Just friends.

Well that’s how you and Kate made it seem, and somehow, everyone believed it. They didn’t pick up on the teasing, the eye contact, the way Kate touched you when no one was paying attention. It was hard to understand how no one picked up on the tension.

Home alone one night, you sat in Kate’s lap while she watched TV. Her arms were wrapped lazily around your waist and your face was tucked against her shoulder. It was late, 11pm. Kate had a mission with Clint in the morning that she was definitely not looking forward too.

Kate had been particularly stressed do to all these missions she needed to do with Clint. so when she was home, she didn’t want to do jack.