Hawkeye Episode 4 Spoilers

I'm not ready for this show to end...

Stormtrooper: Here are your howlers.

Shin: I want a white one

Stormtrooper: That's what we have

Shin crossing her arms and pouting: I won't get on that if it's not white.

Stormtrooper: You can tell your Padawan that...

Baylan: That's not the same shade of black as my clothes.

Stormtrooper: But sir...

Baylan: Do we speak in Ewok?

Shin taking out her lightsaber : Go and look for some that match our outfits or they'll have to get other mercenaries.

Ok so why the way Clint described how he met Natasha for the first time fit perfectly to Kate and Yelena’s first encounter.

This definitely means something about their relationship in the future …

Posted by @/DoubletheTrou13 on twitter

“Let her go” Yelena’s eyes fall shut the moment she hears her voice. Its been close to two months since she heard it last. She opens her eyes and looks her assailant dead in the eye. “Don’t listen to her, do what you came here to do.” She chokes through the crushing of her throat. “Bucky, drop her, don’t test me” Kate growls and Yelena wheezes when Bucky closes his vibranium hand tighter around her neck. “She’s a liability.” Bucky answers, short and efficient as ever, cold, detached. A soldier, like Yelena. “I swear to god, I will shoot an arrow through your head,” Kate roars and Bucky doesn’t even flinch. “She’s a liability, Bishop.” He says again, short, and Yelena starts seeing black spots obscuring her vision. “No. She’s my wife.”

Ever since this was posted, it stayed in my mind and so I just had to create this manip. Pls do check out her twitter (@/DoubletheTrou13) and AO3 (Neda5555)

Looks like Tumblr keeps eating my ask so I’ll take that as the universe saying my other fic sucks lol. On to the next! You put them moving in together after 6 months in your forks fic so they’re hitting milestones at a breakneck speed. Here we go, first kiss!

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It happens on the New Year. Clint and Laura told her repeatedly she was more than welcome to stay with them but she declined. Her mom’s first court appearance is set for the day after Christmas and despite everything, Kate wants to be there for her. A text comes through when she’s just getting home.

‘You promised me drinks, Kate Bishop.’

‘How’d u know I was back?’

‘I am a Spy.’

‘Should I be worried? Am I ur nxt assignment?’

‘Haha. You think I would make appointment to kill? Also poison is for cowards. I would use gun. You would be dead now if I wanted it so.’

Kate doesn’t want to examine how her life got to the point where that was both a turn on and a comfort to read. Another text comes through.

‘This Christmas market you spoke of where can I find it?’

Yelena wasn’t joking about hitting all the tourist traps. Rockefeller was out thanks to Kate’s lumberjack moment but she’d done the statue and the empire state. Kate agreed to the tour guide role, promising drinks and a trip to the market. They see each other every day after, Kate introducing Yelena to more of the city. The trip to Katz Deli followed by Magnolia’s bakery is particularly popular with Yelena but a hole in the wall pizzeria has her perfectly happy as do street meats from vendors in between stops at the Met and the Museum of Natural History. It doesn’t take long to realize food is the way to impressing Yelena and Kate pulls out all the stops to do just that.

They get shawarma at three separate places all claiming to be the destination of the Avengers after the battle of New York. Kate listens to childhood stories of two kids who would grow up to be two of the deadliest women in the world. Smiles at the thought of the woman in front of her, young and lost, whistling knowing she would be found by her big sister.

They agree to watch the ball drop together and it takes a while but Kate finally convinces Yelena not to do that in person. The logistics of it make it far too much of a hassle especially when it’s visible from her rooftop where they’d have easy access to toilets, heat, food and drinks.

Yelena carries the tv up there and rigs it to get cable. Kate refuses to help but watches her lug everything up with no effort. There's a lot of strength in that little body and Kate feels warmer just watching her.

“We have phones that work just as well, Yelena.”

“Not as well, Kate. Bigger screen, all the channels. I don’t want to miss any good performances. This is best.”

“They’re doing the opening number of Rogers the musical at 11-“

“No, no, no! We have tickets for this, I want to be unprepared. It’s going to be hilarious, I can’t wait.”

