Hello hello everyone! How're y'all doin?? Who's ready for another dose of that gay shit? And I mean SUPER gay shit...
Incoming! It's Clint Barton :>
Content warnings: idk- if you're uncomfortable with Kate and Yelena's age gap being further acknowledged then here's your warning ahead of time. Lesbians!!!😍
The apartment is nice and toasty when they get back thanks to Kate leaving the heat on, and the dogs immediately jump into a lump of blankets to nap in. Kate snorts at them. "Mood."
Yelena hums and starts pulling her snow clothes off right away, throwing them into a pile in the middle of the floor. "Kate Bishoppppp, I'm cold and wettttt," she pouts, holding her arms away from her body as she looks down at herself. Sure enough, her under-leggings and sweater are pretty much soaked, and before Kate can offer to find a hoodie for her, she just seems to think for a moment before completely pulling the sweater over her head.
Kate's words die real fast in her throat when she sees Yelena's abs (FOR THE SECOND TIME!!!) on full display.
Kate Bishop. Be better.
(She and I are the same.)
And now that she knew that Yelena was eight years her senior, her stomach seemed to burn hotter at the exposed skin and hip dips. Jesus fuck- she really did have a thing for an age gap, didn't she?
It wasn't something she'd ever really had the chance to explore before; Connor had been her age, and the first time she kissed a girl at the beginning of her junior year of college, the chick never even said how old she was- only that she was a sophomore.
Of course, Kate had always known she appreciated certain actresses more than others, and they usually always happened to be middle aged or somewhere around that. It wasn't her fault she had mommy issues.
Shit, was she staring?
"My eyes are up here, милый."
Yes. Yes she was. Fuck.
Kate's eyes dart back to Yelena's face as her cheeks burn, and she swallows. "Sorry," she says thickly.
The assassin cocks her head and prowls towards Kate with a feline smoothness as she drops her sweater on the ground, looking for all intents and purposes like she wants to corner the archer and devour her whole. She seems to have completely forgotten about the bruise on her head. "Do you like what you see, Kate Bishop?" she purrs slowly, a rasp in her throat as she continues to advance.
Butterflies erupt in Kate's stomach, and her knees almost collapse under her at the heat in Yelena's eyes when she tries to back away. Her hips hit the counter, and she begins to panic. "Uh- um."
"Well, маленький ястреб?" Yelena raises a hand, slowly, slowly, dragging the pad of her thumb along Kate's bottom lip and jaw before pinching her chin in her fingers and forcing the archer to look at her. "Do you?"
"Yes," Kate whispers, her heart thundering against her ribs. Yelena's hazel eyes are hooded and dark, and Kate can feel her lungs struggling to keep up as her lashes flutter. "Yes. I do."
The assassin shows no hesitation when she presses even closer, her free hand snaking behind Kate's hips to rest behind her on the counter and effectively pin the archer in. The delicious heat of her bare stomach is essentially a furnace, and Kate can feel the warmth soaking through her shirt, burning into her skin.
There is no Cooking With Flo to interrupt them.
"What are you going to do about it, Kate Bishop?" Yelena whispers roughly, her eyes darting between Kate's lips and her baby blues.
Kate's mouth feels like it's gone completely slack, and her head is leaning closer to Yelena's without realizing. She can feel the assassin's warm breath on her cheek and smell her own shampoo in the blonde hair, and it makes her dizzy. "I'm..."
There's a sudden knock at the door, and Clint's voice sounds from the other side. "Kate, it's me!"
Yelena jolts back from Kate so fast that it feels like a bandage being ripped off, and the assassin nearly trips over the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor as she scrambles to throw a shirt over her head. Kate's lungs feel like they've had the air sucked from them.
"Unlock the door, Kate, I'm freezing!" Clint pleads, sounding very much like a grumpy old man. His voice has caught the attention of the dogs, and their barking makes it a little hard to pretend that no one is home.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Kate hisses to herself, glancing around frantically at her apartment. She doesn't give a damn that it's messy, no- the problem is the 5'4" blonde Russian assassin standing in her kitchen with a look of panic written across her face. "Shit. Shit. Um."
"Katie? Everything okay?" Clint seems to have heard her worried cursing and taken it as a sign of trouble. "Kate?"
"Just a second!" Kate shouts, grabbing Yelena's hand and pulling her to a neglected closet to shove her inside, feeling very much like a teenager hiding a boy from her parents.
Well. Now she supposed she was hiding a girl from her parents, which honestly made the situation feel a little better and definitely a lot more complicated.
She gives herself a moment to suck in a few deep breaths to get rid of the blush still covering her face before unlocking the door and pulling it open to reveal Clint Barton. He gives a tired smile, the stubble covering his chin and cheeks proving that he must've had a busy few days in order to not be able to shave.
"Hey, Hawkeye," he greets kindly, pulling Kate into a firm hug. "Can I come in?"
Kate nods a little dumbly and moves aside to make room for him and his bow and quiver, which are strapped religiously to his person. Clint takes a moment to shed his coat and hang it on the door.
"What are you doing back in New York again so soon?" Kate questions, nearly failing to keep the shrillness out of her tone.
"Did you not see my texts this morning?" he replies quizzically, frowning and running a hand through his short hair.
Kate purses her lips. Right. Her phone had been going off like crazy, but she'd been more than happy to leave it be in favor of staying in Yelena's orbit. "Uh, no. No I didn't. Must've forgotten to charge it last night, or something."
Clint snorts. "And you say I'm the one with phone problems."
Kate just laughs nervously, very aware of the woman literally hiding in her closet. Ironic.
He frowns. "You all good?"
"Yup, just peachy."
He looks ready to call her out on her bullshit, but Lucky finally trots up and winds around his legs, prancing and barking. Clint greets him enthusiastically, kneeling down to tousle the dog's ears and pat his golden head. Fanny's head appears from behind the counter when she realizes her friend is getting attention, and Kate feels a chill shoot down her spine.
Shit. She forgot about the akita.
Nothing can be done at this point, though, because Clint spots Fanny as soon as she makes her way towards him with a lowered head and slow tail, sniffing him out. He absolutely melts and starts to coo as he holds his hand out for her, and if the situation weren't as it was, Kate would take a video to share with Laura and to blackmail him with.
"Who's this gorgeous girl?" Clint asks, petting Fanny's velvety ears and smoothing down the thick fur around her collar.
"That's Fanny," Kate tells him, her voice tight as sweat starts to bead on her forehead.
Clint stops, his eyes darting to Kate as he mouths out the name with a look of recognition and confusion dawning on his face. "Whose is she?"
Kate's mouth flaps uselessly as she fails to come up with something, but she doesn't have to struggle for long, because a few moments later the door to the closet that Yelena is in bursts open with a loud bang, and the assassin in question tumbles out onto the floor a few feet away from the two archers.
Kate's heart shoots up into her throat, and she freezes, brain sputtering to a stop as Clint stumbles to his feet. They both stare at Yelena, who stares right back shamelessly from the floor, giving a nervous smile and wincing as she waves.
"Hi there, Clint Barton."
:DDD
yes I did it again lol
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Translations:
-милый (milyy): Darling
-маленький ястреб (malen'kiy yastreb): Little hawk
Kate Bishop counter: 4
QOTD: Thoughts on Worm on a String? I personally love them
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