Chapter 1
“Shit.”
A mixture of steam and harsh breathing fogged up the glass panel of the shower, water beating down with loud taps on the tiled floor while the remainder hit Kate’s collarbone, trailing down her chest and arms.
The archer’s eyes were closed, partly to avoid being blinded by the shower and partly due to the pleasure she felt.
Her lip was pulled between her teeth as she let out small, muffled gasps and whimpers, drowned out by the heavy noises from the water.
“Fffffuck,” She breathed, forehead gently thudding against the glass panel, her lip freed from its confines and her mouth slightly agape. Puffs of her breath fogged the panel, further distorting it and her hand quickened its pace.
Stroking herself in long, firm movements. Quickening as she drew closer and closer to that edge she’d been craving so desperately for the past few months.
She twitched, throbbing and she couldn’t contain her small noises of euphoria.
That familiar coil in her abdomen tightened, her whole stomach clenching as if to ward off the oncoming pleasure and the faint burning of her wrist slid to the back of her mind as she stroked her cock faster and faster and god she was so, so close, please, please, please-
“Kate Bishop?” Her hand whipped away from herself like it was caught in the cookie jar, eyes snapping open despite the water running into them.
“Yeah-yes?” She squeaked out, clearing her throat a little. Her dick twitched, untouched and still throbbing with the remnants of pleasure she still felt.
“How long are you going to be? We have to leave in two minutes.” Yelena called out from behind the bathroom door.
“Just- just a second.” Kate managed, rubbing the water from her eyes, blinking rapidly.
“Hurry up.” The Russian harrumphed, footsteps faintly audible from behind the door. “I will break the lock if you don’t finish soon.”
Kate sighed, rubbing her hands over her face for a few seconds before turning off the water. Resigning herself to another failed attempt at relief.
One downside to Yelena moving in had been this.
This had been going on for a few months now and Kate wasn’t sure how much more she could take without exploding.
When Yelena had first began staying at Kate’s apartment, she’d been ecstatic. What, with Clint retired, she was one grouchy, older, more mature partner down and she wasn’t all too happy with her empty apartment (sides Lucky).
So when one day, Yelena showed up all battered and bruised, Kate couldn’t be happier. Not like that, not because of the injuries, but because she would have company for once.
Real, human company that didn’t bark or shed everywhere.
Though that last part was debatable, since post Yelena’s move the archer had been finding double the amount of blonde hairs in her couch.
It was great. Totally, totally great.
Until a week passed. Then a month. Then two.
With how hectic her life had been, Kate hadn’t really ‘relieved’ herself often. Never having the time for it but before everything went to hell, she’d had a drive that was on the higher end of the spectrum. One that demanded attention at least once a day.
The effects weren’t immediate, but they were noticeable. So when Kate finally managed to buckle down and take care of her problem, she hadn’t expected Yelena to come barging into her room without knocking.
She’d barely managed to cover herself with the nearby blanket before the blonde had entered, saying something about a movie she wanted to watch.
Sure, Kate had said and made a mental note to finish the job later.
Later never came - and neither did Kate - seeing as every time she tried to get off, Yelena would somehow always manage to interrupt.
It was almost like she knew, taking sick pleasure in denying Kate.
Fear of being caught had limited the archer’s attempts of self-pleasure and after missions, she was too tired to stay awake longer than Yelena did to take care of her issue and even when she could, Yelena never went to sleep.
Ever. It was growing concerning.
“Are you finished?” Yelena’s head raised, looking to the bathroom door as Kate emerged, wet hair tied and her Hawkeye suit on.
“Yep,” No, I didn’t finish. You never let me. Kate thought bitterly.
“Good,” The blonde nodded curtly, zipping her green vest over the black suit she wore and beginning to strap some guns to her belt.
That was another thing that had changed. Kate’s arrows had been temporarily been stored in her oven - much to Yelena’s distaste - So the blonde had decided it was only right to turn Kate’s apartment into a glorified armoury.
You can never be too prepared, Kate Bishop. Yelena had warned as she hid a knife beneath Kate’s couch.
Kate didn’t buy into that warning much, but she’d shrugged and let the blonde do whatever helped her feel comfortable.
