As Kate slept soundly next to her, the blankets pulled high, with her hair fanning out across the pillow, Yelena knew what her weakness was. Kate Bishop.

From the very first time Yelena laid eyes on Kate she knew there was something about her. Never in her wildest dreams did Yelena think she would fall head over heels in love with her but here she was, reaching out and gently tracing the curve of Kate's face with her finger.

"That feels nice, cuddle me?" Kate softly mumbled, half asleep.

"I love you," Yelena softly replied as Kate pulled her close.