#The Adventure of Y/N Barton and Yelena Belova
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Collateral - Chapter 1
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Warning: Explosion, mention of past torture, injuries, mention of death
Word Count: 4.3K
Life was crazy. The past week was a whirlwind. You kicked the door of your apartment closed, reusable bags were heavy in your hands and you sighed with relief when you dropped them to the counter. Fanny pushed her nose in the back of your knees, trying to get your attention. You laughed and knelt at her level. “Sorry girl,” you scratched behind her ears as she licked your face. “Don’t worry I got you a surprise but don’t tell your mom.” She barked as she agreed. You smiled and began the process of putting the groceries away. It was a little more than your weekly hall as you were making a few desserts for the grand opening of the new Avengers’ Compound. That was one of the reasons why your life was a little insane. Yelena was splitting her time between the city and Upstate, helping Sam and Tony wherever she could. You helped but you were applying to jobs because you needed to figure out what to do with your life. You applied to a handful of therapist offices in the city and a few online options. It was just a waiting game. You poured yourself a cup of coffee from the morning pot when your phone rang. It was a number you didn't recognize. “Hello,” you answered. There was silence on the other end. But you heard breathing. “I think you have the wrong number.”
“Miss. Barton,” a man’s voice said before you hung up. He had a Russian accent and your heart stopped and your stomach dropped. “It’s an honor to speak with you.”
“Who is this?” You asked.
“We have not had the pleasure of meeting,” he said. “But you have met a colleague of mine. I believe your father put him in the RAFT.”
“What do you want?” You asked, moving to your bedroom. You sat on your bed and opened your nightstand. You sat on your bed and opened your nightstand. Another phone was resting in the drawer. It was a phone for emergencies.
“I just want to talk,” the man continued. “You and Miss. Belova was not supposed to leave that cell. But I am impressed. You held out much longer than we thought.”
“Maybe your colleague was just bad at his job.” You typed in the group chat with Natasha, Clint, and Sam in it. 9-1-1. But you didn’t send it.
“You would be correct. It’s so hard to find good help these days,” Fanny rested her head on your leg. “May I ask you something, Miss. Barton?”
“You’ve already ruined my day so go for it,” he laughed and a shiver went down your spine.
“Well, two things. Do you feel safe, Miss. Barton? In your little New York apartment with your girlfriend and American Akita.” You didn’t answer as you finally hit send. You did not feel safe. It wasn’t long before the other phone started to blow up with text messages. “And my final question is, did your father build the house in Iowa? I do have to admit I’m a big fan of the green shutters against the white. It adds character. ” He continued to talk but you muted him and called your dad on the other phone. He answered on the first ring.
“Chip, what’s going on?” He asked.
“Get out of the house.”
“What?”
“Clint, get out of the house. Now.” You rarely used his name unless it was serious.
“I-” but an explosion cut Clint off.
“Dad!” You yelled. “Dad!” But he didn’t answer as the line went dead. You unmuted the man. “What did you do?”
“It’s such a beautiful house, such a shame.”
“I’m going to find you and kill you.” You threatened. He laughed again.
“Oh, Miss. Barton, you won’t be alive long enough to live up to your promise. But I do wish we could have met in person,” he ended the call. You didn’t bother to get him back on the line. You called Natasha.
“What the hell is going on?” She asked.
“Iowa, I need you to get to them.” You said. You opened the door to the fire escape. “Fanny, come on.”
“Why Iowa?”
“They attacked my house and I need you to make sure they are okay.”
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Get to them.” You got Fanny onto the fire escape and climbed out the window as an explosion rocked your apartment building.
*
Yelena twirled the pen between her fingers as she stared at her tablet. She was working on revising a recon mission for newly appointed SWORD agents. Delegating this type of work allowed her to have more free time and focus on other missions. The blonde sighed, biting the end of her pen and looking out the window. It was a beautiful sunny day. There was a lot of work that needed to be done because in two days the compound was going to open to the press and other governmental officials. It was Sam’s idea to provide a level of visibility between the Avengers and the public. He wanted to avoid another Sokovia Accords. She put a lot of energy into helping them and she liked being at the Avengers Compound. She wished she was with you and Fanny in your apartment. “How’s it going?” Kate asked, sitting down next to her. She replaced her empty iced coffee with a new one. America sat down in front of her.
