Natasha spotted Kate first and strode over to her, her eyes narrowing as she caught the brunette’s distracted gaze. You were conversing with Wanda when Nat crossed her arms and pointedly looked at Kate. 

“I knew you’d show up,” Natasha remarked, trying to sound casual but failing to mask her seriousness. “It took all night for me to pry out what went down between you two yesterday from Y/N.”

Kate opened her mouth to respond, but Nat quickly raised her hand to interrupt. “Listen, your sibling relationship with Y/N is your affair, but sowing doubt in her mind right before a mission? That’s my business because it jeopardizes her and the whole team.”

“I know; I’m sorry,” Kate said, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked down.

Natasha sighed, the conflict evident on her face. “The Black Widow wants to be furious, but as an older sister, I get it. When I found Yelena, all I wanted to do was keep her safe—something I didn’t manage to do when we were younger.”

The brunette caught the empathetic smile on Natasha’s face. With a nod, she stepped aside, granting Kate the space to approach you. 

You noticed your sister approaching from behind in the shimmering reflection of the Quinjet windows. 

“What do you want, Katherine?” you asked, a hint of pettiness in your tone. You knew that using her full name always ruffled her feathers. “I’m a bit busy here.”

Kate let out an exasperated sigh. “I wanted to,” she hesitated, searching for the right words, “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. It was unfair of me to say you weren’t ready for missions.”

“Yes, it was,” you said matter-of-factly.

“Be gracious,” Wanda said with a fake cough, her eyes lingering on the mission file in her hands as if it were the most captivating thing in the world.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m not ready to forgive you just yet,” you shot back, gripping your duffel bag tightly. “I understand why you did what you did, but I can handle myself just fine.” With that, you took a determined stride up the ramp of the Quinjet, the engines humming softly in the background.

"Okay, that wasn’t the most gracious response,” Wanda remarked. “Don’t worry, Kate. She’ll come around,” she assured, gently resting a hand on the archer’s shoulder.

“I hope so,” Kate murmured

“Just give her some time,” Natasha reassured gently. “We’ll be back tomorrow.”

Kate nodded somberly, her expression filled with sadness and acceptance. She went inside, unable to watch as the Quinjet's engines roared to life, the aircraft began to lift off the ground, and the engines' roar faded into the distance.

*^~^*

“I can’t believe I was so stupid.” Kate reflected, her thoughts swirling as she sat upside down in the chair, her legs propped in the air. Her head dangling near the ground, hair spilling around her like a dark halo. She stared at the ceiling, lost in her mind. “Y/N has dedicated just as much time and effort to training as I have, and she’s a Black belt, for God’s sake. Who am I to decide she isn’t ready for this? It just doesn’t make sense, does it?”

Lucky tilted his head to the side, a puzzled look crossing his expressive face as he tried to understand Kate's words. After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to dismiss the confusion entirely and, with a playful spark in his eye, began to lick her face affectionately. 

“Thanks for the support,” Kate said with a smirk as she sat right side up. 

That night, the brunette went to bed with the same uneasy feeling in her stomach that she had woken up with. Until the room's stillness was suddenly shattered by a frantic barrage of knocks on her door, jolting her from her restless sleep and pulling her back to the present.

“Who is it?” Kate asked, her voice shaking with a mixture of nervousness and sleep.

“It’s Ms. Belova. Shall I let her in?” FRIDAY replied.

“Yes, please,” Kate managed to say, though a knot tightened in her stomach.

In an instant, Yelena stormed into the bedroom, flicking on the light with a flair that left Kate squinting against the sudden brightness. Blinking rapidly, she glanced at the nightstand, where the clock ominously read 2:27 AM.

“What’s happening?” the brunette asked, her voice thick with confusion.

“Get up now,” Yelena commanded urgently, yanking the covers away from the archer. “The mission went south.”

“Went south? What does that even mean?” Kate stammered, still dazed as she tried to process the words.

Yelena met Kate’s gaze, her expression grave. “They’re rushing Y/N to the Med Bay.”

Kate felt a disorienting blankness wash over her as those words echoed in her mind. It was as if time had folded in on itself, and she was abruptly transported to the sterile, brightly lit Med Bay. She couldn't recall getting dressed or even how she'd arrived, her memory shrouded in a heavy fog.

Just as she pieced together her surroundings, a stretcher barreled through the swinging doors, causing her heart to lurch. There, lying motionless, was your bloodied body, a sight that froze her in place. Panic surged through her as Dr. Cho's urgent voice pierced the air, calling for immediate assistance. 

Natasha and Wanda flanked the stretcher, their faces marred with cuts and bruises, evidence of the battle they'd just endured. Natasha’s usually fierce expression was clouded with worry, while Wanda's eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“What happened?” Yelena’s voice trembled as she rushed to Nat’s side, fear etched across her face.  

“Bad intel,” Nat gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts. “Hydra was lying in wait. We were completely outmanned. Y/N… Y/N jumped in front of Wanda just as one of them pulled a gun from behind.” 

Kate’s heart raced as she sprinted towards the double doors, desperate to follow your stretcher. But a nurse blocked her path, arms crossed firmly. “You can’t go in there, Ms. Bishop,” she insisted. 

“Like hell, I can’t! That's my sister!” Kate shouted, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. 

Yelena quickly wrapped her arms around the archer, steadying her as her legs gave out. “You need to stay strong,” she whispered, fighting back her emotions.

The nurse sighed, her expression softening. “We’re going to do everything we can,” she promised before rushing into the Operating Room.

Yelena guided Kate to a nearby chair as the rest of the team began to trickle in. Clint moved to Natasha, concern etched on his face, but she waved him off, dismissing his worry. Kate was hunched over, her head buried in her hands, her knees shaking nervously.

“Hey, kid,” Clint said softly, kneeling before his protege.

Slowly, Kate lowered her hands, revealing tear-streaked cheeks that glistened in the overhead light.

“It’s going to be okay. Y/N is a fighter,” Clint reassured her, his voice steady and calm.

As he wrapped her in a warm embrace, Kate sniffled and wiped her tears away. “I just knew she wasn’t ready,” she whispered, vulnerability spilling alongside her exhaustion.

“No," Wanda’s voice rang out, piercing the tense atmosphere in the room. "Y/N was ready. She was nothing short of brilliant out there."

Nat nodded, her expression serious. "Absolutely. She single-handedly took down eight Hydra agents. It was incredible."

Wanda’s eyes glistened with tears as she continued, "She saved my life... without a second thought."

*^~^*

As the hours dragged on with no word on your condition, silence enveloped the waiting room, punctuated only by the occasional shuffle of feet and murmurs of hushed conversations. The atmosphere was tense, and everyone did their best to cope with the uncertainty. With his steadfast optimism, Steve tried to lift the mood, hoping to bring a smile to weary faces. Tony immersed himself in his work, methodically sketching out intricate designs for new weapon upgrades, and the rhythmic sound of his pencil scratching against paper was a symphony of focused determination.

Maria, unable to remain still, paced anxiously, her voice rising and falling as she spoke urgently into her phone, updating Fury. The tension in her shoulders revealed her struggle to maintain composure. Natasha sat nearby, her pen swiftly moving across the pages of her mission report, a deliberate distraction from the anxiety clawing at her insides. The tedious paperwork was a fragile shield, keeping her thoughts from spiraling into chaos. Wanda seemed adrift in a sea of her thoughts, grappling with the guilt of your sacrifice. 

Meanwhile, Kate's gaze was locked onto the OR doors, her heart racing with every passing moment. She clutched Clint’s hand tightly, silently begging someone to emerge from behind those sterile doors with good news. Each second felt like an eternity, and with every tick of the clock, her hope hung by a thread, praying that she would hear the words she so desperately needed to hear: that you would be okay.

Finally, as the moonlight streaming through the windows began to fade to early morning, Dr. Cho stepped into the waiting room, drawing the attention of everyone present. “Ms. Bishop?” 

Kate rose slowly from her seat, her heart racing as she struggled to read the doctor’s expression, which held the weight of the room’s anxious eyes.

“Y/N is in serious but stable condition,” Dr. Cho began, her voice steady yet solemn. “She sustained two gunshot wounds—one in the thigh and the other in the chest. She lost a significant amount of blood, but she was fortunate; the first shot narrowly missed the femoral artery, and the second was a through-and-through.” 

“Thank God,” Clint breathed, relief washing over him.

Kate exhaled slowly. “May I see her?” she asked, her voice trembling as she brushed a tear away from her cheek.

Dr. Cho nodded gently. “Yes, she’s still asleep, but you may sit with her if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Dr. Cho,” Kate said, her voice tinged with appreciation as she turned to face the rest of the team. 

“Take your time, Kate. We’ll be right here,” Steve encouraged.

As Kate approached your room, she took a deep breath, her hand hovering over the door handle for a moment, gathering her courage. When she finally pushed the door open, the sight before she stole her breath away. Tears brimmed in her eyes again as she took in the scene: there you were, fragile yet fighting. A nasal cannula rested gently against your pale skin, and the stark white of your hospital gown was marred with bandages, hints of dried blood peeking through around your chest and left leg—reminders of the bullet wounds that had brought you here.

Your sister settled into the chair beside your bedside. Tentatively, she reached out, her hand hovering above yours, afraid that even the slightest touch might shatter you even more. Finally, she gently wrapped her fingers around yours, carefully avoiding the maze of wires and the IV that connected you to the machines around you. With a sigh, Kate rested her head on the cool edge of your bed, her breath syncing with the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. She closed her eyes and drifted away as the soft beeps filled the room.

Twenty minutes later, you groaned as consciousness began to creep back in, the bright hospital lights stabbing at your senses. Pain coursed through you, a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. As the memories washed over you—leaping in front of Wanda, shielding her from the Hydra agent's relentless gunfire in that not-so-abandoned base. 

You glanced down and felt a warm, familiar grip in your hand. Turning slowly, you found your older sister, her face soft in sleep, resting beside your bed. Seeing her grounded you in the moment as you held onto her hand.

Your throat felt as dry as sandpaper, but you managed to croak, “Kate… Kate.”

The brunette stirred groggily, her eyes widening in shock as she caught sight of your open gaze. With a sudden burst of energy, she shot up, her expression a blend of relief and concern. 

“Oh my God, you’re awake!” Kate exclaimed, her voice a mix of joy and disbelief. She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and leaned closer, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her eyes searching yours for answers.

You whined as the sharp pain surged back, forcing a rasp from your lips. “Like I got shot,” you replied, the words barely making it out. “Twice.”

“Hey, Y/N, listen to me,” your sister said, her voice steady and reassuring. “You’re going to be okay, I promise. We’ll get through this together.”

Your lip trembled, and you felt hot tears pooling in your eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” Kate scanned your body, searching for the source of your pain. “Do you want me to call Dr. Cho?”

“No,” you replied quickly, your voice shaky. “It’s not that... I just—” You hesitated mid-sentence, a wave of pain crashing over you. “I’m so sorry, Kate. I know you were only trying to protect me.”

“Let’s not do this right now, Y/N,” she urged, her tone gentle as she attempted to steady you.

“No, please,” you pressed, determination overcoming your distress. “I shouldn’t have acted like a jerk when you were just trying to apologize.”

“It’s my fault, too; I shouldn’t have said you weren't ready,” Kate admitted, her gaze softening.

“Well, guess what? You were right,” you replied, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I failed.”

Kate’s expression shifted to one of disbelief. “What? No, Y/N! You didn’t fail. Nat and Wanda both said you were brilliant out there.

Panic surged again, as you remembered. “Wanda— is she okay?”

