I tried so hard to talk to Kate. But she just kept pushing me away, its not like we broke up or anything. Maybe we are just in a normal couple disagreement. I really do feel sorry though. I talking to Yelena about it but she told me to just wait it out and that she will be back to her childish ways. I was in the training room working out like always just trying to get Kate off my mind. While I was doing pull ups someone came into the room. I ignored them and continued. "Nice form." A Russian accent came from the lockers. I jump down and look at Yelena. "Need something?" I tilt my head. "Yeah I need my favorite ship back together." She frowned and walked toward me. "Me and Kate aren't broken up, we just in a disagreement." I leaned on the wall.
"Good, because I have a surprise for the both of you at the party tonight." She smiled. "What party? Did you ask Nick for permission? Your supposed to ask Nick for permission." I told her firmly. "Yeah I asked him. He's coming with your mom and sister. I'll invite Clint Barton and his family." She said starting to pick up weights. "And no alcohol until the kids are sleeping or leaving." I cross my arms. She nods and continues to lift weights. I leave the training room and head to my room. I turn the corner to see Kate on the floor with her phone in her hand. I don't like being nosy so I quickly walked past her. She looks up and tries to follow me. I close the door and get ready to take a shower.
||after the shower||
"Well hello didn't know you're here." Yelena said siting on my bed crossing her legs. "But the shower was on and my clothes are on the floor." She shrugging her shoulders "I just thought you went to your girlfriend's room to make up, make out." She said winking at me. I laughed it off and went to my closet. "What should I wear?" I ask the white-widow. "Oh I think I bought you a dress if you want to wear it." She said heading to her room. She comes back with a grey dress with flower patterns. "Wow it looks amazing." I said amazed.She puts it on my bed and pats it down. "I got it in New York when I was going to kill Barton." I smiled a bit and pushed her out my room. "Let me just get dressed and I'll tell MIA to send you back to my room." She nodded and left. I dried my blonde hair and put on the dress. After I did my makeup and curled my hair a bit, I put a few rings and bracelets. And when I tell you I look good, I definitely looked good. "MIA can you tell Yelena to come back to my room?" I asked trying to reach the zipper. Yelena came in and zipped it up for me. She puts her hand on my shoulder and said "You look beautiful Imra." She looked at me through the mirror. "Thanks Lena." I put my heels on and walk out my door, Yelena going back to her room to get something. "Wow you clean up nice." Sam complimented. I smiled and walked to the party filled with a few agents and friends.
"Oh Imra your getting bartending." Peter said. "Why me? Why not Yelena? She makes REALLY good drinks." I put on a pouty face. "Sorry but Yelena said she wont do it." I sighed and walked behind the bar getting all the alcohol and flavors out. I came out and set them where they belong. "And I thought I would be pretty one here tonight." I turned to see Kate sitting on one of the stools. "Thanks Katie. You do look beautiful though." She smiled and fidgeted with her rings on her hands. "So can I get a... glass of scotch?" She asked. I nodded and started to make for her. "Are you still mad at me?" She looked at me confused, "why would I be mad? If you weren't ready that's fine with me. I waited in the hallway to tell you I was sorry for storming out your room." I looked at the sink in front of me and sigh, "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to get into a argument again." She smiled and takes the drink from me drinking it. "Wanna dance?" She smiled also tilting her head.
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Energy Force|| Kate Bishop
Боевик{SPOILERS FOR SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME} Imra Romanoff was heart broken by the death of her mother, Natasha Romanoff, her other mother was Maria Hill. Not many people know that because shields agents personal life were classified. The only ones who kne...