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Yeah, Kate usually only has herself to blame when conversations take a turn like this. She doesn't even really feel bad, too entertained by the questions and Yelena's confused expression. It was just too good. "I don't know, people are weird. It does make a really interesting story to tell people afterwards."
"I feel like I should make sure you knew I was completely trolling when I claimed I'd actually put up an online ad for that."
"I feel like I should make sure you knew I was completely trolling when I claimed I'd actually put up an online ad for that."
“Were you going to pay them or something? It just seems so random!” Or maybe Yelena just doesn’t understand internet culture to quote the same extent Kate does.
“I knew that,” said with all the bluster of someone who maybe absolutely did not realize that at all.
“I knew that,” said with all the bluster of someone who maybe absolutely did not realize that at all.
Edited (My phone really hates were and always makes it we’re 😂 ) 2023-06-28 02:35 (UTC)
"Aw, baby," Kate grins at her, pretty amused by that bluster, although she manages to hold back any actual chuckles. Yelena's still going to be able to read it all over her face, but she doesn't think she needs to tempt fate by being too obvious about it - although it's not like she thinks Yelena would be anything other than play-irritated. "I promise I fully intend to try and keep it that you're the only one who's ever thrown me off a roof."
"If it were real, yeah, I think I'd pay them something."
"If it were real, yeah, I think I'd pay them something."
“Whaaaat?” She groans and makes a dramatically pouty face at her. She can feel the amusement in the air between them, and wound have to give Kate a bit of credit that she kept herself together quite well. “Maybe not again, though. Not fun.”
The frown on her face says it all, but she lets her mouth do a little more, “You would pay them to be thrown off a roof? Kate, that is insane,” she snorts a laugh.
The frown on her face says it all, but she lets her mouth do a little more, “You would pay them to be thrown off a roof? Kate, that is insane,” she snorts a laugh.
Okay, the groan breaks her, a little chuckle escapes. The dramatic pout didn't help either, both contributing to the chuckle and making it impossible for Kate not to lean in and steal a kiss. "You're just super adorable, that's all."
It is insane, Yelena's right. This is probably in the running for one of the most bonkers things Kate has ever said, and yet she's gonna stick with it. "I mean, it'd be rude to ask them to do it for nothing, wouldn't it?"
It is insane, Yelena's right. This is probably in the running for one of the most bonkers things Kate has ever said, and yet she's gonna stick with it. "I mean, it'd be rude to ask them to do it for nothing, wouldn't it?"
She smiles at that compliment, a small, genuine thing with the tiniest edge of humility to it. She cherishes those things Kate says when she’s looking at her like that. “If you say so,” she says, shaking her head.
“Would it? I mean, if for some reason someone feels so strongly about throwing you from a roof, it sounds like they are already ahead on getting something out of this. Paying them only makes it worse.” Not that any of this even matters, since it’s just something Kate said off the top of her head and decided to stick with.
“Would it? I mean, if for some reason someone feels so strongly about throwing you from a roof, it sounds like they are already ahead on getting something out of this. Paying them only makes it worse.” Not that any of this even matters, since it’s just something Kate said off the top of her head and decided to stick with.
"I do," Kate nods, very serious, "Since I have working eyes and all, it'd be a lie if I said anything else."
"Maybe they don't feel that strongly about the throwing someone off a roof part of the ad though, maybe they just need any job they can get. What if that's the only way they can buy dinner for their kids that day, if they take the throw-a-rich-girl-off-a-roof gig?"
"Maybe they don't feel that strongly about the throwing someone off a roof part of the ad though, maybe they just need any job they can get. What if that's the only way they can buy dinner for their kids that day, if they take the throw-a-rich-girl-off-a-roof gig?"
[continued~]
———
She goes completely silent for nearly two weeks. Her phone seems to be disconnected, no one really seems to have heard from her.