“She’s perfectly fine,” Kate assured you, a reassuring smile on her face. “You saved her life.”

“Thank God,” you said, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

Then, if on cue, with a grace that was unmistakably Wanda, she stepped into the room and wrapped her arms around you in a gentle embrace. The warmth of her body was comforting, but you couldn’t help wincing at the pain that shot through you as you returned her hug. Despite that discomfort, you held her close.

“Thank you, Y/N. I won’t forget this,” Wanda whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“You did good, Y/N,” Nat said, leaning on the door frame. Her voice was steady, and her lips curled into a small, proud smile.

“I just did what I was trained to do,” you declared, your voice steady but laced with uncertainty.

Kate met your gaze, her expression firm and unwavering. “You did what any true Avenger would do,” she corrected.

"I learned from the best," you said with heartfelt appreciation, grasping your sister's hand tightly. "You’ve always been my greatest teacher.”

[doudouneverte]

No Petname

a/n: i didn't want to not post anything this week so i write a little thing.

*not my GIF* (she's badass like this.Marvel bring us back our queen!!)

Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova x Sister!Reader; Kate Bishop x Little!Widow

summary: (i watched a lot of couple video on youtube) R prank her girlfriend because she's bored

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: ~1257

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The recent week was boring in the tower; you couldn't go on a mission because you got hurt on your last mission, so after an hour on your phone, you think about something. Ten minutes later, you were in Yelena's bedroom.

"So, you want to prank your girlfriend because you're bored?" your sister asked, and you nodded. "Let's go I'm in." she said. That's why you liked Yelena; she was always ready to prank anyone, and even if she liked Kate, the brunette was clearly her favorite target. "So, what did you plan?" she asked, and you smirked.

"She should come back tonight with Clint. We don't have time to set up a big thing, so I'll try to upset her by calling her by her full name." you said, and the blonde frowned her eyebrow. "She doesn’t like when someone calls her Katherine; we will see how long she could handle this." you explained, and your sister smirked. She didn't think about something so obvious.

Later this day, you were with Yelena on the couch, watching a movie with the other Avengers in the tower, when Friday told you that Kate, your girlfriend, was back from her mission with Clint. When she came in the living room, she greeted everyone and made her way next to you.

"Hey babe, I miss you." she said before she kissed your cheek. You kissed her back, and when she started to feel at home, you shocked her.

"Hey Kate, how was your mission?" you asked her, and she frowned her eyebrow. You have stopped calling her Kate since you started dating.

"Uh, well. It was more easy than they thought." she replied. Nobody said anything more, and you just finished the movie. It was still early, so Sam decided to watch another movie, and you all agreed. But before that, you wanted some snacks, so you stood up, but you didn't miss asking your girlfriend if she wanted something.

"Katherine I will grab snacks; do you want something?" you asked, and all the noises instantly disappeared. You didn't see it, but the guys started to feel uncomfortable, but Yelena and Tony smirked.

"Uh. Just a soda, thanks." she replied, and you nodded before leaving, and your blonde sister followed you. When you were in the kitchen, your girlfriend looked at Natasha. "Did I do something to her?" she asked, and your older sister was also surprised.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." the redhead said.

In the kitchen, you were packing some snacks with the help of Yelena, but she couldn't help but laugh. "You should see her face." she said, and you smirked.

"Okay, it was funny, but I don't like to see her like that." you said. "I'll make up tonight." you added, and the Russian nodded. You quickly returned to the living room and took your seat next to your favorite black-haired person after you placed the snacks on the coffee table. "And a soda for my Katherine." you said, holding her soda can. The rest of the night went well. Kate thought you just had a bad day, but tomorrow you'll be right, no?

Unfortunately, no. When she woke up, you were running your hand through her hair. "I just woke up, and you want to make me sleep again." she joked, and you smiled. You gently kissed her, and she smiled like a teenager. She loved it when you kissed her; that meant a lot to you because of your past, but the morning kiss was her favorite. There was no one there, just you two.

"Good morning, Katherine." you whispered with a strong morning accent, and you almost laughed when she frowned her eyebrows. She wanted to talk, but she was interrupted by knocks on the door.

"Y/n, I need a new partner for this morning!!" Yelena yelled.

"Duty call," you said, and after 30 minutes, you were out with your sister. Kate started to be pissed off, and you didn't really calm her down because you called her 'Katherine' during the entire week. The next Monday, she started to feel overwhelmed. She was in the kitchen with your two sisters when you showed up, you kissed her cheek like always, and you greeted your sisters. You ate some of Yelena's mac and cheese, and you decide to ask a favor to your girlfriend. "Katherine, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you asked with your puppy's eyes, but she just glared at you.

"It's not the right name," she mumbled, and you knew she was angry, but you didn't want to end this now.

"The last time I checked, you were Katherine Bishop. So, Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you repeated, and she smacked her hand on the kitchen counter.

"Who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked, visibly pissed off.

"It's yo-" you tried to say, but you were cut off.

"No, it's not me. Katherine Bishop is gone!" she said loudly, and Yelena used all her strength to suppress her laughs. "For everyone, it's Kate! For Yelena, it's Kate Bishop! For Nat, it's little hawk! For Alexei, it's Little American. For Melina, it's Y/n's girlfriend! But for you, Y/n Vostokoff, it's Katie, babe, baby, moya lyubov'(my love), hot stuff, printsessa(princess), milaya devushka(cutie girl), moya zhena(my wife) or the future mother of my children!" she exclaimed. "So, I repeat myself, who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked.

The kitchen was silent for a moment. It was really not her thing to raise her voice to you, she was always so lovely and caring. "Wow, Y/n you mess up." Nat said, and Yelena finally laughed. Their voices brought you back.

You quickly stood up and gave your girlfriend a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Katie baby; it was just a prank." you explained, and you chuckled. "If I knew you would be so upset, I would do that earlier." you joked, and she slammed your arm before escaping from your grip.

"I thought you were upset with me, dipshit." she said, and you gasped.

"Kate Bishop, my future sister-in-law, how you called her." Yelena said, and you chuckled.

"I'm sorry." you repeated. "I love you, moya lyubov'." You kissed her and melted when your lips connected with hers. "How could you forgive me?"

"Cuddle with me" she said immediately. "And you'll come with me to Lucky's walk later." she added, and you nodded.

A few hours later, you were in Central Park for Lucky's walk, your finger intertwined with Kate's. She was talking about her week, and something came to your mind, you stopped, and she looked confused.

"Did you mean it?" you asked, and when she showed you, she didn't understand what you were talking about, so you explained. "About being the mother of my children."

She smirked, "I don't mind, but before we have to do something." she said, and you smiled.

You spent the rest of the walk smiling to yourself. This night Kate was fast asleep on your chest, and you just ran your hand through her hair. You were thinking about everything, and you finally thought about something, or more precisely, someone. You looked at the sleeping girl and smiled. Yeah, one day she'll be your wife.

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[flkwh0re]

Try it, Bite it, Lick it, Spit it

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Strap-on usage (R receiving), Brief fingering, Degradation, Praise, Use of the word slut, Mirror sex, Hair pulling/gripping, Sex in a public bathroom (gross Natasha 😕), Overstimulation (R receiving), Oral (R receiving)

Word Count: 1.1k

Authors Note: Didn’t really have much going to this fic, I just wanted to make a fic with this title. (Stream Guess by Charli xcx and Billie Eilish 😚)

The loud music that blared through club felt like it shook your core. It was so loud you couldn't even hear your own thoughts, which was a total lie. You just couldn't think because of the gorgeous red head that had showed up with Yelena.

Yelena was your best friend, along side her girlfriend Kate Bishop. You'd known Yelena since your first day of college, she was your roommate at the time. You did everything with her and basically knew everyone she did, but not this woman.

"Y/n, come here!" Yelena yelled to you, the thick Russian accent being the only reason you were able to hear her. "I want you to meet my sister, Natasha. Natasha this is Y/n." You weren't sure how you should greet such a beautiful woman, so you stupidly stuck your hand out for a handshake.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/n." The woman said with very captivating grin on her lips. "Like wise, Natasha." The use of her full name caused her to cringe a little, "Just Nat." You awkwardly smile and nod.

The night moved very slowly, mostly due to your soberness, but also the countless men that would hit on Natasha ruining your small talk. "Let me buy you a drink, help you enjoy yourself a little." Natasha suggested. "I've gotta be able to get home, last time I trusted Yelena getting me home we spent half the night on the streets trying to figure out the gps." A grin creeped on Natasha's face at your jab directed at her sister.

"I can get you home sweetheart, it's no big deal." You were saved by the dim lights of the corner you and Natasha were in, you were sure your face was scarlet red. "Fine." Following your agreement, drink after drink kept coming, and now Natasha's and yours conversation flowed like you'd known each other for years.

"C'mon Nat, dance with me." You pleaded with the older woman, tugging on the sleeve of her jacket. Eventually you dragged her onto the floor, pushing through the swarm of bodies. Her front pressed flush against your back, as you swayed to the music. Her hands possessively held onto your hips, almost as if she were afraid you'd get away from her to go dance with some helpless drunk.

Your body felt like putty in Natasha arms, the arms that were moving up and down your body as her hands gripped and groped at your curves. Her hot breath fanned on the back of your neck, her soft lips occasionally brushing the sensitive skin. "Come with me."

Your hand linked with Natasha's as you two walked off to what you assumed was to the bathroom. You were never one for a hookup, especially in a club bathroom, but Nat made you want to and so you did. Your back collided with the door as soon as it shut, Natasha briefly fumbling with the lock before her lips hungrily connected with yours.

Her tongue laced with yours, as your lips molded together. Your mouths so connected that your moans didn't escape her mouth, but rather she swallowed them. "Fuck you're so hot, I wish Yelena brought you around." Natasha leaned back to admire your current state. Your hair pushed around, clothes slightly wrinkled, your gradually weakening legs as Natasha worked you up.

Her lips returned on yours, and her fingers found new ground on the clasp of your jeans. She tugged it apart and slipped her hand past the lacy material of your soaked panties. "Fuck pretty girl, you're so wet." She rasped, eliciting a pitiful whimper from you. "All for you." You could barely muster the words.

Natasha's rough fingers rubbed your clit just the right way, almost too good for you to bear. "F-fuck Nat! Feels s'good." You managed out the words that felt caged in your throat, and you could tell she knew you were struggling by the small laugh that came from her.

"You like that, hm? Wanna see how much you like this?" She took your hand rubbing it against her crotch, the feeling of silicone begging for release rubbed against your hand. You groaned loudly just from thinking about her fucking you with it. "I think you're wet enough, turn around." Natasha demanded, and you obeyed.

Natasha tugged down your jeans, along with her own. She slid the toy into you with ease and a little force, which caused your front to be flush against the sink. Natasha's hands roughly gripped your hips, yours holding onto whatever you could grab. "Fuck you're so tight, I wish I could feel you. I bet you feel so good." Her filthy words making you moan, so loud that she covered your mouth.

Her hips slapped against yours so rapidly it was almost painful, but the pleasure of the toy rubbing against your deepest parts made all that pain unrecognizable. "You're doing so good for me Y/n, being such a good girl."

Your hair was tugged and balled up into Natasha's hand in a matter of seconds, as she forced you to look in the mirror. "Watch yourself get fucked by me you slut, fucked by your best friends sister. By a woman you just met." The harsh, degrading and words that left her lips made you even more turned on.

"Nat, 'm close. 'M gonna cum, Please!" You begged. "Yea, gonna cum on my cock? Go on then, cum for me." And you did, Natasha made you see stars as she mercilessly fucked you through your orgasm.

