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KATE BISHOP

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𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘦

I CAN'T TELL if Yelena has noticed yet, the uncomfort in Y/N's eyes. It is clear to see, she's not hiding from it. Y/N stands a step away from Yelena, who's trying her best to 'sway Y/N's heart'. She's failing, if you hadn't guessed. I don't know what's come over me all of a sudden, like a wave of feeling that makes me both numb and perceptible to that girl's awkward and silent anguish. But I stay where I sit, looking every so often back at the two standing by the counter top.

Eventually, once I peel my eyes away from my phone screen again to double check again that Y/N isn't breaking down, she meets my gaze. She looks desperate - pleading. I stay where I'm sat. It takes everything I have to look away again, to take my time processing the hurt that Y/N's feeling at my lack of response. She isn't my problem, she shouldn't be. I know what single Kate wants to do. Single, stupid, sacrificial Kate would stride over there and pull Y/N from the mess she's in, and hold her until the world ends. But present, scared Kate? Present Kate barely has the courage to leave the compound to go for a run, let alone rescue a girl she may or may not be crushing on from a situation that she's hardly qualified to handle.

I peer back at my phone, my messages page opened up onto Clint number. I decide to continue annoying him to pass the time.

How's the new hearing aid?

Getting easier to handle.

Good thing they call you
HawkEYE, not HawkEAR
then, isn't it?

Go to hell Kate, before I block
AND delete your number.

I'm too tired to be
offended.

Ah, shouldn't you be in bed?
It's past your bed time, you know.

I takes everything in me not to hit the call button, rush to another room and lecture at him down the line. Priorities, Kate.

I'm not a child.

Really? Last time I checked,
you were four years old.

I'm not, dimwit.

You got the license to prove it?

I really hate you, Barton.

Sucks to be you, I guess.

How so?

Everyone else loves me.
Ask Natasha.