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noturlondonboy · 6 months ago

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If Kate + Kate Makes Two… (Prt. 1)

-Bishova/Kate Bishop ¿Selfcest? Miniseries

Requested by @selfcestmovies

Masterlist

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop

Summary: Kate doesn’t notice all the little signs pointing towards some sort of space-time dimensional fuckery, but it’s a little harder to ignore when a second Kate Bishop walks into her apartment.

Warnings: Not proof read

A/N: part one of five-ish? We’ll see. Enjoy!

Kate Bishop should’ve figured that something was up the moment she walked into her apartment, for as scatterbrained she could often be, she was nothing short of attentive. Except that the blistering cold outside had been so much worse than she expected, the weather forecast having seemingly changed its mind overnight, and her head had been a jumble of plans for her and Yelena’s one-year anniversary in the coming weeks.

Ah, yes, dating. Kate still felt so new to it.

She spares only a confused glance at the furniture arrangements as she kicks her shoes off and hangs up her coat. (Hadn’t she gotten rid of those converse a few months ago?) The chairs and couches and coffee table had all been rearranged yet again, but strangely enough, they’d gone back to their old layout.

Maybe Yelena changed her mind about the new look they’d been trying out for their living room? Kate frowns softly to herself but ultimately shrugs it off, humming quietly as she turns on lights and wanders into the small kitchen, searching for something that could count as a snack. Opening up the cupboards, however, has her pausing again.

A few different sugar cereals, a couple cans of tuna and wet dog food, and a half full jar of peanut butter are all that greet her. The archer blinks a few times, her frost-bitten brain struggling to understand. Ever since they had started dating, Yelena had been an enthusiast about getting Kate to eat like an actual human and not some brain dead animal- which, first of all, ow. Hence Kate’s confusion; normally, the kitchen was well stocked with a wide variety of ingredients and prepped meals and different, easy snacks for Kate to grab when thinking was a little too hard.

Her lips stay pulled into a frown as she narrows her eyes and stares at the peanut butter accusingly, as if the jar alone was responsible for the disappearance of the other foods. Kate eventually folds, however, grabbing it with a sigh and digging out a spoon from the cutlery drawer by the sink. (Which was mercifully unchanged- Kate had admittedly bought more utensils for the apartment before she and Yelena had even gotten together.)

Unscrewing the lid from the jar, Kate wanders back out of the kitchen and plops a spoonful of peanut butter into her mouth, blissfully content with some simple protein. She pokes around at the blanket pile on the floor with her feet, hoping to locate the Nintendo Switch she thought she had left downstairs, but when her futile efforts reveal no such device, she sighs and sets the peanut butter down reluctantly in order to do a more thorough search. Lo and behold, the Switch is where it’s actually supposed to be- charging quietly in its docking station underneath the tv. Kate hums a low laugh to herself as she grabs the console, and she reunites with the peanut butter a moment later before bringing both with her as she heads upstairs.

The lack of small details around the apartment evades her usually keen notice as well- there are significantly less picture frames on the walls, which usually hold shots of Yelena and Kate together, or the dogs cuddled up with them, and the small hints of said blonde that had slowly overrun the apartment are barely minuscule. Kate, in her solely peanut butter and Animal Crossing focused haze, doesn’t notice anything amiss.

The turning point, of course, for all of these details and occurrences to finally click together in Kate’s head, is the moment she opens up Animal Crossing on the Switch to find her island looking nearly archaic.

She shoots up from where she had propped herself up in a pile of pillows and blankets, the peanut butter jar rolling from her lap as she stares at the screen in front of her. Her little character stares blankly back, blissfully unaware that black magic had clearly invaded her world and transformed her mansion back into a shed, her carefully selected outfit into an unflattering ensemble of dull colored rags.

Kate’s mouth falls open as her brow scrunches, confusion and well founded panic bubbling up as the little world inside the console continues to show nothing but regressed houses, little to no thought on plant and walkway placement, and villagers that had moved out months ago.

“I don’t… what…?” the archer mumbles to herself, her hands nearly shaking as she pokes around until the absence of a properly built museum causes her to turn the device off and set it aside. It was silly, she knew that. But the game had become one of the things that helped bring her down on hard days and anchor her whenever Yelena was gone on long missions. Whatever had happened, either to the console or the game itself, it was difficult to not feel a little devastated about the loss of progress.

