Try-hard (Kate Bishop x reader)

Alarm Clock

"Jesus, what took you so long? He almost woke up," Kate whisper-yelled as I walked back into the kitchen.

"I just uhm-got a call from, uh, a friend," she knew I knew she could see right through me, but she didn't say anything.

"Take the picture!" she slid to the side, letting Clint's limp head fall back onto the couch, making his snore catch in his throat. I looked at Kate, who flashed a smile that made my stomach churn-in a good way, I hope.

I pulled my phone out, careful to turn the flash off and not wake him. If he found out, he'd kill Katie and I then break my phone, and I didn't need him breaking another one of my technological devices, now did I. 

"Got it," I kept my laugh silent as I looked through the several pictures I had taken, flipping my phone around and showing her the best ones. 

"Ughhhhh...." the groan made Kate and I jump. "Can you two shut up?" Clint said, his eyes still closed and trying to find a pillow to throw at us.

"This is our house too, Hawkeye," Kate raised an eyebrow. As if he could sense it, he stood up, eyes barely open, and left for his own bed. "Well, that was fairly easy," she turned and looked at me, making my stomach flutter again. 

"Well, we can't just sit here, can we? There's a whole city out there, and it's 8 pm on a Friday," a grin spread across my face as Kate lost hers.

"(Y/N), remind me, what happened last time we went out like this?" 

"We made out in the rain?" my grin got bigger as I noticed the blush spreading across her cheeks. "I'll go grab my glasses and we'll head out," I got up before she could object, leaving her in the living room. 

I didn't think it was a great idea to bring the glasses, in case of another transparent Yelena incident, but I brought them anyway. I mean, when have I ever made a decision that I later regretted? Thoughts about Yelena and Clint and Nat ran through my head as Kate and I walked through the dark, yet loud street. 

"You know, for a dark street, it sure is fucking loud," I was just barely not yelling, granted I was usually loud. 

"You'd think you'd be used to it now, considering we moved here at the same time?" she managed to whisper loud enough in my ear. I couldn't hear myself think, but I could hear her. "So, while we're out, should we get you a new alarm? Where do they sell those-Walgreens?-" 

"-No. Not Walgreens." I interrupted her before she could even finish, remembering who I met at the last Walgreens. "Anywhere but Walgreens," I say, trying to seem calmer once I noticed the odd look on Kate's face.

"Well damn, okay. We'll go to Target-any objections to Target?" she raised her eyebrows, trying not to laugh.

"Yes," I turned my head back and looked ahead of us, "that will be fine," I murmured. I tried to focus myself back on my task at hand: saving Clint. As much as I didn't want to, he saved me, several times, so I guess I owed him for it. For the record, I wasn't happy to be doing it, especially alone. It was going to be a shitload of work.

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"Will this one work?" Kate held up a black and blue digital alarm clock. 

"No-mine was red and black, I told you, Clint will notice the change," I said, turning back to the shelves of alarms in front of me.

"(Y/N) this is red and black," I turned back to her. She hadn't moved her hand.

"Oh, well, then I guess that'll work," I took the box from her hand and walked past her towards the register.

"You never told me you were colorblind?" Kate was practically running to keep up with me, and I was practically running to get away from her.

"It's... new?" 

"New? What the fuck do you mean new?" I couldn't get away from her questions now.

"I just, woke up one morning and realized my pink blanket looked green and that my red pencil looked blue. It really isn't that big a deal, it's not like I wanna fly planes or something," I stayed looking straight ahead, not looking back at her.

"Are you like ashamed to tell me this? What did you think I was gonna say-I hate you now and I'm telling Clint you're incapable of fighting?" I ignored her snickering behind me, still looking straight ahead. I knew the reason I didn't want her knowing, of course I did. She didn't need to know. There was a lot of things I was keeping from Kate, I guess. Why I was really colorblind, Yelena trying to kill Clint cause of me, and the fact that I was in love with her.

Well, I guess that last part may have been a little obvious.

Finally, I walked up to the register, Kate following behind me like a toddler.

"Hi, just this please," I smiled, my eyes looking up from the counter at the slightly familiar looking cashier. I kept my stare on him for a moment, trying to figure out how I knew him.

"Can I help you with something, ma'am?" his tone was polite but also angry, somehow.

"No, no, sorry," my eyes darted back down to the counter, slowly making their way back up to his nametag.

Peter, huh.

"Would you like a bag?" his tone was lighter now, and he sounded like he was only a kid. By the looks of it, he was at least 28. I mean, he had bags under his eyes and slouched, making him look probably older than he was. 

"Yes, please, thank you," I smiled, putting my wallet back and taking the bag from him. "Have a nice night," 

"You-you too," his voice sounded shaky as we walked away, like he was crying.

"That was weird," Kate announced as soon as we were outside. "Did you recognize him from somewhere too?" 

"Yeah... I'm sure it was just a coincidence," we crossed the street to the side with the bar on it-well, I crossed first, Kate followed me.

"Are we really going to the bar again, (Y/N), you know how this went last time," I could hear Kate rolling her eyes behind me. After her almost finding out, I needed a drink. 

I opened the door, the loud beeping of cars being replaced by the sound of pool balls clinking, and old men with beer guts yelling at some type of sporting event. I walked to the famiiar booth that I had been at earlier that day-was it that day? It felt like forever ago-I walked with my head down, careful to avoid eye contact, until I was met with an all too familiar accent.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?'