Before you knew it she had you sitting on the counter, your jeans completely discarded somewhere. Her head between your thighs as she ate you out. You were too sensitive to take it, but to fucked out to use your words to beg her to stop. Your second orgasm nearing and all you could manage was a little whimper, "C'mon use your words, you got this baby. You're doing so good for me, you can do it." She praised.

"Please, I need- I can't take it!" Her pace quickened, it was so painful but you needed release so bad. "Nat, 'm cuming!"

"You did so good, let me help you clean up and I'll take you home okay?" You nodded, "But what about Yelena?" You asked as Natasha helped support your body, so you could redress. "I'll text her, don't worry your pretty little head." She said as a placed a little kiss on your forehead.

That night wasn't the end of you and Natasha. Eventually after a few hook ups she asked to take you on a date, which went so well it turned into multiple dates, then you were officially together.

MASTERLIST

[angelofthenight01]

The witch's secret

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

genre: fluff  ||     warnings: none

Summary: You're best friends with Pietro and Wanda is avoiding you as much as possible.  Little do you know that the reason is that the witch is falling in love with you.

The stale, recycled air of the Avengers training room hits you like a damp rag as you step inside. You wipe the sweat from your brow with the corner of your shirt, already feeling the familiar ache in your muscles. It’s been a long morning, dodging energy blasts and deflecting vibranium projectiles, all courtesy of your best friend, Pietro. He’s leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips as he examines his nails like some haughty prince.

"Took you long enough," he crows, pushing himself off the wall and stretching his arms high above his head. "I was starting to think you’d finally given up on keeping up with my god-like speed."

You roll your eyes, already used to his theatrics. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Quicksilver. Some of us need sleep." You grab your water bottle, taking a long swig. You’ve known Pietro since… well, since forever. You met at one of those weird, half-way houses run by the government when you were kids. You’d bonded over shared experiences and the inability to understand why everyone was so obsessed with being “normal”. You’d been inseparable ever since. And, naturally, that meant you’d gotten to know his twin sister, Wanda, very well too.

She’s… different. A chaotic storm wrapped up in a quiet demeanor. She’s a puzzle you’d gladly spend a lifetime trying to solve. However, lately, solving her has been like trying to catch smoke with a butterfly net. She’s been avoiding you, and not in a mild, subtle way. This is avoidance of Olympic proportions. If you’re in the kitchen, she’s suddenly urgently needed in the library. If you’re on the training floor, she’s busy meditating on the roof. It’s as if you’ve suddenly become radioactive.

"So," Pietro says, breaking your thoughts. “What’s the workout for today, oh, mighty planner of our pain?”

You shrug, pulling out the tablet and swiping the screen. "I was thinking a bit of hand-to-hand, maybe some sparring. What do you think?"

"As long as it involves me winning spectacularly, I'm in." He flashes that trademark grin, and you can’t help but chuckle.

You spend the next hour getting pummeled by Pietro’s ridiculous speed and impressive strength - but you also get some good hits yourself. You know, he may be fast, but you have been learning from the best. As you’re catching your breath, you hear a door open behind you, and your heart skips a beat, just like it always does.

It's not Wanda. It's Kate Bishop. She's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, and a look on her face that spells trouble. You like Kate, she’s funny, quick-witted, and a total bad-ass with a bow and arrow. She's also Wanda's best friend, which is why you’re sure she’s about to deliver some cryptic message or distraction.

"Hey, guys," she says, her tone a little too casual. "Wanda needs my help… with… uh… quantum physics equations."

Pietro raises an eyebrow. "Since when does Wanda dabble in theoretical physics?"

Kate's face is a picture of forced nonchalance. "Since… now? Yeah, she’s on a real quantum kick. Anyway, gotta go, quantum stuff, you know." With that, she’s gone, leaving you and Pietro alone again.

“Quantum physics,” Pietro says, shaking his head and chuckling. “That girl is so awkward. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s trying really hard to avoid you.”

You almost choke on your water. “Avoid me? Why would she avoid me?” you ask, trying to sound casual, as if you hadn’t noticed.

Pietro shrugs. “Beats me. Maybe you smell.” He wrinkles his nose dramatically, making you laugh.

The next few weeks continue in the same vein. Every time you try to talk to Wanda, she vanishes as if she's a figment of your imagination. You find yourself increasingly frustrated, not just because you have no idea what you did to annoy her, but because you really miss her company.

One afternoon, you’re attempting to meditate in the common room, hoping to find some inner peace when you hear footsteps. You open one eye to see Kate Bishop walking towards you, a determined set to her jaw. You see the mischievous glint in her eye, and brace yourself.

"Okay, look," she says, grabbing the cushion next to you and sinking down. "This whole thing has gone on long enough."

You raise an eyebrow, wondering if she’s finally about to let you in on what’s going on.

"Wanda likes you," Kate blurts out, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

Your eyes widen. "Likes me? Like… as in a friend?" you ask, even if you already know the answer.

Kate groans. "No, as in, she’s completely head-over-heels smitten with you. She’s been losing her mind about it ever since you saved her from that rampaging Ultron drone last year."

Your stomach does a backflip. “Wait, what? But why is she avoiding me?”

Kate sighs. "Because she's Wanda. She’s not good at this whole 'feeling' thing, especially when they're feelings of the lovesick variety. She's terrified you’ll find out, and then laugh at her or reject her, or whatever other dramatic scenario she's conjured up in her head. So, she decided the best course of action is to run away."

You shake your head, a smile playing at the corner of your mouth. "That's... incredibly Wanda." Something warm blooms in your chest, partly from the revelation, partly from the fact that, if Kate is to be believed, your feelings for Wanda are reciprocated.

"So, what now?" you ask.

Kate grins, that mischievous glint back in her eyes. "Now, we set a trap. She has got to face this. And maybe… she could actually go on a date or something? She’s been miserable, poor thing.”

The "trap," as it turns out, involves a suspiciously placed book in the library, a strategically timed fire alarm, and a very confused Pietro. You find yourself facing Wanda by the garden, which, somehow, you’d been guided to under the pretext of a "minor training accident".

She's standing by the rose bushes, her back to you, her shoulders tense.

"Wanda," you say softly, approaching cautiously.

She turns, and her eyes are wide. She’s beautiful. As always. And your heart is about to burst.

"I… I…" she stammers, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

You take a deep breath. "I know," you say.

Her brows furrow. "You know?"

"Yeah, Kate told me. About… everything."

Her cheeks flush a vibrant red. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry. I’m so embarrassing. I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just… you're so… I…" She trails off, unable to form a coherent sentence.

You step closer, reaching out and gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Wanda," you say, your voice a low hum. "I'm not uncomfortable, I'm… I’m glad. Because… I feel the same way. I’ve been… completely, overwhelmingly, kind of in love with you since forever.”

Her eyes widen further, and a small, hopeful smile flickers across her face. "You… you do?"

You smile, nodding. “I do.”

The silence stretches between you, charged with an energy you both feel. You lean closer, and she does too, and then you’re kissing. Her lips are soft and sweet, and the world disappears around you. It’s perfect, and magical, and everything you’ve ever wanted.

As you pull away for air, you hear a snort behind you. You turn to see Pietro standing nearby, his face a mask of exaggerated disgust.

"Oh, for the love of all that is holy," he groans, putting a hand over his eyes. "I’m going to be sick. My best friend and my sister? It's disturbing, revolting, and completely not acceptable. I need to go drink something and forget I ever saw this.” He is clearly overdoing it, and you end up bursting into laughter, which is soon joined by Wanda's giggle.

You look at her, and your heart flips over again. This is it. This awkward, beautiful mess of a romance. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[trikruismybitch]

Did I Cross The Line? Part Two

y'all said three parts so heres part two! I hope y'all like it!

Summary: After the incident with Natasha Y/n runs to the first person she knows could help her. Later on Natasha talks about what set her off.

Warnings: Talks about domestic violence, ptsd, mentions of bruises, mentions of torture and implied sexual assault

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Yelena Belova x Kate Biship, MentionPast!Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Part One

"Y/n!" Natasha goes to chase you to explain. "Come back!" She needs to explain. She needs to apologize

You run, heart beating rapidly as you hear her footsteps as she follows you. You bang on the door as loudly and as fast as you can. You look around and see Nat rounding the corner, so you bang harder on the door.

The door opens.

"Yelena!" You and Nat both yell.

You rush towards her falling into her arms. Kate standing just behind her. You start to sob, and you know you'll be okay.

Yelena holds you and tries to assess the situation. Nat skirts to a stop, around three feet, before she can enter the apartment door.

She looks at Natasha, bloodshot eyes and out of breath very un-Nat-like.

Then she looks down at you in her arms, crying and shaking, very un-Y/n-like.

Natasha tries to step forward but Yelena pins her with a glare, essentially telling her to stay put. She turns your body slightly shielding you from Nat as she looks down at you.

She can barely see your face as it's buried in her chest but she needs to look at you and see what has happened.

"Hey" she says softly "Let me see." She gently grabs your chin and has you look at her.

It's a startling sight. Your right cheek is red and swollen. The same as your left jaw and you have a cut on your lip that's bleeding.

She takes a sharp inhale and looks towards Kate seeing her eyes have hardened as well. Kate looks sharply towards Natasha and takes a step forward.

As much as she loves her girlfriend, Yelena knows that Kate would die if she tried to fight her sister.

"Kate" Yelena softly calls out to her "Come grab her and take her inside" Kate immediately complies.

As softly as she can she touches your back "Hey, Y/n/n" you look at her "Come here" you move towards her and melt into her arms. She guides you inside as Yelena walks out and closes the door gently not wanting to startle you.

"What has happened, Natasha?" Yelena's smart but she didn't want to believe what was right in-front of her. "Please do not tell me you did that to her."

Natasha opens and closes her mouth "I did." Yelena's eyes harden "You must go. You cannot stay here. I will take care of Y/n and I will deal with you tomorrow."

"Yelena, I didn't mean to" Natasha tries "I didn't realize what I had done, until after. You know I would never hurt her."

"Y/n's face says otherwise." Yelena still loves her sister so she softens her eyes "I will take care of her. You must go, we will speak tomorrow. You go and talk to Clint." Yelena opens the door and goes inside

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Kate's holding you on the couch. You having calmed down considerably.

Yelena walks up and sits on your other side.

Kate looks at Yelena and Yelena nods her head. Kate looks at you sadly.

You look at both of them noticing the pity in their eyes. "She-she didn't mean to" you say softly "We were arguing and I grabbed her arm when she turned away from me and she just snapped." you shake your head "It wasn't Natasha. My Natasha would never do that to me, her eyes, I could tell she wasn't fully there."

You look at Kate but she still has that same look. So you look towards Yelena hoping she'll understand. "Like when she has nightmares and she wakes up, she had that same look on her face. She would never hurt me."

Yelena nods understandably "I do know how that goes" she sighs "but, y/n/n, you understand that what she did to you isn't okay, right?" Yelena speaks gently. She knows what you've been through and she doesn't want to push you but she needs you to understand that what has happened isn't okay.

You look up at her as your chin wobbles and you nod. You don't want to start crying again but every time you think back to that moment your heart hurts remembering the look in Natasha's eyes. "I-i know Yelena....but you know Natasha... she would never knowingly hurt me...." you pick at your clothes trying to give yourself something to do besides think or stare into Yelena eyes.

Yelena looks over to Kate. She stares at you with a sad look in her eyes. Kate goes to look at Yelena face softening nodding her head to you and Yelena nods.

