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Cramping

Request: I'm on my period right now, can you write a fic involving period cramps? Maybe not Natasha or Yelena having them since they don't get periods

Note: Thank you for this request! I'm not sure why, but tumblr lost this ask, but this was what I remember it being about, so I hope I got it right!

Word Count: 1070

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Kate was currently lying down on the couch in the Avenger’s House. It was day one of her period, which was always the worst for her. All she wanted was for her cramps to go away. She had taken some medicine earlier, but her symptoms persisted. 

However, the one good thing that came from these kinds of days was that Yelena would always be nice to her. For one day each month, the blonde would help cook her meals, take care of her, and save her pranks for the following week. 

“Do you need a heating pad?” Yelena asked, walking over to her with one in her hands. 

“Sure, thanks.” Kate accepted it, enjoying the warmth that it brought.

Yelena also brought over a glass of water and sat down on the couch with her.

“You’re so lucky you don’t have to experience this,” Kate said.

“You do realize I don’t have them because my organs were ripped out of me right?” Yelena looked at her with ridicule. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just wish I didn’t have my period, but I know what you went through was a thousand times worse,” Kate sighed.

“Do you want a massage to help your cramps?” Yelena offered.

Kate hesitated a bit before answering. “Maybe…I guess nothing else has worked so far.”

“You’re not going to freak out, are you?” Yelena questioned.

“Freak out?”

“Well, you’re super ticklish, I thought maybe you’d flail if I touched your stomach,” the blonde giggled. 

“I wouldn’t do that! As long as you’re not purposely trying to tickle me,” Kate insisted. 

“I’ll try not to.” Yelena grinned.

“I don’t trust you,” Kate said, as Yelena gently placed her hands on her lower waist.

“Is this good?” The blonde asked, as Kate flinched from the initial touch.

“It’s fine.”

“Okay,” Yelena said, beginning to gently knead the girl’s waist.

This time, Yelena wasn’t purposely trying to tickle her, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the brunette’s attempt to not giggle.

Kate kept her hands close by, ready to push Yelena away the moment it became too much. 

The blonde put a little bit more pressure, which caused Kate to squeal and push her hands away.

“Yelena!”

“What? I didn’t do anything. Would you rather me spider my fingers over your waist?” Yelena teasingly threatened. 

“No!”

Natasha had just walked into the room, since the two girls had woken her up from her nap with their bickering.

“What’s going on?” The redhead asked.

“I’m helping Kate with her cramps by giving her a massage, but she won’t sit still,” Yelena explained.

Natasha chuckled and sat down on the nearby armchair. 

“That’s because you’re not doing it right. You’re supposed to be firm so that it doesn’t tickle,” Kate said.

“Fine,” the blond responded, putting much more pressure.

Kate sighed in relief, as it was now helping her cramps diminish much more than any other method had. 

However, much like any repetitive touch, it was bound to start to tickle for her.

“Okay! I don’t have any more cramps,” Kate insisted, as Yelena looked at her skeptically. 

“No, I think I still need to help you,” the blonde said, grinning as she now kneaded her waist with the intention of tickling her.

“YELEHEHENA! STAHAHAP!”

“But this is more fun,” the blonde responded.

“YOHOU PROMIHISED TO BEHEHE NIHICE!” Kate pushed Yelena’s hands away.

“Yelena…” Natasha warned her. As protective as the redhead was over her younger sister, she wasn’t afraid to step in when Yelena bullied Kate. 

“What, Natasha? I’m just having a little fun with the puppy.”

“IHIHIM NOHOHOT A PUPPY!” Kate retorted, still laughing from Yelena tickling her sides.

With that, Natasha got up swiftly off the chair and pulled Yelena to the other end of the couch.

“How dare you tickle her when she’s suffering on her period,” Natasha tsked, pulling her younger sister into a bear hug and trapping her arms with one hand. With her other, she skittered her fingers across the blonde’s torso, causing her to shriek and kick in protest. 

“NOHOHOHO NAHAHAT!”

Natasha always found it endearing when her sister called her Nat instead of Natasha, even if it was because she was laughing too hard to get her full name out.

“I’m just returning the favor! You were being so nice to Kate, I felt that you should receive some love too,” Natasha teased, leaning in to blow a raspberry on the side of her neck.

