starving [hailee steinfeld one-shots]

come back home (i'm afraid of disappearing) [K.Bishop]

summary: kate comes home after a rough night out patrolling the city to find you waiting for her. despite the argument the two of you had earlier in the day, you do everything in your power to comfort your girlfriend.

warnings: mentions of an argument; small injuries [cuts and bruises]; hurt/comfort; weird metaphors; kate being a cute dork who is trying her best [and failing a little]

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: kate bishop deserves all the hugs in the world. send tweet. title is a loose translation of a lyric from torna a casa by måneskin [apologies for the sudden ending, it's cute though?]

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The sound of the front door slamming shut wakes you from your slumber. You wipe the sleep from your eyes as you wait to hear your girlfriend's footsteps coming into the living room.

A few minutes go by without any sign of her so you slowly get up from your spot on the couch, careful not to bother the golden retriever lounging next to you. Your steps are soft as you make your way toward the kitchen, assuming Kate stopped to get a drink of water before changing out of her Hawkeye suit.

You can't help but let out a small gasp once you finally find her leaning against the fridge, her suit battered and torn.

Her eyes snap open when she hears you and you can clearly see every ounce of fear she usually keeps hidden deep inside of herself on her features. "y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you," you answer softly. "Guess I'm the one who got the surprise, huh?"

The humor in your tone seems to go unnoticed by her and you watch as the dam behind her eyes breaks. Those usually vibrant eyes you love so much turn stormy in seconds and the tears start falling before either of you can say anything.

You're in front of her in a second, your arms reaching out to comfort her without a second thought. She crumbles in front of your eyes and the sight alone breaks your heart. The feeling intensifies, however, when you finally realize what she's mumbling into the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You're not sure if she's apologizing for your earlier argument or for whatever happened on her late-night patrol of the city. You don't care, either way, your worry overpowering any sense of anger you might still hold after your fight.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Katie." Your words are soft as you run a hand through her hair.

Her tears are cold against your skin and you want nothing more than to take her pain and place it inside yourself.

You don't know how much time passes, all you know is you hold her against you until her tears dry out and her sobs die down. She's still shaking but she pulls away from you and you already know what she's going to say before she opens her mouth.

"I mean it," you rush out before she can get a word in. "You don't have to apologize. For anything."

Whatever protests she had die on her tongue and you thank every force you can think of for that. You take her hand in yours and gently pull her toward the bedroom. A million questions swirl around in your mind but you force them away, choosing to focus on your girlfriend instead.

You lead her over to the bed and help her sit. "How bad is it?"

"I'm f-"

"Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, do not lie to me."

Her eyes widen slightly, both from your tone and the fact that you just full-named her. She stares at you, the remnants of her tears shining against her skin. "It's not that bad...I've been through worse."