“I’m ready to go home,” she put her pen down and sipped on the coffee. They fought hard for a good coffee station in the new compound. America smiled.
“Can we see the ring again?” The Black Widow rolled her eyes with a smile. She knew they were here for a reason. The ring went with her everywhere, she was afraid you would find it. So with the help of Laura, Lila, and Wanda the ring was picked out and burning a hole in her pocket. Yelena took the small black box out of her pocket and handed it to America. She opened the box. It was a simple ring as you weren’t a big jewelry wearer besides the necklace Clint gave you. The ring was tungsten, black, and silver with stardust. Yelena wanted something that would withstand your powers.
“When are you going to pop the question?” Kate asked, taking the ring from her girlfriend. Yelena sighed.
“I don’t know yet,” she took the box and looked at the ring. “I want it to be perfect but-”
“She won’t care about perfection,” America said. “As long it’s just you and her that’s all she’ll care about.” Yelena smiled, knowing she was right. Two sets of footsteps rushed over to them. Yelena turned around to see her sister and Wanda running over to them.
“Where’s the fire?” Yelena asked.
“Iowa,” Yelena’s heart skipped. “America, we need a portal to the Barton Farmhouse.” The girl jumped to her feet.
“Natasha, what’s going on?” Yelena asked.
“We’ll explain when we get back,” the portal appeared and Yelena saw the farmhouse that she began to call a second home in flames.
“We’re coming with you,” Kate said.
“No,” Natasha stopped the archer. “You need to get to Y/n.”
“What?” Yelena whispered. Natasha grabbed the black box and pushed it into her sister’s hand.
“Get to your apartment,” Natasha grabbed Wanda’s hand and stepped through the portal. It closed behind them. Yelena felt lost, her heart was pounding in her ears. She barely recognized America creating another portal and Kate dragging her through. Soon they were back in the city, across the street from your shared apartment.
“Shit,” Kate whispered. Yelena shook her head, clearing the fog from her brain. She put the ring back into her pocket and stared at the apartment building. It was in flames, the first responders were trying to battle it as a crowd was forming. “Yelena, come on,” Kate said, grabbing Yelena’s hand.
“What are you doing?” She asked, pulling her hand back.
“She’s not in there.”
“How-how do you know?” Yelena knew she should have conceived you harder to come with her to the compound today. But you couldn’t because of errands you had to run and Fanny had a grooming appointment. Shit, Fanny. Her thoughts were spinning out of control.
“Because,” America said. “They must have known the attack was coming if they knew to come here and to Iowa.” Yelena nodded.
“She’ll stay close,” Yelena said. “Let’s split up.”
*
Your lungs were burning as you finally took a break in an alley. You were two blocks away from your apartment and black smoke was rising in the sky. Fanny touched her nose to your hand. “I’m okay,” you reassured the American Akita. “I’m okay.” And you were - shaken, dirty from the soot but alive. When the explosion rocked your apartment building, you grabbed Fanny by the collar and transformed into a condor. The blast almost knocked you out of the air. You landed on your ankle and took off running. You weren’t sure who was out there watching to confirm you were killed in the explosion. You prayed Natasha got to your parents in time. Fanny started to growl.
“You stupid girl,” you yelped at the sudden voice and turned to look at the entrance of the alley. It was the nurse.
“It’s - it’s you,” Fanny’s growl grew louder as she walked over to you. You put your hand on her head to calm her down. It worked but she was still on edge. “I don’t understand. We tried to find you.”
“Did you ever think I didn’t want to be found?” She questioned. “I-”
“Wait? Have you been following us?” It made sense that the day you were attacked she suddenly appeared. “You-” it was her turn to cut you off, placing her hand over your mouth.
“You Americans never know when to shut up. I don’t have a lot of time so when I remove my hand you’ll stop talking and listen. Understand?” You nodded. “Good.” She took her hand off your mouth. “They don’t want to kill you,” you wanted to interpret and say it ‘seemed like they did want to kill me.’ But you kept your mouth shut. “They want to scare and break you.”
“What do they want?” You asked.
“You,” she said. “Your time with them changed their plans. You impressed them. Before they wanted that blonde girlfriend of yours or any avenger they could get their hand on.” Your heart stopped. “You can’t let them.”
“How do we stop them?”
“We’re working on it,” We? You knew the Avengers were working on it but who else? “Don’t do anything stupid no matter what they do.” You sighed.
“Who are you?”