“Please don’t laugh the whole time, they’ll kick us out.”

Yelena laughs, setting up a couple lawn chairs in front of the TV.

“So funny, Kate Bishop. Kick me out? They do not have enough security in all of Broadway for that. You are hilarious.”

Kate sighs but lets it go. Whatever Yelena gets her into she’s sure they’ll handle it. She brings over a couple blankets and the cooler of drinks then she heads back for the pizzas Yelena brought with her and they settle in to watch ring in the new year.

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Tag!

I left the kiss up to you. Mostly cuz I can't decide if they also sleep together that night so you decide lol. Merry Christmas!

Not "breakneck speed"! They're just useless U-Haul gays. 6 months is taking it slow by gay standards lol :)

Let's do it. First kiss(es)!

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11:50

Yelena had already told Kate the story of her and Natasha, their childhood in Ohio with Alexei and Melina, her life in the Red Room, and everything after it.

"I read file but it is not the same. You tell me the Kate Bishop story in Kate Bishop's words."

"You already know all the spoilers."

"I like movies I know the endings of. Predictable. I can tell what's coming. Like well thought out attack."

"Of course you'd say that."

"What?!"

"Nothing. It's just a very...Yelena thing to say."

"I do not like how you say that. 'Yelena thing to say.'"

Kate looks at her and smiles then looks at the countdown on TV. Seven minutes to midnight.

The dreaded "Midnight Kiss" tradition popped into her head about thirty seconds ago and it's started to make her toes tingle. The sensation has been slowly crawling up her body since. What happens at midnight? Are they going to do the awkward hug thing? The cheek kiss thing? What if Yelena leans in to kiss her? What if she kisses Yelena and gets rejected? What if? What if? What if?

"...ishop? Kate Bishop? If I am that boring that you tune my voice out you should just say so."

"No. No! Sorry. No. Not you. I was just...yeah. Not you. Sorry. What were you saying?"

"That your mother paid me a lot of money to kill you too and maybe I should have done it."

"Very funny."

Kate looks at the clock.

11:55

Kate can't sit anymore. She grabs her beer and stands awkwardly stiff in front of the chair she was just sitting on. She doesn't move, doesn't go anywhere, she just...hovers in front of it.

"Was the chair not to your liking?"

"Chair's fine. Chair's great. Chair's not a problem."

Yelena takes a beat and chortles.

"You are nervous, Kate Bishop."

"I am not nervous. Why would I be nervous? I don't have a single thing to be nervous about."

"I was trained to read body language at twelve." Yelena allows the words to hang in the air. "You are nervous."

"You see this scar right here? Face first into a giant rock in Central Park because I still couldn't even ride my bike properly at twelve. Rub it in."

11:56

Yelena laughs quietly, grabs her vodka rocks, and stands next to the still perfectly immobile Kate. Yelena kills her drink and pours another. She wouldn't say she's drunk but she's not sober either.

"Do you want another American Piss Water bottle?"

Kate shakes her head, pretending she doesn't find the thing endearing.

"Stop calling it that."

"Looks like piss, tastes like piss, and not a real beer. American Piss Water is what I will call it. Come to Russia one day. We will have a real beer together. Do you want another then?"

"I will take another regular American beer, yes."

Yelena grabs one of the bottles she had lugged up earlier and passes it to Kate.

"One American Piss Water for Kate Bishop."

11:57

Kate stands in silence looking out at the sea of people beneath them. She can feel Yelena's eyes scanning her skin.

"What does Kate Bishop think of when she stands in silence?"

"Lots of things."

"Obviously I asked because I want to know what those things are so, tell me."

Kate feels the pit of her stomach light up ablaze. There was something inherently sensual about the way Yelena didn't ask but instructed her instead. Would she ever admit that out loud? Only time would tell.

"I told you. Lots of things."

11:58

But the time wasn't now. Right now she was a bit drunk, quite nervous, and a lot bratty.

