In the between (Kate Bishop×Y/n)

Nothing better than a sunset to finish a bad day

Y/n's pov

Right hook. Cross. Left jab.
Duck his punch and finally an uppercut.

He falls unconscious on the ground with a loud tud.

"Pfft easy peasy"

I don't even wait for the referee, or well, the only somewhat sober guy in the whole place to announce the winner.

I already know it's me, duh.

I quickly drag my feet off the ring slouching a bit, offended that people would even dare to make me fight with that douchebag.

They're always the same big strong guys all muscles and no brain, man they're easy to take down. I'm not saying all big guys are brainless but the ones in illegal fights for sure are.

Holy hell tho that was a funny show to watch. He went KO so fast, if he's always that fast I feel bad for his girlfriend...or his boyfriend, we don't discriminate.

No girl would deserve someone like him anyways, I'm sure I could be a better boyfriend than him.

I feel the stage lights piercing through my skin, these guys should really learn about energy saving, luckily I'm not the one who pays the bills.

The guy didn't manage to land lots of punches but I still feel like my cheeks are burning and like my whole body is on fire.

I loosely punch the air in front of me to relax my muscles while ignoring all the idiots cheering and the betters patting my back...

Idiots. They're all just idiots.

But they're rich idiots and they pay me so who am I to complain.

I zone out and keep my gaze fixed on the floor while making my way to the changing rooms. Everything looks blurry and I can't hear what the muffled voices are saying, not that I'd care...

I don't like fighting.

Actually, I like fighting but up to a point.

What the heck am I saying, I do like fighting. Maybe that guy hit me a bit too hard...

I'm just lucky I'm good at it and after all it's the only way I can make money.

Before I realise it I'm sitting on the bench in front of my locker, resting my head on the wall behind me as I feel like it's made of concrete from how heavy it is.

It's like my body knows this place as if it was part of it. I've been here for so long...since I was 17 this place has been my home, lots of illegal stuff happens here, yes, but it's still better than what I come from.

I close my eyes and exhale deeply.

I'm just so tired...I shouldn't have mentioned my past, everytime i do so my mind just goes blank and people will find me frozen in the weirdest positions just staring at nothing.

After a few seconds I inhale again and shake the thoughts out of my mind.

My limbs are limp, I feel like every single bone in my body is no longer solid and I'm taken over by a complete state of numbness, too tired to push myself up.

I have to shower and go home but right now I just want to disappear into the wall, and the more I let time pass the more I feel like that's what's really happening.

Then here it comes. I feel a breeze hitting my sweaty body and giving me shivers, I groan, someone must have opened the door and I exactly know who it is.

I try to sit up straighter but next thing I know I feel an intense pain on my nose that adds up to my growing headache.

"What the actual fuck man" I groan in annoyance while picking up the METAL water bottle he just threw at me.

"Drink. It's good for you" he says.

I don't care about how tired I am, once I have the bottle in my hands I don't think twice and throw it back at him. He obviously catches it without effort and toss it to me again, this time I catch it.

"I said drink."

"Ughh fineeee, thanks Dylan"

Dylan is like my father, he's been with me since I've started my career in this industry and through it all. I'm not saying he's perfect, he's only here for the money as everyone but he's still good and cares about me.

I'm his gold mine.

I grip the bottle's cap to open it but it feels stuck. I look at Dylan with a face of disbelief and he guiltily chuckles.

Y/n, get yourself together you're a champion. You won't lose against a stupid water bottle.

All my muscles flex and glisten in sweat as I'm trying to open the bottle but there's no way.

"Mad man, what did you do" I say handing it to Dylan.

"I'm offended, Y/n/n" he opens it without effort and hands it to me.

I scoff at it and chug it down.

"Good job out there kid" says Dylan sitting beside me and ruffling my hair.

He always does that.

"You grandpa always forgetting I'm 23"

"Still a kid, still a good job"

"Thank you" I mumble, deep down enjoying his compliments.

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes until he speaks up.

"You should shower and go home, don't forget to eat champ" he says in a fatherly tone.

I hum at it but with no intention of getting up whatsoever.

"Cmon you lazy, there's a good sum of cash waiting for you" he shows me his roll of bills.

"Money is money" I say getting up.

"Now get out, I'm not gonna strip in front of you"

"Fair. Thanks...for this" he gestures to the money.

"I got your back. That fight was a joke, when will you find someone worthy of my time?"

"Don't get too full of yourself Y/l/n, now shower, you stink" he says exiting the changing room.

"Love you too grandpaaa" I yell back.

I slowly strip softly wincing whenever I'd touch a bruise and get in the hot shower.

"Athletes take cold showers" they say, fuck off no one is stealing the only joy in my life.

After finishing all I had to do I make my way to the little window where you withdraw your money and damn I love this place.

Thousands of dollars for 5 minutes of "fighting" if it's even worth calling it that.

I might be able to finally buy myself a Playstation 5 after paying all the bills...and the debts...okay. I'd be happy even with an old Nintendo 3DS.

I get out of the building and check my surroundings, you don't want anyone following you from places like this.

"Mhm what's best than the cold New York air to welcome you after a long day" I say to myself ironically, I put my hood and headphones on and start to walk home.

I keep my head down and let my legs drag me to my flat, I'm completely out of this world right now and I'm surprised I haven't been ran over yet.

I'm not gonna lie, illegal fights pay well, I managed to buy myself a little flat in the outskirts of the city. It's not much but it was the first thing that was actually mine.

I have a car, yeah, but that wasn't mine I've stolen it lol.

As I'm getting closer to the building, watching my feet one after the other, I see colorful orange shadows dancing on my shoes.

The sunset. I love sunsets. I live for them.

I can still feel the warm sunrays hitting my whole body as if the sun was saying goonight to me and I smile contently. Sunsets like this are very rare in New York.

As I'm getting closer to my flat I can feel the heat intensifying and once I'm in front of it I look up.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.