“Shall we go?” Yelena asked, turning to face the archer. “The place is only four blocks down from here. The train leaves in 15.”
That was something else Kate had noticed about the Widow. How amazing she looked.
As far as Kate knew, all of the Widow’s beauty was natural. She didn’t see any skincare routines no matter how much she’d poked and prodded about it, though expensive looking bottles of shampoo and conditioner had found itself in her shower one day.
Whatever the Widow was doing, it was working for her.
“You are being weird.” Kate blinked, snapping out of her thoughts.
“What? I’m not being weird, you’re being weird.” The archer retorted. She could feel her self beginning to get worked up again and desperately suppressed her arousal.
Yelena narrowed her eyes, plump, pink, kissable lips twitching downward into a frown and stop looking at your roommates lips!
“Let’s go,” Kate said casually, “The train’s leaving soon, right? We should probably go. What’re we doing waiting around, you know”
“Hmm,” The Widow’s eyes, gorgeous green eyes slowly drifted down the archer’s body, back up to her reddening face. “Okay.”
“Great.” Kate burst, immediately moving forward to leave the room before Yelena could study her body language any further.
So there were two downsides to Yelena moving in.
The second being the fact that it was a lot harder to hide the fact she was crushing hard on her roommate when her roommate was a highly trained Widow operative.
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“L, Pizza. Are you in position, Hawkeye?” Yelena’s voice crackled through the comms.
Raising her hand to adjust the earbud, Kate scanned her surroundings from her position on one of the warehouse balconies before responding.
“Y. Olives. I’m all good, you?” That was their code in case of any hostage situations or circumstances where the other couldn’t speak freely -ohmygodKatehadasecretcodethatssocool- It was call and response. The first letter of a name and their favourite food, responding by the last letter and their least favourite. Kate had read it in a book somewhere and was pleasantly surprised when Yelena had agreed.
Settling herself into a crouch, Kate reached her arm back to feel the labels of her arrows before pulling a non-lethal tranquilliser and nocking her bow, resting it on the handrail as she looked down to the lower floors.
A group of men in tracksuits were all grouped around in a circle on the bottom floor, a few duffle bags in the centre of them as they talked, barely a murmur from Kate’s vantage point.
“K. Also pizza,” Yelena shrugged, “I’m in position. Moving in.”
On a balcony, slightly lower than her own, a flash of movement caught Kate’s eye as Yelena hooked herself onto the guard rail before climbing over, gently repelling down to a lower level where a small office room was sat.
There was a large window, giving Kate a clear view of the empty room inside and she watched as the blonde lowered herself to the balcony before removing the rope and heading inside.
“E. Anchovies. No sign of anyone nearby. You’re free to move.”
The tracksuits were wrapped up in conversation, Kate narrowing her eyes at the sound of the large garage door to the warehouse slowly pulling itself upwards.
Three men in black business suits made their way inside, their own duffels in the hands of the two men flanking the center guy.
They weren’t him, but it wasn’t hard to figure out who they work for.
“Y. Mac and cheese. Kingpin’s suits are here.” Kate whispered through the comms, training her bow on the new additions.
“A. Tomatoes. Copy.”
Kate frowned. “You don’t like tomatoes? Seriously? They’re so good.”
“Kate,” The Widow snapped and the archer could faintly see the blonde shaking her head through the window. “Not the time.”
“Right, sorry.” She shook her head, focusing on the deal unfolding.
“F. Chicken. Deploy the microphone.”
“Y. Pizza. Copy that.” Kate pulled back the tranquiliser arrow, placing it gently beside her as she reached back, feeling over the labels again until she found the mic.
Pulling it from her quiver and nocking it in one swift movement, she began to assess the lower floor for a good place to shoot it.
Can’t be too open or obvious. There were only two people who shot trick arrows and one of them had retired so the options were narrow. Can’t be too far or she wouldn’t be able to hear.
Her eyes drifted to a stack of wooden crates a little off to the side. They’d framed the corners of the warehouses in large bundles that took up a lot space. Her gaze pinpointed in a small nook between two of the crates. Just close enough to hear, out of sight enough to be virtually invisible.