And utterly confused about how and why it had happened.

Kate digs her phone from her pocket, her eyes flickering over the screen as she searches for Yelena’s contacts. Her fingers still before they can tap on it. Several things register in her head all at once.

One, Yelena’s contact still said Yelena with a little heart. Kate had changed it to Macaroni Baby at their six months.

Two, her Lock Screen had changed. Both it and her homepage were supposed to show recent pictures of Yelena with her new haircut, smile bright and eyes twinkling as she squished her face close to the dogs. But now, one screen showed a selfie of Yelena in her old braid and tactical suit after a long day, a weary smile on her face, and the other was a picture of Lucky and Fanny that Kate remembered taking over a year ago.

And three, what probably should’ve freaked her out first- the date and time in the corner of the screen.

“Nope, nope, I’m not doing this right now,” she mutters, breathing picked up as she discards her phone on the nightstand and scurries back downstairs. The smaller things are starting to catch her eye now- where Yelena’s shoes usually sit in a neat row next to Kate’s messy pile by the front door, only a single pair of Doc Martens now rests. The hook that Yelena installed one night at three am above the light switch for the dog’s leashes is mysteriously gone, without any sign that it was ever there in the first place.

“What the fuck. What the fuck.” Kate rubs at her eyes furiously and blinks around at the apartment, her heart thumping at her ribs in an attempt to escape. She was losing her mind. Seeing things. Going crazy. Maybe she just needed to sleep. Maybe this was a prank. Maybe this was just-

“Kate Bishoppppp!” Yelena’s voice rings out from behind the front door, the sound of the key in the lock jingling before the blonde pushes through the door and into the apartment.

Kate is to her in a flash, her arms around her girlfriend and her head buried in her neck before the other woman even has time to set her bag down. Yelena lets out a little oof, quickly hugging the archer to her and deigning to simply drop her stuff onto the floor.

”Hi, Kate Bishop,” Yelena says softly, her tone amused. “Are you alright?”

“Just a little freaked,” Kate mumbles quietly, burrowing her nose into her girlfriend’s neck and giving herself a moment to simply breathe her in, completely missing the way the blonde’s breath hitches in her chest. “The last hour has been real fuckin’ weird.”

“How so?” Yelena pulls away from her softly, her hands gentle on Kate’s hips- so far from the rough, possessive grip that Kate had recently gotten used to whenever her girlfriend knew that she was feeling anxious.

“Well first when I got home all the cupboards-” Her voice falters, and Kate stares at Yelena for a moment after bringing her head back up. “Yelena,” she chokes out, “your hair.”

The assassin’s brow furrows, and she brings a hand up to her long, intricate golden braid. “What? Did I miss a piece?”

Kate stumbles away, slipping from Yelena’s arms and shaking her head. What the hell was happening? “Did you… did you get a wig, or something?” she asks, her voice climbing in pitch.

Yelena frowns deeply, now officially worried. “Kate, this is my normal hair,” she says carefully, her eyes narrowing. “Are you okay?”

“This isn’t funny,” the archer mutters frantically, her eyes wide as her heart rate picks up again. “This isn’t funny, Yelena, you can stop messing with me now.”

“What’s not funny, Kate? What’s going on?” Yelena has her hands out in front of her carefully, her lips pursed as she takes in her girlfriend’s state of supposed delirium.

The young archer puts her hand over her chest, her head starting to spin as she whips her phone back out, something in her jumping sharply as the incorrect date stays the same. “This- do you see this? The date?”

“Yes, Kate Bishop,” the blonde says slowly, her tone careful as if Kate is a spooked animal. “It’s the 18th.”

“But it’s not,” Kate chokes out, turning the screen back to her to stare frantically down at the device. “It’s not 2026, it’s 2025, and the cupboards are empty, and the furniture is weird, and my Animal Crossing island is all rewound or some shit-”

“Ekaterina,” Yelena says sternly, her hands catching Kate’s and twining their fingers together. She grabs the archer’s phone and sets it aside, pulling the woman close. “Please, you are hyperventilating and scaring me. Did something happen? What are you talking about?”

Kate can feel the room spinning around her, and she feels like she’s going to be sick as she struggles to meet Yelena’s eyes. “I think I’m dead. Or I’m going crazy. Or I’m in a coma.”

