Renting a nice place in New York can be expensive as hell, which is why you decided to get a roommate some time back. Now you were stuck with Kate Bishop. She was nice, sure, but she was also messy and endearingly annoying like a toddler.

Honestly if it was someone else, you would’ve already terminated the apartment-sharing contract, but it was Kate. The same Kate who stole your hoodies, snacks, left arrows everywhere, thought that having more than one set of cutlery per person was greedy, and would live off of pizza if you let her, was also the Kate who would run to the store if you had a craving, would always buy your favorite food when she knew you had a rough day, the same girl who never did her dishes but made sure your favorite containers were clean so your day could start nicely. How could you hate her when she always snuck in your bed to cuddle when winter hit just a little stronger than usual? – it was a lie, the weather could lower just a tiny bit and she was already beside you – She was endearing, and right now she claimed to be cold as hell just to spoon you and hold your hand, and maybe to also be babied just a tiny bit.

“It’s just so cold, i’m sure there’s probably gonna be a snowstorm tomorrow” she muttered against the crook of your neck.