Calming Storm
"Kate Bishop!"
"Ugh," Kate groaned, rolling over in her bed. She pulled her pillow over her head in an attempt to shut out the voices.
Lucky whined from his spot at her bedside, tail slowly waging back in fourth.
Kate let out a final groan of annoyance before getting out of her bed and walking tiredly over to her wardrobe, Lucky trailing just behind her.
She quickly changed into a new outfit and trudged toward her kitchen. The voices outside her apartment continued, and no matter how hard she tried to ignore them, one question punctured through her attempt to not hear anything.
"Care to comment on your mother's arrest?" That question stung. Every night when she lay in bed, she would see her mother's eyes as she looked at her in shock and disappointment. Even though she knew she did the right thing, no child ever wanted to disappoint their parents, especially their mother.
As she prepared to eat a bowl of expired cereal, there came a knock at the door. Lucky barked, rushing toward the door.
Kate stood up, grabbing her bow from where it lay on the counter next to her. She took one arrow out of her quiver, then placed it on the drawstring.
She stalked toward the door, hellbent on sending whoever was standing outside away. She got to the door and paused, asking, "Who is it?"
No answer. Kate doesn't make any move to open the door, unsure if it was a risk worth taking.
A knock sounded again a moment later and Kate, after a brief moment of hesitation, slowly cracked the door slightly open.
She glanced through the small opening, eyes finding nothing in the hallway. "What the hell?" She said out loud.
Mere moments after those words left her mouth, she fell backward as the door was shoved open with a shocking amount of force. Lucky yelped, jumping back a few paces and running to hind behind Kate. Immediately, Kate fired the arrow on the drawstring, aiming for the doorway.
She watched in shock as a hand casually reached up and snatched the projectile, clucking her tongue. "Now, now, Kate Bishop. Is that any way to greet a guest?"
Kate was too stunned to respond for a good five seconds, but Lucky rushed forward, eagerly licking Yelena's offered digits.
Kate rose to her feet, bow clattering to the ground as she did so. "I could have killed you!"
Yelena paused in her loving interactions with Lucky to let out a boisterous laugh. "Again, Kate Bishop, again with the humor. You are so funny! You kill me?"
Kate couldn't stop the affronted frown that appeared on her lips, but Yelena's focus had already returned to the dog. "Why are you here? I didn't think I'd see you again."
Yelena slowly rose to her feet and walked toward her, Lucky trailing just behind her. The blonde assassin gracefully strode up to stand only a few feet from Kate before responding, "I heard about your mother. Wanted to see if you were okay."
"You wanted to check on me?" Kate questioned incredulously.
Yelena frowned at her tone. "Yes, I did. Is that not okay? I will leave—."
"No! It's totally okay! I am just surprised. We were fighting each other just days ago," she pointed out in response.
"Pfft," Yelena scoffed. "That was more of a playful dance than a fight, Kate Bishop."
Kate shrugged, "Call it what you wish. I still stick with what I said. I didn't realize we were at the, what, friend stage?"
"Friends," Yelena repeated, rolling the word over in her Russian accent. God, how does she make that simple word sound so good? Kate thought to herself.
"I think we are at that stage, Kate Bishop. I do not share a meal with just anyone."
"I don't think that counted as sharing a meal," Kate retorted. "You broke in, cooked some of my food, and ate while I worried about what you could possibly want with me."
"Ah, you wound me, Kate Bishop. I truly—."
Kate cut her off, "Can you please stop using my full name? It is just Kate."
Yelena didn't speak right away, seemingly thinking about the simple request. "I'll tell you what, you cook me some macaroni, and I will start calling you Kate."
"How is that a fair trade?" Kate immediately complained verbally. Internally, she was prepared to leap at the opportunity to spend more time with the lethal blonde.
Their conversation was interrupted by the reporters outside continuing to yell questions up at her. "Is this normal for Americans?" Yelena asked.
Kate actually laughed at the question. "Normal? No. Certainly not. And they are really starting to piss me off."
"I will deal with them," Kate watched as the blonde walked to the door of her apartment and stepped out, pausing for a brief moment to wink at her, before beginning to take off her shirt to reveal her black outfit. Just as she closed the door behind her, Kate saw her pull the mask over her head.
Kate couldn't help but walk toward the window, curious to see how Yelena handled the incessant reporters. She watched as the assassin exited her building, outfit completely hiding her features. She watched as the assassin walked forward and grabbed a tall, male reporter's microphone, and slam it down onto the ground.