“You’re not dead, Kate.” Yelena gently tugs her to the couch and makes her sit down, her hands careful. “Please, detka. Breathe.”

Kate lets herself sink down into the cushions, her chest feeling much too tight as she does her best to force air into her lungs. Yelena’s hand is gentle in hers, and she holds onto it tightly. She was always an anchor.

“Breathe, myshka, just breathe.” Yelena’s voice is soothing as she keeps her fingers tangled with Kate’s, her free hand smoothing frazzled strands of dark hair from the archer’s face. “You’re alright.”

“God, I feel nauseous,” Kate mumbles thickly, squeezing her eyes shut. “What the fuck.”

Yelena squeezes her hand tightly, her brow furrowed as she glances around the apartment anxiously. What on Earth had Kate Bishop so worked up?

“I’m going to get you some water, Kate,” Yelena says gently, standing from the couch after a moment and pressing a kiss to the brunette’s head. Kate only mumbles something unintelligible in response, her hand over her eyes.

She can vaguely hear Yelena finding a glass in the kitchen, and then the sound of the tap running, but the quiet ambiance is interrupted when the front door opens yet again.

“Oh, Yelena! I didn’t know you were planning on coming over early!”

Kate’s eyes slam open so hard she swears she can hear her skull crack.

Her head whirls around as she kneels up on the couch, her mouth dry and heart thudding like a dead weight to the bottom of her stomach when she hears and then sees the person who just entered the apartment. The woman. The archer. The, the- fucking-

Her. That was her.

Kate Bishop.

The glass in Yelena’s hand falls to the floor, but the assassin has an arm pressed into the other woman’s (a clone? A doppelgänger?) throat before the sound of glass shattering can reach Kate’s ringing ears.

“Who the fuck are you?” the blonde growls, her eyes sharp as she pins this new Kate Bishop down.

The Other Kate lets out a yelp when she’s slammed back against the wall, her hands flying up in surrender as her pupils shrink to pinpricks. “Woah, woah, Yelena! Hey, it’s just me! It’s Kate!”

“What… what the fuck?” Kate stammers out, her head spinning as she gets to her feet and goes around the couch, her hand propped on the back of it to keep herself steady. The Other Kate’s eyes fly to her, and panicked blue meets panicked blue.

“What the fuck?!”

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noturlondonboy · 5 months ago

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If Kate + Kate Makes Two… (Prt. 2)

-Bishova/Kate Bishop ¿Selfcest? Miniseries

Request and concept art images by @selfcestmovies

Masterlist

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop

Summary: Yelena takes the two Kates to visit Dr. Strange, who counsels with Wanda Maximoff and America Chavez about Kate’s predicament. However, they aren’t lucky enough to provide good news, and Kate is left feeling even more discouraged.

Warnings: angst, not proof read

A/N: another! Welcome Wanda and America, I missed you

The thick coat wrapped snugly around Kate’s body does absolutely nothing against the persistent chill in Dr. Strange’s spooky magic apartment- the saline sanctum or some shit, she was too freaked to remember or frankly even care- and pulling it closer to herself only serves to make her shiver harder.

“God, I hate it here,” she whispers weakly to herself, teeth chattering as her eyes dart around anxiously.

“Tell me about it,” her own voice says softly back.

Kate’s head whips to meet identical blue eyes, and she swallows thickly as her face pales for the millionth time that day. The Other Kate was walking a few feet behind her, with a very concerned Yelena between the two of them as they followed behind Dr. Strange. Kate doesn’t respond to her (to herself? What the fuck) and just turns back around to stare at the floor as they walk. She doesn’t see the flash of disappointment in Other Kate’s eyes (HER eyes) when she looks away.

“Strange? Where are we going?” Yelena calls out, her deep voice as irritated as it is worried. Kate finds herself shuffling closer to her girlfriend, (???) the blonde the only source of comfort she currently could find.

Yelena must notice her unease, because gentle fingers trail over her arm. They’re only there for a moment, however, before they disappear and the woman’s hand falls into that of Other Kate.

Kate swallows again, hugging herself tighter. Maybe the cold had nothing to do with her discomfort. Seeing her girlfriend view her with weary confusion was doing something mean to her heart, but then again, Kate can’t blame her. She still does a double take every time she looks back and sees a long golden braid and not the choppy cut she had been recently accustomed to.