“Eeeek!” The blonde shrieked, curling up and feeling her ears turn red.

Kate was now sitting upright against the other end of the couch, giggling at the torment Yelena was suffering. 

“You’re really ticklish,” Kate commented.

Yelena told her to shut up and cursed at her through her laughter. The blonde was also struggling to reach Natasha’s feet, but her arms were stuck in her sister’s grasp. 

“You want to tickle my feet? Go ahead and try,” Natasha said, releasing Yelena’s arms, but using both of her hands to tickle in Yelena’s armpits. 

The blonde squealed, clamping her arms down. This didn’t stop her sister, as her nails kept wiggling. Anytime Yelena would try to reach out to tickle Natasha’s feet, the redhead would tickle her faster, causing her to shriek and retract her hand. It was a fun little game for both of them.

“LEHEHET ME GOHO!” Yelena shouted, nearly falling off the couch when Natasha tickled her ribs. 

“I don’t know, this is really fun,” Natasha pondered. Yelena then broke out of her grasp and quickly scrambled to sit on Natasha’s legs. With that, she began to tickle her sister’s feet, eliciting loud laughter from her.

“NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHORRY!”

“Apologizing so quickly? Who are you?” Yelena asked, teasingly, as her sister was lost in laughter. 

Yelena was within reach and wasn’t paying attention, so Kate took a risk and poked the blonde in the ribs, causing her to jump and temporarily stop tickling Natasha.

That wasn’t very wise, Kate Bishop,” Yelena said, reaching over to squeeze her knees. Kate kicked and screamed, regretting her mistake instantly.

However, the laughing had actually helped her take her mind off of her pain, which in turn helped her cramps feel better temporarily. It also helped that she was distracted by Yelena being tickled. It was great entertainment. 

After Yelena’s slight victory over Kate, she was once again put in her place by Natasha until she surrendered. 

[mysteriouslee]

Who is more lee?

Gwen Stacy

Kate Bishop

Voting ended onDec 17, 2023

[bambinella]

Sweet giggles

A/N: this is a request for @tickle-beans​, sorry it took me so long to write! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Kate and America decide it’s a good idea to steal Wanda’s candy, until Wanda makes them realize just how bad of an idea it actually was.

Word count: 2070

“Are you sure we won’t get in trouble for this?” America asked, looking at the huge pile of candy sitting in front of her on the couch in Kate’s apartment. Kate had urged the young girl to follow her into her room five minutes earlier, and while America had been confused, she couldn’t help but drool a little the moment she had seen the overload of sugar.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll be fine!” Kate promised with a wide grin, looking at it with pride. She and America were well-known for their love for sweets, and the others had quickly learned the hard way to either hide away their stash of snacks or lose it. And since it hadn’t been stashed away, that meant that she could take it, right? Exactly!

“But what if it’s not meant for us?” America insisted, yet didn’t look that sorry either as she sat herself down on the couch, taking one of the gummy bears in her hand.

“Well in that case, I’ll go buy them new candy tomorrow or something! Don’t worry so much, have some candy!” Kate urged, playfully jabbing the young girl in her ribs several times to make her giggle. This was all the motivation America needed, apparently, as the two of them started diving in. Kate knew that she was gonna have stomach issues later, because of the ridiculous amount of sugar she was eating, yet that was simply something future Kate would have to deal with. The more candy they ate, the more they started giggling, feeling giddy from the sugar rush. Candy, music, friendly company, everything seemed perfect at that moment.

That was, until they heard loud footsteps stomping down the hallway, in their direction. Seconds later, the door of Kate’s apartment flew open, revealing Wanda. The Scarlet Witch looked at the duo with her hands on her hips, immediately noticing all the empty candy wrappers spread over the floor, and just how little of the original pile was left.

“I knew it! Kate! America! I turn my back for five minutes and you two go running with my snacks!” She said, sounding rather annoyed. Kate and America looked at her, looked at each other, and finally burst out laughing. Wanda shook her head and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Oh no! I’m sorry!” America managed to say between her giggles, actually feeling sorry but being unable to stop herself from laughing as she looked at Wanda. With her hands on her hips, she DID look like a mom.