She heard Yelena yell, "trakhat'sya," though the mask distorted her voice so it wouldn't be recognized. She watched, unable to stop herself from smiling, as the group of reporters left in a hurry.
Mere moments later, Yelena walked back through her door, pulling her mask off as she did so. "What did you say to them?"
Yelena grinned, "I told them, as you Americans like to say, to 'fuck off.'"
Kate laughed lightly at that, "Well, it seemingly worked. I should have done that days ago."
"You do not have the same capacity to scare as I do, Kate Bishop. I doubt you would have achieved such desirable results."
"Hey!" Kate exclaimed in response. "I can be scary when I want to be?"
Yelena laughed loudly again, the lovely sound sending a shiver through Kate's entire body. "I do love your humor, Kate Bishop. Now where is my meal?"
"Well, you see, that is the problem," Kate stated.
Yelena's eyes narrowed. "What is the problem, Kate Bishop?" She emphasized Kate's last name within the question.
Kate looked Yelena dead in the eyes and said, "I am out of macaroni."
"What?" Yelena demanded a moment later, her Russian accent stronger than ever in her distress. "How can you be out of macaroni?"
Kate shrugged, "I just got back from visiting Clint and his family three days ago. I haven't had time to go shopping yet."
"Fine, Kate," Yelena said to Kate's surprise, leaving off her last name. "Then I will take you to get food."
Kate cocked her head, "Are-are you asking me out?"
"Did that sound like a question?" Yelena quizzed, though Kate could hear the humor in her voice. "No, Kate Bishop. I am simply hungry and we have yet to get that drink that you offered me."
If you had told Kate a month ago that she would be working with an Avenger, she would have laughed at you. If you had told her that she would turn her mother in for first-degree murder, she would have slapped you. And if you had told her that she would be sitting at a crowded bar with Natasha Romanoff's sister, days after she and said sister fought, she would have laughed at you and then slapped you.
And yet, here she was.
Their waiter placed two large bowls of macaroni down in front of them, questioned them if they needed anything else, and left after they said they did not. Kate glanced over at Yelena, smiling slightly as the blonde closed her eyes in pleasure at the taste of the macaroni.
Without a second thought, Kate slid a bottle of hot sauce toward Yelena, unable to stop the feeling of warmth she felt when the fearsome blonde assassin grinned at her.
She watched as Yelena emptied quite literally half the bottle down into the bowl of food, shaking her head.
When they both finished their food, Yelena stood up suddenly. "I would like to dance. Come, Kate."
Kate felt her stomach flutter at the prospect of dancing with Yelena, following her toward the crowded dance floor.
The music played loudly around them as people danced. As they approached the floor, the song came to an end and many of the people on it stopped dancing and moved to sit down.
Kate found her hand engulfed in Yelena's own, unable and unwilling to stop herself from being pulled further forward.
The next song began to play and Kate found herself dancing along to the beat, Yelena just in front of her. The two never broke eye contact, their movements becoming increasingly sensual in the crowded, noisy bar.
They remained a few feet apart, each doing their own thing. But while they were apart, their focus was solely on each other. Kate found herself losing track of the song, her body subconsciously maintaining the grove.
Yelena's blue eyes became increasingly dark, sending a thrill of warmth from Kate's head, all the way down to her core.
Time began to pass and the bar became steadily less busy, but the two failed to notice anything around them. The outside world existed only in memory, neither caring for anything beyond the emotions that were steadily reaching a fever pitch between the two of them.
Finally, at 2:30 AM according to Kate's phone, the two left the bar.
Kate's legs ached from the hours of dancing, but she could not find an ounce of regret within herself as she sat side by side with Yelena in the back seat of a New York taxi.
They reached Kate's apartment just as rain began to fall, a crack of thunder causing Kate to jump.
Yelena placed her arm around Kate's shoulder in a protective manner, pulling Kate's body against her own as the two entered the building.
The air was thick between them and Kate found herself breathing heavily as she fumbled around in her left pocket for her keys. She finally managed to get the door open, nearly panting at the energy crackling between them. As the door to the apartment closed behind them, Kate was unable to react as Yelena swiftly placed both hands on Kate's shoulders and shoved her back against the door.
Mere moments later, Kate found her lips engulfed by Yelena's own. After such an aggressive start to the kiss, Kate was pleasantly surprised with how gentle Yelena's lips moved against her own.
