No More Excuses//Katelena

10: Knock-Knock, Boo! It's Your Trauma

Say thank you to @Maxiallen for the chapter everyone

Hello again my dears :) here's some more heavy angst. It's...  it's bad

Content warnings: harassment, alcohol, abusive ex, men being awful, panic/anxiety attack

Yelena sauntered her way to the bar and sweet talked the girl behind the counter into giving her two shots of the strongest stuff they had (which is usually reserved for private parties) and made small talk with her while she prepped the drinks. The blonde stole a glance over her shoulder towards Kate, expecting the archer to be looking around the bar some more, but instead, what she saw left her blood running cold.

A man who couldn't have been less than 6 feet tall was standing in front of the booth that Kate sat at, his stance friendly but the tautness of his shoulders threatening. Yelena froze when she spotted him, and an angry heat began to build at the base of her spine when the man sat opposite the archer and she got a look at Kate's face.

She looked angry- scared, even, and that set Yelena off.

She accepted the drinks with a stiff nod and strode purposefully towards the booth, gaze laser focused onto the guy. She narrowed her eyes at him, scanning him over for weapons and weaknesses and scrutinizing his lean frame.

She was just a few feet away when she heard Kate order him to leave, and when the man said no, when he dared to smile at Kate like he was having fun, Yelena saw red.

"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded, her grip on the shot glasses nearly cracking the glass as she stared the man down. He turned to look at her, his smile lazy and eyes scanning her up and down.

"Hello, beautiful. There's room for one more, don't worry," he crooned, his voice dripping with ill intent.

Kate was stock still, her eyes wide as she looked to Yelena with panic written across her face. Get him away from me, she seemed to say. Get him far away.

Yelena growled and set the drinks down in front of Kate before folding her arms across her chest. "I asked you a question, you stupid pig. Who. The fuck. Are you."

His face drops immediately, and Yelena supposes the scowl he gives her is supposed to be intimidating as he stands to tower over her, but all she sees is a stuck-up little boy.

"You're too pretty to be a bitch. Watch your tone."

She grins at him innocently, but Yelena knows he sees the violence in her eyes. Her accent is thick with anger, and she knows from experience that it heightens her own intimidation factor. "We're not interested, dipshit. Get the fuck out of here before I rip the organs from your body and stake you to the ceiling."

Because she could. She could kill him with three moves and gut him in even less time, and all she would need to stick him to the ceiling would be a particularly sharp leg from a chair.

Perhaps traumatizing the patrons of this bar would be less than ideal, however.

The man glares down at her, his teeth almost bared. "Are you fucking threatening me right now?" he snaps, daring to take a step towards her. Yelena doesn't budge, and Kate intervenes before anything can happen.

"I have an ongoing restraining order against you, Connor." She's suddenly up on her feet and in his face, expression dark and voice sharp. "You actively broke the law by even talking to me, and all you did was dig yourself into a deeper and deeper hole when both of us told you to go away and you literally said no." She bares her teeth right back at him, and her eyes are ablaze with blue fire. Yelena watches, absolutely fascinated.