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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.

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“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.”

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This is the first chapter or fic where I have entered into the romantic shipping of these two characters. I may continue in this vein, but for now, this idea worked out pretty good. I hope you enjoy it.  

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Two Times Yelena came to Kate’s bed and one time she didn’t.

It had been about a month since Yelena decided to stay with Kate. It had never been discussed. Kate had never given her a key. The blonde spy had never needed one. Yelena would simply let herself in after whatever job she would go off to do. She would crash on the futon when she returned; most of those first nights without any covers and still in her tactical gear. Sometimes, either she or Kate would make dinner, something simple. But most of the time they were on their own. They were friends, after all, not a couple.

Yelena didn’t complain, but there was something in her ‘my business is not yours’ and ‘for your own safety’ comments that gave Kate the impression that the blonde assassin didn’t care for her new bosses. Of course, it was possible she was being protective which made Kate smile wistfully.

When Kate had gone to bed that evening, Yelena had not yet returned. She waited for a while, scrolling her Instagram, which was nothing more than news items and celebrity postings. It was a sobering and sad moment for her, realizing she had no friends, or acquaintances for that matter. She drifted off to thinking of the Bartons and their nice nuclear family.

The brunette stirred awake when she felt movement in the bed. Someone or something had touched her leg. She sat up straight in shock and though to room was dark, she notice the blonde hair and lovely, oddly peaceful, face of her friend Yelena.  

The blonde was dead asleep and had apparently gotten into the bed silently and simply gone to sleep. Kate laid back down as quietly as possible, resting her head on the pillow facing Yelena. Her friend was beautiful. Was it creepy to watch her sleep? After all, they weren’t a couple. She imagined the assassin knowing she was watching her sleep and pretending to be asleep just the scare the crap out of her at any moment. But, she didn’t. Kate also marveled at forwardness of Yelena getting into her bed. Did the woman even consider that Kate might not have wanted it? Or, did she think, or already know, that Kate had fantasized about it many times?

From where her head lay, Kate could see that Yelena was still wearing her tactical suit, at least the under armour long sleeve that zipped up to her neck. Without removing any covers, Kate lightly touched her friend’s leg with a big toe. Yes, she was still wearing her spy pants for lack of a better term. Kate thought it could not be comfortable to sleep in those clothes. She thought they might be too hot, too itchy with sweat. She could how sweat had dried in her hair, at the temples and scalp. Yelena Belova was in her bed. The mysterious woman had literally broken into her life, first making herself at home in her apartment, now making herself at home in her bed. Was Kate such a pushover or did it go deeper than that.

“Do not overthink, Kate Bishop,” Yelena said through a yawn. “It will keep us both awake. Do you want me to go to futon?”

“No,” Kate replied, easily. “You’re fine.”

“Okay. Good night.”

 *****

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