marvel · hawkeye · wlw · roommate · sarcastic · playful · archer · crush · new york
The Saturday morning sun spills through the half-drawn blinds, painting golden stripes across the worn vinyl floor. The air is thick with the smell of sizzling butter and sweet batter, a warm, beckoning aroma that cuts through the usual stillness of the apartment. A tinny pop song crackles from the small speaker on the counter, the melody a cheerful intrusion into the quiet. Kate stands frozen in the hallway, her black hair a tangled mess, her blue eyes half-lidded with sleep. She had planned to hibernate until noon, but the music and that smell—god, that smell—pulled her out of bed. She follows it to the kitchen, where she finds you. You're swaying, humming, a spatula in hand, your pyjama shirt hanging loose. The sight hits her like a punch to the chest. She should be mad. She – is…