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Kamala stood at the counter, beaming as she rattled off her order to the barista.
“One oat milk matcha latte with two pumps of lavender, one iced white mocha with caramel drizzle, one nitro cold brew with vanilla sweet cream foam, and one oat milk chai latte with pumpkin sweet cream foam!” Kamala ended with a cheerful smile, only having to repeat herself a couple times during the exchange before adding, “Venti for all those, please.”
“Can I have a name?” The brunette barista sporting space buns and an eyebrow piercing questioned as she held up a sharpie expectedly.
“Ms. Marvel!” Kamala answered proudly.
“Like the avenger?” The younger woman raised her eyebrow.
“Yeah! I mean- I am Ms. Marvel.” Kamala pointed to herself, her smiling faltering when the barista didn’t react or show any signs she even believed her.
“I- nevermind. Just write Kamala.” She sighed as she paid for the drinks before waiting for the drinks patiently.
Kate had sent her out from the compound to get her, Peter, and Cassie drinks. They had been going through past mission reports for the past few hours and the young avengers were clearly running low on fuel. Of course, she would never say no to her leader–plus, if the avenger and CEO of Bishop Securities is paying for the drinks, why would she object?
“Kamala! Your drinks are ready.”
Kamala jolted upright, startled from where she'd been leaning against the wall. She hurried to the counter, flashing the barista a quick, small smile as she grabbed the tray of drinks.
Balancing the carton in one hand, she absentmindedly fumbled with a straw, trying to stick it into her iced white mocha while walking. Her focus on the drinks, she didn’t see where she was going and suddenly crashed into something solid—like a brick wall.
“смотри, куда идешь, тупица! (Watch where you’re going asshole!)”
It was not a brick wall.
Kamala’s heart dropped as the drinks she was carrying spilled all over the blonde woman she’d bumped into. Horrified, she looked up, instantly recognizing the familiar Russian accent.
“Yelena?” she whispered.
“Kamala Khan…” Yelena growled, standing there with her soaked gray shirt and blue jeans, now stained with the drinks.
Oh she was in so much trouble.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking.” Kamala started to apologize frantically hoping to defuse the situation.
“Clearly.” Yelena deadpanned.
“Do you need an extra shirt? I can get you an extra shirt, the Avengers compound is just right across the street-”
“No.” Yelena cut her off, “I do not want to go there right now. It is fine. I am here for coffee. Now excuse me.”
Kamala watched helplessly as Yelena had sidestepped the mess on the floor and continued her way into the cafe before making a quick decision and following after the older woman.
“Wait! Let me pay for your drink. I mean as an apology. I have to reorder anyways.” Kamala shot an apologetic look at one of the workers who came out the back to clean the mess before joining the blonde in line who had an unreadable expression on her face. It was Kate’s card she was paying with but she was a millionaire, it didn’t matter anyways.
“Fine. I will not say no to free coffee.” Yelena nodded and Kamala internally celebrated for not completely getting into the Thunderbolt’s leader's bad side.
The Young Avengers team and the Thunderbolts team don’t ever interact. They know of each other’s existence, yes, of course with Bucky occasionally coming into the compound and sometimes even Yelena when she had to meet Fury for some reasons that Kamala does not have the clearance to know. She rarely got the chance to interact with the ex-black widow assassin.
The last time she was in the compound was when she was using their training room and Yelena was throwing knives at the target.
Blindfolded.
“So…”
Kamala rocked in her tippy toes as she nervously filled the silence as they waited in line.
“No.” Yelena responded, keeping her attention straightforward.
Kamala pursued her lips at the response but didn’t let it stop her.
“I just wanted to ask how you’re doing? How’s the team?” Kamala asked.
“Well, we just completed a mission that ended with around 50 stupid men dead in a warehouse. So, we are good. Very good.” Yelena smirked as Kamala looked at her with a blanched expression.
“Yeah, okay. So cool!” Kamala squeaked, nervously inching away from the assassin.
The avenger couldn’t help but glance at the ex-black widow and noticed how Yelena wasn’t paying to the people who were staring at her, probably because of her wet attire– she was so cool. She doesn’t care what people think of her , Kamala thought.
Her eyes then caught the soft glimmer of Yelena’s necklace as it caught the light, almost winking back at her. It was a simple necklace: a thin gold chain which held three small charms: a crescent moon, a heart, and a cursive 'B.'
Simple, but strikingly gorgeous.
“Oh, I really like your necklace. It’s beautiful!” Kamala squeaked as Yelena looked down despite the fact that she wouldn’t be able to see it.
“Thank you. It is my favorite necklace.” Yelena nodded as she brought her hand up to touch the ‘B’ absentmindedly.
“Is B for Belova?” Kamala blurted out curiously.
Before Yelena could answer, it was their turn to order, Kamala sheepishly giving a smile to the space buns girl before reciting the order again before moving aside to allow her to order hers. The blonde rattled her order before turning her attention towards the pastries on the side.
“One of those scones and then the chocolate chip muffin please.” Yelena added as Kamala chuckled internally to herself at the Thunderbolts leader clearly taking advantage of her (Kate) paying.
“Here you are.” The barista had bagged the pastries and handed it to Yelena who grabbed it all while Kamala was paying.
“Thank you.” Yelena nodded as the two of them stepped aside waiting for their drinks.
“I much prefer blueberry muffins than the chocolate chip ones here.” Kamala commented as Yelena raised an eyebrow, “The muffin you ordered. I didn’t think you were a chocolate chip muffin kind of gal.”
Not even half a second later, Kamala then blurted out, “Please don’t kill me for calling you gal!”
Yelena stared at her before breaking out into a smile, chuckling before shaking her head.
“Oh no no, you got it all wrong. This muffin is not for me.”
“What? What do you mean?” Kamala scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.
“Kamala!” The worker, this time a different one, which saved Kamala from slightly more embarrassment.
The two headed to the front to grab their drinks, Kamala protectively holding the drink carrier in her hand, not planning to create another splash zone.
“Give this to your leader, dah? She loves chocolate chip muffins.”
Yelena placed the bagged muffin in between the drinks, as the avenger stared at the blonde dumbfounded.
“Huh?”
Yelena just smirked.
“The B stands for Bishop-Belova.”
Yelena winked before taking her scone and drinking her coffee with a satisfied smirk on her face. Kamala watched with wide eyes as the blonde strutted out of the cafe, her eyes darting down to look at the muffin back to the door where Yelena had just disappeared from.
“Wait–Bishop Belova?! Like Kate Bishop? You're together? WAIT YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED?!”