She felt the metal door handle dig into her back as Yelena's tongue poked at her lips, requesting access. She raised her own hands up to Yelena's sides, shifting both of them over a few inches so that her back was pressed against the wooden wall of the apartment.
Their lips never broke contact as Yelena began to sensually explore Kate's mouth without a modicum of aggression. Kate slowly grew impatient at the slow pace and began to trace her hands along Yelena's sides, feeling the taught muscle hidden beneath the thin dress the blonde assassin had worn to the bar.
Yelena finally pulled away from Kate's mouth, whispering, "I wasn't misreading any signs, was I?"
"I've let you kiss me, haven't I? No, Yelena. You didn't misread anything. Now fucking kiss me."
The blonde needs no more spoken words, hands landing on Kate's ass a moment later. Instinctually, Kate jumps, wrapping her legs around Yelena's middle. Her hands found themselves on Yelena's back, trailing their way up to tangle themselves in her blonde locks.
She pulled Yelena's lips tighter against her own, the fire in her body burning hotter and faster than anything she can ever recall. Her mind was a haze of lust when Yelena slammed her back against the wall again, the fire in her own body stoked by Kate's actions.
Yelena pulled her lips away from Kate again, causing Kate to let out a short-lived groan that shifted into a moan when Yelena gently bit her neck. A soothing sensation followed a moment later as Yelena's tongue brushed against the affected area before Kate moaned again when Yelena bit just to the right of her pulse point.
Kate found her own right hand trailing down Yelena's body as the other girl held her up, brushing over her covered chest.
Another crack of thunder shakes the building to its foundations, the sound of a heavy rainfall drowning out some of the noise of New York City traffic.
The assassin paused in her ministrations a moment later, walking toward the couch in the middle of the room. Kate doesn't have the ability to tell Yelena to go to her bed instead, simply allowing herself to be dumped down on the couch.
A moment later, she found Yelena directly on top of her waist. Their eyes met again, both of them transferring their emotions to each other through simple eye contact. Kate breathed heavily, her entire body begging for Yelena to continue.
Yelena seemingly sensed her desire, for she leaned down, lips finding Kate's collarbone. Kate felt a thrill in her body when Yelena's fingers brushed along her shoulder to where one of the straps of her dress was. She felt Yelena's other hand find the zipper on her back, slowly, so torturously slowly pulling it down.
When the zipper reached the bottom, Yelena gently pulled back and looked Kate in the eyes again. Whatever question Yelena was asking didn't need a verbal answer as she slid Kate's dress straps off her body simultaneously.
Kate raised her body off the couch to allow Yelena room to pull the dress off of her, leaving Kate in simple underclothes. Yelena's eyes impossibly darkened further, a low groan leaving Kate's lips as the assassin's lips trailed down from her neck and stopped at the top of her breasts.
Kate shifted herself backward so that she was slightly resting against a pillow, creating space behind her back. Yelena reached behind her, undoing her bra's clasp and allowing the simple fabric to fall loose.
Then, Yelena paused yet again. She pulled back and stood up, leaving a desperately horny Kate lying on the couch, right hand holding her bra on.
Kate prepared to say something but stopped as Yelena slid a hand down the back of her own dress.
Moments later, Kate's eyes were able to feast on more of Yelena's gorgeous flesh than she ever thought she would see. Then, her thoughts were entirely consumed by the feeling of the blonde's near-nude body pressed against her own.
She felt her arousal pool in her core, a wave of heat flooding through her. Her bra was tossed aside a moment later, Kate letting out a loud moan as Yelena's lips brushed across her freshly exposed and sensitive flesh. Her nipples were hard from arousal as Yelena lightly, cruelly brushed her tongue across one of them, teasing her.
"Fuck," Kate hissed out.
Yelena took that as an incentive, lips closing entirely around one of her nipples a moment later, teeth gently latching on. Kate's body spasmed in pleasure, another moan of ecstasy leaving her lips.
As Yelena shifted her focus to Kate's other breast, Kate reached up onto Yelena's back and undid her bra. Even with her brain addled with the pleasure of Yelena's actions, she used her left hand to pull the fabric away and toss it aside.
The evidence of Yelena's own arousal pressed against Kate's stomach as Yelena continued her work on Kate's nipples, the brunette moaning and shifting in response.
Finally, mercifully, Yelena's lips began to trail even lower. The blonde pressed a kiss to Kate's belly button, before lowering herself enough to place her lips against Kate's knee. The simple contact wasn't enough for Kate as she shifted her body, practically shoving her covered cunt into Yelena's face.
