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“Yelena…”
“Mmmm….?”
“Yelena, uh,” Kate Bishop groaned, as she felt her lips move languidly up the column of her throat. “Oh, God… “
She heard Yelena’s throaty chuckle, as the assassin continued her sinful kisses.
“Yelena, we’re going to be late.” Her eyes winced shut and a throaty moan inadvertently released as Yelena bit into her clavicle region and fully straddled her. Yelena sucked Kate's skin into her mouth while her hands gripped Kate's shoulders, forcefully pushing her down onto the floor. Yelena’s eyes looked positively victorious as she was able to mount the archer, with her clothed core flush against Kate's, lightly grinding against it while she pinned her shoulders to the floor with each hand.
“So easy to have my way with, Kate Bishop…” Yelena said, with unnecessary sexiness.
How she managed to have such a playful expression with such sinful intent, Kate would never know. What Kate did know, however, as she met the steely gaze of the assassin above her, is that the wetness between her legs had ruined one of her tactical purple suits.
Again.
No way am I getting out of doing laundry this week, Kate thought to herself.
Yelena focused her gaze on her prey below her, bringing her core more insistantly against the Archer's. Yelena's intent was clear, as she took her mouth away from the clearly marked neck and regarded Kate's obviously aroused state, when a clatter was heard at the door, causing them both to startle.
“Kate!” Chirped the ebullient voice of Peter Parker. “Dude! You’re gonna be late for AM train-“ his voice cut off when he caught Kate firmly pinned underneath Yelena.
Specifically, Yelena with the murderous gaze, Yelena.
“Oh! Hey, Belova! Whatcha guys doing?”
Yelena looked at Kate, pinned underneath her. “I thought you locked the door,” she growled quietly to the dumbfounded brunette underneath her.
“Me too!” Hissed Kate in reply.
In a louder voice, Kate responded to Peter, "well, uh...Yelena is showing me some of the Black Widow grapple takedown maneuvers…y'know, so Bucky doesn’t continue to kick my ass…”
“Ah!” Peter nodded, approvingly. “Advanced credit! That slaps, Kate!”
Yelena’s eyes nearly rolled out of their socket. A small huffing noise was heard as removed herself from the floor, and she sprung to her feet. “I’ve done what I can, here, Kate Bishop. You are on your own with...Mr. Tinfoil Arm.” She turned on her heel, marching out the door, bumping Peter with just enough force to seem maybe not accidental on her way out.
Good naturedly, he called after the departed assassin. “See you in training, soon, Yelena!”
Turning back around, extended his arm to help up the purple uniformed archer, with a cheerful grin. “Have you ever noticed…she always calls you by your first AND last name, all the time?”
Kate looked at him blankly.
“Do you think that’s like a…I dunno.. a Russian thing, or something?”
“Not really sure, Pete. I think it’s just sort of a Yelena thing,” Kate sighed, as she slung her quiver across her back. “Let’s roll.”
****
“Hi MJ!” Pete waived, happily, noting the two black suited women entering the computer lab. “Oh, and you, too, Director Hill!” He put his mechanical pencil behind his ear, with a grin, wiping his clearly tired face. “Didn’t mean to be rude, ma’am.”
Since the events following Thanos, it was clear Peter had the abilities to step into the scientific inquiry void left after the sacrifice Tony Stark had made. Pepper, the Stark Foundation, and the SHIELD Agency were pleased with the skill level that Peter had, and worked to improve on every day, and Bruce served as his preceptor more willingly than anyone expected. Additionally there were some surprising talents that rounded out the New Avengers - from the Pym Working Group to some of the newest Avengers recruits - somehow they were able to cobble it all together. Despite this, there wasn't a day that went by that Peter himself didn't miss the sarcastic voice of his OG Mentor, Tony Stark.
Maria Hill chuckled. “I’m fairly certain you don’t even know the definition of the word “rude,” Mr. Parker.”
As if on cue, the door to the lab was kicked open with a bang.
In marched Yelena Belova carrying a massive stack of textbooks, followed closely behind by Kate Bishop, carrying a large crate of electric parts, batteries, and other miscellaneous items.
“Here, Spider Boy,” huffed Yelena as she slammed the books on the counter next to him. “Your damn library, procured for you!”