“S-sorry!” Kate giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as she laughed. The witch shook her head and let out a deep breath. 

“I told you!” America hissed to Kate, who just started giggling faster. Wanda could tell that they were very high on sugar, obviously from eating all her candy. And while she tried to stop it from happening, she could feel the corners of her mouth tug upwards as she listened to those giggles. Still, she couldn’t just let them off like that. 

“Now who thought it was a good idea to steal all my candy I placed in the kitchen? Hm?” Wanda questioned, raising an eyebrow at the duo. They instantly pointed at each other, which earned an eye-roll from Wanda and a gasp from America.

“Hey! You literally dragged me in here with the candy!” The teen cried out while looking at Kate with a look of betrayal. When said archer merely shrugged with a grin, America reached out to squeeze at her side, making Kate snort and curl up. And it gave Wanda the perfect idea. With a swift move of her hand, she lifted both Kate and America into the air, making them squeal in surprise.

“Woah hey! What are you doing?!” Kate cried out in giggles, still not quite used to the sensation of floating mid-air. America on the other hand, who had requested Wanda to make her fly multiple times already, was pretending to be an airplane, now fully comfortable with Wanda and her magic.

“You two stole my candy, so I feel like I need to punish you for it… and since you’re already giggling so much, what better way than to tickle you?” Wanda suggested, a mischievous smile creeping onto her face. She couldn’t help but smirk evilly at the way Kate’s and America’s eyes widened with anticipation, immediately squirming in her grasp.

“No! No wait, I’ll get you candy tomorrow! I promise!” Kate said, squirming in the invisible hold, unable to hold back a nervous giggle. Wanda held her chin and pretended to think about it, before shaking her head at the brunette.

“Hmm… nope, sorry, no can do! I wanted to eat candy today, but now I can’t. You ate my candy, so I tickle you to death,” She chuckled, noticing right away how America hid her face in her hands.

“Stop saying it out loud!” The teen whined with a giggle, obviously trying to hide her embarrassed blush. Wanda couldn’t help but chuckle as she looked at her young friend with a fond expression. She knew that Kate was the real culprit in this scenario, yet she’d take any excuse to mess with America.

“Stop saying what? Oh you mean tickle? Stop saying tickle?” Wanda teased as she walked up to her, scribbling her nails against her sides. The teen shrieked and immediately brought her arms down, only to find them immobile in the air.

“No! NohohohohoOHOHO! NO WAHAHAHAIT!” America cried out, a steady stream of giggles filling the room as Wanda focused on one of her weakspots. Unable to move her arms or legs at this point, she merely threw her head back and let out her laughter. Kate, also suspended in the air, could only watch in anticipation as two of Wanda’s red wisps floated in her direction.

“Wait? Wait for what?” She questioned with a raised brow, smirking widely as Kate started giggling hysterically when the wisps tickled her stomach. The archer started patting her own belly, as if trying to stop the magic, while her giggles grew faster and louder with every second. Wanda continued scribbling her nails against America’s sides, occasionally scratching them against the middle of her stomach.

“Nohohohohohoho! Ahahah! S-stop! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!” The teen squealed, her eyes closed shut and her nose curled up from laughing as she tugged at her limbs.

“That’s kind of the point, you know, since I’m tickling you,” The witch teased, suddenly moving her hands upwards as she started vibrating her fingertips into her ribs. America howled from the ticklish sensations, arching her back as far as she could before letting out a scream of laughter when Wanda tickled her stomach again with both hands.

“WANDAHAHA PLEEEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!” The poor teen cried out, and Wanda could tell that she needed a break. Deciding to be merciful, the witch pulled her hands away to give America a breather.

“You really are too ticklish for your own good,” Wanda chuckled while ruffling her hair, leaving America hanging in the air to walk towards Kate, who was still giggling madly from the wisps teasing her stomach and sides.

“Plehehehehease! Mahahahake it stohohohohohop!” Kate giggled, curled up into a ball into the air. Wanda smiled widely at the cute sight, yet ignored her plea for mercy completely. Instead she waved her hand, causing Kate’s arms to be stuck in the air next to her body.

