“I really don’t think this is necessary,” Kate states
as she sinks a little further into the rickety old hospital chair she’s
sitting on. As instructed by the paramedics who drove her and Clint
here, she hasn’t moved from it since, though it’s not for lack of
trying. “I mean yeah, okay, breathing is a little uncomfortable, but
I’ll have you know that I once fell out of a tree
several times in a row,
and it felt exactly like this, and I was
fine
. Without having to sit in a waiting room for hours on end while my face and body bleed out of a million tiny cuts.”
When Clint doesn’t react, Kate turns her face towards him and squints at his ear.
She slaps his shoulder, and he rights himself and taps his hearing aid.
—or,
after her confrontation with Clint Barton, Yelena goes into an
unexpected stress heat and no other alpha will do but Kate Bishop.
or
or, this story is nearly 75% smut. It is also 37k and will be updated
every couple of days. I’ve already finished it. If you do not like A/B/O
or explicit smut–please, for the love of all that is good, do not read
this. I have never added so many tags to a single story in my life.
Please read them before clicking.
Remember what you have. Magic. It’s lodged in you. Like a spiked arrow. It wounds you. Deeply. But it’s a strange sort of pain. Combined with… bliss. Trust me. It’s all you’ll ever need. It’s everything.
