What if...? // K A T E L E N A

Chapter Two: Daring Confusion

Yelena yelled at Kate, her frustration boiling over. "Do you really believe that kissing me would change my mind?"

Kate, grinning in embarrassment and struggling to compose herself, took a deep breath. "It was a nice try. Got nothing to lose," she shrugged, trying to stay cool.

She gestured towards Yelena. "In fact, you said you liked me. So when the situation happened, it popped into my head, and I did it. Expecting that we could just go out and grab a drink on Christmas Eve."

"Oh my god!" Kate suddenly exclaimed.

"What?" Yelena's expression changed as she worried about what Kate was going to say.

Kate's eyes widened as she looked at Yelena, realizing what she just said. "I asked you out for a drink, and you said okay!"

Yelena sighed looking away in annoyance and crossed her arms like she's done of all that, raising an eyebrow looking back to kate. "Kate Bishop, you seriously think I meant 'like' in a romantic way?"

Kate smirked, trying to regain some composure. "Well, you did say you couldn't help making me like you. Sounds pretty romantic to me."

Yelena scoffed in disbelief. "Not that way! I meant you are naturally likable. You know, as a person."

Kate leaned in, eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, you're admitting you do like me?"

Yelena threw her hands up in irritation. "That's not what I said! You're the one who kissed me."

Kate pointed at Yelena, her grin widening. "Aha! You didn't deny it. You do like me."

Yelena groaned, rolling her eyes. "This is ridiculous. You're twisting my words. You kissed me, Do you think I'm cool?"

Kate shrugged again. "Yes- No? You're a badass assassin with so many weapons in your body, which is really cool. But you admitted you liked me first."

Yelena narrowed her eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, Kate Bishop. You know what-"

Yelena's frustration seemed to soften as she stepped closer to Kate, her eyes locking onto hers.

Kate's breath caught in her throat and she found herself unable to move.

Yelena kept advancing, her expression unreadable, until she was inches away from Kate.

Kate's heart pounded in her chest while taking a step backwards.

"Uh, Yelena... what are you doing?" she managed to squeak out.

Yelena didn't respond. Instead, she moved closer to Kate.

Kate's mind raced, trying to find a way to defuse the tension. "You know, I, uh, didn't mean to kiss you. It was like... a reflex or something."
Kate chuckled nervously.

"You know, like when the doctor hits your knee with that little hammer and you kick. Totally involuntary." She added.

But Yelena kept advancing, her gaze unwavering. Kate's back met the wall, and she had nowhere left to retreat.

Yelena stopped just an inch away, close enough for Kate to feel the warmth radiating from her.

Yelena herself seemed to falter for a moment, her eyes betraying a flicker of nervousness before she closed them, as if summoning the courage to act on whatever impulse had driven her forward.

Just as Kate swallowed nervously as she shut her eyes with a thought that Yelena might actually kiss her, not knowing Yelena pulled back and reached for her belt, securing a rope.

With a quick, fluid motion, she attached it to the window ledge.

Before Kate could react, Yelena jumped out of the window, the rope securing her descent.

Kate stood there, dumbfounded. "Wait, what? That's it?"

Yelena's laughter echoed back. "You're really funny, Kate Bishop!"

Kate, left standing by the window, felt her face flush with embarrassment.

She fussed with her hair and glanced down to see Yelena escaped from her.

Realizing how foolish she must have looked, expecting a kiss, she sighed and leaned against the wall, covering her face with her hands for a moment.

"God, what was I thinking?" she muttered to herself, feeling the embarrassment wash over her.

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End.

Kate: I kissed a girl just to try it, hope my boyfriend don't mind it.

Yelena: You have a boyfriend?

Kate: I'm just singing! And you're not a boy!