compiled hailee steinfeld one-shots by me of her and her characters :)
i'm bad with consistency in posting, sorry about that
if you read, hope you like it. if you don't, have a nice day 🤍
started: oct 17 2022
finished: (neverrrr!)
A/N: sorry im so inconsistent with publishes but here's one that's probably (definitely) gonna b a series so lmk if u guys want that. i think this chapter is rlly good so woot woot!
word count: 1230
warnings: some venting about killing and there's a gun in this
summary: y/n and kate are each others missions. y/n is a killer, kate's personal villain. and kate is y/n favorite hero.
HEAVILY INSPIRED BY 'White flag' BY 'chaoticasgardian' ON AO3 (go read it it's lovely)
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The last place you expected to be tonight was standing in front of her, the girl who last week was your mission. she looked distressed and there were visible bags under her midnight colored eyes.
"I'm lost." Kate spoke out into the brisk winter air.
You were standing in your front door frame, a cold gun between your fingers hidden behind the oak door. After moments of silence Kate began to walk backwards.
"Come in." You told her, backing up, opening the door wider.
The girl who you'd attempted to kill no less than a week ago brushed past you into your home. It felt odd having someone standing in your house, you lived completely remote, you knew kate wasn't lost.
"Go ahead and sit down." You said fastening your gun to the holster on your belt.
She caught the action and raised her eyebrows, "Paranoid much?" She sat down on the edge of your brown leather couch.
"No," You shook your head as you sat down in the armchair left to the couch, "it's necessary. why are you here?"
"I'm lost." She said again.
"No you're not, I know you're not." You leaned back in the chair.
You were met with silence, the clock on the side table seemed to click slower each passing moment.
"I had my mom arrested, I'm a mess, I have nobody to go to right now." Kate broke the silence.
"I thought you might've been doing better, because of clint?" Kate shook her head in response. You took the gun off your belt and placed it onto the table next to the clock in a temporary trust. Kate watched you as you did it, listening to the click of you turning on the safety on and the sound it made on the wood table when you dropped it.
"Why did you come here?" It was almost hard to look at her, as if you don't look at her last name on the locks for your door everyday.
"I have nobody around me to talk to." She admitted.
"So you came here?" You were her personal villain, you knew well she's not naive enough to trust you like this.
"I came here because I know you aren't going to hurt me." She almost smiled when she said it, despite the energy she was radiating.
"how do you know that?"
"Because you couldn't the first time, and I know it's harder to do it the second." Against your previous belief she wasn't exactly trusting you, she was just smart.
You hummed at this, recalling the feeling of your fist stuck in the air for the first time ever. For the first time ever, you couldn't hurt someone. It's kept you awake.
"Why didn't you do it?" She asked.
"Did you come here for that closure?" You asked, running your hand through your hair.
She nodded before asking again.
"I don't know." You dropped your shoulders from your previously stiff posture.
Kate looked away and around, she was clearly wanting another answer.
"I guess I just couldn't. it's bothering me as much as you, if not more." Kate caught your eyes again, the midnight blue dull in the shine of your dim lights.
"Why'd you take the job?" She asked hesitantly.
"I'm not sure, it was money. Fisk hires damn good people so when he asked me to do it I took the offer without hesitation, it's validating." You told her, "But when i found out you were just that, a kid. I knew from then I wouldn't be able to kill you but I needed to at least try." You shook your head.
"You know, you're just a kid too, y/n." She leaned back into the couch.
"The difference there, Kate, is that this line of work and style of life is all I've ever known. killing things, people, it kills you. I've been killing myself and the more you do it the harder it is to stop. I'm fucked up, Kate." You admitted to her, truthfully you were admitting to yourself as well.
You looked at her, you looked at the way her perfectly wavy black hair fell below her shoulders. You wonder if people like her knew if they were pretty or if they were just as insecure as you. A few moments of silence pass as you analyze her anticipating her response.
"Why'd you start?" She asked slicing the silence.
You continued to hold her stare. You didn't know why you were opening up, especially to kate bishop, but in all truth it felt good to tell someone things that you'd bottled up.
"Long story." You replied.
"I have time." She said, her gaze on you was softer now than when she'd first come in.
"Who said i wanted to tell you?" You said to her.
"What do you have to lose?" She was right, you might not ever see her again. But why did she want to know?
You sighed and looked down, "It's really all i've ever known, the hatred towards my parents and being reminded everytime I woke up in a different group home. It sucked and vengeance only ever grows. When I was finally viable to live on my own I immediately left, no money, no belongings, I had nothing. I had nothing until I had something and when you finally get something after years of having nothing you take it, and you keep taking it. I've always been like this, when I got my first job, that was the first purpose i'd ever had so that felt pretty fucking great. It's hard to stop when you start I've never stopped and i've never had a problem starting, until you." You'd looked at her soon after you started talking, her facial expression dropped only a few seconds in. She is clearly a stranger to hearing people's real stories.
"For you, it'll be hard to kill someone. That's what makes you a hero, Kate. I'm the bad guy because I have no set back, it's like giving people, bad people, what was given to me. And that's why im the villain, because it feels good." You said.
"You're not a villain, y/n." She tried to console you.
"Oh, but i am." You told her, "That'll follow me until I die."
"Not unless you can change." She said.
"You sure are optimistic." You smiled, then she smiled.
"I know. I'm a hero, aren't I?" She's good at unintentionally brightening the mood, though you can tell she's still processing your expression.
Her smile suddenly faded, "I'm sorry about what happen-"
"No, don't, don't be. It's not your fault." You cut her off, "...You should go, Kate, it's late as shit."
She nodded and got up, you followed suit leading her towards the door, leaving the gun cold on the table. You opened the door and let her through.
"You're not lost kate, it'll take time to heal from what happened with your mother, take it." You told her.
"You should take your own advice." She said to you as she stood across from you, the cold wind blowing her hair to the left, a few strands covering her cheek.
"Go," You spoke out your voice getting lost in the wind.
She looked to you as she turned around and you watched her leave.
