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pizza and deep conversations

☝️ originally posted by marvellegends

#kate bishop x fem!reader, soft angst, fluff !!

WARNINGS: one slightly suggestive joke 🙏

→ it’s hard to be angry at kate bishop, even when she wakes you up at 2 am in the morning for pizza after an exhausting Christmas day.

A/N: @neozworld I KNOW I KNOW you gave me a fluff prompt and this was supposed to be fully fluff but I included soft angst as well 😭 I know you’re not a marvel fan, but ty for listening my rants on natasha and kate and ty for this wonderful idea <3 ily.

A/N 2: idk if this is counted as a christmas fic? but I hope you enjoy reading <3 this is truly my favorite prompt. also hawkeye episode 3 !??! maya is so cool and <clintkate's dynamic3

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“Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe.”

Look, there’s a whole lot of reasons why you were ignoring your girlfriend.

1. You were tired. So tired.

2. Why were you tired? Kate kept you up all night. And no, not for what you might think, but for watching chick flicks because Kate insisted that Christmas Eve was the best time to watch them.

3. You spent the whole Christmas day celebrating with the Avengers. With the idiocy of the boys (and by the boys you mean Tony, Thor, Sam, and Bucky), and with the combined teasing of Yelena, Natasha, Wanda, and occasionally even Kate, you felt like smashing your head into a wall.

4. It was 2 am.

“No,” you mumble in your sleep, pushing Kate’s face away with your hand. Kate huffs and swats your arm away, then starts to shake it over and over, “y/n! Wake up!”

It was times like this that your girlfriend reminded you of Clint’s kids. She always had energy and you were the opposite usually.

“Katie, I’m exhausted,” you manage to say, trying weakly to pull your arm away, “Please.”

“But I’m hungry,” she pouts, but to no avail, your eyes still closed, “You know what I need?”

You decide to give her the benefit of a doubt, silently praying that all she wants is crackers and tea (since you had that in the kitchen), but when you open one eye and meet her mischievous grin, you groan on impulse.

“Babe, I’m not getting up at 2 am to get you pizza,” you grunt with annoyance.

“Do you love me?” she asks you seriously, and you whine loudly, “Katie, please, just because I’m too tired to get you pizza doesn’t mean I don’t love you!”

“But you’re already awake,” she pleads continually, taking a pillow and swatting you with it, “Pleaseeeee!”

“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT,” you shout tiredly, sitting up on the bed, “IM UP.”

“YES,” Kate pumps her fist in victory and you rub your sleepy eyes to meet the archer’s hypnotic blue ones. She blinks like she knows how much irritation is building up. You see that she’s already dressed and ready.

“How long have you been awake?” you question her, suddenly awake, and concern evident, “You need proper sleep, Katie.”

She threads her hand through her long black hair, sighing audibly and not looking directly at you, “I didn’t sleep.”

“Restless?” you whisper knowingly, intertwining your hand with hers and you realise for the thousandth time that it fits perfectly.

“All the time,” she whispers back, squeezing your hand in search of comfort.

You stay silent and kiss her knuckles, slowly and purposefully. Kate’s breath hitches in her throat.

“It’s hard being a hero,” you tell her, still holding her hand, “Whatever your hands do or are going to do, I love them.”

Kate tears up after a few seconds of resistance, and you instinctively wrap your arms around her.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and loving rubs on her back, you detach yourself and wipe the tears under her eyes, eliciting a weak smile. Then, you pull a jacket on, throwing her your favorite sweater of yours, which she also loved to wear.

“Let’s go.”

The car ride was slow, peaceful, and quiet. Except for a few speeding cars, it wasn’t that lively given the time. Kate plays music on the radio.

You hum to the music, and the sound lulls Kate to a content state, the melodies of her favorite music and your voice filling her heart with warmth.

“Katie,” you whisper, grabbing her attention, and she turns to you upon hearing the nickname that only you and Clint get to call her.

Your hand finds its way to hers like it always does.

“You’re my hero, you know that right?” you say both teasingly and with seriousness, and Kate’s heart constricts.

“And you are mine,” she whispers into the dead of night, but you hear her, even when no one else does.

You wind down the windows and blast the music louder, and Kate finds enough in herself to laugh. Laughing was so much easier when she was with you.

You sang the song off key on purpose and Kate joins in, the same contagious smile taking place. You look over and smile, she was a better sight than the full moon.

“I love when you smile, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay,” you tell her immediately.

Kate feels heat rush to her neck. You always gave compliments the moment you thought of them.

“How can you say something like that,” she stutters characteristically, trying to cover her face with her other hand.

“You always try to cover your blush when you’re alone with me!” you whine, disappointed, “I want to see the massive effect I have on you.”

“The effect I have on you is more obvious,” she tries to counter, smirking.

“Mhm, yeah keep telling yourself that.”

"I can't believe you almost started a war because there was no cola left," Kate chides you with a grin that represented her unbelief at her girlfriend's attitude. In her arms were a few pizzas (maybe one or two for Lucky).

"How is 'it's christmas and that's why we ran out' a good excuse?!" you complain grumpily.

"You're like the grinch you know, with your grumpiness and with the green sweater you're wearing right now-"

"Stop!" you start giggling, all the while still keeping your eyes on the road, "Don't antagonize me!"

"Right, right," you can practically hear the smirk on her face, "I'm sorry for saying you're the human embodiment of the grinch."

"I'm starting to regret bringing you out," you mumble quietly.

"Hey, I heard that!"

You roll your eyes and pretend you didn't hear her, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel.

Comfortable silence fills the car again. It started raining a bit ago, the raindrops staining the windows and the noise of it relaxing you.

"What Clint said during our meal today," Kate side eyes you, "The thing he said about-"

"About being a hero and about the risks of being one?" you finish for her, "And how you'll lose some things or people forever?"

"I know I sounded nonchalant but," she chuckles with little humor, "Yeah. It's scary isn't it?"

"You're not going to lose me you know. Not now. Not ever."

You want her to understand.

Kate struggles to answer, trying to find the right words.

"You're the last thing I'd want to lose," she fidgets with your sweater, "It was hard enough to win you over."

You laugh breathily but Kate's face still seems unsure.

"I mean what I said as much as Clint did," you reply firmly, "You're the last thing I'd want to lose too, you know."

Kate exhales slowly, and she smiles warmly at you.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'll never find out," you whisper, and the traffic light turned red, allowing you to grin at her.

And with the slight hint of snow on her hair, the redness of her cheeks due to the cold, the content shadow of a smile on her face, and her hand on your thigh, you pray that you'll never find out either.

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