"Okay, Y/n/n. Let's get you out of your clothes, you can borrow something from Yelena and I's and we can go to bed. Is that okay?" Kate questions softly rubbing your back comfortingly

You nod your head "Is it okay if i stay in bed with you guys..." you wring your fingers nervously "I don't really want to be alone tonight if not its okay-" you start to ramble not looking into their eyes

Yelena laughs softly and nudges your shoulder "No worries Y/n L/n we can cuddle." She wiggles her eyebrows trying to get you to laugh and it works when you let out a smile smile while shaking your head.

Kate hands you some pajamas to change into. You wince slightly when you put on the shirt that says "cyka" clearly Yelena's, it makes you roll your eyes lovingly.

You try not to look in the mirror but you can't resist. You hesitate but bite the bullet and do so. Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy. You have a cut on the left side of your lip. There are bruises forming on the right side of your cheek and the underside of your jaw on the left side. You slightly raise your chin and you see the bruises from her hands and suddenly you feel your eyes sting and you look away taking a deep breath.

You're safe here but you know eventually you'll have to speak to Natasha and you don't know how to face her. You know it's not technically her fault but she hurt you and you were fairly helpless against her...What if it happens again? Will she hurt you again? What if-"

*knock-knock*

"You okay y/n/n?" Kates voice follows and interrupts your spiraling thoughts

"Yeah! I'm coming out right now." You take one final look towards the mirror hoping you look better tomorrow.

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You in fact do not look any better the next day. It's worse. The bruises on your face are a dark purple and your eyes are still puffy from your crying the previous day.

When you first woke up between Kate and Yelena you felt warm, not having been shown this much affection in a while. When you try to get up your ribs protest throbbing painfully causing you to release a quiet groan waking Yelena up.

Yelena looks at you for a second "What's wrong?" her accent is heavier in the morning "Are your bruises bothering you?" she questions already slipping softly out of bed when you nod, "Lets go. Don't want to wake Kate up, you know how she gets when she doesn't get enough sleep." she nods towards the door you nod in agreement and follow her.

Yelena grabs you an ice pack and some orange juice for you to drink "Breakfast of champions as you Americans say it."

You smile and then it gets quiet, both of you drinking your orange juice. You like your lips before slightly hesitating to speak "Thank you." You speak softly looking into your glass "I appreciate you letting me stay here and being here for me. I know it's hard because Natasha is your sister I-i just want to say I appreciate what you're doing for me and how you've been here for these last few months." You look into her eyes sadly

Yelena's face softens before nodding understandably, "Yes, Natasha is family. But I care about you Y/n. After the incident..." she hesitated slightly on what phrase to use, "you chose to come here, with us and I don't take that lightly. You do not need to thank us. We both care for you."

You grin before wincing forgetting about the cut on your cheek "ow fuck" you hiss

Yelena walks up-to you worriedly "Be careful Y/n L/n." Yelena stares at you, really takes you in. Frankly, you look like shit. The bruises on your face are darker already trying to heal. The cut on your lip had reopened from your smile and she watches as you blot the blood away. Yelena's blood boils the longer she stares at you. She doesn't understand how Natasha could have lost control, what could have happened to cause her to hurt you this way.

"I think you should go to medbay." Yelena finally says

You immediately shake your head "No, I can't, I'm fine Yelena."

"You need to get your ribs checked out. I can see it pains you by the way you breathe." Yelena purses her lips "No one has to know, okay?"

"How will I explain what happened to me? I haven't been on a mission in two weeks." You question her before lowering your voice "I don't want anyone to know what happened."

"I can bring Cho here. We can say you got into a bar brawl and don't want Steve to know about it." Kate interrupts walking into the kitchen gently touching your back and walking around to give Yelena a kiss on the cheek "Good morning by the way. Totally rude to leave me in bed by myself but I'll let it slide because I'm nice."

Yelena rolls her eyes but looks at you, "Is that okay? I'd feel better if you were checked out."

You look between them "Will Cho even come here? What if she tells someone?" you ponder

Kate shakes her head swallowing down Yelena's orange juice she stole "Nah. When I do missions off books and get hurt I always have her come here so Clint won't be on my ass." You and Yelena share a look then you both focus back at Kate. She notices and backtracks "I-i haven't done it in a long time and it was before Yelena and I started dating" You raise your eyebrow at her "And wayyy after we broke up!" She raised her hands up in defense "Can we focus on Y/n now" she whines

Yelena looks at her lovingly before kissing her cheek "We are teasing you Kate Bishop. As long as you do not do that without telling me we are good. It is a good idea and as long as Y/n is okay with it." They both look at you and you nod agreeing, "Okay, I will have Cho come here but I need to run a few errands so I won't be back for a few hours."

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Yelena knocks on the front door but she gets no answer. She starts banging "Natalia I know you are in there! Open the door!" No answer "Cyka." Yelena bends down and picks the lock "Not cool sestra!" Yelena yells into the apartment looking around seeing Natasha sitting on the ottoman. Yelena sighs before walking up and dropping in the couch next to her.

"Did you even talk to Clint?" Yelena asks after a moment growing tired for the silence

"No." Natasha whispers back staring at the glass full of bourbon.

Yelena narrows her eyes at Natasha, "Why not? Have you been drinking?"

Natasha shakes her head slowly, "No I haven't...I-i wanted to but-" Natashas throat tightens and her eyes burn "I don't want that. I never wanted that to happen."

Yelena's eyes soften "What happened Natasha? What caused you to..." she trails off

Natasha leans fully back into the ottoman and bites her lip lightly, "We were arguing both accused one another of cheating-"

"Did you?" Yelena interrupts

Natasha's head snaps to her "Of course not." She stares dead Yelena in the eyes, "I love Y/n. I was drunk and jealous" Natashas eyes waver slightly, "she brought up a mission I had gone on a few months ago, to Murcia."

"Yes I remember you were gone for a few weeks. Y/n was worried sick because it was a no-contact infiltration." Yelena recants

Natasha laughs bitterly "Yeah, well I found some old video footage of my days in the red room...some of the things in that footage is stuff I barely remembered" Natasha scoffs "But I remember now. What they did to me. How they held me down as they-" She looks at Yelena. Her eyes, so very sad "When she brought it up every emotion I tried to bury by going on mission after mission came to the surface amplified by my drinking and the argument. I turned to leave and she grabbed my arm and I felt everything they did to me all over again and I reacted..." tears streamed down Natasha's face "I hurt her. I hurt my wife because I couldn't deal with what happened to me" Natasha hunched forward elbows on her knees and her face in her hands, sobbing "I fucking hit her Yelena."

Natasha breaks down and Yelena rushes to her side. Gently touching her and hugging her sister. "Shhh Сестрица, I got you." Yelena soothes, rocking Natasha back and forth. Tears rolling down Yelena's eyes as she watches the strongest person she knows break down. [big sister]

Yelena wants to tell her everything will be okay but she knows she can't promise her that. So she tells Natasha to let it all out and hums the Russian tune their mother sang them on their way back to Russia.

[fandoms--fluff]

Kate Bishop and R are superhero partners and sibling figures to each other and r getting hurt on a mission?

Stabbed

Flufftober, October 10th

Female reader x sister figure Kate Bishop

Warnings: mentions of blood and guns?

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"Don't go up there" Kate yells over to where you're about to run after one of the tracksuit guys you were just fighting up a flight of stairs.

You freeze in your place from running. "Why?" You look over to where she knocks out the last guy around her. "Just get over here, you'll see!' She exclaims.

You huff and run back over to the archer. "Okay. Now what?" You ask. Your question gets answered once there was an explosion in the staircase and screams fill the air.

"That's awesome. Did you plant that?" You ask her. "Yeah, while running down them earlier" Kate answers, smiling.

And then you guys hear a bang. You turn around and three more tracksuit guys in the alleyway opening. "Oh come on. How many of you are there?" You groan. Kate snorts out a laugh before growing serious again.

One of them throw a knife at you and you immediately duck. The knife hits against the wall and then the ground, creating a big clang. "Hey! You could've hit me, Jerk!" You exclaim with a hand over your heart dramatically.

"Oh, shit" You move away when the big dude comes at you. You block his punch and then knee him in the groin, making him double over in pain. "Hah, that's what you get" You tell him.

You grab the gun out of your holster and smack it against his head, making him unconscious. You then point it at the other dude making his way over from Kate. You point and shoot his legs three times, making him cry out in pain.

'You deserved that- Ow!" You yell out, feeling something being plunged into your stomach. You look up from the dagger lodged in, up to your partner.

"Y/n/n?!" Kate exclaims. She looks back to her guy she was taking care of, realizing her hurt you.

Her protective instincts kicked in and she drew her bow and grabbed an arrow before shooting the guy in the shoulder with a tranquilizer arrow. He drops to the ground after it hits him.

Right after, Kate runs over to you and kneels down in front of where your sitting on your knees. She discards her bow to the side before placing one of her hands on your thigh and the other on your shoulder.

"Oh my god. Are you okay?" She asks. "Oh, what am I talking about, of course you aren't. You're bleeding out" She looks at the dagger in your stomach.

You hiss when you squirm a bit, "I think I need stitches or something" You tell her. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you do" She says. "Do you think you can stand and walk the small way to the car?" She asks, knowing you must feel immense pain right now.

"I think so. Just, let's not take it out. I did that once and there was blood everywhere" You start standing with Kate's help. "Why am I not surprised" She gives you 'the look'.

"I mean, no, I never did that. I have no idea why I said that" You blabber until letting out a sound of pain once standing all the way up.

Kate grabs her bow and slings it over her arm before slowly helping you walk down the alley and to the side street where you guys parked the car. "Ahuh, yeah, I believe you." Kate chuckles.

You guys are a couple feet from the car and pause. "It's okay, we're almost there." She urges, wanting you to get comfortable in the car and not out in the open where anyone can see you impaled with a dagger.

"Okay. Okay" You breathe out before continuing to walk.

Once you guys get to the car, Kate helps you into the passenger seat. "okay, just breathe, and we'll get back to the apartment soon where we can patch that up." She says once she gets into the drivers seat.

You chuckle, "Hah, you're talking like as if I'm pregnant."

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm worried for your wellbeing" She jokes as she pulls into the road.

"I know, I'm sorry" You sigh before leaning your head against her shoulder.

Once you guys get back to the apartment, you guys get you all patched and stitched up. There's a bloody rag and the bloody dagger on the table.

"Wow, not a fun experience" You groan as you relax into the couch. "Please don't tell Clint" You look back up to the girl in purple.

"Hmm, fine, I won't. This time" She sits next to you. "I'm glad you're okay" She tells you. "Me too" You sigh in contempt and lean against her again.

"Just so you know, I'm tooo lazy to go to my room and I'm not letting you go anywhere, you're now my pillow" You let her know.

"Of course, Weirdo" Kate wraps her arm around your shoulders.

[yelenasdiary]

Yelena x reader Request

Reader gets kidnapped. When yelena finds out, she's hell-bent on finding her. She goes crazy with worry. The others are surprised at yeleans reaction because she's usually so calm and collected. They didn't know she cared so much for reader.

Finding You

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Avenger! Fem! Reader (Platonic), Mentions of Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Summary: When a mission goes south and you’re kidnapped, Natasha asks Yelena for help. 

Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of torture, guns, blood and people dying | 1.7K

AC: I love this idea, I decided to do this as a platonic story, I hope that’s okay!! Thank you for sending it!! I hope you enjoy! x 

“I hope this works” Steve commented as he and Natasha walked down the long hall to meet Yelena at reception. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing” Nat replied. Yelena slightly shook her head as her eyes traced the wide-open space of the compounds reception and waiting room. Nat had called her to come for something important, she thought maybe it was just another plan to try and convince her to join the avengers. 