“Now, I know that you’re actually the one that took the candy here, and just for that little lie I’m gonna punish you a little bit more,” Wanda teased with a wink, earning a giggle and a whine from her friend. The wisps disappeared, causing Kate to let out a sigh of relief. However, when Wanda rolled up her shirt to expose her bare stomach, the brunette started squirming in the air.

“No! Noohohoho plehehease! Wanda! You cahahan’t!” Kate pleaded, giggles from anticipation escaping her lips as she looked at her friend. Her stomach was her biggest weakspot, and to her dismay, literally everyone knew about it. Wanda winked again before gently fluttering her nails over Kate’s toned stomach. It took less than a second for the brunette to throw her head back with a squeal, loud giggles filling the room again.

“I can, and I will,” The witch grinned, fluttering her nails all over her stomach while keeping the touch light and gentle, knowing it worked best against Kate. The red wisps came into existence once more, this time floating towards her neck, and by the time they touched her skin Kate was an absolute giggling mess. America looked at her friends with a wide smile, the contagious laughter making her giggle as well.

“That’s what you get for throwing me under the bus like that,” She said teasingly to Kate, before shrieking loudly in surprise as one of the wisps started tickling her ribs. “No wait! Nohohoho!”

“Giggle some more for me,” Wanda grinned, turning her attention back to Kate as she wasted no time in tickling the archer to death. Her nails fluttered against her sides, lightly poked all over her front ribs and gently scratched against the center of her stomach, sending Kate straight into hysterical laughter. 

“YOU’RE KIHIHIHILLING MEEEHEHHEHEEEE! WAANDAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kate squealed, sucking in her stomach in an futile attempt to escape from the nails, knowing that there was nothing she could do to escape her ordeal. She could only float and suffer.

“Now now, no need to be so dramatic, I’m only mildly torturing you,” Wanda chuckled, yet pulled her hands away to grant her younger friend a break. Kate let out breathless giggles from the gentle tickles on her neck, slowly catching her breath as she looked at Wanda.

“I’m sorry for eating all your candy,” She managed to say between giggles, causing Wanda to blink. She had temporarily forgotten about the candy and had been tickling her friend because it was fun. And she could tell that Kate was being genuine, so with a wave of her hand she made the wisps tickling her neck disappear.

“Hmm… okay, you’re forgiven. But! I’m not done with you yet,” Wanda smirked, giving her another wink. Kate’s eyes lit up at the first part, before letting out another half-hearted groan at the second part.

“Oh come on!” She giggled, yet it was obvious she didn’t really mind. Her love for tickles was well-known among her friends, something they all loved taking advantage of.

“Ah, none of that, you know what you did! My candy is still swimming in there!” Wanda said, playfully raising an eyebrow as she poked the middle of her stomach several times. Kate started cackling loudly again, giving her a pleading expression.

“NO! Plehehease not thehehere!” She nearly begged, clearly unable to handle more tickles on her stomach. Wanda pretended to think about it, before suddenly wiggling her nails into the brunette’s underarms.

“Alright, I’ll go here instead~” Wanda said with a mischievous smile, knowing that she switched a bad spot for another, just as bad, spot. As expected, Kate let out a shriek of laughter from the tickles under her arms, desperately trying to pull her arms down.

“WANDAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!! PLEEEHEHEHEHHEASE!” She cried out, arching her back while closing her eyes shut. Being immobile made it tickle that much more.

“Please tickle your armpits a bit more? Yes?” Wanda teased, sending the archer in another fit of loud laughter. She knew that Kate could take a lot of tickles, which made it all the more fun to torment the young archer. She continued scribbling her nails into her hollows and over her biceps until Kate fell into silent laughter, cheeks a bright red, before finally pulling her hands away. Wanda let out a chuckle and lowered both girls to the ground, pulling the remaining wisp away from America. The duo let out their remaining giggles while catching their breath while laying on the floor, defeated.

“Now, Kate, you’re gonna go get me candy tomorrow. And if I don’t get the exact same pile that I bought today… well, I think you can figure out what will happen to you both,” Wanda said with an evil grin, before waving them off. The two girls waited until the witch had left before letting out a collective groan. Kate looked at America for a second before letting out a second groan.

“Don’t even say it.” 

“I told you so!”