But also, there was an exact duplicate of herself back there, too, so, y’know. What the fuck’s all around.

“Run me by exactly what happened, again?” the sorcerer finally says, his voice interrupting the panicked spiral Kate had been sinking into as he glances at her. He leads them into a long hallway and then into a side room with high pillars and bookshelves lining the walls, and Kate has to take a moment to adjust to the dim lighting.

“Well,” she mumbles, tugging anxiously at the coat on her shoulders, “I got home. Um. Everything seemed pretty normal for the most part at first. But then different things kept popping out at me.”

“Like what?” Strange doesn’t look back at her again, his magic pulling several books from the walls and hovering them down to him.

“I’m used to the cupboards being pretty well stocked, but they were a little pathetic,” the archer says, laughing weakly. There’s a soft noise of complaint from Other Kate behind her, but it’s quickly hushed by Yelena. “And the furniture was back to its old arrangement.”

She leaves out the part about her devastation when discovering the Stone Age Animal Crossing island.

The sorcerer hums to himself as he leads through books, his mouth a thin line. “This sounds like a pretty simple problem,” he eventually says, his eyes finding Kate’s. “This isn’t the first time I’ve seen people get a little misplaced in time like this.”

“So you think it’s time travel?” Yelena speaks up, her voice weary. “Why didn’t just her brain do the traveling?” The blonde stops and looks between the two Kates. “Does that make sense?”

Strange doesn’t give any of them a chance to respond before he’s opening up another book. “In most cases of singular personnel time travel, you would be correct, Yelena. The conscious awareness would be the only thing aware of any change. Usually, we don’t end up with double of someone unless there were outside forces pulling some strings.”

Kate can feel her head throbbing, and she presses a hand to her eyes as they ache in her skull. “I don’t fucking understand. Someone else pulled some shit and space-timed me out of place, or something?”

“Or something,” Other Kate mutters under her breath, shifting nervously on her feet. Yelena’s hand twines with hers again. Kate bites back against the bitterness in her throat.

“Alright, keep telling me what happened,” Strange beckons, his eyes darting over the pages of several different books as they float in the air above him.

Kate swallows. “Ok, well… Yelena got back to the apartment, and I freaked out, because she suddenly had long hair again, and then I had to sit down because I was freaking out more, and then another me walked through the door.”

“And she passed out,” Yelena adds, incredibly unhelpfully.

Kate shoots her a look, but she wilts when she sees the weariness in the assassin’s eyes. God, she would give anything to curl up in bed right now and sleep all the confusion away.

Dr. Strange nods and hums to himself. “I’m going to call on Wanda and America and we’ll figure something out. In the meantime, Kate, Yelena, you need to keep her in your line of sight at all times.”

Kate opens her mouth to comment but stops when the two women behind her mutter their agreements, and Kate turns to look at them with a puzzled expression. “Wait, me? I don’t need to be babysat.”

“You’re the anomaly here,” Strange says simply, shrugging as his magic swirls around him. He disappears through a sparking portal without another word, and Kate stares at where he had been just moments before.

“What the actual fuck,” she mutters to herself, rubbing her hands down her face. Nothing but silence greets her back, and when she glances at Yelena and Other Kate, they’re watching her with a sense of unease and confusion.

“This isn’t a fucking zoo, you can stop staring,” Kate mumbles weakly, her shoulders drooping as the situation seems to really hit her. She lets out a breath and sinks down to the door against a pillar, resting her head between her knees and wrapping her arms over her neck.

There are soft whispers and some shuffling from the two others in the room, and after a moment, a soft hand rests on her knee. The archer glances up with tired eyes, meeting Yelena’s gaze.

“Are you alright, Kate Bishop?”

The familiar title has tears building in the back of her throat, and Kate shakes her head as her lips press into a thin line. “I’m scared,” she admits, her voice breaking.

Yelena’s eyes are kind, and they ease some of the tension in Kate’s chest. “This feels like the kind of thing you’d be all over,” she says softly, her head tilting. A few feet away, Other Kate is nodding slowly, her expression thoughtful.

“I know, right?” Kate laughs tearfully, pressing a palm to her eyes as they start to leak. “I’ve always been so interested in space-time shit. I just never thought I would actually see it happen to me. And just the fact that I don’t remember how or why it happened… I don’t know.”