“Nice of you to come collect me” Yelena said sarcastically as she made eye contact with her older sister. Natasha didn’t make a joking remark back but instead jumped straight into it. “We need your help” she said sternly, keeping eye contact with the blonde. Yelena cocked a brow, “what’s Kate done now?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Kate is fine, Peter and Clint are bringing her back now. She may have a concussion, but we’ll keep an eye on her in medical. It’s Y/n we need your help with” Natasha explains, “she’s been taken” she added. 

Like a light switch, Yelena’s behavior changed. “Where do you need me?” She asked, clenching her jaw at the mere thought of you being tortured. Natasha and Steve led Yelena to the conference room where they had eyes on the team and were able to communicate with those in the field. They gave her a run-down of the mission and the events that took place before you were kidnapped. With each detail Yelena’s worries only grew, every possible ‘what if’ thought ran through her mind to add to her worries. 

“How long has it been since your last contact with her?” Yelena asked, her eyes skimming through the key details that were written on a whiteboard. 

“24 hours ago, as of 20 minutes ago” Steve replied. Yelena turned to him, “you guys waited this fucking long?! Do you even know what HYDRA could have done to her within that time?!” She snapped. 

“Yelena!” Natasha scolded, “We have been doing our best! We didn’t plan for this to happen, okay? HYDRA are too focused on what we are doing, they won’t expect you. They are expecting us to be the ones to go after her, that’s what they want. If we keep HYDRA distracted, you should be able to get in and find her” she explains. She was a little surprised by her sister’s reaction, as far as she knew, Yelena didn’t care all that much for you. Yelena was friends with Kate and occasionally hung out with the two of you but she never spoke much about you or ever expressed any opinions. 

“Oh good, I see you filled Yelena in” Clint’s voice entered the room. Yelena side-eyed him, “how’s Kate” she asked with concern. “She’s tough, you should probably go see her before you leave. She’ll be able to help you” he replies. Yelena nodded at his words before she looked back to her sister. 

“I don’t care what you guys do or whatever you guys are trying to steal. Stay out of my way and I’ll bring Y/n back” Yelena replied sternly with a hint of worry in her voice that Natasha picked up on. 

“We work as a team” Steve stepped forward. 

“Shut it, flag boy! I don’t take orders from you, you asked for my help and I’m giving it but I do it my way” Yelena snapped once more, glaring over at Steve. 

“Yelena, enough!” Natasha scolded once more, “all we ask is that you keep contact with us, keep us posted on what’s going on at your end. If you need back up, we will be there. We’ll keep HYDRA on their toes and distracted, that should give you some leeway” 

Yelena sighed lightly, “fine, but I’m not wasting anymore time here. I’ll go see Kate and then I’ll be on my way. Natasha, can you send me the GPS?” She replied. Natasha nodded before she watched her sister leave the room. Steve let out a heavy sigh as he looked over to Nat, “are you sure she doesn’t to join the team?” He asked sarcastically causing Nat to chuckle. 

“Shut it, flag boy” she joked. 

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Looking through the scope of her advanced sniper rifle, Yelena could see two HYDRA guards dragging you from one building to another. She couldn’t see the extend of your injuries but from what she could see, half your face was covered in blood along with some cuts and tears on your suit. Yelena knew better than to go in, guns blazing, she had to wait it out a little. Wait for any sign of the Avengers to show up and start the gun fight themselves, this gave the blonde some time to work out a plan to get into the building without being seen. 

She pulled out her binoculars and scoped the area for any other signs of guards and anything that would help her plan to break in. 

“Yelena, what’s your position?” Nat’s voice came through the small earpiece. 

“About 8-9 men surrounding the first building, 12 or more surrounding the second. I’m sending in my small drone to get sights on the inside” Yelena replied. 

“Please tell me this isn’t a noticeable drone” Nat quizzed. 

“Don’t worry, it’s a full-sized loud drone. They won’t even be able to unseen it” Yelena tsked knowing her sister was rolling her eyes. “Steve is getting ready to make a move, let me know if you’re comfort with that” 

“Give me a moment” Yelena replied, sending off her micro sized drone down the cliffside and into the building she had seen the guards take you in. On her right side was her laptop which showed live camera footage from the drone. She controlled the drone into each room until she came to a room that was sealed shut by a large, metal door and from what Yelena would see was heavily locked.

“Give dinosaur the okay” Yelena spoke once more before retracting her small drone to her. “His name is Steve” Natasha corrected. 

“Same thing” Yelena mumbled with a shake of her head. 

Within minutes the HYDRA base was lighting up with the sound of gunfire and flying bullets as Yelena sat back and watched the building you were in for a few short minutes. Once she was sure the building was clear, she made her move. 

You were changed to a cold, metal chair with your wrists and ankles cuffed together. The room was cold, dark and it echoed whenever you yelled out to the guards that they would reject this. They had beaten you and tortured you for information on the Avengers, you were worried about them killing you, if they wanted you dead, you would be already. What worried you the most was the things you knew HYDRA was capable of doing. They had already poked you with a strong anesthesia that was only now just starting to wear off. 

Your vision was slightly blurry, your throat was dryer than you’ve ever felt it to be, your fingertips were numb, you were cold and sure that your open cuts would catch an infection if they weren’t tended too shortly. The room was soundproof, you couldn’t hear anything form the outside, you could only see the shadows of their feet under the door. On top of this, you did your best to ignore the headache that was making your head pound and the grumbling sound of your stomach.  

“Get the girl! Get the girl!” a voice yelled over the HYDRA guard's walkie-talkie, Yelena had snuck her way through the first building, taking down any guard that stood her in her way. She stalked the HYDRA soldier has he ran into the second building, his hand in one of his pockets digging around for the keys to your chamber.

“HEY YOU! STOP!” Yelena heard a voice yell from behind her before more bullets were shot at her. Using her batons, she was able to knock the guard off his feet and kicking his gun away before stabbing her widow’s dagger into his spine. The soldier fell face-first to the ground, creating a pool of blood at his body. 

Through your blurry vision, you saw the rays of day light peak through the door as the guard opened it in a hurry. “What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around her?” You asked sarcastically. Without a thought, the guard hit you harshly in the face with his gun, knocking you out. 

The sound of Yelena’s gun going off echoed through the room as she shot the guard from behind, he dropped lifelessly at your feet before Yelena rushed to your aid. 

“Y/n” she said in a worry, lifting your face up, “Y/n! Wake up!” She added before she realized you were just knocked out. “Natasha! I need back up, now!” Yelena said before she began to free you from the chained restrains. 

“Hold tight, I’m coming” Natasha replied. 

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“Yelena, you don’t wait around” Natasha said softly as she peeped her head into your room at the medical bay. Yelena looked up at her sister and smiled softly, “it’s okay. She’s my friend, I want to wait” she replied. Nat didn’t argue, she closed the door softly and walked away with a little smile on her lips knowing her sister had finally found some good people to keep around her. When you woke, you were surprised to see Yelena sitting by your side. 

“Yelena?” You questioned, your eyes struggling to stay open. 

“You’re okay” Yelena replied softly with a smile, “you had me worried for a moment” she added. 

“You?” You drowsily looked at her, “worried about me? Did you hit your head or something?” 

Yelena chuckled lightly, “no but you did” 

“Oh, so this isn’t actually happening right?” You smirked. 

Little did Yelena know, the rest of your team were watching through the window. “Well, she’s definitely your sister. I swore Yelena didn’t like Y/n” Tony commented. 

“We care, we just have different ways of showing it” Natasha replied. 

“Do you think I can go in there now?” Kate asked, “I just wanted to make sure she’s okay!” She added. 

“Yeah, sure, love bird” Peter teased, causing the team to chuckle lightly.

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Fail-Safe (2)

a/n: hi!! I'm so sorry for the wait, life hasn't been the nicest recently lol. I hope this ok!!

tag list: @sunshadesnrainbowz @wandaromamoff69 @tintedrose12 @m-12344

word count: 1.4k

prompt: Dreykov always had a back up plan, a fail safe, in case his empire fell. You grew up with Yelena and Natasha in the Red Room. But unlike your sisters, who became an Avenger or the greatest child assassin respectively, Dreykov had a different purpose for you. Now that he was gone, you were released from your cage - to hunt down the ones responsible for the death of the Red Room.

pairing(s): yelena belova x dark!sister!reader; kate bishop x dark!reader (not romantic); antonia dreykov x dark!reader

warning(s)/notes: mentions of murder; experimentations; Dreykov being a crap individual; mentions of AoS plot lines; crappy writing; Y/N shows emotions briefly and hates it, does not recommend

Laura laughed out loud at the face you made once trying your latte, a free one you had received once being the one hundredth customer of the week. She covered her mouth with her hand as you glared at the offensive beverage, your guard lowered for a second. Clearing your throat, you pushed the drink away from you on the table and leveled your gaze on Laura, your objective once more ringing through your mind. You took on an inquisitive expression, feigning the appearance of something stalling in your mind. You picked up the coffee Barton’s wife had bought you, not the disgusting one you wanted to throw out the window, and took a sip before asking a question.

“Barton, Barton - why does that name sound familiar?” You made sure to keep your voice lowered, as to not get the attention of the other patrons in the cafe, and to give Laura a false sense of security. The woman smiled softly, taking a drink of her own coffee before answering.

“Probably from my husband, he’s a bit popular around this city.”

You let your eyes widen, brighten at her words. You snapped before pointing at her excitedly.

“Hawkeye! I wish I could’ve seen the battle of New York, I’ve heard it was a spectacle.”

Laura smiled at the child like excitement in your voice. Truth be told, you didn’t have to feign the emotion in your tone, some part of you truly wished you could’ve seen your sis- the Avengers in action. Laura’s phone beeped and she opened her message, looking at you with an apologetic look.

“My daughter,” she explained, waving her phone in the air, “something to do with a school project. Can we exchange numbers? I would love to continue this sometime.”

Something blossomed in your chest at the warmth in her tone but you were quick to squash it. With a quirk of your lips, you wrote your number down on a napkin, handing it to Laura. The woman nodded in thanks before waving back to you and walking away. You waited a few moments before getting up, taking the offensive coffee and marching over to the barista, who looked at you with false happiness.

“Hello ma’am, how may I-” he didn’t get to finish his words, as you focused on the gravitational pulls around his throat. You watched as his face turned red, his hands grasping at his neck, clawing at the skin. Calmly, you set the latte down on the counter and watched in amusement as the barista fell to the ground. Adjusting your jacket, you spun around, a panicked look on your face.

“Someone call an ambulance!”

Soon there was a crowd of people surrounding the barista, voices rising through the air as someone tried to get a hold of 911. You meandered away, your footsteps light as you made your way down the sidewalks of New York City.

-

“Sir, I wouldn’t recommend using her just yet - our other test subjects have been destroyed by the mere pressure this element puts on their bodies-”

Dreykov raised a hand to stop the scientist, his eyes trained on you as you sat curled up in a corner. You were shaking, pain still coursing through your body days after the last experiment, where your bones were covered in an indestructible substance. But that’s not what haunted your mind, not the burning of your bones or the heaviness that laced your body. No, what haunted you was the look on Yelena’s face before she was knocked out. She looked shocked to see you, shocked to see what Dreykov was doing but not…concerned. She looked like she didn’t care, like you didn’t matter.

Natasha was always the favorite sister.

Dreykov motioned for you and with heavy movements you stood up, making your way to the man. The scientist watched you with an apology in her eyes. You didn’t know what that meant. You were led down a hallway, Dreykov’s hand on your back - guiding you. Once inside a heavily armored room, Dreykov led you to a small chamber. You eyed the vials of levitating darkness with contempt, not wanting to feel anymore pain.