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Make it a Challenge

Word count: 2,400

Pairing: Clint x reader and Kate (platonic mentor relationship)

Reader pronouns: none used (gender neutral)

Warnings: mild cursing

After Skill of a Valkyrie Part 2 came out to 13k words, I'm planning on making the next few prompts more drabble-ish length (I say 'ish' because I can't seem to write anything under 1000 words 😂). Less backstory, more just diving right into the prompt request. Hopefully this will be helpful for you readers out there with less time on your hands compared to reading through my 10k plus novellas 😅😅

This Prompt was for a mentor-mentee relationship between Clint and reader. Featuring Kate Bishop also!

"You think you got it this time?"

"Yeah, yeah I've got it."

You raised your bow up to shoulder height as you'd practiced dozens of times today. Arrow docked in place. String taut. Arm straight. Feet apart.

"How's this?" you asked, glancing to your mentor. Clint pinched his chin between his thumb and index finger for a moment, scrutinizing your stance. "What's wrong - having trouble finding fault this time?"

"Your elbow is pointed up again," Clint stated flatly, stepping closer so he could gently press down on your elbow with his palm. You scoffed. "Hey - you can be annoyed with me all you want, but you won't hit the target with that elbow all crooked like that."

"I can't help it - that's the direction it wants to go!"

Clint laughed warmly, lowering your elbow once again as it tilted upward seemingly of its own accord. "Here - I'll hold it in place, and you shoot."

You took in a slow, steady breath through your nose and held it, locking your gaze on the target fifteen feet away from where you stood. A slight breeze caressed your cheek, but nothing gusty enough to alter the course of your arrow. Tightening your grip on the bow, you released the string and arrow simultaneously with your breath.

Thwap.

"See? That's better than last time," Clint encouraged.

"Yeah but it's still only hitting the edge of the target," you argued with a groan. "I'm not convinced your methods work for me."

"Hitting the edge of the target is better than completely missing the target by a few feet, don't you think?"

You shoved his shoulder playfully at his teasing tone. "Yeah, yeah. I'm still not convinced."

"How about you watch Kate shoot one next, and you tell me if her elbow is all stuck up in the air like a chicken wing?" Clint called after you as you stalked across the yard to retrieve your arrow. You made a rude gesture at him without even turning around, grinning to yourself when he balked at you. "Oh, aren't you the mature one?"

"What, like you've never done it before?" You spun on your heel to walk backwards, throwing an impish grin his way. He responded by mimicking your rude gesture in return. "Point proven."

"Hey Kate! Why don't you come over here and show us how it's done, hmm?" Clint called across the yard toward the front porch. "I'm getting tired of the whining!"

"Hey!" you hollered, feigning insult. Kate glanced up from the book she was reading to Nate, grinning at the banter between the pair of you.

"You think you'll get less whining with me? Wow. You must be losing your memory, old man," she called in response as she handed Nate the book and rose from her seat.

"You know... I think you're having a bad influence on her," Clint griped as you returned to his side with your arrow in hand.

"But it's so easy to get under your skin!" you countered, sheathing the arrow in your quiver. "How could we not find enjoyment in irritating you when you get to tease us all the time for our form?"

"Uh, yeah. I think it's only fair we get to pick on you sometimes too," Kate concurred as she approached the pair of you. Clint rolled his eyes, clearly attempting to suppress an endeared grin.

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Kate - show us your shooting stance."

Kate hoisted her bow off her shoulder and raised it in one smooth, sweeping motion, docking an arrow. She pulled the string back and held it in place, allowing the two of you to observe her form. Clint immediately gestured to her notably straight elbow, shooting you an 'I-told-you-so' look.

"See? No crooked elbows here," he emphasized.

"Yeah? Well... Kate's shorter than me. It makes sense."

"Whahat?? No, that doesn't make sense at all!" Clint laughed. "Alright, Kate - take the shot."

Kate released the arrow and let it sail toward the target, burying itself straight in the center of the bullseye. You sighed in frustration. She turned to offer you an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry - I've been training since I was a little kid," she reminded you. "We've both got a lot of years on you in archery experience. You'll get there." Your expression softened at her words of wisdom. Satisfied, she turned and shot Clint a cocky grin. "Honestly, Hawkeye - you've really got to make this a challenge for me someday. It really isn't fair that we're both training on the same target with such a gap in experience."