Kate placed her items on the counter as well, albeit far more politely. The brunette gave him a genuine smile. "Hey Pete - I even put one extra item in the box."
“Terrific!” He said with a grin. “You guys got everything? Really?” He sounded genuinely surprised.
“Yes,” huffed Yelena. “Duh!”
Kate was studiously reviewing the procured items on a list on her phone, murmuring to herself. “Check- check,” Kate nodded. “Yup, Pete. Pretty sure that’s it. We got it all, and didn't even get arrested by Columbia security..."
"No thanks to certain people..." Yelena thumbed a gesture towards a laughing Kate.
"Morty would never arrest me, Lena. He DID ask that we bring those reserved texts back to the library when you're done with them, Pete."
"Wow, you two are the dream team." He grinned a tired smile. “Even fibroblast cell lines and deuterated Lithium? For real?”
“You insult us, Spider Boy,” Yelena said, with some bite. Enough bite, in fact, to get MJ to look up and stroll over towards her cheery boyfriend, placing a protective hand on his shoulder, with a clearly protective look leveled at the assassin.
Her eyes met Yelena’s in a fixed territorial gaze, broken only when the blonde assassin gave her a cheeky wink.
A hint of a smile graced MJ's face, and she plopped down next to her boyfriend's work station, breaking the standoff. MJ fully regarded Peter with a genuine smile.
“Want some help?” She asked, while logging into the terminal and scanning the lines of code that popped up. "You've been trying to intercept this traffic for awhile, now."
“Always!” He replied with a grin. Then a look of realization crossed his face and he looked up at Maria, with a serious expression. “That is, if it’s okay with your boss, and all..”
Without looking up, MJ replied simultaneously with the Director herself.
“It’s fine,” both women replied, in perfect stereo.
Kate and Pete laughed out loud, while Yelena merely cast a glance between the two SHIELD agents. Yelena’s face had a curious expression.
The room was quiet save for the clacking of computer keyboards and Peter checking in on intercom with a few of the other analysists helping. MJ showed Peter a line of code, which he nodded towards, and Director Hill checked an incoming message on her phone.
“Welp,” Yelena remarked, breaking the intense concentration of the agents, “that Golden Girls marathon won’t watch itself! The Hawkling and I are off - call us if you need anything, Spider Boy.”
MJ snickered. “I love Rose.” She declared.
“Yoummf got itmmf!” He hollered, with a mouthful of red velvet donuts that Kate had snuck him from the Donut Pub- the nestled bag obviously discovered in Kate’s assigned box of requested contraband.
Yelena shook her head as they walked out of the lab.
They walked side by side toward the residence wing, and Kate reached out to grab Yelena's hand after scanning the area ensuring they were alone.
They walked hand in hand until they made it to their room block. Kate frowned.
“I feel bad- should we be helping him try to break that code and figure out what the biological payload is?” Kate said with a twinge of obvious guilt.
“I wouldn’t worry about it, Hawkling- he has MJ helping.”
“Yeah, but…she’s new to SHIELD, Lena.” Kate unlocked her door with an exaggerated motion, clearing her throat until Yelena registered Kate had a fully locked door, to unlock. She waited, deliberately, until she looked over, and Yelena had a full appreciation of the appropriately locked door.
“MJ?” Yelena snorted. “You’re joking, right?”
“Um, no? Why are you laughing?”
“MJ is NOT new to SHIELD.”
“Huh? Yes she is- they came onboard together, remember? She didn’t start as Director Hill’s assistant until her & Pete graduated, last year…”
Yelena broke out in pearls of laughter. “Oh, that is good one, Kate Bishop!”
Kate looked at her, blankly.
Yelena explained. “She has long bangs that cover the small lines at her lateral canthus to make her look younger- one; She threw a “Rose” reference- two." Yelena rattled off, deliberately. "She never mentions family- three; and lastly, and more importantly, today she sat down and logged on, to help Peter.”
“Yeah…so?”
Yelena rolled her eyes.
“You need level 8 access to log on to the SHIELD servers, Hawkling. You’ve been a newbie Avenger for…how long now?”
“18 months, same as you, Goofball.”