"Is one of those things if I will kiss you when midnight happens?" Kate clears her throat trying to hide the fact that she half choked on air. "Because if so, the answer is yes." Yelena pauses. "Unless you do not wish me to."

"NO! No! Do wish! Totally wish!" Kate realizes that was much too eager and reels it back. "Like...if you want...or whatever. Wasn't even thinking about it y'know. It's..."

Kate gets cut off by Yelena's lips on hers. Kate's hands fly to the side of Yelena's face, her cold beer pressing against the older woman's cheeks. Yelena's hand snakes behind Kate's neck pulling her impossibly close. Their tongues meet for a brief moment. Kate feels Yelena's teeth graze her bottom lip in a soft but possessive pull. But before Kate knows it, it's all over. It feels like a million things happened but the kiss lasted five seconds. If that.

11:59

Yelena pulls away and takes a nonchalant sip of her vodka as if absolutely nothing major had just transpired. Kate turns to look at the clock on the TV. The minute countdown has started.

"It's not midnight."

"Sometimes you just have to...not talk."

"Ah. Yeah. Heard that before."

They stand ungracefully as the clock counts down.

"That was...nice." Kate tries to fill the dead air as the screams of the crowd below chanting down from thirty threaten to drown her out.

"You have soft lips." Yelena screams above the people. "And you smell good. Like peaches."

"Thank you! I know right? It's this like, exfoliating thing my mom got me. You're only supposed to use it three times a week but I said 'screw it' and I've been using it every day and it's been so..."

Yelena groans, rolls her eyes, and steps forward to close the distance between them. Her lips are on Kate's with eight seconds to spare.

This time they kiss in earnest. This time they pour everything - all - into it. It's not a "shut up" kiss. Well, it's not just a "shut up" kiss. It's both of them letting out a sigh of relief neither of them knew they'd been holding in for years. It's both of them finding home for the first time.

The ball drop comes and goes by the time they finally decide they need air.

"Is that like...a Russian thing? The tongue thing you did?"

Yelena shrugs, cocky smile painted on her face.

"Maybe."

"I shouldn't have said anything."

"You like how I kiss. It is good. I welcome the feedback."

"Whatever."

Kate smiles and leans in to steal another kiss, seemingly not able to get enough of Yelena's lips. When she pulls away Yelena takes in her face and raises a single brow. It's clear she's quite proud of herself.

"I was right."

"Right about what?"

"You wanting me to kiss you at midnight."

Kate exhales dramatically.

"What? You're going to tell me they taught you how to read minds when you were fifteen?"

"No. But they did teach how to study targets. I paid extra close attention to your file."

Y'all are making this tag the worst. It's supposed to be fun. I get it, representation IS important, doesn't mean you need to rain on everyone else parade. Yeesh. So what if they ship Yelena with Kate. I get that in the COMICS Yelena is Aroace. You know what else was canon in the comics? Natasha and Clint being together. Things could change in the MCU. And if they don't stop f*ing gate keeping her. So what if people ship her with people? Whatever floats their boats. Give it a rest. They might make Yelena Aroace in the MCU as well. They may already have, if so more power to her. Either way people can ship characters with whoever the f*ck they want. The LGBT community is also known for shipping straight characters together. It's not always a sexuality thing it's a chemistry thing. Yes, Aroace characters are practically nonexistent, but that doesn't mean you need to sh*t on people who wish for something else. Let people ship who they want to ship, who cares? I'm sorry it feels like people are trying to erase Yelena's sexuality. It probably really sucks, and I'm sorry. But people are just trying to enjoy and have fun with this show and fandom. Stop attacking people, stop trying to make them feel like sh*t just for enjoying something.

What kind of Tik tok's do you think Kate would show Yelena?

Open image if necessary.

Remember that you can use the images and share, just don't forget to give credits.

I gotta wonder if all these 18yo keyboard warriors like Yelena or just like to argue and be petty.

– an asexual who enjoys shipping Kate and Yelena

The Braiding Incident

Pair: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (platonic)

Summary: Yelena tries to braid Kate’s hair.

Natasha is alive in this universe. Also some slight mentions to Red Room tendencies.