Yelena squeezes her knee gently. “I’m sure we’ll be able to figure out what happened and get you back to where you belong.”

Kate stares at the blonde for a moment before a humorless chuckle sounds in her throat. “This is so fucking weird. I want to kiss you, because you’re my girlfriend, but at the same time you’re not.”

“Yeah, that’s gotta feel weird,” the Other Kate mutters, her eyebrows scrunched. Yelena nods in agreement and purses her lips.

“What’s your Yelena like?” the Yelena in front of her asks, head tilted to the side. “Is she much different? Is your universe completely changed, or is it just older?”

“It’s just older, from what I can tell,” Kate says quietly, feeling grateful for the excuse to talk about her girlfriend. To… herself. And… her girlfriend?

Jesus Christ.

“You, um… she…? You have shorter hair. You got it cut just recently.” Kate smiles weakly and rubs at her eyes. “It’s really pretty.”

Yelena’s cheeks go a little pink, and at the same time, Other Kate looks down at her girlfriend with a soft whistle. “You would look super good with short hair, babe,” she agrees.

“She does.” Kate and Other Kate share a smile for the first time, and Yelena glances between the two of them.

“Strange better figure out how to send you back,” the blonde mutters, and both archers give her a puzzled look. She rolls her eyes and stands, brushing her knees off. “I can barely handle one Kate Bishop. How am I supposed to live with two of you constantly trying to charm me?”

That makes Kate’s heart feel a little lighter, but at the same time, the worry that’s been growing in the back of mind pulses.

What if I’m stuck here?

With myself?

——

It’s several more minutes before another portal opens up, and Strange steps from it back into the room with America Chavez and Wanda Maximoff on his heels. Both women stop and glance between the two Kate’s with a strange look on their faces, but Wanda recovers first and walks closer.

“Which one of you is misplaced?”

Kate raises her hand weakly, feeling childish as the witch meets her eyes. “Me.”

Wanda hums and circles her, her gaze focused as she takes in Kate’s form. “You don’t look like this universe is trying to get rid of you, so that’s a relief.”

Kate feels her throat tighten, and her eyebrows shoot up. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Oftentimes, when people are misplaced,” America chimes in, arms folded over her chest, “the universe they enter recognizes that they don’t belong and will do everything it can to get rid of the foreign entity.”

“Which could entail…?” Yelena says slowly, her eyes narrowed.

“The very fabric of Kate’s existence would be torn apart if she didn’t leave quickly enough.”

Yelena’s face pales, and Kate presses a hand to her stomach as it blanches.

“Not your Kate,” Strange quickly says, motioning to the Other Kate a few feet away. “Just the misplaced one.”

“My head hurts, holy shit,” Kate grumbles, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she rubs at her temples. This was all so fucked. She just wanted to go home.

Wanda’s hands are gentle when they land on Kate’s shoulders, and the archer looks at her after a moment. “It’s going to be alright, Kate,” the witch says kindly, her smile warm. “We’ll figure out why you’re here in no time, and then make a plan to help you get home.”

“Thank you, Wanda,” Kate whispers, her throat tight.

The woman nods and offers Kate’s shoulder a squeeze before walking back over to Strange and America, and the three of them talk quietly together, different books and hand gestures Kate doesn’t understand between them.

The archer wraps an arm around her stomach, leaning her other elbow on it and biting anxiously at her thumbnail. Wanda’s presence was a comfort, especially knowing just how much knowledge and power she possessed about this sort of thing, but Kate’s belly was still tied up into sharp knots. At one point she starts to pace around in circles, and the sight of Yelena and Other Kate talking softly and shooting her worried glances nearly sends Kate into another spiraling mess.

She suddenly stops in her tracks, eyes wide and jaw a little slack as she realizes that Yelena- her Yelena, future Yelena- couldn’t possibly have any way to know where Kate had gone. How long had it been since Kate disappeared? Was her girlfriend okay? Had she noticed? Was she worried? Panicked? Did she feel abandoned?

“Kate, hey.” Soft hands are suddenly on her arms, and Kate’s head snaps up to meet an identical pair of blue eyes. She doesn’t realize that she’s nearly started to hyperventilate until the other archer’s frown deepens, and the strange weight that is her own hand on another person moves to rest over her sternum.

