Bishova Oneshots

All I Want For Christmas is You

Summary: It's Christmas in New York, and Yelena cannot escape the dulcet tones of Mariah Carey.
Category: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Christmas.
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Yelena Belova was being followed.

Not by an enemy, a shadowy figure from her seedy past, but a song. A godforsaken, migraine-inducing, bubblegum-pop Christmas song by one Mariah Carey.

She could not escape it. It blared in coffee shops as she ordered two lattes. It blasted in the subway as she and Kate traveled across the city. It followed her home as her girlfriend hummed it constantly, from the shower to making breakfast to wrapping gifts for the Barton kids. It was maddening, with the jolting piano and deafening whistle tones driving her up the wall.

"Where does she live?" Yelena asked one day in exasperation as the tune cruelly serenaded her from a television commercial. "This... how do you say, Maria?"

Kate looked amusedly up from her laptop at the kitchen table. "Mariah Carey? Why?"

"This song. It is eating my brain. Where does she live."

"...Why, Lena?"

"To talk," she said, eye twitching. "Just talk."

"For some reason I don't believe you, honey." Kate closed her laptop, laughing at Yelena's frazzled expression. "What's wrong with the song?"

"It is everywhere, Kate Bishop. I cannot escape."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. It's a good song." Standing, the archer joined Yelena on the couch, throwing a casual arm around her shoulders. "One of my favorites, actually."

Yelena leaned into her side, prodding her ribs. "Seriously? That one? Why not one about Rudolph, the super powered reindeer?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just resonates with me." Kate kissed her forehead, smiling coyly. "Now, are you ready to go shopping? If I don't find Clint something soon, it won't make it to Iowa in time."

"Yes," Yelena confirmed, standing. "But if I hear that song one more time, I will-"

"You will hunt Mariah Carey for sport. Or throw a grenade in Macy's. Yes, dear. That all sounds very reasonable."

Rolling her eyes, Yelena took Kate's hand, not letting go as they left the apartment and strolled along the busy streets to the department store. Yelena always walked slower this time of year, pulling gently at Kate's hand to slow her pace and marvel at softly glowing LEDs adorning every storefront and street lamp. Vibrantly decorated trees shined through windows; Christmas carols drifted softly from seemingly every direction. Thankfully, none of them sung by Mariah.

"Who is this by?" Yelena asked as they entered the store, immediately greeted by the buttery vocals of a song she did not recognize. "I like it. Classy."

"Yeah? Old Bing?" Kate asked, heading toward the menswear section with a small smile. "My dad always liked him."

"Bing?"

"Yeah, Bing Crosby. Made a lot of classics in the 40's and stuff. He even sang about Rudolph."

"Ah. Well, then I like him too."

Yelena's enjoyment was short lived, however, for as soon as Bing's song crackled to a close, there was Mariah, belting out that signature run. She groaned, resting her forehead against Kate's back as the archer perused a rack of leather jackets.

Kate could not help but laugh at her exaggerated misery. "You good?"

"Amazing. Have you found Barton a gift yet?"