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Phone Theif

Kate Bishop x Reader

Requested by the amazing @emily0013

“If you fuckin-”

You heard her laugh before you even got the chance to get off the sofa. You scrambled up, watching from the other side of the room, as she held your phone. The giddy smile on her face made it difficult to keep serious, but regardless of how u reacted, you knew it wouldn’t stop her.

Watching as she placed your phone upside down on the kitchen counter, a smile etching on your face.

“What did you put now?”

You jumped over the sofa, walking towards the kitchen and picking up your phone. The light lit up, revealing a stupid picture of you sleeping. She must of took it when she was over for the last sleep over, but with the amount of times she’s stayed over, she practically live in your house.

“You’re cute when you sleep.” She walked up behind you and you groaned, turning your phone off and placing it back onto the counter.

“Shut up.” You laughed, playfully slapping her shoulder before she winked and walked off.

The next time you opened your phone, the background was changed again, but it was a funny picture of her making a face. Smiling at the picture, you screenshotted the photo and changed it to your original wallpaper.

Usually you’d change it back, but when, for the third time, you saw that she changed your wallpaper to the two of you, laughing while laying on your bed, you didn’t change it.

It was cute, and you were sure that your feeling towards the brunette had increased the more you spent time with her (which was literally all day everyday).

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Your bed sheets were warm as you woke up from your slumber. The presence of your best friend was prominent as you looked to your side, watching as she herself began to stir. You could never get enough of her, and you kinda wished you could stay like this forever.

"Morning." She mumbled, exhaling into the pillow as she opened her eyes.

"Mornin'"

"What time is it?"

You looked onto the nightstand, reaching for your phone and bringing it closer to your face. Before you could even turn it on, Kate snatched it off you and giggled to herself.

"You always fall for that." She laughed as she looked at your unamused face. Any attempt to take it back off of her were futile, so you accepted defeat and let her do whatever she wanted.

She paused when she opened your phone, silently staring into the picture of you and her that she'd placed as your wallpaper weeks ago.

"You didn't change it." She looked towards you, placing the phone onto the bed.

"Yeah. I like it too much."

You spent the next minute in silence, stealing glances and inching closer to each other. Only when your noses were almost touching you realised how actually close you were.

"Can I kiss you?" She whispered, her breath falling on top of your lips. You merely nodded before you could feel the warmth of her lips on yours. You froze for a moment, before you started to kiss back, cherishing the moment you didn't think would ever happen.

The butterflies that erupted in your stomach were hard to ignore, especially when she shifted to move above you.

THE END

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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Comforting the broken

Kate Bishop X Fem!Reader

Summary - You've watched Kate exhaust herself whilst on missions with the fellow Avengers, Hawkeye. You're the one to always comfort her when she needs it.

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To say that running around with Hawkeye trying to save the city was exhausting, was an understatement. You watched Kate do it. You watched her open the door and stumble forwards from tiredness; You heard her through the phone, on the verge of crying because of how her muscles hurt; You felt her wounds when she couldn't physically fix them herself. Usually she'd refuse to let you see her injuries, afraid you'd get frightened by them and leave. But sometimes she had to shove those thoughts aside and let you help if she couldn't reach or they needed stitching.

It pained your heart, watching her exhaust herself to sleep. It couldn't of been healthy. Bruises and cuts became layered on her skin; layers upon layers of unhealed scars physically stopping her from moving freely.

"Time will heal them." She'd say. You didn't agree. Time would only cover them with scar tissue and the pain would lessen; but it would never be gone.

The first time after you found out about her and Clint's friendship, she called you from her house. "Uh. You free?" She stuttered quietly. You could hear her sniffing, not being very subtle about the tears escaping her eyes.

You didn't hesitate to grab your car keys, driving to her house while still on the phone to her, letting her know you were close. Her voice was high, just like when you're about to cry and your throat is closing up on you.

You didn't knock on her door, quickly inviting yourself in just to see her parched up against her window on the other side of her apartment, head in her hands as sobs escaped her mouth. You were immediately by her side, letting her lean on you while she held onto your jumper with dear life. You asked her if she was hurt but she just had minor bruises.

Maybe it wasn't the physical strain her last mission had on her, maybe it was the mental affect the fighting had on her.

"I saw- There was- Dead-" she tried to inhale air into her lungs, but it was a futile attempt as she broke down even more. You just ran your fingers through her hair, kissing her hairline and gently shushed her into a final silence.