“Breathe. I get it. You’re worried about Yelena,” Other Kate says gently, her eyes wide and conflicted.

Kate nods jerkily, her lips parted and trembling as she struggles to force air into her lungs. Of course this Other Kate would know what’s on her mind, it’s herself for crying out loud.

“This is so weird,” she chokes out, her hands toying nervously with the zipper on her coat.

“Yeah, yeah- it really is. But it’s gonna be okay,” Other Kate offers, eyebrows raising with sympathy as she does her best to keep her tone even. “Wanda will get it all figured out, and Strange and America will be able to send you right back to where you need to be.”

Kate nods again, rubbing her palms against her eyes. “Right, yeah. For sure. It’s fine.”

“Do you… want a hug?”

Kate looks up at her again, at herself, at her own face that stares right back, and gives a little nod, shuffling forward. She wraps her arms around the other woman’s waist, her face pressing into her shoulder and taking in the familiar scent of her own body. It was strange, to see her own face and hear her own voice, but to also have the same skin under her fingertips? She could almost pretend it was her mother, or a cousin- but a wave of comfort that Eleanor could never have possibly provided washed over her when Other Kate hugged her back, hugging her just the way Kate liked to hug others herself.

“This is weird,” Kate says again, a soft, tearful laugh echoing in her throat as her arms tighten around Other Kate.

The woman nods in agreement, her fingers gently combing at the baby hairs on Kate’s neck in the way they both knew made her feel better. “Yeah. It’s weird. I’m hugging myself. Normally this would sound really sad, but it’s actually happening and not some stupid metaphor.”

This makes a real, genuine laugh bubble up in Kate’s chest and she steps away after a moment. “Man, I give good hugs.”

Other Kate gives a bright grin, and they both start rocking back on their heels at the same time. “I know right? We really are just a teddy bear.”

We felt so much better than her and me.

Kate’s responding comment is interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, and the three of them turn to see Strange, Wanda, and America all approaching with conflicted expressions. Except for Strange. He looks neutral. Unbothered, almost. It pisses Kate off.

She never did really like him.

“Anything?” Kate asks after a moment of tense silence.

Wanda’s mouth opens and closes a few times as she shares a look with America, but Dr. Strange is the one who speaks up first.

“We figured out what happened, and why, but… it’s a little more complicated than we would’ve liked.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Other Kate mumbles, and Kate can’t help but to agree.

Her throat tightens almost painfully, and her eyes dart anxiously to Wanda. “Not too complicated though, right? I mean, maybe you just need some time? To figure out how to get me home?”

“That’s… just the thing, actually.” America’s tone is nervous, and she flashes an apologetic look. “You’re kind of… already home?”

She’s met with three blank stares- two of which are identical and equally chilling.

“I don’t follow,” Yelena says, voice low and cautious, as if she knew they were all hurtling for an edge that Kate could topple over at any moment.

Strange beckons to America, who nods and takes Wanda’s hand as if to steady herself as she thrusts a fist out through the air in front of her. Light seems to shoot from her hand, and a dazzling, star shaped portal appears at an angle above the ground.

Kate’s breath catches when she first sees the blazing opening etched in blue fire and a bit of red, but then it catches again for a completely different reason. Through the portal she can see Yelena- her Yelena, with kind, mischievous eyes and short, choppy hair slicked messily back. Kate’s body tenses as she opens her mouth, as if to call out, to step forward and reach for the woman who held her heart, but another figure has her completely stopping.

Kate appears in the frame, her arms wrapping around Yelena’s waist from behind as the blonde cooks what looks like macaroni on the stove. The two women laugh softly and sway together, exchanging kisses and quiet words. It was a scene Kate was familiar with, one she valued and adored and always looked forward to on long days- but this specific one sparked confusion, and not recollection.

Kate watches herself kiss her girlfriend’s cheek and tug playfully at the hood on her sweatshirt- a sweatshirt that she had been planning on buying her the next day. Yelena hadn’t ever seen the hoodie at the time that Kate was tossed through space and time. This moment had never happened for her.

But there it was, happening before her very eyes.

Without her.

She had been duplicated. She was a clone. Kate was misplaced, with nowhere to even go back to.

Yelena did not even know she was missing.

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