It’s probably pretty jarring to walk into his own flat, which he knows he left quite distinctly both empty and locked when he left it last night… to find a lithe blonde passed out on his couch. She doesn’t seem to notice the sound of the key in the door or the soft squeal of the lower hinge as the door is pushed open; she doesn’t hear the soft, light footsteps as he moves around either.
She looks at peace in her sleep, at least. It makes her really look her age. Makes her seem smaller, somehow. So still, quiet and relaxed in a way she never is when she’s awake. Like this, she could almost pass for a typical 20-something.
Almost.
She still has tactical boots on, a knife tucked inside of one of them. Her hair is swept up in a messy ponytail and has no less than three other blades hidden on her person somewhere.
The tv is on low, little more than a soft murmur of sound so the room isn’t completely silent. He can either wake her up or let her come to in her own time— depends on what he thinks is worth more: Letting Yelena actually get some sleep or finding out why she’s here.
———
She goes completely silent for nearly two weeks. Her phone seems to be disconnected, no one really seems to have heard from her.
It’s probably pretty jarring to walk into his own flat, which he knows he left quite distinctly both empty and locked when he left it last night… to find a lithe blonde passed out on his couch. She doesn’t seem to notice the sound of the key in the door or the soft squeal of the lower hinge as the door is pushed open; she doesn’t hear the soft, light footsteps as he moves around either.
She looks at peace in her sleep, at least. It makes her really look her age. Makes her seem smaller, somehow. So still, quiet and relaxed in a way she never is when she’s awake. Like this, she could almost pass for a typical 20-something.
Almost.
She still has tactical boots on, a knife tucked inside of one of them. Her hair is swept up in a messy ponytail and has no less than three other blades hidden on her person somewhere.
The tv is on low, little more than a soft murmur of sound so the room isn’t completely silent. He can either wake her up or let her come to in her own time— depends on what he thinks is worth more: Letting Yelena actually get some sleep or finding out why she’s here.
Edited 2023-07-07 01:32 (UTC)
Bucky thinks that maybe Yelena had forgotten about their tentative plans when he doesn't hear from her for two weeks. It's fine though, since they hadn't made solid plans, and Steve got back from his mission the night before. Bucky was definitely otherwise occupied so it's a good thing she hadn't messaged. He's back home now though, not needing to be part of Steve's debriefing at headquarters.
He definitely remembers locking his door, so finding it unlocked is a little strange. He doesn't often get visitors, aside from Barton coming over to harass him and bring him pizza. He knows that Barton is also at the debriefing though, so he steps into his apartment with caution. Looking around, he spots her. Yelena is fast asleep on his couch. That explains the door.
Bucky drops his bag on the counter, making sure to not be too quiet. He's positive that she's clocked him being home already, and just written him off as a non-threat. He knows what it's like, sleeping lightly, just in case. But she knows that she's safe here, and if she doesn't want to wake up just yet, then who is he to force it on her.
She's been away for two weeks now doing who knows what, so if Yelena wants to sleep in a safe place, Bucky isn't about to stop her.
Instead, he puts his groceries away and settles into the chair to finish his book.
He definitely remembers locking his door, so finding it unlocked is a little strange. He doesn't often get visitors, aside from Barton coming over to harass him and bring him pizza. He knows that Barton is also at the debriefing though, so he steps into his apartment with caution. Looking around, he spots her. Yelena is fast asleep on his couch. That explains the door.
Bucky drops his bag on the counter, making sure to not be too quiet. He's positive that she's clocked him being home already, and just written him off as a non-threat. He knows what it's like, sleeping lightly, just in case. But she knows that she's safe here, and if she doesn't want to wake up just yet, then who is he to force it on her.
She's been away for two weeks now doing who knows what, so if Yelena wants to sleep in a safe place, Bucky isn't about to stop her.
Instead, he puts his groceries away and settles into the chair to finish his book.
[Peter makes sure to grab the bottle of hot sauce he promised Yelena before he leaves, taking a quick moment to make sure he leaves his window unlocked so he doesn't lock himself out again. (And avoid that super awkward conversation with his landlord while trying not to reveal himself as Spider-Man, good times.)
