Characters x Reader Oneshots

Kate Bishop x FReader: Lodger on the couch

A/N: Howdy, this is my first Kate Bishop fic so plz go easy on me. I had the idea for this earlier and only just finished it now, so if you don't mind, I'm going to hide away in my little goblin hole until I feel motivation to write again.

Summary: There's a lodger in the apartment and it's about time he left, but who will do it? The reader, Kate or the lodger himself?

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"Kate, he can't stay here anymore." You huffed out, arms folded over and a pout gracing your ever so delicate lips. Kate stood in front of you, the cuts from her previous altercations from a week ago beginning to fade.

"Oh, c'mon (Y/N), he really needs this, he has nowhere else to go."

"Kate, he's a millionaire, he can stay at one of his many penthouses around town. He can afford to buy this whole apartment complex and then some." You turned back to the task at hand, the dishes. They seemed to be piling up ever since he had arrived.

Though your attention was on the soapy mess in front of you, Kate stood by your side the whole time, yakking away. She sighed, a hand shoved into her messy black hair, the occasional bit of debris crumbling around her fingertips, "It's not about his money, I just feel really bad after what happened with my mom."

You couldn't help the pang of guilt hit your heart, the way Kate's head just dropped at the mere mention of her mother always saddened you. You knew it couldn't have been easy to call the cops on her, her own flesh and blood.

But she's a hero now, it was the right thing to do. Despite that, Kate had always been a hero to you, this whole adventure with an Avenger didn't change that.

You pulled the yellow rubber gloves off of your hands, the material stretching and pulling against your skin, water caught on the ends of the fingertips flinging back into your face. With a huff, you slapped the gloves down on the counter's surface with more force than you had intended, "Kate, he's a grown man with a buttload of cash, he doesn't need to be sleeping on my couch."

"Your couch? I thought we were sharing it."

That seemed to be the only thing she took from your conversation, you folded your arms once more, hip jutting out. You held a powerful smirk as you gazed at her, it was at times like these when you could admire her.

Even at Kate's worst, she still looked amazing.

"We were until you let him stay here for a week." you teased, the couch had been a joint effort between you both. Long late nights spent saving up for this plush couch you saw in a magazine, the moment your eyes caught sight of it on that chilly evening, you knew you had to have it.

Kate's expression then changed from mischief to disgust, though her eyes held guilt, her nose scrunched up like the way it would with a bad smell.

"Please? I hate to admit it, but I really do think he liked my mom. And knowing what she did to him...it doesn't sit right with me and I just want to make it up to him."

"Ugh, Kate, I hate it when you're right, y'know that right?" your arms slumped to your sides, shoulders relaxing when you finally let her take you. You leant against her, nose buried in the crook of her neck, "Does this mean he can stay a little longer?" Kate's voice rose in pitch, slightly muffled by essentially half of your face sheltering under her neck.

"A week tops, then I want him gone." you mumbled out, too absorbed in the bliss and euphoria that was Kate Bishop. No matter how you felt she was always there and always changed your mood, one way or another.