"Last I checked, I wasn't training you today," Clint bantered. "You were here to help mentor. And keep Nate out of shooting range."

"He's fine, he's hanging out on the porch," she assured, gesturing to the young boy where he sat reading the book she'd left with him. "You never give me a challenge even when you are mentoring me! Make a smaller target, let me play with trick arrows... something!"

Clint pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "You want a challenge? I'll give you a challenge. Go on and line up your shot."

Kate shot him a confused look, nevertheless sliding an arrow from her quiver and docking it in her bow once again. She turned to look at Clint with an exasperated expression. "How is this a challenge?"

"Just focus on the target. I'll tell you when to shoot." Clint sidled up behind Kate as she returned her attention to the target, reaching around her to cover her eyes with his hands. She yelped in surprise, lowering her bow. "You wanted a challenge!"

"Yeah, but warn me next time you're gonna blindfold me with your sweaty hands, alright??" She repositioned her bow, this time not flinching when Clint blocked her vision. "This isn't a challenge," she boasted, releasing the arrow and striking the target mere millimeters from the previous arrow in the center.

"Oh you want a harder one? Go ahead, I'll come up with something."

Kate scoffed. "Yeah, alright. Whatever you say." She realigned her shot with a fresh arrow, rolling her eyes with a bored expression. As she prepared to shoot, Clint placed his palm on the crown of her head and mussed her hair. She whined as her arrow sailed, still striking its target despite the added distraction. "Don't mess with my hair! Ugh, you're a child!"

"Thought I was an 'old man' a few minutes ago?" he retorted with a teasing lilt.

"You're a childish old man, clearly," you chimed in in Kate's defense. Clint shot you a half-hearted glare.

"You'd better watch yourself, you're still not done training for today. I can make your life miserable too."

"You wouldn't try to blindfold me, you know I wouldn't hit the target," you argued. "I can barely hit it with my eyes open."

Kate removed another arrow from her quiver, holding it up with a challenging stance toward Clint. "Well? You gonna make this actually hard? Or are you giving up?"

"Just turn around and shoot the damn arrow," he groaned. She raised her bow once again, lining up her shot. Swiftly, Clint stepped up behind her and prodded her sides with his index fingers. "Ha-hehey!" she yelped, doubling over slightly and lowering her bow.

"How's this for 'childish' hmm?" He continued to poke and prod at her sides at random, much like a younger brother might do to their older sibling. Kate giggled, twisting to avoid his ticklish pokes. "Are you giving up now, Kate?"

"Noho! Just - ack - juhust stop tickling me-hee!" she pleaded. He ceased as requested, waiting patiently with his arms folded for her to reposition herself to shoot. "I can totally still hit the target."

"Oh yeah? Even when you're dancing around like that?" he asked facetiously, throwing in a poke to her stomach. She swatted his hand away with a sharp look.

"Just watch me."

Kate eyed Clint warily as she shifted back into her shooting stance. He flashed her a smirk, slowly moving his hand toward her side with wiggling fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip to maintain her focus, releasing the arrow the moment his fingertips connected with her side. Admittedly, the shot was slightly off kilter, but she still managed to hit the very edge of the bullseye.

"HA!" she exclaimed triumphantly, turning to accept a high-five from you. "Nice try, old man!" she added with a smirk in Clint's direction.

"Alright, alright... you win this round," he admitted in defeat, grinning fondly at the two of you. "Don't think I haven't forgotten about you," he added, pointing at you accusingly.

"Me?? On the list of 'unsafe things to do,' I think trying to distract me while shooting an arrow is probably towards the top."

Clint responded by sliding your quiver off your shoulder and tossing it aside, kneeling to dig around in his bag while you protested. He removed an arrow from inside, handing it to you with a haughty smirk.

"Wha- you're gonna make me train with a Nerf arrow??"

"Excuse me - that is not a Nerf arrow," he responded in offense. "It's called a training arrow - I built them to have the same specs as any standard arrow, but with a foam arrowhead for safety."

"You've let me shoot with real arrows since I started - where were you keeping these then?"

