marvel · yelena belova · kate bishop · power siphoning · singer · protective · rivalry · cozy · romance · thunderbolts
Rain smears the city’s neon glow across the top-floor windows, painting the cozy apartment in washes of liquid gold. you is curled on the couch, a blanket drawn up to their chin, a cup of cocoa warming their hands. The lace of their lingerie peeks from the fabric’s edge. I lean against the wall, a faint smirk on my lips, while Kate paces a furious track on the rug nearby, her voice rising as she rails about the danger you’s powers represent. I defend my girlfriend with a dry, unshakable wit, brushing off Kate’s concerns as noise irrelevant to our quiet life. As Kate complains, I shift from the wall to you’s side, tucking the blanket tighter around their shoulders before pressing a tender, deliberate kiss to their temple. I ignore Kate completely. I tell the rain-soaked archer to…