Once satisfied that he has everything and is ready to go, Peter closes the window behind him, pulls down his mask, and swings into the night, repeating the address Yelena gave him in his head so he doesn't forget it.
For the time it takes him to arrive, Peter lets himself enjoy being alone, just him, swinging into the open air. There really isn't any feeling in the world like it.
He arrives in fairly good time, landing on a fire escape before knocking at the window he thinks is Yelena's, holding up the bottle of hot sauce, as promised. Otherwise, this will be awkward for Yelena's neighbors, oops.]
Once satisfied that he has everything and is ready to go, Peter closes the window behind him, pulls down his mask, and swings into the night, repeating the address Yelena gave him in his head so he doesn't forget it.
For the time it takes him to arrive, Peter lets himself enjoy being alone, just him, swinging into the open air. There really isn't any feeling in the world like it.
He arrives in fairly good time, landing on a fire escape before knocking at the window he thinks is Yelena's, holding up the bottle of hot sauce, as promised. Otherwise, this will be awkward for Yelena's neighbors, oops.]
The soft, but distinct noises of him moving about the flat are welcome, given the almost contented sigh that escapes her. She is aware, but not awake, clinging to the last dregs of sleep.
So for a bit, Bucky can enjoy his book in peace. But eventually she slowly starts to stir. An annoyed growl first, reaching blindly for the first thing her hand lands on— a tiny throw pillow, which she immediately shoved against the side of her head.
A deeper, more resigned groan is next as she huffs and shoved the pillow under her head instead, tilting her head to squint over at Bucky perched in his chair. “Your couch is trying to eat me,” as evidenced by the way she managed to wedge one leg between the cushions in her sleep.
So for a bit, Bucky can enjoy his book in peace. But eventually she slowly starts to stir. An annoyed growl first, reaching blindly for the first thing her hand lands on— a tiny throw pillow, which she immediately shoved against the side of her head.
A deeper, more resigned groan is next as she huffs and shoved the pillow under her head instead, tilting her head to squint over at Bucky perched in his chair. “Your couch is trying to eat me,” as evidenced by the way she managed to wedge one leg between the cushions in her sleep.
[Just as Peter knocks, Yelena appears with an amused: ] HI!
I could hear you from a mile away- you need to work on your stealth, Peter Parker.
[Criticisms aside, her eyes light up at the bottle he’s held out for offer and she opens the widow to let him in properly.]
Did I mention you are my favorite?
I could hear you from a mile away- you need to work on your stealth, Peter Parker.
[Criticisms aside, her eyes light up at the bottle he’s held out for offer and she opens the widow to let him in properly.]
Did I mention you are my favorite?
She scoffs and rolls her eyes. Yelena has no misgivings about how she looks, but it’s just different having it angled this way, directed at her so genuinely rather than using it for her own advantage.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Okay, this is too much,” she waved one hand, dismissive, “new topic.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Okay, this is too much,” she waved one hand, dismissive, “new topic.”
"Okay," Kate is absolutely furthering the useless and/or easy stereotypes right now, but she really doesn't want to do anything other than lean into it. Who could ever not eagerly want to keep making Yelena laugh as long as they possibly could? It feels like winning something, each time.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"What do you want to talk about?"
[Peter almost starts when Yelena suddenly appears, but he manages to keep his cool, surprisingly. He grins and waves with the hand holding the hot sauce.] Hello! A present from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, as promised.
[He sighs and his shoulders sink when she says that she heard him a mile away.] Yeah, that's definitely a work in progress. I think I have too much fun swinging and I let it get the better of me.
[He climbs in through the window, beaming under his mask.] You might have, once or twice. I still love hearing it though.
[He sighs and his shoulders sink when she says that she heard him a mile away.] Yeah, that's definitely a work in progress. I think I have too much fun swinging and I let it get the better of me.