Clint shrugged. "I trusted you enough not to shoot anyone's eye out with a real one. And I was right, wasn't I?"

"So how am I supposed to know where I hit the target with this? It'll bounce right off."

"You've still got work to do on your form." He winked cheekily. "When you show me you've perfected your shooting stance, I'll give you the real arrows back."

"My form is just fine."

"Then you should have no problem demonstrating it for me." He motioned toward you in a silent request to demonstrate. You shot him a wary look in return.

"What are you up to?"

"You two wanted a challenge today. And this 'childish old man' is more than happy to bring it."

You let out a huff of air through your nose, pretending to be annoyed rather than hyperaware of where Clint stood behind you as you lifted your bow and docked the foam-tipped arrow. Carefully, you pulled the string back and held your stance, waiting a few moments for his critique.

"Well? How's this?" you asked after the silence lingered a bit too long for your liking.

"Stance is good... shoulders are straight... that damn elbow is really getting you, though." He poked your bent elbow for reference.

"I told you, it just goes that way! I can't help it!"

"Oh no?" Clint reached out and wriggled his fingertips into the exposed space under your arm. With a shriek of protest, you instinctively lowered it to protect the vulnerable spot. "There you go! Keep it just like that."

"You're the wohorst!" you griped, readjusting yourself into a more firm stance. Seconds later, his fingers were dusting underneath your arm once again. "CLIHINT!"

"Keep that elbow down. How many times do I have to tell you?" There was an air of amusement in his tone that made you turn and stick your tongue out at him. "Ah-ah! I said keep it down!"

"Don't- AHARGH!" You lowered both arms as he dug into your uppermost ribs this time, allowing the string of the bow to loosen. "You are insufferable!"

"I'm insufferable??" His hands latched onto your ribs from behind, digging into the crevices without relenting this time. You burst into a fit of laughter, allowing the bow and arrow to fall to the ground beside you as you re-targeted your focus toward blocking the ticklish sensation. "When the kids can't follow simple directions, they get punished - maybe that's what you need."

"CLIHIHINT! Plehease!!" you pleaded helplessly as your knees buckled beneath you. He followed you down as you sank to the ground, fingers darting randomly up and down your sides to keep you squirming.

"You gonna keep that elbow down now?" he urged teasingly.

"YEHEHES! Oh my gohod!" You toppled over sideways as he scribbled into your belly, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally ceased his attack. "I-hi... I feel bahad for your kids, dahamn!"

"Oh, they're not nearly as ticklish as you are," he jested, earning a glare. "Come on - let's shoot one more real one. Show me what you've got."

He held out a hand to help you up, which you accepted. Once on your feet, you scooped up your bow and turned toward the target. Clint placed a regular arrow in your hand.

"No tickling this time - I have a sharp object now," you chastised with a grin.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now - get into your stance, elbow down, and shoot."

You breathed in and out slowly, refocusing on the target. Carefully, you raised the bow and docked your arrow, this time ensuring your elbow remained level with your shoulder despite how foreign it still felt. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Clint nod with approval.

"Let it fly," he instructed.

It struck dead center.

"Holy hell, that was amazing!!" Kate praised, throwing her arms around you in a congratulatory hug. You were beaming ear to ear as you returned her hug, glancing at Clint over her shoulder. He had a fatherly smile lighting up his face.

"Told you - it was all in that rogue elbow," he boasted.

"Yeah, yeah..." You rolled your eyes, unable to wipe the smile off your face. "All this archery has made me hungry."

"Oh? You cookin'?" Clint teased as he started to head toward the house.

"Nah, I thought Kate could cook."

"Hey! Why should I have to cook?"

"Because you're better at it than he is."

"Don't push your luck," Clint warned, prodding your side and chuckling at your squeak. "I think I'm gonna call you 'mouse' after that noise."

"I'm still gonna call you 'old man' then."

All of you knew very well that Laura would already have dinner on the table for the family plus you and Kate by the time you got inside. She was kind like that. But you'd never pass up an opportunity to banter with your mentor.

