Who The Hell Are you?
Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader
This is a chapter from my wattpad book that I haven’t had any motivation writing from, but is one of my favorite chapters so I wanted to share it on here.
I changed my oc’s name to yn so if you see a name that’s not natasha or yelena then that was my oc.
Let me know what you think!
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Standing in the kitchen, Yelena hears someone trying to pick the lock on the front door.
“I know you’re out there.” She says to the person on the other side of the door.
“I know you know I’m out here.” She hears a woman’s voice muffled by the door.
The door opens, then slams shut. Yelena grabs her gun, waiting for the woman to come closer.
“Then why are you skulking about like it’s a minefield?” She asks, pointing the gun in front of her.
“‘Cause I don’t know if I can trust you.”
Chuckling, “Funny, I was going to say the same thing.”
“So, we gonna talk like grown-ups?”
Turning the corner, Yelena points the gun at the woman. “Is that what we are?”
Both women point the gun at each other, Yelena slowly walks backwards as Natasha walks forwards.
“Put it down before I make you.”
“You put yours down.” Natasha replies.Yelena trips, “Watch you step.” Yelena chuckles softly.
Standing in the middle of the kitchen, They both grab the others’ gun, quickly pointing it back at each other.
Yelena and Natasha are now impatient, starts kicking each other. Yelena grabs Natasha and slams her to the walls. Switching it up, Natasha then grabs Yelena’s face and lifts her up to crash into the cabinet over the sink. Pushing her face down, Natasha tries to get her to stop fighting.
“Stay down. Stay down. Stay down!”
Letting out a scream, Yelena grabs a plate and smashes it on Natasha’s head. Grabbing a towel, it quickly gets wrapped around her neck, but uses it to her advantage to flip Natasha over her into a door breaking the glass.
Slowly getting up, staring at each other to intimidate, Yelena grabs a knife from the kitchen and stalks towards Natasha.
Trying to find something to use, Natasha sees a stapler and grabs it just before Yelena swings the knife at her. Swinging their desired weapons at each other, the take turns, blow for blow, kick for kick, hoping one would give up.
Both weapons quickly get disarmed by the other, Yelena tackles Natasha into the wall, Natasha grabbing the curtains off its rod and wraps it around Yelena’s neck, Yelena doing the same to Natasha after dropping her on the floor.
Both laying on the floor, cutting off each other’s breathing, Yelena being the stubborn one, won’t give up first.
“перемирие.” Truce. Natasha says, holding a hand out.
Letting go, Yelena gasps for air, unwrapping the curtain from her neck. Both laying on the floor for a bit, Yelena tries to catch her breath.
“ты вырос.” You’ve grown up.
“Ни хрена.” No shit. Yelena says, getting up from the floor. She walks to the kitchen, grabbing the vodka from the refrigerator and some shot glasses.
“You had to come to Budapest, didn't you?” Natasha asks, following Yelena.
“I came here because I thought you wouldn’t. But since you’re here, what bullet does that?” Yelena asks pouring some shots, then pointing at the wall.
Natasha looks behind her. “Not bullets. Arrows.”
“Ah, right.” She says, taking a shot.
“If you didn’t think I’d come here, why’d you send me these?” Natasha ask, putting the familiar bunch of vials on the table.
“You brought it back here?” Yelena walks away, Natasha following closely behind.
“I’m not here trying to be your friend, but you need to tell me what that is.”
“It’s a synthetic gas. The counter agent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunizes the brain’s neuropathways from external manipulation.” She explains, grabbing a bag.
“Maybe in English next time?”
“Это противоядие от контроля над разумом.” It’s an antidote to mind control.
“настоящая зрелая.” Real mature. Natasha replies, rolling her eyes.
“Why don’t you take it to one of your super-scientist friends? They can explain it to you. Tony Stark, maybe?” She asks, packing her bag with clothes and weapons.
“Oh, yeah. We’re not really talking right now, so…”
“Great. Perfect timing. Where’s an Avenger when you need one?”
“I don’t want to be here. I’m on the run. You could’ve gotten me killed.”
“Well, what was I supposed to do? You’re the only superhero person that I know.”
Suddenly, they both hear the front door open and close. Natasha quickly puts a new shirt on, grabbing a gun, while Yelena freezes, wide-eyed.
“Yelena Belova!” They both hear. Natasha points the gun at the door.
“Дерьмо.” Shit. Yelena grabs Natasha’s gun, lowering it. Natasha looks confused as to why Yelena looks nervous and not grabbing a weapon.
“Что, черт возьми, ты сделал?” What the hell did you do? Yelena starts to chew on her bottom lip, not moving from where she’s standing. “Лучше тащи свою задницу сюда, прямо сейчас.” You better get you ass over here, right now.
