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“I’m never going to be able to be a mother, and no matter how many times I think I’m over it, it just hits worse,” Yelena admitted, curling into Kate’s side.
“I’m sorry, baby. They had no right to do that to you,” Kate replied, pressing a kiss to her head.
“If I could go back and stop them, I would. I never got to experience my first period or anything. I just want to know what it’s like.”
“Bloody, painful, you get so hungry it’s not funny, and all you want to do is cry.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
Pulling the leftovers out of the fridge, Yelena pried the lid off and grabbed a spoon. Scooping some mix of chocolate mousse, whipped cream, and strawberries out, she shoved it into her mouth and walked through the apartment.
Kate was still in bed, a line a drool dripping onto the pillow below. Walking over to her, Yelena nudged her with her foot as she swallowed.
“Kate Bishop, wake up. I’m bored and lonely.”
“One more hour,” Kate mumbled.
“So, you don’t want any mousse?”
“Mousse?” Kate asked sitting up and opening her mouth for Yelena to give her a spoonful.
Yelena knew she was never going to get any kind of closure about who she once was. Sometimes late at night, she would lie away listening to Kate softly snoring and wonder about the woman who gave birth to her. She would wonder if she looked like her or her biological father, if she had any more siblings, and even if they were still alive.
Taking a shuddering breath, Yelena turned and curled into Kate’s sleeping form. Feeling arms wrap around her, she nuzzled against her chest and tried to sleep.
“I love you, Yelena.”
I love you too, Kate.”
Climbing over the fence, Kate held her breath as her foot slipped. Regaining her balance, she got her other leg over the fence before she slipped again. Hoping she didn’t break anything as her body hit the ground, she took a breath and began to move her body slowly. Things hurt but she couldn’t tell how bad they were.
Seeing someone in the corner of her eye, Kate let out the breath she had been holding when she saw the familiar outline of Yelena approaching her.
“Little hawk, what did you do?” she asked, bending over and helping her up.
“Kate Bishop, you almost got killed, again,” Yelena muttered as she hauled Kate off the ground and caught her as she swayed unsteadily.
“It’s part of my charm,” Kate replied, squeezing her eyes shut as pain radiated through her body. “I think something is broken.”
“What is broken, little hawk? Where do you hurt?” Yelena asked, beginning to check her over.
“Ribs, I think.”
Feeling along Kate’s ribcage, Yelena tutted when she felt one that seemed out of place. “Maybe dislocated but not broken,” she said, wrapping an arm around Kate. “Let’s get out of here and check properly, okay?”
“Stop fussing, will you, Kate Bishop. I’m almost done braiding your hair,” Yelena scolded as she batted Kate’s hand away from touching her hair.
“It’s been forever, Yelena,” Kate sulked as she huffed.
“It’s been three minutes. If you would stop moving so much, it will be done a lot quicker. How about this, if you stay still until I’m done, you get to pick the movie we watch with dinner.”
“And I get cuddles before bed,” Kate added to the agreement.
“You always get cuddles, but fine, I suppose, you can have even more cuddles.”
“Best deal so far.”