BEEP BEEP BEEP
That stupid fucking alarm, I mentally groan. Clint had got it for me for Christmas last year, insisting "You're always late to everything because you wake yourself up." He can kiss my ass. I slammed the top of the alarm clock with my fist, careful to avoid damage so I don't get the same treatment from Clint. I sat up and double-checked the time, just in case I accidentally time-traveled while I slept. You know, normal stuff. I stood up and walked into the kitchen to find Kate already up, making eggs. That woman adores her eggs.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Kate snipes, her focus never shifting from her smoking pan.
"I can't smell it, and I'm no rocket scientist, but I think you're burning your eggs there, Ms. Hawkeye," I say with an eye roll.
Kate opens her mouth to respond before getting interrupted by a deep voice from behind me.
"Someone says Hawkeye?" Clint says with a smirk, appearing next to me.
"Ms. Hawkeye, Clint. Last time I checked, you were a Mr.," I say.
"Hey if you can go by they, I can be Ms. Hawkeye," he picks up his coffee cup and takes a small sip before spitting it back into the cup. "Kate, if you're gonna get up at 5 am and be noisy, at least make a decent cup of coffee," he complains as he sets the purple mug on the counter with a face of disgust. He saunters over to the luggage he has sitting on the couch, slightly hesitant to finish packing.
"Anddd he's finally leaving!" I say aloud, watching him place the last of his belongings in the maroon bag, and with a final zip, he was completely packed.
"Hey I'm only going to be gone for a week, meaning not nearly enough time for you and Katherine over there to get into too much trouble," he nodded to Kate and then to me, giving a more skeptical look to me than the one he gave to Kate.
"Yes sir" Kate replies sarcastically, finally turning away from the stove and giving Clint a salute. He rolled his eyes and picked up his bag, giving us both a silent salute before walking out the apartment door. Just as the door slammed shut, I turned to Kate.
"So, how much trouble are we getting into?" a smirk spreading across my face as she turned and frowned at me.
"None, you heard Clint. We're staying home for the week," she set her nearly black scrambled eggs on a plate.
"Ugh! You, Katherine Bishop, are no fun. If you think I'm not leaving this apartment for a week, you are sadly mistaken."
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Try-hard (Kate Bishop x reader)
FanfictionYou and Kate have been friends and partners for years now, you're like siblings. But what happens when Clint leaves for a mission, and the two of you are alone for a week...