“Now, my georgin, this will only last a moment, then you will taste power only the strongest of men have feasted upon,” Dreykov paused, watching as the contempt into your eyes faded away, still lingering with fear but now drowning in a thirst that was reflected in his own. He raised a hand to move your chin so you were looking at him. 

“The…others who were gifted with this opportunity were weak, they crumbled under the weight of what was expected. They disappointed me. But, you won’t, will you, my rising feniks?” 

You set your chin, determination flooding your veins. The weighted material coating your skeleton felt lighter, no more holding you down but fueling your strength as you made your way into the chamber. As the door shut, you held back a hiss at the pinpricks of pain on your arms and legs from the needles. You saw Dreykov watching you, then you watched as he nodded to the scientist in your peripheral vision, and you closed your eyes. Focusing your breath, you steadied your heart, desperate not to show weakness. When the vials emptied into your system, you almost bit your tongue off with the force of your teeth. 

But you didn’t scream.

Oh no, you didn’t scream.

After a few moments, the pain disappeared, melting away as energy surged through you, whispers flooding your mind. It felt…empowering. 

It started with a chuckle, a mere movement of your shoulders in amusement, then it grew into a roar of laughter bursting from your lips. 

If this was the price of pain, you would thrive in its riches.

-

The street was crowded with bystanders, all panicking with the sight before them. Pushing through the crowd, Yelena felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest. 

It was you, she knew it was. 

The description that Kate and Clint had given her of the victim’s body only further proved her thoughts to be true. A young man with a crushed throat but no signs of force on his skin. His eyes popping out of the sockets with the amount of force used to destroy his airway, his face a disturbing gray while the rest of his body an unnerving natural shade. 

The two archers opted to stay behind at Kate’s apartment, hoping to find a way to track you down. But Yelena knew there was only one true way to catch you, someone who was equally as close to Dreykov as you once were. Someone, who could hopefully win in a fight against you, even with all your advantages. Yelena made it to the front of the crowd, where she saw the EMTs load the body into a truck, the police keeping everyone back as their CSI desperately searched the scene for any evidence. 

“They’re not going to find anything,” a voice rang out next to Yelena, accented and rough, “Even if she didn’t have her powers, it’s what we’re taught- to not leave a trace.” 

Yelena turned toward the other woman, nodding her chin in greeting. Antonia, once known as Taskmaster, nodded her own in return. She set her gaze towards the ambulance, ignoring the stares from others at her burn marks. 

“This is her second, da?” 

Yelena nodded, sighing as she rubbed her brow with her hand, curling it into a fist in frustration. 

“She’s playing with me, Antonia, leaving a note at Lana’s house, walking around the city, hiding in plain sight. It’s exhausting.” 

Antonia shrugged, a humorless smirk pulling on the edges of her lips. 

“I wouldn’t take it personally. You and Natasha killed my father and now that Natasha is out of the equation, you’re the only loose string left- excluding your parents.” 

Yelena turned her full attention to Antonia, question in her eyes. Antonia sighed, turning her body to face Yelena.

“Y/N is Dreykov’s fail-safe, Yelena, his avenger. You killed him, you’re her target. This,” she waved a hand towards the crime scene, “is just fun and games for her, none of it matters. This ends with your blood staining her hands. It’s what she’s programmed to do.” 

Yelena swallowed, sharp pains tugging at her heart. She lost one sister to sacrifice and one to the exploits of a mad man. 

At least one could be easily saved. 

“Well then,” Yelena faked a smile, looking Antonia dead in the eyes, “we have our work cut out for us then. I’ll call the archers and you go get your suit.” 

Yelena watched as the ambulance drove away.

“It’s time to start playing her game.”

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analysis. Fury had sent your beloved girlfriend out on a mission for your first celebration on what to be thankful for after being gone from HYDRA. Staying at Yelena’s is something you usually enjoyed, but fearing you wouldn’t get to express how grateful you are, you can’t help but dig yourself into the familiar hole you found yourself when you first met Natasha.

pairing. Natasha Romanoff x Hybrid!Reader (r), Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (r), Kate Bishop x Hybrid!Reader x Yelena Belova (p)

warnings. tooth rotting fluff, alluded to depression (if you squint hard enough), alluded to smut at the end (if you squint hard enough)

word count. 1.6k

authors note. happy thanksgiving! i should start working on my other works soon, but wanted to right a little short for one of my long term writings! yes, reader is a hybrid of a house cat and of a bigger cat, what one? lets find out soon..

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Silence had filled the air as you remained to hide yourself in the corner of the abandoned room you have noticed no one visited over the past week. The familiar smell of the redhead you had adored had been fading slowly over the long week was to come, you had hoped that some of the familiar smells of the redhead would linger in the home of her sister but yet it was a failure. The avenger you grew to adore and cling onto every second of the day wasn’t there to save you from the angry face Yelena wore when you lunged out and bit her hand, it was a mere accident and you hadn’t intended to hurt anyone. You were too overstimulated with the dogs barking and you couldn’t take the noise and being overcrowded, you had moved without thought as your sharp-pointed fangs had sunk into her hand and penetrated the skin on the widow’s hand. As soon as you tasted the familiar iron on your tongue you had pulled back and scrambled up onto your feet from your position on the floor to go hide in the room.

Kate had stopped Yelena from chasing after you, luckily, you didn’t know the type of temper she had. The first time you were brought back to the compound you had bit Tony and that had you in a muzzle for the first few weeks. Your jaw had been so sore you had a lack of appetite and you remember how the black widow would come and hand feed you which at first you hated. Her hands had to hold your soft cheeks and you disliked how you were held in place, as if a reminder of the experimentations and the needles that prodded your skin, but you didn’t know then that you’d be craving for her touch every second after that. Your heart was stammering against your chest, unable to calm down the beats as it felt like a ping pong ball bounced against your chest repeatedly. Your pupils had thinned to be akin to a thin diamond in your hues as you had tensed at every shadow that grew indicating the sun was falling and evening was bound to come. You thought Natasha was to come back today, you didn’t understand why she was sent out, especially with the upcoming holiday where you wanted to show her how thankful you were for her being there for you.

You had promised that you’d be fine, you really did. But you didn’t think you’d miss her this much, especially with how you’ve been falling into a dark hole with believing everything that goes wrong in this wretched house is your fault. A vase had shattered the second day you were here and you had no thoughts but to go try and pick up the glass shards with bare hands without a thought, it had immediately led to Kate with a worried state pull you back and call for Yelena to come sweep up the mess as the archer had gently brought you to the bathroom to clean up your hands. Gently applying silly toddler band-aids with teddy bears on them as she ensured to be careful to not agitate the cuts even more than they were. It had ended with the three of you on the couch watching movies all night long–halfway for you–and when the night was finished you were sleeping at the edge of the couch, your body lying against the arm rest as the left side of your cheek was squashed into the cushion. Then the little trinket Natasha gave you after your first month of dating you couldn’t find at all, and it left you in a state of panic and worry to have left you crying in the spare bedroom you were staying in. The two weren’t at home so you had the moment of peace to yourself as tears had wet into the pillowcase in your tears.

You were so lost in your mind that the familiar woodsy scent that had the tint of cinnamon with it entered the home, the front door had creaked open and you didn’t even think to go rushing down to the door to cling onto Natasha immediately. 

The redhead downstairs had her eyes focus on the scene in the living room, Yelena had a bandaged hand that looked fresh as she noticed Kate holding that injured hand as the archer was pressed into the assassin’s side. A brow quirked and she knew immediately something wasn’t right so without announcing herself she continued on to go upstairs as the floor creaked, the agent’s eyes analyzed each door and noticed only one of them was shut.Taking that as the guess where you were hiding, usually you’d run up to her and bury your face into the crook of her neck and take in her scent as you littered wet kisses to her skin for your own comfort and with how you didn’t this time her heart panged and she worried. 

Her hand had found the door handle and pressed down as the door hinges whined in protest as the door opened. Turning the light on as she scanned the room, and her eyes landed on you who was curled up in the corner that looked like a frightened kitten who was trying its best to self soothe with the wet cheeks that had her suspecting you were to cry.

You heaved silently to yourself until something blurred in your vision to indicate something moved in front of you, dazed eyes trying to think of who it was until you yanked yourself back but the figure didn’t allow it. The familiar hands took your cheeks, the callouses you remember and the soft shushing of the agent had you release a soft sob that left your chest as you had leaned forth and pressed yourself further into Natasha. 

“Shhh, shhh, malysh, what’s wrong my beautiful girl?” The avengers voice had filled the room silently as she scooped you up to sit on her thighs as she guided your head into her neck. Concern had found her eyes as she frowned at the state you were in, lowering her head down as she pressed her lips to your hair and gave you multiple kisses. Her hands had squeezed you close, swaying you gently.

You had laid in the silence for minutes to calm your tears, nose pressing into the skin of her shoulder before turning your face to her neck as you pressed your lips against her skin. Soothing yourself even more as the heaving had stopped, eyes red and bloodshot as the silence had slowly began to fill with soft vibrations. The first time you had purred in front of the redhead is when she held you on the worn down mattress in your cell to prevent your back from being impaled with springs. That was a teasing you never escaped from afterwards after pleading for her to not share it with the other avengers. She had kept her promise, and you hadn’t been sleeping alone ever since. That’s what first led you both into the trust you had, she had snuck you out of your cell to reside in her room from now on. 

“Bad week?” The soft accent of the redhead broke the silence, and you took in the softness of her words. The comfort she gave you that you were so desperate for when she was gone and all you did was simply nod against her body and she gently asked, “you want to talk about it?”

“No,” You meekly whispered, gently pulling your head back before you pulled your head back. Looking into her eyes, admiring the colorful hues that you stared into every chance you got. Her lips pressed against your nose, then your cheek, and gently pressed against your lips. She pulled back, noticing the familiar look in your eyes as she softly mused out, “Speak to me malysh, please,”

You softened at the soft plead, a grin had found your lips for the first time in the past week as a soft giggle left your throat. Pressing yourself into the redhead softly before musing out, “I’m just so grateful I have you as my girlfriend,” 

Natasha felt her eyes soften at the words, her throat went dry as she tried to comprehend the feelings that just took her head, listening as you continued on, “I’m thankful that you and your buddies took me out of that horrid building, and how I bit Tony on the way there. I’m grateful you took care of me and I got to be with the most loving, gorgeous, badass assassin in the world,”

Tears swelled in the widows tear ducts, swallowing thickly before her hands cupped your face and pulled you in to press a deeper kiss to your lips. Her tongue gently brushed your lower lip, before teasing and pulling back, “And I’m thankful I have the most loving girl I can get malysh, especially with how cute you can be,”

You whined at the loss of her lips, and her words. Sniffling slightly as you tried to press your lips against the redheads again but you were met with her finger, the small decline from the avenger brought a pout to your lips.

“Not here, not now baby,” She assured, promising you another time later that wasn’t at her sister’s house and after she found you panicking by yourself. Humming out softly, “Let me bring my beautiful girl home so we can go see Liho and eat all the delicious meals we can get from this holiday, and then let me express how thankful I am for you, hm?”

You softened at her words, agreeing with a nod as you pressed your face into her neck again as she slowly stood up with you in her arms. Quietly humming out as she pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “Then let’s go home pretty girl, Liho must be starving for our attention,”��

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Don't Belong part 2

Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Part 1

Word Count: 5499

Relationship: Mother WandaNat x Daugher Reader

Summary: After Y/n's accident on her mission, her mother's are terrified that they might not get the chance to make things right with their daughter. That's assuming Y/n wants anything to do with them when she comes around.

