the archers war | kate bishop

wheres the fire?

didn't get it fixed so i got a new one 🥶🥶

as charlie and i made our way to my apartment, we watched our every move. lowering the cap on our heads and pushing up the sunglasses on the bridge of our noses.

"are you sure this is a good idea, barton?" charlie asked as we neared the corner.

"no, i'm not sure. but, she needs to know i'm okay and it sucks to know that i'm causing her so much stress, wondering if i'm all right."

"and... you couldn't have called her?" charlie mumbled as she kicked a empty pizza box left on the floor, hands in her pocket, observing everyone and everything.

"yes... and no..." i trailed off as i watched our building come into our line of sight.

the shorter blonde eyed me warily before letting a small scoff come out, the corner of her lips curling upwards revealing a smirk.

"you're in love with her, huh?"

"wha- no- what?" my eyes widened as i stumbled over my words.

"you are in love with her."

"we've only been with each other for a few months." i shrugged her off as i shook my head.

"eh, gays move fast. i mean you moved in together what, not even half a year of knowing each other?"

"gays don't move fast. that's just a hoax." i said to charlie as i continued walking.

when i didn't feel her beside me, i turned around to see her standing a few feet away from me.

"see! gays move fast!" charlie exclaimed as she got closer to me.

"so, what does that prove? the speed i'm walking at proves to show how fast gay people move during relationships?"

"exactly that!" she pointed at me with her index finger, giving me a victorious smile.

"i don't know, but i know i really, really, like kate."  we stopped at the door of our building, looking at the buff man in a black suit and glasses.

"yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, loser. in other words, when someone says they really, really, like someone, that's pretty much love."

"i care a lot about..."

"care. equals. another. word. for. love." she groaned, throwing her head back.

i rolled my eyes and stepped up to open the door, stopping when the man in a suit stepped in front of the door.

"uh, we were going in there, sir. unless you're here to wipe our memories like the men in black." charlie grumbled as she glared at him.

"do you have a residency here?" his deep, manly voice spoke in an even voice.

"what's it to you, dwayne 'the rock' johnsson?" charlie challenged the much taller man.

"they're here with miss potts, williams." charlie and i both tensed at the voice, not daring to turn around.

"if we slowly walk away, you think he'll notice us leaving?" charlie whispered to me as she bowed her head down slightly.

"you know, next time you try and escape a safe house without me finding out, leave a pillow person on the bed."

we slowly turned around giving fury a sheepish smile.

fury cocked his head at the body guard and he opened the door for us.

"what on earth do you think you're doing leaving a safe house!" fury raised his voice. as i was going to respond he cut me off before i could even squeak a word out, "key word: safe house. for your safety, barton."