Thanks, Staff.

I recently read this gem of a book, so I tried to recreate a fanart in the form of a manip.

That awkward moment when you want to impress your crush with your superhero uniform

BUT SHE ALSO HAS A COOL ASSASSIN UNIFORM

Cressida baby they could never make me hate you

Eloise babe you are pushing your luck

This is what we call love at first fight, my friend

AND I LOVE IT

46. Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed. (Kate/Yelena)

Yelena and Bucky get back from a Black Op and Kate takes care of her girl. Canon divergent post BW movie, set post TFATWS and Hawkeye

Also here

Kate hasn’t seen her girlfriend in two weeks, and hasn’t spoken to her in at least that long. A black op, Yelena had said apologetically when she’d gotten briefed, brushing delicate kisses over Kate’s nose and cheeks twined together in their bed, no communication.

Kate hates black ops.

The C-130 rumbles to a stop on the tarmac and Bucky and Yelena are the first two out, bags slung over their shoulders. Yelena’s delicate, pale cheeks are flushed with peeling sunburn and she’s moving stiffly. Bucky is armless, the fingers of his vibranium arm poking out of the open zipper of his duffle bag, left eye ringed with dark bruising.

“Baby,” Kate breathes, meeting Yelena halfway. Yelena slumps gratefully into Kate’s arms, brushing her nose against Kate’s throat. She hisses a little when Kate tightens the hug.

“Are you hurt?” Kate asks, pulling away. Yelena shakes her head, cracking half a smile. Kate takes her bag from her and Yelena rolls her right shoulder in discomfort, leaning back against Kate’s side as they head toward the car, pointedly ignoring Sam and Bucky kissing fiercely on the tarmac.

“Just sore,” Yelena murmurs, resting her head on Kate’s shoulder as they slide into the backseat, “long day at work.”

“You need to put lotion on your face,” Kate says, “Your poor skin.”

“You can put it on when we get home,” Yelena says, nuzzling Kate’s shoulder. She smells like dirt and sweat and jet fuel but Kate can’t bring herself to care, pressing her face into Yelena’s messy hair and inhaling deeply.

“I missed you,” Kate admits, as Sam and Bucky slide into the front seat and Sam starts the car. Yelena mumbles something affirmative, sagging against Kate’s side a little more heavily and closing her eyes. Kate reaches forward and squeezes Bucky’s shoulder, and his broad metal hand comes up to cover hers. He looks, if possible, even more exhausted than Yelena, who’s already sliding into a doze, breath slow and warm against Kate’s chest.

“You good?” she asks. Bucky nods tiredly and mirrors Yelena’s position against the window. Sam turns the radio on low and Bucky and Yelena are out before they make it off base.

Kate leads her half conscious girlfriend to the hall bathroom when they get home, pulling the zipper of her suit down and helping her shrug it off her shoulders. The right one is black and blue with fairly fresh bruising, and she’s got road rash patched over her ribcage. Kate begins to undo Yelena’s sloppy braid and Yelena leans her head back against Kate’s chest, sighing.

“Here,” Kate murmurs, “Sit down so I can get your boots off.”

Yelena drops heavily on the toilet, suit around her waist. There’s blood and sweat staining her sports bra. Yelena’s feet are blistered. Whatever their mission was, it was brutal. Kate eases the suit the rest of the way off Yelena’s body and tugs her underwear down as well, unclasping the bra. She kisses Yelena’s temple once she’s naked and strips herself down, turning on the shower.

“Feels nice,” Yelena says, tilting her head into the water, arms loose around Kate’s waist. Kate washes her hair three times to get all the grit and grime out of it, taking care not to rub too much soap into the thick scabbed up scrapes on Yelena’s sides. Yelena leans against her, knees soft, splaying her fingers so they fit in the grooves of Kate’s ribs. It’s a relief every time Yelena comes home and slides right into Kate’s arms like she never left.

“You wanna lay down?” Kate offers, wrapping a towel around Yelena’s shoulders. Yelena nods. Kate carefully massages lotion into Yelena’s sunburned cheeks and Yelena grins, leaning in for a kiss that’s just a slow, sloppy press of lips. She really is exhausted.