New blog! Welcome :)

“OW!”

Kate immediately pulls away from Yelena. The two of them were in Kate’s apartment, sitting on her bed. The Russian spy was currently trying to braid Kate’s hair because it was in the way too much when they were training.

Yelena has been trying to teach Kate hand-to-hand combat in addition to her archery skills because, Kate will admit, if she loses her bow, she’s shit outta luck.

But while they were training, Kate’s hair kept flying all over the place and Yelena had just about had it.

“That is it. Go sit down, Kate Bishop, I am pulling your hair back.” Yelena says, playfully pushing Kate towards the bed to sit down on.

“It’s not as bad as you’re saying, Yelena. I’ve fought with my hair like this before, it’s nothing. I mean, it does kind of get distracting sometimes but -” Kate starts to ramble.

“One distraction will get you hurt and we can’t have that. Give me your head” Yelena says.

Kate starts to smirk.

“Why can’t I get hurt? I think getting hurt is quite fun.” She says, sitting down on the bed and letting Yelena start to comb through her hair.

Yelena scoffs.

“Don’t let Clint Barton hear you say that He’ll flip out. You’re lucky he is letting you keep this apartment instead of moving to his farm. My sister says he constantly wants to check and make sure you’re alright. Did he adopt you or something?” She asks.

Kate shrugs.

“I mean, basically. It’s pretty chill though. He and Laura are great and are always there for me, but still let me have my freedom because technically I am an adult.”

Yelena tugs Kate’s hair, pulling it tightly into a Dutch braid. Kate winces silently, but let’s her continue.

“Adult my ass. Just be happy they don’t have a baby monster somewhere here.”

Kate starts to chuckle. Sometimes Yelena says things wrong and it always makes Kate laugh.

“Do you mean baby monitor?”

Yelena tugs again, a bit harder this time as she gets the shape of the braid started.

“What did I say?”

Kate just shakes her head and Yelena shrugs, continuing to braid. Only not for much longer as after a particularly hard tug, Kate cries out.

“OW!”

Yelena stop braiding instantly.

“What is wrong, Kate?”

Yelena has this thing about hurting Kate. She never wants to cause her new friend pain, and whenever it happens, accidentally or not, she feels horrible.

“You were just braiding my hair a little tight there.”

“Oh. Well, that’s how braids are”

Kate stops there and turns to face Yelena. She notices how tight the girl’s own hair is braided and sighs.

“What do you say to letting me re-braid your hair?”

Yelena blinks, confused.

“Why? My hair is already braided?”

Kate shakes her head.

“Just trust me on this.”

And Yelena does.

Kate reaches forward and unwinds the incredibly tight braid in Yelena’s hair. She slowly starts to run her fingers through her friend’s long blonde hair, trying to work out any tangles that could have formed, and then gets to work.

“You see, not all braids need to be so tight. Let’s see this” Kate starts, beginning to pull Yelena’s hair into a way looser French braid.

“But wouldn’t it fall out? That will cause distraction.” Yelena asks, confused because this is all she’s ever known.

Kate nods.

“I know. But this is for when you are not fighting. Your hair does not need to be so tight when you are relaxing or hanging out with someone. Because during those times, it’s okay to have a few distractions.” Kate explains, kindly.

They don’t always have moments where Kate is reminded of Yelena being in the Red Room, but when they do, Kate is more than happy to help Yelena through that moment. Yelena doesn’t usually realize that some of the ideologies she has learned are not typical to people who haven’t been through the Red Room. This is an example.

Kate finishes the loose braid and pulls out her phone camera to show Yelena. There are a few strands pulled out of it that lay on either side.

“See? It looks good and it’s putting less pressure on your head. Whenever you’re not fighting, and need to pull your hair back, this could be helpful. It’ll keep your hair healthier.”

Yelena nods silently, taking in her image reflected back to her through Kate’s phone. She likes it.

“Okay, Kate Bishop.”

Natasha: You know, when I was your age—

Kate: You know, when I was your height…

Natasha:

Natasha: Now listen here you little shit—