“Exactly. And what is your SHIELD clearance level?”
“Um- five?”
Yelena’s obviously smug face would have been highly irritating to Kate, were it not kinda hot, as well.
“Point made. Well…wait. What IS your point?”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “She’s been a SHIELD Agent for awhile, Kate. And I will give up Boxed Mac-N-Cheese for a year if she’s a baby like the little spider tot is, in there.”
Kate’s face scrunched in confusion. “But why?”
Yelena shrugged. “SHIELD does that crap, all the time,” she said matter-of-factly. “Natasha told me she posed undercover as an assistant for nine months ‘observing’ Tony Stark, in fact.”
“But…why?”
“Despite his abnormal happiness…you can’t deny Peter Parker is enhanced, rather ingenious, and a possible asset, right?”
“Huh,” Kate mused. “How ‘bout that?”
Yelena sounded very objective. “It’s not that outlandish, is it? Gather intel, develop asset loyalty, with an agent deep undercover? Very plausible. I do think, however, it goes beyond the assignment for her, however. I can grudgingly admit he's somewhat likeable.”
Kate mulled her words over for a bit, interrupted from her thoughts when her phone lit up. “Speak of the devil- it’s MJ,” Kate said, unironically, as she answered. “Hey MJ- what’s up?”
Kate made several “Um-hmmming” noises, while nodding. “Okay, give me ten.”
She hit end, looking sheepishly at the blonde. “Sorry, Lena. She asked if Daisy and I would come in and find the back door on the server. They're stuck.”
Daisy Johnson, AKA Quake, and Kate (with her Computer Engineering Degree from Columbia and a lifetime at Bishop Security) were a surprisingly good team at cybersecurity and reverse engineering the dark web.
“Go, my little nerd. I will Golden Girl solo.” She stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Kate on her nose. “Do not have word diarrhea and pimp MJ the second you walk in that room, however.”
“I won’t!” Kate said, emphatically.
She totally will, thought Yelena with a grin, as she opened a bag of microwave popcorn, while chuckling to herself.
****
The Spider Avenger was now officially getting on Yelena’s last nerve.
She was ready to rename him “Cock-Block” Avenger, or whatever the appropriate female anatomical equivalent should be.
He had interrupted Kate and Yelena in the supply closet, behind a warehouse on a stakeout, on a bridge in Brooklyn during a weekend off, in the common room of the Avengers Tower at 3am, and on their last mission in Prague. It was getting truly annoying.
It didn’t help that Kate, of late, had started to point out the obvious that they could actually declare themselves in a relationship, and completely diffuse the embarrassment and the truly illogical explanations they had to come up with on the fly, when discovered. Yelena nodded, but took no further action, so Kate let it be.
It came to a head at the Stark Foundation annual fundraiser. Yelena’s eyeballs nearly popped out of the socket when Kate Bishop entered the pavilion. She wore a V-necked scooped lilac gown, with a tasteful slit that hugged the side of her very toned gam…thank you very much, Bucky Barnes and your militant training regimen, Yelena silently affirmed to herself. She willed her tongue not to noticeably hang out of her mouth.
Some of the unsuspecting male donors immediately circled the newest Avenger arrival, and Kate was handling them like a pro. She was pulled away by the event’s planner, to go meet some of the newest “major donors,” to go chat them up. Kate was really good at this, having dealt with it her whole life, and was really skilled at Avengers marketing, when they needed her to be. Which was a good thing since everyone else was a nightmare and gave Pepper hypertension at every press conference.
Yelena stood off to the side, with none other than the happy youngster of the bunch, himself.
Peter Parker crossed his arms, surveying Kate’s networking skills in action, alongside the simmering Russian. “That old dude is getting a little handsy, Yelena,” he observed, crossing his hands tighter across his chest. “I think one of us should go rescue her, frankly.”
He glanced over at his Widow colleague, who looked ready to self-combust.
"Mmm." Yelena gritted out, in agreement. “I’ll handle this,” she grumbled, following his gaze.
Instead of bee-lining towards the donor group encircling Kate, Yelena instead waltzed up toward the podium where the band was located. With a wink to the band, she asked permission to interrupt. They nodded and turned on the podium mic. Peter looked very confused.