Kate gets Yelena down on her belly once she’s in clean underwear, running her hands over Yelena’s back. Her muscles are visibly tight, knotted up under her skin. Kate digs her fingers into one knot and Yelena lets out a long, pained sigh.

“Too much?”

“No,” Yelena croaks, pillowing her head on her arms, “Just sore.”

Kate digs her fingers in again, relishing in the feeling of Yelena, warm and alive and mostly in one piece under her hands. Yelena’s ribcage expands and contracts as she breathes rhythmically through the sensation of her muscles being forced to unwind. Kate strokes fingers through her hair to give her skin a break and Yelena practically purrs under her touch, back arching like Alpine when someone rubs her ears.

“Want me to braid it when you’re dressed?” Kate asks, and Yelena nods. Kate rubs her thumb against a particularly tight spot over one of Yelena’s vertebrae and then kisses the dip of her spine, dragging her to sitting. Yelena presses their foreheads together with a sigh.

“Thanks, Katyusha,” Yelena rasps, leaning in to press their lips together, “I feel like I got hit with a car.”

“Did you?” Kate asks gently. Yelena shakes her head against Kate’s forehead, arms coming around Kate’s middle. Kate kisses her again, taking a deep breath.

They get dressed in clothes that may or may not be theirs. Kate realizes that her shorts say Air Force on them and shrugs, tugging a henley that’s definitely Bucky’s over her head. Yelena looks up at her from her position on the bed and Kate helps her into sweats and a long sleeved shirt, settling behind her and running a comb through her long blonde hair. It doesn’t take long to braid it- Kate has a lot of practice. Yelena gets heavier and heavier against the mattress, leaning against Kate’s chest. They just breathe for a second.

“You want to eat something?” Yelena shakes her head.

“You wanna nap?”

A tired nod. Kate texts Sam so he knows to leave them alone and helps Yelena under the covers.

“I-” Yelena stops and takes an exhausted, trembling breath, “I hated this mission.”

Kate starts rubbing small circles on Yelena’s shaking back. She knows Yelena probably can’t talk about it, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t comfort her.

“I got ya,” Kate murmurs. The front of her stolen henley is growing damp. Yelena is crying. Kate presses her face into Yelena’s hair.

“There were-” Yelena takes a shuddering breath, “kids-”

Kate holds Yelena a little tighter after that, letting Yelena work through her tears against her ribcage.

“You’re here now, sweetheart,” Kate murmurs, “You’re safe.”

Yelena is in for a rough night, but Kate holds her until she falls asleep anyway, stroking her damp braid until she stops crying and drops off.

“I love you,” Kate whispers into Yelena’s hair, “I am so glad you made it home.”

Hand kissing.

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“I have missed you, Kate Bishop.”

i read and reread @c--and--b 's fic its so good and wholesome i loved it pls go read it <3

Kingpin: Did you take out Kate Bishop like I requested?

Yelena: Kate has been taken out, yes

Kingpin: You have my grat-

Yelena: It was a great restaurant

Kingpin: That’s not-

Yelena: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

A little meta, I know...

"The minute I knew that she was gonna be a part of the show, I was very excited. I am a huge fan of Florence and her work. At that point, it had been me and Jeremy the whole time, so I was ready for some Florence Pugh. That scene in particular was so fun. There's a lot of layers. It's always exciting to dig into a scene like that. When you first read it, you laugh, there are points that you love and connect to. But when you really get into it you understand that there's a deeper meaning to this very fun scene that has a lot of great banter between these two really awesome characters.

"I just remember being so impressed by Florence. She had a great understanding of Yelena and where Yelena falls in this moment. She's been given a task, and she has made it very clear she will stop at nothing to achieve this task. There's Kate simply trying to understand where she's coming from, because she's not willing to accept Yelena's thoughts on Clint. These are two people who are just trying to protect the thing that they love. In that, they sort of find this connection to each other."

— Hailee Steinfeld