In the midst of their lust-filled actions, Kate was still able to make out the beautiful, annoyingly attractive sound of Yelena's laughter at Kate's desperate action.
Kate was so high on pleasure and lust that Yelena's words went unheard from her. She shimmied her body as Yelena slowly slide her panties down, before pulling them entirely off.
The archer squirmed when she felt Yelena's breath make contact with her most intimate area, though she made no move to move, either forward or backward.
She made out the sound of Yelena blowing air against her folds and yelped at the feeling of the cold air against her. The sound morphed into an uncontrolled sound of ecstasy as Yelena's tongue traced its way across her folds for a split second.
The brief action was nearly enough to send Kate over the edge by itself, so the feeling of Yelena's teeth encircling her clit set her entire body ablaze. "That's it. Fuck, Yel."
She would have sworn that she could feel no greater pleasure than she was in that moment, but she was proven wrong a moment later when one of Yelena's nimble fingers worked its way inside of her.
The feelings of pleasure flooding through her at that moment were nothing short of perfection. Never before had any one person caused such a feeling of unadulterated pleasure for Kate as Yelena did.
It didn't take her long from there to come undone under Yelena's fingers and lips, moaning as she reached her release.
She collapsed backward in exhaustion and completion, utterly satisfied. She felt her eyes drop closed even as Yelena's body pressed against her own. Then, her World went dark.
Kate shifted herself as she exited the land of Morpheus, surprised and confused to feel a weight on her chest. She blinked her eyes open and looked down, eyes widening instantly at the sight that met them.
Yelena lay on her chest, eyes closed, a small trail of drool dripping from her lips to travel down between Kate's exposed breasts. The blonde's hair was a mess, unkempt. And yet, Kate had never seen anything as attractive at that moment.
She lay there for however long it was before Yelena slowly awoke, unwilling to wake the blonde up. When Yelena shifted, eyes blinking open, Kate closed her eyes, feigning sleep.
She felt Yelena's hand on her cheek a moment later, "Ah, Kate Bishop. Good morning."
Kate slowly blinked her eyes open, "Yelena." She smiled brightly. "Good morning. Thank you for last night. I really needed it."
Just as Yelena went to speak, Kate beat her to it. "And I don't just mean the sex. Though it was great. The dancing was a lot of fun."
"You are welcome, Kate. I, too, enjoyed myself."
Kate smiled down at the blonde, reaching up to run a hand through Yelena's hair. "What happens now?"
Yelena shrugged, "I have an assignment in New Jersey next month. Until then, my schedule is clear."
Kate smiled at that response, though she was unable to stop the slight uneasiness she felt at the thought of Yelena's work as a trained killer.
The two fall into a comfortable silence again before Lucky interrupts it, walking over and licking Kate's hand where it hangs off the edge of the couch. Both girls laugh at the dog, as Kate said, "I need to take him for a walk."
"I shall accompany you," Yelena stated, slowly leaning back. Kate immediately feels a brief tinge of loss as Yelena broke the contact between them, but smiled a moment later when Yelena grabbed her hand.
Kate slowly rose, and the two quickly dressed. Yelena slipped into one of Kate's shirts and a pair of Kate's shorts, while Kate did the same.
As they finished, Lucky walked up to them with the leash in his mouth, tail wagging eagerly.
As the pair walked toward the door of the apartment with Lucky eagerly walking ahead of them, Kate paused, turning to look directly at Yelena. "Yelena, I am not one for casual sex, and I do not know how Russians view such a thing. All I know is that I care a lot for you, and don't want this to be the last time I see you."
The Russian just smiles, "Trust me, Kate Bishop."
"Really? Falling back on the last name thing?" Kate teased.
The Russian just laughed softly before continuing, "I do not believe in casual sex, either. In fact, you were my first."
"I was…WHAT?"
Yelena's expression turned sad, "Well, the first time that counts, at least."
Kate feels horror flood through her at the implication of those words, giving Yelena's hand an extra squeeze.
Never in Kate's mind had she considered that she would be Yelena's first, though it made sense when put with some of what Clint had told her about Widows.
The assassin finally laughed again, breaking the heavy atmosphere that had settled over them, "Let us walk this dog now, Kate. We can talk more when we get back. Deal?"
Kate smiled brightly, and for the first time since she watched her mother placed in handcuffs and forced into the back of a police car, she felt happiness and hope for her future. All because of a certain blonde assassin.
NOTE: This was written a while ago and published on AO3. I am merely importing all of my work over there to this site.