“Hello, everyone,” she uttered to the ballroom, which came to a clear pause, looking up toward the stage.
The unmistakable look of shock on all of the Avenger’s faces was almost comical. She took a breath, but spoke clearly. “For those of you who don’t know me-”
She was cut off by Sam Wilson. “Everyone knows you, Agent Yelena Belova!” He hollered from the back. “Scariest Avenger in History!”
The room broke out in a nervous twitter.
"Hardly a flex with some of the creampuffs present," Yelena herself chuckled. The room broke out into laughter.
Yelena raised her hand, quieting the room again.
“Well, I can say there is one person that doesn’t feel that way.” The blonde's eyes roamed the room, deliberately. She found the shocked expression on the one person in the room she was looking for. With intent, she continued. “I’m pleased to share with the audience this evening, that Ms. Kate Bishop has agreed to make me an honest woman. I’m the luckiest person on the planet.”
Shocked gasps morphed into applause and flashing cameras, as Kate made her way towards the front and reached up, giving Lena a full kiss, despite the awkward positioning with Yelena on the stage. The flash of the camera were now blinding.
Kate acquiesced for the clamoring of the press to join the blonde, and they dutifully posed for pictures, looking stunning together.
Pepper drank her martini in one swallow, stage right. She looked at the charming couple, then looked back out at the crowd, eating it up. "What is happening?" She whispered to Happy.
"I've no fucking idea, Pep. I think we could both be having a stroke."
On stage, Kate whispered to the shockingly poised blonde next to her, working the crowd like a runway model. “Yelena…holy shit!”
The blonde shrugged, waiving at a group of cheering press to the right. “Meh. We are getting married. I figured, time to shit or get off the fire, yes?”
“I think you mean ‘off the pot,’ Yelena,” said a enthusiastic Peter Parker as he had worked his way over to Yelena and Kate, swooping them both up into big hug. “Congrats!”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “Thank you, er…Peter.” The two exchanged a look of understanding, that did not go unnoticed by Kate herself. The moment was quickly lost, as they were dogpiled by the rest of the Avengers following Peter, and the Band struck up a song.
Kate gave Yelena a big hug. "Thank you, Beloved." She said, eyes misting, as she pulled her towards the center of the room for a dance.
"I am sorry that I took this long, Kate Bishop. Truly. I'm not used to good things not being taken away from me. "
"I'd like to see someone TRY, Lena. No one will ever be able to take me away from you...except you." As Kate put her arms around the blonde, she added, "and frankly, probably not even you. I'd just ignore any deeply misguided attempts at your trying to leave."
Yelena laughed out loud, as they began to dance.
****
“The perfection that is this donut round of goodness,” Kate moaned. “Poems should be written about this!”
Peter chuckled, popping his fifth in his mouth. “So goommmph!” He agreed.
“So…” Kate looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. As they were the only patrons in the dining area, Kate felt comfortable continuing. She stage whispered, regardless. “…operation “OUT” is mission COMPLETION,” she fist bumped her chewing companion. “Now onto Operation “AGENT”…”
Their eyes dropped to the table, where a lone donut rested on the previously heaping plate they had shared between them.
They both eyed the last red velvet donut, eyed each other, and darted towards it at the same time.
Kate’s reflexes were shockingly faster, as she downed the last donut with a pleased expression. Peter had dropped the Happy Jack Façade. “I thought we were calling it'' Operation AGE,” Peter said, with a slightly displeased expression.
Kate paused, mid-chew. “You’re right…we DID say that. Operation AGE, NOT Agent. Because...hello? I can’t believe MJ is 29 years old! I mean, Holy Mrs. Robinson, Batman!” She snickered.
“How are we going to get her to admit it?” Peter lamented.
“So...I have this idea…” Kate began, grabbing some napkins to diagram on. “We modify the 'Operation OUT' plan, and start like this….”
The donut shop owner continued wiping down the counters, as he watched Kate furiously diagram on a table napkin to her BFF who was nodding, and offering suggestions, pointing emphatically. As he observed the two friends conspire, as he had many times before at that very table, he continued wiping his counters clean.
“Earth’s Mightiest Heroes...” He chuckled to himself.
The End