“You’ll find out soon,” she put a pager in your hand. She disappeared out of the alley. You slumped against the alley wall, putting the pager in your pocket.
“Dorogy,” you heard your girlfriend and you watched her run over to you. She took you into her arms. “Are you okay? Any injuries?” She cupped your face in her hands.
“I’m okay,” you smiled. “My ankle is twisted but I’m alive.” She kissed you softly.
“I found her,” she said through her coms. “2 blocks south, in an alley next to the bookstore.” Yelena looked back at you. “What’s-” but you silenced her question with a hug. She was surprised by the action but she hugged you tighter. You weren’t ready for that question, the pager felt heavy in your pocket. But you were safe for now you were safe.
*
When America and Kate got to your location, a portal was made to bring you to the compound. Helena and Bruce were waiting for you in med bay. Helen checked on your ankle while Bruce made sure Fanny was okay. “Try to stay off it for a few days and ice it.”
“Have you heard from Natasha or Wanda?” You asked.
“Not yet,” Helen said. “But we are on standby when they get here.” The door opened and Fanny came running in with Bruce right behind. Fanny jumped on the bed and licked your face. You giggled, petting her.
“She’s in perfect condition,” he said. You rested your head against Fanny. “We’ll give you a few moments. Come get us if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” Yelena said to them as they left and closed the door. The room was quiet, only you and Yelena. Kate and America were with Sam, setting up a compound center and waiting for Natasha to call them. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” You sighed.
“It was them,” you said. “The same group that took us.” You looked at your girlfriend. Her jaw was clenched and there was a fire in her eyes. “There’s more but I'd rather wait till -” your voice died off. Till you knew if your family was alive or not.
“Of course, malysh (baby),” she hugged you and your head resting on her chest. Her heartbeat was erratic. You looked up at her.
“Are you okay?” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m fine,” you gave her a pointed look. “I’ll be better once we hear from Natasha.” You nodded, putting your head on her chest. Her hands ran through your hair to try to calm you down. It helped but it wasn’t enough. But you guessed no news was good news, right? Fanny rested her head on your lap.
“I wanted to make cookies,” you said suddenly. “For the grand opening.” You felt her laugh rumble through your chest. “It’s not funny,” you pinched her side.
“I know, I know,” she kissed your head.
“Squirt!” You heard your father’s voice from behind the closed door. Yelena stepped out of the way as you jumped up and rang for the door. You saw them down the hall - Clint, Laura, and Cooper were covered in soot from the fire. Nate and Lila looked unharmed
“Dad!” You ignored the pain in your ankle and sprinted towards them. Clint caught you in his arms. You felt him wince and as you were about to pull away he hugged you tighter. “Are you guys okay?”
“We’re okay,” Clint let go of you so you could hug Laura than your siblings. “Lila and Nate were in the barn when it went off.
“Is the house-?”
“We need to rebuild,” Laura smiled. Your heart dropped. You didn’t like being home but it was the place you and your siblings grew up.
“Clint,” Helen came up to your family. “We’d like to check on you and your family.” You knew he was going to protest.
“Go, dad,” you smiled. “I’ll bring Lila and Cooper to their room.”
“Are we going to live at the compound?” Nate asked.
“Just for a while, buddy,” you said. You weren’t sure for how long but they’d be safe.
*
Yelena’s eyes never left you. She couldn’t help it as if you would disappear in a puff of smoke before her eyes. You were sitting in a chair with your right left on Yelena’s lap, icing your ankle. It was like pulling teeth for Yelena to get you even to rest. You showered, changing into new clothes, and you looked like nothing happened. But Yelena knew you were stuck inside your head. Everyone was in the conference room, waiting for Clint to join them. “Sorry,” the older archer said, entering the room. He had gauze on his arms for the burns and a bandage on his forehead. “What do we know?” Tony pulled up a hologram of your apartment building.
“We don’t know much as the NYPD is still investigating but they believe there were two explosions. One coming from their floor and the other in the basement.” The hologram simulated the bombs going off. Yelena squeezed your hand. They’d be lucky if the building was still standing. “As for the attack on Clint’s house, satellite images found this,” the hologram changed to show the group heat signatures of the property. She saw two people in the barn and three in the house but no one else. Until 3 small dots zoomed into the frame and headed for the farmhouse. Tony closed the image before the impact. “We are thinking they used drones. Hill is at the scene investigating and will report back with anything they find.”
