Kate and a Tries-To-Be Helpful Yelena

Delicately, Yelena put Kate down in the glass of water. Kate splashed indignantly, flailing around for a few moments before managing to clamber out. She landed with a thud on the table.

“Hey!” Kate said.

“Which arrow will make you big again?” Yelena said. “I would like to see that.”

“Er, it should be one in a box,” Kate said. “The shrink arrow was. White box, ‘Pym’ on the side.”

“Pym. I’ve heard of that,” Yelena said. “You have interesting friends, Kate Bishop.”

Yelena, still looming large over the table, turned her attention to the side. Kate, still dripping a little, stood up and moved a little behind the glass of water. Sure, it was see-through, but at least it felt better standing there than out in the open.

Yelena was over the far side of the table, sorting through the trick arrows Kate hadn’t gotten to yet. Kate watched her pocket one.

“Hey!”

Kate’s voice was either too small to hear, or Yelena was ignoring her. Kate peered around the side of the glass, fidgeting impatiently.

Eventually, behind a few clear cases, Yelena found another Pym-brand arrow. She withdrew the box.

“Careful!” Kate yelled as loudly as she could. “They trigger really easily. I mean, look at me. Don’t look at me!”

Yelena glanced down, bemused. Making a show of excessive patience, she used a spare arrowhead to carefully cut down the side of the box. Kate winced - she should’ve thought of that.

Carefully, Yelena extracted the arrow. It was pale, though outside of the colour, the odd texture of the arrowhead was the only hint anything was unusual about it. Yelena frowned.

“So how do we know this one will make you big, rather than making you even tinier?” Yelena said. “You’re short enough normally, Kate Bishop.”

“Hey, I’m taller than you,” Kate said.

Yelena, arrow in her left hand, reached down to pick up Kate. She looked at the archer pointedly. Kate blushed.

“Well I’m not now,” Kate admitted.

“Do you want to be even smaller?” Yelena said.

She waved the arrow. Kate winced.

“Um. What colour is it?” Kate said.

Yelena turned her attention from the tiny Kate in one hand, kicking indignantly at the empty air, to the silver-white arrow in her other hand. Tiny, luminescent blue circles wreathed the tip.

“Blue,” Yelena said. “Does that mean something, Kate Bishop?”

“Well the one that shrunk me was red,” Kate said. “So hopefully it’s different.”

“Hopefully?” Yelena echoed.

She wiggled the arrow thoughtfully.

“I’ll risk it!” Kate squeaked, Yelena’s thumb accidentally brushing her boob. “Worst that happens, I wake up in the 80s. Apparently that can happen.”

“So what do I do? Poke you with it?” Yelena said. She looked from the tiny, naked Kate, to the arrowhead. “I’m not comfortable stabbing you Kate Bishop.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be some badass assassin?” Kate said.

“Usually I don’t have to kill naked people. That’s tacky,” Yelena said. She paused. “Usually.”

Yelena frowned. Then she lifted Kate up higher, carefully pointing the blue-tipped arrow at her. Hand shaking slightly, she brought the arrow closer.

“Boop,” Yelena said.

Before it reached the narrow, squirming target of Kate, the side of the arrow brushed passed Yelena’s thumb. Kate had just enough time for her eyes to widen before there was another flash.

The world all around Kate suddenly started shifting. She yelped, feeling herself slide, and turned around to grab onto what she could - unfortunately, all she could grab onto was Yelena’s finger as Kate very much stayed the same size. Yelena, however, got bigger.

There was a crashing sound. Kate winced - she had the feeling that repairing her apartment for a second time was going to be trickier, especially when rather than crime-fighting, the problem was, well, this.

There had been a tearing sound before the walls and roof had been destroyed. Yelena, taller than the house, staggered, disoriented, one foot in Kate’s apartment and her other foot accidentally crushing a car outside.

Kate clung onto Yelena’s now-massive finger for dear life, suddenly significantly further above the ground than she was before. She looked back, to see a suddenly huge amount of bare, pale skin, Yelena’s clothes torn apart as she grew, just as Kate had shrunken out of hers.

She heard a gasp, as Yelena realized what had happened, and then Kate screamed as Yelena hastily, instinctively, dragged her arms back to her body. She heard cars honking as the giant, naked Yelena filled half the street, but for her own part was mostly just concerned by staring at the giant looming nipple as Yelena moved to cross an arm across her boobs (though considering where her other hand was, Kate was still glad that this was where she was).

Kate squeaked as she was squished against remarkably bouncy flesh, flailing vaguely to poke her head out between Yelena’s fingers.

“Well. That could’ve gone better,” Kate said.

She looked down at the street, face flaming as many, many more people started to pay attention to her, and to Yelena.