Nat: Mama Wanda: Mom

Nat's POV:

It's been over 24 hours since Y/n came out of surgery and she's still unconscious with a machine helping her breathe. I thought she would have been awake by now and there'd be a relief that she was on the start of her long road to recovery.

Instead, Wanda and I are glued to our seats next to her bed. We've only gotten up to use the bathroom. Otherwise, we've remained by her side. Pepper kindly offered to take the boys for as long as it's needed. Though they are both very anxious to see Y/n themselves. They might be young, but they understand that she's hurt. They love their sister, and they want her to wake up just as much as we do.

I've not slept since we found out that she was hurt, and I don't plan to until she is awake. Though the longer it goes on, the more my body is fighting against that desire. I want to be there when she wakes up to show her that her moms are going to be there for her the whole way through her recovery.

Wanda and I have spoken a lot over the last day. We've shared our pain and sadness, whilst making sure we come up with a plan to help her with her recovery and to ultimately gain her forgiveness.

We both know that Y/n will not forgive us easily, if at all. But that doesn't mean that we're not going to try with everything in us. For too long we've allowed her to go about her life thinking that we don't love or care for her anymore. She has every right to feel that way after how we've treated her. But she will not ever question that again.

The both of us are sat in silence, both of us watching over our daughter. My eyes are trained on her chest, making sure that she is still breathing, gaining a lot of comfort from the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. However, the silence doesn't last long until the door flies open.

Out of instinct, both Wanda and I shoot up from our seats and take a defensive stance in front of our daughter to protect her from any danger. However, we soon relax when we see Yelena's worried face. "I came as soon as I could." She tells us as she moves closer to the bed, her hand hesitant as it reaches out towards her niece.

Yelena has been away for most of the time over the last few years. She's been helping to find all the widows and has only come back for a couple of days at a time. Each time though, she has always made time for us. "How is she?" She asks, as I pull up another chair for my sister.

"It's not good. She's still in critical condition. They had to remove part of her liver, but Cho reckons that if she can get through these first few days, that she'll be on track for a full recovery." I fill her in as her eyes never leave Y/n. "Clint said that it was a double agent that set her up." She states and we nod in clarification. "I'll be paying a visit to Fury when I'm done here." She announces, an anger to her voice. "We've tried to see him, but Fury won't let us anywhere near him." Wanda warns her but Yelena just scoffs. "I'll get to him one way or another." She states and I believe her. She's incredibly protective of the people she loves, and she'll want to make sure that he pays. I actually hope that she does.

"Wait, you said you were with Clint?" I question her and she nods. "Yeah, he was with me on my last mission. He's waiting outside, he didn't want to intrude." She responds, pointing towards the window behind her where Clint is stood with a young girl next to him. "Who's with him?" I ask. "Kate Bishop. Clint's stray. He's going to see if she can join Shield." Yelena explains. "She was with us and had no where else to go so I said she could stay here for now." She adds on. If Clint thinks she's worthy of Shield, then I believe that she is. She must also be good if Yelena has been working with her. She wouldn't let anyone help who would slow her down.

"How long are you back for?" Wanda steps in with her own question, making my own ears prick up for her response. "As long as I need to be. I want to be around to help with her recovery." Yelena replies, making me smile. Y/n is going to need all the help she can get, and she adores Yelena, so I'm glad that she's not going anywhere any time soon.

After a while, we indicate for Clint and Kate to come in. We go through our introduction, and I can see how enthusiastic Kate is. She's very chatty and I'm surprise she's not pissed off Clint and Yelena yet though! "I read about Y/n in the Young Initiative files." Kate shares. "Did you know she is the only recruit to ever get a perfect score. She could have passed the exams two years ago and still topped the class." She tells us enthusiastically. "Sounds like you're a fan." Yelena teases her, making the young girl blush. "I guess when your parents are the Black Widow and the Scarlett Witch, you're going to be good." Kate chuckles.

It makes my gaze drop, something that Yelena clocks on to instantly. She's not been around so hasn't seen how we've treated Y/n. I'm actually worried for when I tell her. She's going to hate us for it and I'd be surprised if she even lets us stay around Y/n. "Y/n did it all on her own. With a little help from Steve. Her talent has come from her own ability and desire to be the best." Wanda corrects Kate, showing that we have no claim to how good Y/n is at being an agent. "Oh, that's even more impressive then. You must be really proud." She smiles at us and we both nod. "More than she'll ever know." I mutter.

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When Kate and Clint leave, Yelena is quick to question Wanda and I. We tell her of what's been going on and how ashamed we are and how much we want to be able to fix everything. "You don't deserve to fix it." She spits angrily at us. "It's no excuse to say that you got lost in the boys. Y/n is your daughter too and she needed you." She shouts, calling us both out on our actions. "We know Yelena. We can't take back how we've treated her. But I promise that we won't every do anything like that again!" I tell her sincerely. "No, you won't. I won't let you. If you are going to be back in her life as the parents you should have been, you have to be all in. You promised to be better than we had Natasha!" She tells me firmly with a finger jabbing into my chest.

"I know Yelena. I wish I had a valid excuse or reason for what we did. I will never forgive myself. I will always have a hatred towards myself for ever making her feel the way we did. But I'm not going to wallow and hide away from it. I want to own up to the mistake and try and fix it. I know that it's not going to be an easy fix, but I will stay here and face the brunt of the anger and pain that she's feeling because I will not give up on her. Not again." I tell her passionate. "Neither of us will. I promise you Yelena, we will do everything in our power to fix this." Wanda steps up and adds her own promise, taking my hand. At least we have each other through all of this.

Yelena doesn't speak, she just looks between the two of us, her chest heaving with anger. It's intimidating to be the one on the receiving end, but we deserve it. I'm glad that Yelena is here. She simple nods her head and that is the subject over with. For now.

That night, my body ultimately wins, and I end up getting a couple of hours sleep. Though it's full of nightmares that I can't seem to escape and then when I wake up, I'm terrified that Y/n will be awake already and I'll have missed it. But when my body wakes with a jolt, I'm met with my sleeping wife and still unconscious daughter.

I stretch out and move closer to the bed and take Y/n's bruised hand in my own. "I can't lose you. You are my daughter, blood or not and I love you so much. I know I haven't shown that to you and there is no excuse for that. I also know that you have every right to never forgive me. So, my only request, is please wake up. Please survive. I don't think I can live in a world without you in it." I plead with her. Hoping that somewhere in her subconscious she can hear me. I squeeze her hand, hoping for any response, but nothing comes.

The day goes by slower than usual. That is until Cho comes in to check on Y/n and gives us the good news that she should be able to breathe without the ventilator now. Wanda and I step outside as we watch through the window. We're holding on to each other tightly as we watch. "This is good. She's strong and this is the first step to her waking up." Wanda speaks. I can hear the hesitation in her voice, showing that she is trying to convince herself more than anything. "You're right. She is so strong. I know she's going to wake up soon." I add on, smiling at my wife.

Cho soon joins us with a smile. "She's doing well. She's now breathing easily on her own. I expect she'll wake up within a few hours. I'll be back to do a full examination then so we can assess her injuries." She informs us. I feel a sense of relief wash over me. Hopefully it won't be long until our daughter is back with us.

The next couple of hours seems to drag by. Clint, Yelena and Kate all paid another visit but left to try and sort a room out for Kate in the compound. Steve was then the next to join us, taking a seat at the end of Y/n's bed. It's a long wait until we finally see a twitch to Y/n's eye.

I'm the first to my feet, leaning over to see if I had imagined the small movement. "Y/n, honey. It's mama. Can you hear me?" I ask her, fighting off the tears threatening to fall. With a flutter, her blues eyes lock on to mine. "She squeezed my hand." Wanda says excitedly. "Baby, we're here." She tells Y/n, who's got a confused look in her eyes.

"You're in the medical wing sweetheart. You got shot on your mission." I explain to her. "S-t-Steve." She stutters out. "He's fine. He's here." I reassure her, waving for Steve to come closer. "Hey kiddo. Boy we're glad to see you awake." He tells her with a relived smile. One that she returns. "I'll got and get Dr Cho." Wanda states, quickly leaving the room. "T-the m-mission." Y/n starts but Steve is quick to stop her. "Is not to worry about right now. Just know it wasn't your fault. But we'll explain it when you're doing better." He tells her, earning a nod. She reaches out her hand to Steve and he instantly takes it. "You're not allowed to scare us like that again." He chuckles, his voice wavering.

"S-sorry." She replies, her eyes fluttering again. "It's ok sweetheart. Don't fight it if you want to sleep again." I tell her softly. She doesn't really acknowledge me, but she does seem to listen as her eyes flutter shut once again.

They don't stay closed for long though, soon woken up by Cho as she comes in with a wide smile. "There's my favourite patient." She smiles at Y/n, who grins in return. "I bet you s-say that to e-everyone." Y/n responds through a struggled chuckle. "But with you I actually mean it." Cho winks, before looking over Y/n's chart and obs.

She takes the time to explain Y/n's injuries to her and the plan for her recovery. I see her face drop when she realises she's going to be in the hospital for at least another week before being on strict bed rest when she's discharged. "I'll be around if you need anything or have any questions. So please get one of the nurses to get me if you need me. That goes for all of you." Dr Cho offers. "Thank you. For everything." I tell her sincerely. She gives me a tightly smile before turning on her heel and leaving the three of us too it.

With Cho gone, it's silent in the med bay as Wanda, Steve and I just watch over Y/n. She is struggling to keep her eyes open, but I can see a pain in them when they lock on to mine. "You should get some rest kiddo." Steve speaks up as Y/n nods in return. "W-will you s-stay?" She asks, making Steve smile widely. "Of course." He returns, moving to get another chair to sit with us. At that confirmation, Y/n seems comfortable enough to let her eyes close and for sleep to take back over.

It's almost agony to see her asleep once again. We've been waiting for so long for her to wake up, for her to be asleep so soon is tough. I almost want to start apologising and showing her that we're going to change and it's going to stick. But I don't want to overwhelm her. At the moment, her recovery is the most important thing. As much as I hate it, earning her forgiveness will have to wait.

"Now she's awake, you two should head to your apartment. See the twins, eat some proper food, and get some sleep. I can stay with her." Steve offers, but I'm quick to decline. "I don't want to leave her." I tell him, whilst gripping her hand tighter, my eyes not leaving her sleeping form. Steve lets out a sigh. "She'll be asleep for a while, and she needs you both on top form." He tells us.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see Wanda smiling warmly at me. I hadn't even noticed that she had moved from the other side of the bed. "Steve's right. We've been here for days. If we want to do what's right by Y/n, then we need to look after ourselves as well." She speaks sense.

With a huff I stand from my seat and lean forward to press a kiss to Y/n's head. "We'll be back later sweetheart. I love you so much." I tell her softly then move so that Wanda can say goodbye too. With one last look to our daughter, we both reluctantly leave. Though I smile when I see Steve move closer and take Y/n's hand in his own. Although I will forever regret how we have treated Y/n, I'm glad that she has had Steve there for her.

Y/n's POV:

Well, that was not how I wanted my first mission to go. I wanted to impress everyone, not end up in the med bay with part of my liver missing! Waking up was a weird experience. Seeing my parents' faces were the last thing I expected to see. They seem genuinely worried, but that was probably all a front for everyone else. They can't be seen to not care about the daughter they've ignored for the last few years.