“Do we know how many people were in the building?” You asked. Sam shook his head.
“NYPD is still checking residences and who was there.” You nodded.
“They must be watching them,” Natasha said. “Can FRIDAY pull up security footage around their apartment and maybe we can cross-section the people who were in the crowd?”
“FRIDAY is already ahead of you and tracing the phone call.”
“Phone call?” Yelena questioned, looking at you. You were staring at the wooden desk, using your free hand to trace the grooves.
“I just got back from the grocery store,” you started to explain. “And I got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize but I answered it,” You started to squeeze Yelena’s hand underneath the table. “He was Russian. He said that we’d never met but I knew a colleague of his,” Yuriy Zakharov. He was sent away to the RAFT for life. “He told me that Yelena and I weren’t supposed to leave that cell. He asked if I felt safe,” your voice cracked. “Then he asked if Clint built the farmhouse, how he liked the green shutters against the white.”
“That was your mother’s decision. I’m glad someone approved of the color,” Clint joked. It broke the heavy tension.
“It was such an ugly green,” you laughed. “Anyways, I called Clint and told him to get out of the house. The call ended when I heard an explosion. He told me I wasn’t going to be alive long but he did wish we had the chance to meet. He hung up. I got Fanny to the fire escape while I called Nat then the bomb went off. I transformed, got myself and Fanny to the ground, and we ran.” Yelena felt you tense up. There was more to the story but you were holding back. She stole a glance at Wanda but the witch made no indication if she sensed something else. You had a habit of closing off your mind when she was around.
“What’s the plan?” Wanda asked. “They are bold enough to attack so openly.”
“And in two days, the compound is going to be filled with reporters and politicians,” Kate said. “Do we cancel the event?” Sam rested his hand on his chin as he was deep in thought. Yelena wondered what was going through his brain.
“It may be too dangerous,” Clint added. “They could use it as an opportunity to attack again.”
“Then don’t cancel it,” everyone’s eyes landed on you. “They want something, it could be me, Yelena, or one of you so use the event as a trap.” The room broke out into debate. You looked at Yelena, a silent conversation based between the two of you. ‘It could work,’ you said.
‘It’s dangerous and risky,’ Yelena countered.
‘But I won’t be alone.’ You were right. So many Avengers were going to be there to show solidarity - the Wankandans, the Guardians, and the Marvels.
“It could work,” Yelena finally said. The room went silent. “As much as I hate it, we need answers and this could give us some.” You smiled at her. Clint sighed.
“I want full background checks on everyone who is going to be there,” he said. “And security will be increased.” Sam nodded.
“We’ll come up with a plan and regroup tomorrow. Tonight we relax.” Yelena wasn’t sure if anyone was going to be able to relax. Everything seemed so uncertain and the small black box was burning a hole in her pocket.
*
Clint had to admit this was weird. He was sipping on a beer, standing in the kitchen as he observed the scene before him. Laura and Pepper were talking and laughing at something Tony said. Cooper was in an intense debate with Sam and Bruce about baseball. The archer didn’t know Bruce had so much to say about sports. Yelena had Nate in her lap while he and Morgan watched Wanda’s magic. It was weird seeing both of his families interact. “How are you holding up?” Natasha asked, standing next to him with her drink in her hand. He sighed.
“Tired,” he admitted. “I thought we were done with this.” It was a hopeful dream, something he knew was somewhat impossible but he still hopped.
“We’ll get them and your family will rebuild a new home,” she was right but it wouldn’t be the same.
“Until the next bad guy emerges to hurt us and the people we care about.”
“Aren’t you being extremely pessimistic,” Clint turned to look at you. You smiled and walked to stand between him and Natasha. “You know I always dreamt of this,” you said, pointing to the table. “Both of my families together. I didn’t expect us almost dying from an explosion would make it happen.” Natasha chuckled, hitting her shoulder against yours. “We’ll be okay since we’re together. Like I told him they’re messing with the wrong fucking family.”
*
When Yelena stepped out of the bathroom, her hair wet from the shower she was surprised to see you in her bed. It wasn’t an unwelcome sight but she wasn’t expecting it. “I thought you’d be with your family tonight,” you smiled.