[homunculuslover]

This might be my last timed exclusive to be released in a while.~ I'll be away from tomorrow! I'm hoping to still doing doodles and such to show you guys! <3

Enjoy Arte cheering up Kate with tickles~

[homunculuslover]

They'd never miss a chance. They'd never forget. ....They never needed the excuse. But the excuse was handy to have. And boy, oh boy. Did they revel in the levels of dread before the impact.

The squirms, the squeezes, the begs, the bargaining. All had fallen upon non existence ears upon her robotic partners. It only encouraged their grins to inch wider and wider as they proceeded their decent to torment.

And why not, of course. It was a very special day, how could they not think to put their beloved into gales of frantic laughter? This was a very particular excuse to tease, to poke, to skitter....to tickle.~

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Something I started before my birthday but couldn't finish on time. I wanted comfort tickles. QuQ

[widowsistersandfriends]

Don't Lose the Bet

Request: always more Kate bishop, I want Nat to wreck her sooooo bad, idk what the scenario would be though

Summary: Kate loses a bet to Yelena and has to pull a prank on Natasha. It does not end well for the brunette.

Word Count: 574

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Kate had lost a bet to Yelena recently. A couple of weeks ago, the blonde and brunette were betting on who would win, Bills or Broncos. Yelena chose the Broncos, while Kate chose the Bills.

“Kate Bishop, that was not a wise decision,” Yelena said.

“What, I think the quarterback is cute!” Kate exclaimed.

“Cuteness isn’t how you win the football game,” Yelena countered.

Much to the blonde’s delight, she had won the bet and now Kate had to pull off all the pranks Yelena had planned for Natasha. The blonde loved the fact that she would get to indirectly annoy her sister, while avoiding the blame and punishment.

“Hey Natasha, I got you a nice cold drink,” Kate offered, as the redhead had just got done with a workout.

“Oh, wow, thank you so much. That’s so thoughtful,” Natasha said, accepting the drink. Normally if this were Yelena, the older sister would’ve been skeptical, but since it was Kate, she assumed it was just a nice gesture.

Natasha took a sip, immediately making a face and gagging. Turns out, it wasn’t the typical lemonade she was expecting. It was pure lemon juice only.

The redhead immediately put the cup down, chasing after Kate. 

“Get back here!” She shouted.

“Don’t chase me!” Kate squealed. 

Kate didn’t know where she was heading, so she naturally went to her room and closed the door. Natasha was right on her heels, opening the door back up and tackling her to the bed.

“No, please! Let me explain!” Kate cried, bursting out into laughter as Natasha began to dig into her ribs.

“NOHOHO AHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!”

“Please what?”

“PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP TIHIHCKLING MEHEHE!”

“But I need to punish you, troublemaker.” With that, Natasha’s hands began to claw at her stomach.

Kate cackled with laughter, kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Oooh, I think I like this spot,” Natasha commented.

“IHIHI HAHATE YOHOHOU!”

“You what?” Natasha asked, turning around to tickle her feet.

“NO NO NOHOHO WAHAHAIT IHIHIM SOHORRY!”

“Someone’s gotta teach you some manners, huh?” Natasha said, driving the younger girl mad with her nails.

Kate was desperate, so she sat up and dug her hands into Natasha’s armpits. The redhead jumped, quickly jolting to protect her weak spot. However, Natasha made sure that Kate knew she made a grave mistake.

The redhead pinned Kate’s arms above her head, leaning down to blow five consecutive raspberries on her belly. Kate was silent with laughter, shaking her head and breathlessly trying to beg for mercy.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Natasha asked, now using her free hand to tickle her armpits.

“YEHEHES OH GOHOD PLEHEHEASE!”

With that, Natasha relented, letting the younger girl catch her breath.

“What’s gotten into you? You’re turning into a mini Yelena,” Natasha teased, poking her ribs.

Kate jumped before explaining. “I lost a bet to Yelena over a football game so my punishment was to pull off this prank on you so she wouldn’t get in trouble.”

“Hmm, that actually makes a lot of sense now. How about we pay her a visit and punish her together?” Natasha suggested.

Kate had a mischievous look in her eye, ready to get revenge. She knew she would be safe since she now had Natasha on her side.

With that, the two of them took off and looked for the blonde. Around ten minutes later, the house was filled with laughter, begging, and swearing from Yelena.