[He climbs in through the window, beaming under his mask.] You might have, once or twice. I still love hearing it though.
Bucky looks up over the rim of his book when he hears Yelena start to wake. He knows better than to wake up an assassin without warning, so he just lets her come to consciousness on her own. Finally, she speaks and he can't help but quirk his mouth up, amused. "I got the comfiest one on the market. You have no idea what they were like, back in the twenties and thirties, like sitting on a goddamn board."
He slips a bookmark between the pages of his book and sets it down on the table next to him. "Kinda surprised to find you here. You can't warn a guy? What if I had someone here with me," he teases. She probably knows that he wouldn't, since Steve is busy with the Avengers. Their relationship isn't a well kept secret, even though they don't openly share it either.
He slips a bookmark between the pages of his book and sets it down on the table next to him. "Kinda surprised to find you here. You can't warn a guy? What if I had someone here with me," he teases. She probably knows that he wouldn't, since Steve is busy with the Avengers. Their relationship isn't a well kept secret, even though they don't openly share it either.
"I can tell," she says to the first comment, other than tugging her leg out of the wedge it'd managed to get into, she seems not very eager to move from her place on the couch. "Everything was worse then," at least she does manage to sit up, shoving herself with her back into the corner of the couch. "You barely even had tv."
She snorts softly at that. "What warning did you need? Was me on your couch not enough?" What kind of spy would she be if she went around warning everyone every time she planned to swing by? Honestly. "Oh, no, I might see you chastely kiss your husband!" she pretends to be clutching pearls she isn't wearing. "The scandal!" she laughs at her own joke, grinning at him all the while.
She snorts softly at that. "What warning did you need? Was me on your couch not enough?" What kind of spy would she be if she went around warning everyone every time she planned to swing by? Honestly. "Oh, no, I might see you chastely kiss your husband!" she pretends to be clutching pearls she isn't wearing. "The scandal!" she laughs at her own joke, grinning at him all the while.
"We didn't have tv," Bucky corrects. "Just movie theatres. We had a phone at my place though, and people from all over the neighbourhood would come and use it when they needed to." It's so weird to think about now, since Bucky currently has a phone sitting on the table next to him, with no cords attaching it to anything, and the capability to connect to the internet. He can keep in touch with anyone he chooses to, and avoid those he doesn't. The future is wild.
"If you think that all me and Steve do in here is kiss chastely, then you are very misinformed about our relationship." Neither he nor Steve are loose lipped about their relationship, choosing to keep things pretty private, but he's never once let anyone believe that they're not fucking like rabbits the moment they head back home together. "If word got out that we're not innocent old grandfathers, it might actually be a scandal."
"If you think that all me and Steve do in here is kiss chastely, then you are very misinformed about our relationship." Neither he nor Steve are loose lipped about their relationship, choosing to keep things pretty private, but he's never once let anyone believe that they're not fucking like rabbits the moment they head back home together. "If word got out that we're not innocent old grandfathers, it might actually be a scandal."
“God, you are older than TV?!” Is she really that shocked or is it just the dumb little sister energy she holds so much of finding a way to burst out of her? Always hard to tell, actually.
She laughs, and it’s a raucous thing, loud and uninhibited. “Oh my God, I want to read the TMZ article they would do! It would be so funny.”
She laughs, and it’s a raucous thing, loud and uninhibited. “Oh my God, I want to read the TMZ article they would do! It would be so funny.”
“I don’t knooow,” she draws the word out, amused, but as she curls her lips into a smile, a different thought enters her mind and something devilish flashes in her eyes, “Maybe we can do something else with our mouths instead?”
It’s with that question that she pulls Kate closer, the kiss she tugs her into is full of tongues and teeth and the kind of need found in bedrooms of teenagers— but, hell, she skipped that part of growing up, and maybe she deserves a taste of that, too.