If it wasn't the exhaustion, it was the tears that put her to sleep. Everything just being too much for her. You kissed her forehead one last time before picking her up gently. She unconsciously wrapped her legs around your waist; her arms circling your neck before you walked up the metal stairs to her room.

She was still in her suit, but you doubted that she's want you to change her while she was sleeping, so you placed her on her bed and just took out her phone and other things in her pockets, letting her sleep.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch and in the morning, you made breakfast for both you and Kate. The metal creaking of the stairs made you spin, both your hands leaning against the counter on either side of your body as you watched Kate walk closer to you.

"Morning," You smiled. She returned the smile as well right before she extended her arms to hug you. Now pressed up against Kate and the counter behind you, you let her arms circle your waist while her chin was placed in the crook of your neck.

"You okay?" She simply hummed, closing her eyes as she inhaled your comforting scent. "Better now you're here. Where'd you sleep?' You chuckled, kissing the side of her face before pulling away to meet her red, puffy eyes.

"The sofa."

"You shouldn't have. We could of shared the bed. Plus, cuddles would be nice in the morning." She whispered shyly, a gentle smile grazing her lips.

The second time, you were already at her house. The lock on her door rattled before she stumbled through, suit ripped, bow and arrows on her shoulders. You jumped up from sofa you sat on, instantly catching her in your arms before she had the chance to fall.

Her arms circled your neck, immediately sighing when she left your skin on hers. You took off her bow and arrows and placed it on the floor before helping her to the sofa. She groaned when she landed, melting into her seat. Cuts and bruises littered her body much worse than the first time you saw her like this. It was so clear she was physically drained. She was almost already asleep.

"Hey love, stay awake." You sat down next to her, caressing strands of hair out of her face. "Where are you hurt?"

She just shook her head, ready to stand up and refuse to let you help. You just pushed her back down gently, saying you'd help her and she didn't need to worry. With a bit of hesitation, she nodded but said she wanted you to do it upstairs. Obeying her command, you helped her upstairs and into her bed and then went to grab her first aid kit By the time you were out, she was awake enough to keep her eyes open.

"Where are you hurt?" Other than the massive cut on her bicep, there was nothing else visible.

"My stomach." She whispered, grabbing her suit and roughly squeezing it in her hand. You sat down next to her, reaching up to the zipper in the front of her suit and halted right in front of it. She nodded, allowing you to unzip the top part so you could push it off her shoulders. You could see her heart beat through her chest, her breathing hitching whenever it irritated a wound.

"I'm sorry. This will hurt." You pushed it off her shoulders, setting her arms free so the top part of her suit was completely off. She sat up so her legs hung off the edge of her bed so you could first fix her back. It didn't need stitching, but you needed to disinfect the smaller injuries. Her bicep was next, then her stomach. "Done. "

You finished the final stitch, pulling away from her now laying body. Her eyes were on the ceiling, hands clutching her quilt from the pain the needle made.

"Don't pop them, huh? Keep it chill for a while." She huffed with a smile.

"I gotta get changed somehow?" But after a bit of consideration, she inhaled sharply. "I'm too tired. I'll sleep in this,' You chuckled, shaking your head before getting off the bed to put her first aid kit back.

"Wait. Stay?" Her hand shot out to stop you, grabbing your forearm before you could completely disappear.

"I will. Let me just put this back. " You showed her the kit, tilting your head with a smile, to which she let your arm go. You smiled when returning to her. Her gentle snores were heard from the bathroom, her half naked body laid on her bed. You walked to her dresser, grabbing a hoodie and walking closer to her. Carefully, you placed it on her without popping any stitches or waking her up.

After, you placed your body next to hers, sideways so you could face her. She was so beautiful. You've known her for years and you didn't recall a single time she wasn't. Her hair was always in her face, which she didn't seem to mind, but you liked it because you could brush it back at any given moment. You did so for the last time before you cuddled up to her, letting unconsciousness flow through your body.

You didn't meet Clint until the third time where she wasn't actually hurt at all.

"Y/N?' You sat up in your bed, brows furrowed as you checked what time it was. Kate's voice seemed quite calm, so you wondered why she was calling you at 4 am. You got your answer when you heard the gunfire in the background.

"Yeah?"

"Urm. My place is…on fire." Your eyebrows shot up. On fire? What kinda shit did Clint get her into this time?