Kate took a deep breath, pulled her arm back and let it fly.
Thunk
Perfect shot. She grinned, instinctively glancing to where Yelena was barely visible as she rooted around in the office.
“Did you see that shot?” She whisper shouted. “That was so good. It was the teeny tiniest of holes and I sunk it, perfectly.”
“Congratulations, Kate Bishop. You did your job.” Yelena remarked dryly. Kate deflated a little. “But yes, I did see it and yes, it was pretty good. Now add the audio to the comms.”
Kate happily obliged, satisfied with her recognition. She touched the earpiece and gently pressed one of the frequency modulators on the side. Some static channels, nearby trucker radios, Russian voices. Got it.
“- It is nice to see our friends from the American side of things, yes?” The main tracksuit, a slimy guy with slicked hair and a dope handlebar moustache grinned at the suits, stepping forward. “I know it must be hard, being the assistants rather than your own organisation but don’t worry about it, bro. We totally get it.”
He outstretched a hand and Kate winced as the main suit merely looked down at it for a moment. He didn’t bother to remove his hands from the pockets of his trousers, nodding for the two men flanking him to present the duffles.
As they stepped forward, main guy retreated a few steps and the duffels were quickly unzipped.
“Holy-“ Kate’s eyes widened.
“What is it, Kate Bishop? I am almost done.” The faint clacking of a keyboard, barely audible in the background confirmed that. Kate shook her head.
“No, everything’s good. It’s just- wow, that’s a whole lot of guns.”
Both duffels were filled excessively with rifles, shotguns, machine guns, every type you could think of lay in those duffels.
The tracksuit seemed to have forgotten his handshake being ignored as he laid sight on the duffels. His eyes wide with glee, like a kid in a candy store.
“For us? You shouldn’t have.” He playfully shook his head. Barking an order in Russian, two tracksuits heaved their own duffels of cash at the feet of the suits.
“I know we didn’t come here for it, but I feel like we shouldn’t let the tracksuits of all people have that much weaponry.” Then, almost as an afterthought, Kate added. “C. Also pizza. You know what, I’m starting to notice a trend here.”
“We stick to the mission, Hawkeye.” Yelena asserted through the comms. A small chime followed her words as the download completed. “Begin the evacuation plan.” Then she paused. “T. If it’s Barton, he probably doesn’t like something like rainbows or puppies.”
“To eat? I don’t know anyone who does.” Kate could practically hear the eye roll through the comms.
“Just leave the warehouse. Discretely. Be a good girl and follow orders for once.” Yelena’s tone was mocking, almost cruel. Sardonic.
For some reason, that didn’t help. It almost made things worse. The words immediately sending a flood of arousal through the archer, straight to her pants where she could feel herself twitching, stirring awake.
She couldn’t manage a witty retort, merely swallowing down her arousal and complying. Like a good girl.
God, she was hopeless.
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It was well past midnight, the apartment was dark and all the lights were shut off except the ones in the bathroom.
The door was locked, the shower was on, though empty, as Kate softly pulled herself out of her boxers and set to work.
Her phone was in her free hand, headphone in her ear. Some low-budget porno playing that would probably make her cringe if the archer could think clearly.
She couldn’t. She wasn’t. All she could think of was the heat in her gut, burning hot and how good it felt as she touched herself.
Long, languid and frantic strokes, up and down her cock. Precum dribbled from her top and she used it to lubricate herself further.
She was barely focusing on the video. Her eyes fluttering shut as the words replayed in her head over and over. ‘Be a good girl.’
Her lip clamped between her teeth, she barely muffled the whimpers and moans that spilled from her mouth. She could be a good girl. She was a good girl. Oh god, please, Yelena-
A loud crash from behind the door startled her enough that she dropped the phone. She fumbled for the thing, panicked, but it was too late.
With a small plop, it landed face down in the toilet.
“Aww, that’s-“ Kate looked down at her phone, a look of indescribable grief on her face. “That’s so sad.”
“Lucky, пятка!” Scuttling, paws clicking across the floor as Lucky hurried to obey. Kate sighed, resigning herself to another night of denial.