It’s with that question that she pulls Kate closer, the kiss she tugs her into is full of tongues and teeth and the kind of need found in bedrooms of teenagers— but, hell, she skipped that part of growing up, and maybe she deserves a taste of that, too.
From anybody else, that would be the type of line that would just make Kate burst into laughter. It's ridiculous how effectively it'd work from Yelena - knowing that Yelena isn't trying to use a line, she's just talking, only makes it better. Probably for the best Kate doesn't have the time to reply before Yelena is kissing her. She would have only said something else stupid that Yelena would basically be obligated to tease her about again.
Better her mouth is kept busy - just about best case scenario that her mouth is kept busy like this. She doesn't even have any embarassment left about the sound she makes against Yelena's mouth, overwhelmed for the first few seconds of this kiss. The want from before their conversational break kicks back in quickly, though, and that kicks her into gear to match Yelena's energy, give as good as she's getting. She settles her hands on Yelena's thighs, running her thumbs back and forth lightly, and sits up a little straighter to try and deepen the kiss even more, to better chase the taste of Yelena.
Better her mouth is kept busy - just about best case scenario that her mouth is kept busy like this. She doesn't even have any embarassment left about the sound she makes against Yelena's mouth, overwhelmed for the first few seconds of this kiss. The want from before their conversational break kicks back in quickly, though, and that kicks her into gear to match Yelena's energy, give as good as she's getting. She settles her hands on Yelena's thighs, running her thumbs back and forth lightly, and sits up a little straighter to try and deepen the kiss even more, to better chase the taste of Yelena.
"I was born in nineteen eighteen, Yelena," Bucky states dryly. "TVs weren't invented for in home use until almost the thirties, and I was way too poor to have one." His parents had been better off than Steve was, but that's not to say that he was rich at all. Far from it.
He agrees with her on her second point, though, since that article would be hilarious to read. "I feel like no one would believe it, even with photographic proof. Steve is so good at playing the boy scout that no one even suspects that he lives in a den of sin."
He agrees with her on her second point, though, since that article would be hilarious to read. "I feel like no one would believe it, even with photographic proof. Steve is so good at playing the boy scout that no one even suspects that he lives in a den of sin."
"Well, I don't know, okay. I wasn't there when it was invented, it's always existed to me!" It's very, very obvious she is not nearly as offended or upset as she sounds. It's all for the joke. Like so many things can be with her. It's a coping mechanism, and also just her style of humor. A wham-bam, one-two punch of inescapability!
"They would say one of you was a stand-in, or it was actors or oohh-" she's literally bouncing on the couch now with her excitement at the sudden thought in her mind, "Oh, have you seen the musical? It is hilariously terrible."
"They would say one of you was a stand-in, or it was actors or oohh-" she's literally bouncing on the couch now with her excitement at the sudden thought in her mind, "Oh, have you seen the musical? It is hilariously terrible."
It does look really fun. I want to go, sometime. [It's like flying, or near as she'll get without some terrible science experiment gone wrong all over her, and hey, she'd rather not, thanks.]
Good, because I do not think I will stop yet. [She leads the way away from the window and further into her flat, leaving the hotsauce on the counter in the kitchen.] You want something to eat? A soda? Are we drinking? I don't know. What are we doing, Pyotr?
Good, because I do not think I will stop yet. [She leads the way away from the window and further into her flat, leaving the hotsauce on the counter in the kitchen.] You want something to eat? A soda? Are we drinking? I don't know. What are we doing, Pyotr?
It's super fun and I will definitely take you swinging whenever you want! [Peter perks up at that. He loves swinging and he's always happy to show someone just how great swinging is. He thinks Yelena will have a good time with it. He hopes, anyway.] Just name the time and place and I will be there!
[Peter follows Yelena into the kitchen, removing his mask as he does.] Soda and a snack would be great, thanks! I guess we're making it up as we go?
[Peter follows Yelena into the kitchen, removing his mask as he does.] Soda and a snack would be great, thanks! I guess we're making it up as we go?
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