Yelena slowly walks out the door, to the kitchen, Natasha quietly follows behind, still being alert.
“Привет дорогая.” Hi, sweetheart.
“Не говори мне "Привет, дорогая". Что случилось?” Don't 'Hi, sweetheart' me. What happened? Yn irritatedly asks, hands on both of her hips.
“Well, you see, it was not all my fault.”
“Oh, yeah? Enlighten me. Who else did this?”
“She did.” Yelena says, pointing at the wall behind her.
“Funny. No one is there.”
“Wha-” She looks behind her not seeing Natasha. “Come out from behind the wall.”
Natasha slowly walks from the other side of the wall, revealing herself.
“Ah, Natasha Romanoff.” Yn scans her up and down. “Do you usually come to peoples homes and destroy things?” She sarcastically asks.
Yelena let’s out a snort, seeing Natasha shrink from Yn’s intimidating gaze.
“Uh, well, n-no.” Clearing her throat, Natasha puts her tough act back in front and asks, “Who the hell are you?”
“Yelena, it is very rude to not introduce me.” She says, poring herself two shots of vodka, downing each, right after the other. Natasha looks at Yelena, hoping to get an answer.
Yelena let’s put a loud sigh. “Natasha meet Yn… my wife.”
“Wife?!”
“I know. I can’t believe I married her either.” Yn say, walking up to Yelena to give her a peck on the cheek.
“Замолчи.” Shut up. She says, rolling her eyes, letting a small smirk show. “Okay, we are getting distracted.” Yelena says, becoming serious again. Turning back to Natasha, “I kept checking the news, expecting to see Captain America bringing down the Red Room.”
“What?” Natasha asks, shocked. “Taking down the Red Room? What are you talking about? It’s been gone for years. Dreykov’s dead. I killed him.”
Letting out a small laugh, “You don’t actually believe that, do you?” Yn asks. Seeing the look on Natasha’s face, she turns to Yelena, “She really does believe that.”
“Dreykov’s dead. It took almost destroying the entire city just to get to him.”
“If you’re so sure, then tell us what happened. Tell us exactly.”
“We rigged bombs.”
“Who’s ‘we’?”
“Clint Barton. Killing Dreykov was the final step in the deflection to S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Nodding and shrugging, “Simple as that?”
“Yeah, sure, ‘simple.’” She states, walking away from the couple. “That’s what I’d call imploding a five-story building and then shooting it out with the Hungarian Special Forces. Took ten days in hiding before we could even get out of Budapest.”
“And you checked the body?” Yelena asks, grabbing a gun off the floor, stuffing it in her pants. “Confirmed the kill?”
“There was no body left to check.”
“Oh, come on. You’re Natasha Romanoff. THE BLACK WIDOW and you don’t do something as simple as making sure he is actually dead. A body does not just disappear.” After a moment of silence, “You’re also forgetting about Dreykov’s daughter.”
The three of them freeze, hearing muffled footsteps. The ceiling suddenly explodes, creating a hole. Yelena snatches the vials, stuffing them in her bag. Yn follows her, pushing them both to the wall.
Widows are flooding into the door. Carefully peaking around the corner, Yelena sees two Widows jump down from the hole they created in the ceiling. Running across the room to a different room, Natasha grabs them both and slams them into the wall. Yelena reaches and turns the knob, making all the lights explode.
Momentarily distracted, Natasha, Yelena, and Yn take down a couple windows and makes a run out the front door. Peaking to see the other Widows, Natasha hides behind a wall as they start to shoot at her, same with Yelena. Yn grabs a grenade from Yelena’s bag and throws it downstairs to the Windows.
Running up the stairs Natasha asks, “Where are we trying to get?”
“Motorbike! East side of the building.” Yelena answers.
Jumping out the window, onto the roof, the trio try to run as fast as they could to the motorbike. Jumping and sliding down the roof. Finding a metal pole thing, Yelena quickly unlatches some screws and pushes her foot on the side of the roof, to disconnect it.
A Widow that has been chasing them jumps off the roof and onto the pole, slipping, but Natasha grabs onto her.
“I got you!” However, the Widow grabs her knife and slices Natasha’s hand, making her let go, so she falls. “No!”
The pole crashes to the side of the building, Yn and Yelena crashes into a window as Natasha falls off the side, crashing into the vents in the way.
Yelena groans and slowly gets up, using the wall for support. She limps over to where her wife is laying. “Yn, hey. Are you okay?”
“Lena, yeah. We have to go.”
Running down the stairs, out the door to where Natasha is, Yelena and Yn come to an abrupt stop, seeing her standing over a dead Widow.
Putting the vial back with the other’s being too late to free her, “Do you believe us now?” Yelena softly asks.
“How many others?”
“Enough.”
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