When I wake up next, I see Steve smile down at me. "You're still here." I say and he nods. "Of course. I wanted to make sure that you're ok." He replies, making my own smile grow. I look around and my smile drops when I see that my moms aren't here. I can't hide that it hurts a little that they didn't stick around. But I shouldn't care about that. They haven't cared about me.

"Should have guessed they would go once I woke up." I complain, wincing as I try to adjust myself in bed. "Careful Y/n/n." Steve scolds me as he shoots to his feet to help adjust my pillows. "I told them to go." He admits and I look at him with a frown. "Not like that. But they have not left your side since you were brought in. They weren't looking after themselves and if they are going to help you through your recovery, they need to be at 100%" He explains but I just scoff.

"I don't need their help with my recovery. They didn't care before I was hurt, they don't get to care now." I groan. Steve takes his seat again and looks at me with his, "I know I'm right" look. "Y/n. I know you don't believe it, but they do care for you. They were cut up when you got hurt. They were devastated that they wouldn't have the chance to be able to make things up to you." He says. I roll my eyes, but he continues. "Look, I'm not saying you have to forgive them. But you can't question how much they have cared for you over the last few days."

"Fine, but I'm not going back to their place to recover." I huff, folding my arms. "Considering you've been shot and in a medically induced coma for the last few days, it's good to see it hasn't affected your attitude." Steve teases.

We sit in silence as I think about my parents. They surely can't think that just because they've been sat beside my bed whilst I've been hurt is going to make up for everything that they have done over the years? Who's to say that they won't go back to how they were once I'm healed? I have a place at Sheild now. Somewhere that I can make a name for myself and create my own family.

"I'm sorry I messed up the mission." I break the silence, my mind now moving on to the fact I failed at my first mission. "You didn't fail anything kiddo. We were set up. If anything, I should apologise to you. They were after me, but you were the one to get hurt. You did a great job of take on as many agents as you did." He explains, taking my hand in his. "You fought, and it's because of your skill and ability that you're alive. You impressed everyone." He assures me, running his thumb over my bruised knuckles.

Our moment is broken when my moms walk back in. "You're awake!" Mom says excitedly as both her and mama move into the room quickly. Steve moves back from my side, which I frown at as mama takes my hand in hers. I'm quick to pull it away. The hurt that flashes across her face doesn't go unnoticed, but I'm not in the mood to pretend like everything is ok right now.

"How are you feeling?" Mom asks, appearing to my left. "I'm fine." I respond shortly, receiving a warning raised eyebrow from Steve. "Are you in pain? I can get the nurse to come in and get you some pain killers." Mom fusses. "I'm fine." I repeat the same words. "That's not true, you've been wincing since you've woken up." Steve rats me out. Traitor. "If a 40 calibre bullet went through you, I'm sure you'd be wincing too." I snap. "Told you. Amazing how your attitude hasn't changed." Steve chuckles.

However, both my mom's look at me with worried looks. "I'm going to get Dr Cho. You look pale." Mom worries before rushing out the room.

Mama reaches forward and places her hand on my head, which I quickly try and move away from her touch. "You're hot. I hope you're not running a fever." She states. "Like you care." I mumble, but she hears it and that look of hurt appears on her face again. "Look Y/n. I know you believe that we don't care or love you. But that couldn't be further from the truth. I want nothing more than to talk to you about it and start to make up for everything. But right now, all that matters is your recovery. You can hate us and ignore us or yell at us, but we are not going anywhere." She states firmly, her eyes locked on to mine. I just roll my eyes and turn to look at Dr Cho who has walking into the room.

She checks me over and I notice the frown on her face. "What's up?" I question. "I'm worried about your temperature. I want to run some tests, but with the inflammation to your incision, I'm worried you've got an infection. It's nothing to worry about as we've caught it early. But we'll need to keep a close eye on you." She replies. "So, no discharge yet then." I huff.

Cho chuckles and looks up from my chart. "It's funny you think you were close even without this infection." She teases. "Aren't you meant to be nice to me? I'm a patient after all." I pout. "If I'm on good behaviour, can I get out early?" I plead. "Maybe in a week. But you'll be on strict bed rest and need to be cared for. You're still technically a minor." Cho breaks the news and I know exactly what she's getting at. "But I'm 18 in like 4 days! Besides, I literally got shot on a mission for Shield. Surely that's enough?" I argue.

"Y/n, you are going to struggle to walk, let alone be able to properly look after yourself. Even after you're 18, you'll need support during your recovery. It isn't a simple road ahead for you." Dr Cho returns. "So, what are you saying?" I get straight to the point. "I'm recommending that you are discharged to your family. You'll be in the compound so if anything goes wrong, you can get the right medical attention straight away." She explains. "Really? There are no other options. Can't I stay with Steve or something?" I ask but she shakes her head.

"Y/n, come on. It's what is best for you. Your moms will be there to help. I'll be away on missions so can't give you the care you need." Steve speaks up, but soon shrinks back as I glare at him. "Really, what makes you think that I'll get the care I need at home?" I growl, my anger building. "Y/n..." Mama starts but I cut her off. "No! You can't just stand there and act like the caring parents when you have done nothing to back that claim up. I've been the forgotten daughter for years! Slowly I have been pushed out this family and now you want me to just act like everything is ok and trust that you'll look after me?!" I yell, that frustration finally finding its way out.

"Y/n, you need to calm down. Your heartrate is getting too high." Dr Cho tries to calm me down. "Kiddo. You're ok. You need to give them a chance." Steve tries to reason. "A chance like I was given? I've practically raised myself these last few years!" I snap. Why is he suddenly defending them?!

"Please sweetheart. You're going to make yourself sicker. We want to be there for you. We're not denying how badly we've treated you. But I promise that it will never happen again. You'll be safe with us. We just want to be able to care for you and help you get to full health." Mama speaks, her eyes filled with tears. I look between her, and mom and I see that she's almost inconsolable. "Do I have a choice?" I sigh, turning to Cho. "Technically, yes. But physically, you won't be able to follow through with it." She breaks the bad news. Suddenly the sounds of my heart monitor becomes noticeable so I lie back and take a couple of deep breaths. I can feel all their eyes on me, and I let out a sigh. "Fine whatever." I respond. I just need to do everything that Cho tells me so I can heal as fast as possible and move back to Shield and start my life again.

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The next few days are not fun. My infection hit me pretty hard, and I spent a lot of time either sweating or freezing whilst fighting the urge to throw up. I hate being stuck in this bed and I just want to be healthy again and being able to go on missions. Before it went south, I was loving it. Even if it was just a small one.

I'm also finding it hard that my mothers are suddenly around all the time. Mama is much better at not smothering me. Mom on the other hand, she is always fussing. But that's her and I used to love it when I was younger, when she actually cared about my wellbeing. "Wands, she's already said she has enough pillows." Mama sighs, her own frustrations growing. "Yes, sorry you did." Mom apologises, slowly putting the pillow down she had in her hands.

"Can I get you anything else? Some food. Though the food here is pretty horrible. When you're back home, I'll make sure to cook you something tasty with the food you're allowed to eat." She starts to ramble. I'm not going to lie, that does sound amazing, and I'd kill for a bowl of paprikash right now. I remember when mom taught me how to cook it. It was one of the last memories I have of us spending quality time together.

I don't realise I'm smiling until I see both my parents looking at me warmly. I quickly shake it off, not wanting to let them think that I'm enjoying this in the slightest. "You know what. A sandwich would be good." I say, taking them both by surprise. I've not been very talkative, but I could do with a break right now. I know I won't be able to get rid of both of them, but I can at least take a break from mom fussing.

"Of course. I'll go and make you something up and bring it down. The bread is always dry here." She speaks, grabbing a couple of things and turning to leave. "Maybe I'll check with Cho if you could have a smoothy." She mumbles, making mama chuckle as she leaves.

I let out a breath of relief. I feel slightly less suffocated. But I am still very aware of mama's eyes boring into me. I'm used to her being quiet. She always observes, making her conclusions before talking when it's necessary. But seeing her now, it feels different. I'm pretty good at reading people and I can tell that she is lost in her own thoughts. I've only seen her like it a couple of times before and it's been after particularly difficult missions. Ones that bring up bad memories for her.

I grab the TV remote and try and find something to watch. I end up with Rizzoli and Isles on. I don't really watch it, but the sound is helping to break the awkward silence. Just after they break the case in the show, I notice mama sit more upright in her seat.

"When I found you in Hydra, I knew instantly that I wanted to help you. There was something about you that melted my heart. When we found out that you had no family to return you to, it wasn't even a question, I knew I was going to adopt you. In that short space of time, I had spent with you, I grew to love you." She starts. I don't look to her, my focus on the TV.

"Even though you had been through so much, you had this happiness around you. You were grateful for everything and found the joy in the smallest thing. I just wanted to give you a life that you deserved. When I married Wanda, I was so happy that I could give you two loving parents." From the corner of my eye, I can see her smile tearily as she picks at the skin around her fingers.

"I failed you Y/n. When I adopted you, I promised that I would be the best parent to you. That you would never want for anything. What's worse, is I never even noticed what I was doing. What we were both doing. I've always prided myself on being able to read people, but I couldn't see the damage I was doing to my own daughter." She continues, pain evident in her voice.

"I wish I could go back in time to change how we acted with you. To include you fully with the twins, to support you in your work in the Shield Programme. To show that even with the boys, you were loved and an integral part of this family. All I can do is apologise and promise that we are not going to let that happen again." She finishes, finally look up to me, a couple of tears falling down her cheeks.

"It's been years. We're not just talking about a couple of months here." I speak up, still not able to lock eyes with her. "Steve became more of a parent for me than the two of you." I admit, and that seems to make mama's heart break a little more. "Is it because I'm not biologically yours and moms?" I ask, my voice shaking.

Mama is quickly to her feet and takes my hand in between both of hers. "No. Of course not Detka, and I will forever hate myself that I've allowed you to think otherwise." She tries to reassure me, a panic in her eyes. "I wish I could give you a reason for why we acted like we did. Initially, it was because we were so focused on the boys, but after that, I have no idea. I wish I could pinpoint why, maybe it would make this all easier. I know you probably don't believe it, but I love you as much as those boys. Blood doesn't matter to me. You are my daughter as much as they are my sons. I know and feel that through every fibre of my body." She expresses. The sincerity is evident in both her voice and facial expressions. "Saying sorry isn't going to fix this. You only knew what you were doing because I called you out on it. Had I not gotten shot, would you have made any effort to rectify what was wrong?" I question her, my anger growing.

"We wanted to. We were planning on taking you to breakfast to talk and work out a way that we could make things right with you. But you had gone, and we couldn't get to you. You have a lot of people at Sheild that love you." She chuckles humourlessly. That is true. Maria is like an aunt to me and her and Fury happily kept my room allocation secret, "Look, I know that we don't deserve your forgiveness, but it doesn't mean that we are going to stop trying." She states firmly.

"It's not that simple mama. I have learnt to live without you now and I've got my own place with Shield. We can both move on with you getting your perfect biological family and I get the career I want." I say, but that only makes mama cry more. "No, our family is only perfect if you are in it too!" She almost shouts, but she's quick to calm herself down. "Look, we've got to live together through your recovery, let's just see how things go after that ok." She proposes. "Fine, but I can't promise anything will change." I respond and she nods. "I know. But I'm going to try everything to earn your forgiveness." She comes back with a newfound confidence.

We fall back into a silence, one that feels more comfortable. Mama looks less stressed, but her brow is still furrowed. When mom returns, the quiet is broken again, despite mama trying to get her to calm down. I try not to smile when she tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I miss this caring side of my parents so much. But for me, it's too little, too late.

Part 3

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