"Wha- Uhh…Come to my house then?" There was silence for a moment- Well, you'd call it a moment of silence if it wasn't for the screaming and guns in the background.

"Are you sure? Clint will have to come too. You sighed. You had more than enough space. Rubbing your face with your free hand, you nodded;

"Okay fine. Just get here safe." Not even 10 minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You walked down the stairs, rubbing sleep off of your eyes. You weren't bothered to change out of your hoodie and joggers; it was what you essentially slept in. You stepped aside to let the pair in, closing the door with the heel of your foot. Kate instantly enveloped you into a hug, swinging you side to side. You hadn't seen her in a while due to her latest mission, so your grip on her was tighter than ever.

"Damn. Your dad rich or something, kid?" Clint himself looked around your house, dropping his bow so it leaned against the wall Kate pulled away from you, about to say something but you beat her to it.

"My dads dead. I'm a surgeon. And I'm 23." You smiled sarcastically. You didn't really care. You hadn't met your father, so often jokes were made between you and Kate about both your dads being six feet under. You laughed when you saw how Clint's face dropped.

"Don't worry about it. Never met the dude. You guys hungry?" Kate nodded, already starting to walk to the kitchen she's been in many times.

"Absolutely." You followed with a smile and so did Clint, still looking around at how big your house was. The two of them sat next to the island, Clint literally still looking around before sitting; "You lived here long?"

"No." you shook your head as you went to prepare some food for them. "Bought it a couple months ago."

"You bought it?" Clint's eyes went wide. America didn't exactly provide cheap accommodation, so being able to buy a house that was visibly worth a lot of money at your age was an achievement.

Kate furrowed her eyebrows, at Clint's question.

"Did you not hear her say she's a surgeon? You know how much they get a year?" Clint only lifted his hand up in defence, a impressed smile dancing on his lips. After they ate, you showed Clint one of many guest bedrooms and he reassured you that he wouldn't stay long and how he "didn't want to cause any trouble". You just dismissed him, telling him he could stay as long as he wanted.

Walking to your room, you knew that Kate wouldn't occupy any of the guest rooms you had. She'd want to sleep in your room, like she always did. Of course you didn't mind. You loved her for it and the comfort she provided when you were close to her. You smiled when you saw Kate laid out of your bed with your hoodie on.

"Why did I know you'd be in here?" You chuckled, climbing into the bed beside her. Both of you turned so you could face each other. No matter how much stress went into saving someone's life almost daily, looking into Kate's eyes always made your lungs close. Not even the thought of operating on someone made you that nervous.

"Because… I'm always in here?" She laughed at you gently, her nose scrunching up for a moment. Then a calm silence took over the room. The darker threads of green stood out the most in her eyes. You could spend hours looking into them if you could. It was as if every time you saw them, they were a little different, and you wanted to take in every detail of the landscaped they created when you did. Her black hair and lashes contrasted her bright eyes, making them even prettier.

"I'm sorry to just walk in on you like that." She whispered, her eyes now holding a sudden sadness you didn't exactly pinpoint. You reached out to move her hair out of her face again, brows gently furrowed at her apology.

"Don't apologise. I'm happy you're safe, you know?" She seemed to relax with that, along with the thumb that was caressing her cheek. Smiling, she pulled herself closer to you so your noses where almost touching. You felt her breath fan your lips before her eyes scanned your features. You watched her eyes, noting that her pupil had gotten so large that you could barely see the colour in her iris's.

"So you wouldn't be mad if I did this?" She spoke barely above a whisper. You were about to ask what she meant, but her lips landed on yours before a word could leave it. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, going to cup her jaw in order to pull her closer.

Your whole body tingled, the feeling of her leg going over your waist to straddle you felt almost inviting. You turned so you laid on your back, and before you could think about your hands, they were already under her- your hoodie, her skin smooth and radiating heat. The gentle pitter of the rain outside of your window made it that more intense.

She pulled away while your hands were gripping her waist, still under the hoodie she wore. You melted when she looked down at you, her smile making you return the gesture. Despite her sometimes confident exterior, she let herself be herself around you.

Looking almost fragile on top of you, her cheeks became flushed, the heat travelling down her neck now hyperaware of your hand placement. She almost looked as if she became insecure, twisting in your grip to get off of you, but you kept your grip strong before pulling her back down, connecting your lips with hers once more.kate bishophaek

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