“I wanted to be with you,” you sat up, patting the empty spot in front of you. “Do you want me to braid your hair?” Yelena answered by handing you a brush and sitting down in front of you. You sat up on your knees and began to brush her hair. Yelena felt the tension from the day leave her shoulders. But there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head. You were hiding something. She wanted to ask but there had to be a reason you weren’t telling them. “Did you hear what I said?” Yelena hummed.
“No,” she answered honestly. “The feeling of you braiding my hair is relaxing.” You giggled. Yelena felt your lips on her shoulder, goosebumps covered her skin. “You were saying.”
“We need to go shopping,” you said. “Do you think they’ll let us go into the city tomorrow?” Yelena sighed. She wasn’t sure but you were right. There were a few outfits she’s left at the compound but she now needed something to wear for the grand opening. Your parents and siblings would be in a similar situation.
“We can ask. Maybe if Natasha or Sam joins us,” you hummed and placed the brush on the nightstand. “Thank you,” Yelena captured your lips in a kiss. You weaved your hands through her blonde hair and pulled her close. The kiss depended and Yelena fisted the blanket to ground herself. Soon the need for oxygen became too great and Yelena ended the kiss. The blonde felt your breath against her lips. Your eyes were closed, your chest rapidly rising and falling, and your skin flushed. But Yelena watched as your lip started to shake and the wall you built up was slowly crashing down. “Baby, what is it?” It took a minute for you to respond. Yelena placed her hand on your hip, her thumb drawing circles on your skin.
“I can’t lose you,” you finally said. You opened your eyes and tears fell down your cheeks. “I am so tired of them hurting us.” Yelena pulled you into a hug. She felt your tears wet her shirt but that didn’t matter to her. She heard Fanny leave her spot in the kitchen and jump on the bed to provide extra support.
“I know, I know,” she kissed your head. “I’m right here. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” her saying caused a loud sob to leave you. Yelena forced you to look at her and she took one of your hands, placing it on her heart. “Breath, moya lyubov' (my love), breath. Follow me. In and out,” you did. You twisted her shirt in your hand and mimicked each breath Yelena took. “You are doing so well.” Soon your cries turned into quiet hiccups and your breathing evened out. The grip you had on Yelena’s shirt loosened.
“I-”
“If you say I’m sorry I will ban you from baking cookies for a month,” you giggled at her ridiculous threat.
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. What do you need? Water? A snack?” You shook your head and Yelena let you pull her down so you were laying on your back and she was laying on her side, looking down at you. You traced the lines on Yelena’s forehead and traveled down to her nose and her cheek. Yelena pressed your palm to her lips.
“I just need you.”
“You have me,” Yelena whispered. “You have me.”
*
You knew sleep wouldn’t be possible for you tonight so you sat in the meeting room with the local news channels reporting on the attack. The apartment building was destroyed. As of right now, the police were reporting 5 deaths and 10 injuries but you had a feeling that number was going to go up. You played with the pager in your hand. Instead of sadness and uncertainty that was making its home within your bones, there was a rage building inside of you. It felt consuming. How dare these people to cause so much pain? They were innocent. Just to scare you into submission. “You should have woken me up,” you didn’t bother to look at Yelena as she entered the room and sat down next to you. “Are you going to finally tell me what you’ve been hiding?” You gave her the pager. She looked it over and set it down.
“I told him I was going to find him and I was going to kill him,” she placed her hand on top of yours. “I meant it too.”
“Who gave this to you?” She asked, redirecting the conversation. You sighed.
“Our old friend is back,” you said. “The nurse.”
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Collateral
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by Arlana0324
Life was good. You moved into a new apartment with your girlfriend and dog, you were mending the relationship with your father, and you applied to a few jobs. But you should have known that when life was good the universe likes to pull the rug from underneath you. After all, you are collateral.
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Around a year after Yelena and you were kidnapped. This follow the events that happen with The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova, so I suggest you read it so you understand what is going on.
Words: 4370, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 12 of The Adventure of Y/N Barton and Yelena Belova
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Lila Barton, Cooper Barton, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Helen Cho (Marvel), Fanny (Black Widow movies), Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov, Melina Vostokoff, Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Original Characters, Other Avengers
Relationships: Yelena Belova/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov/Melina Vostokoff, Kate Bishop/America Chavez
Additional Tags: Protective Yelena Belova, Protective Avengers, Past Abuse, Past Torture, Past Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Obsessive Behavior, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yelena Belova Needs a Hug, Stalking
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She by Dodie
Summary: On 4th of July, Yelena finds herself celebrating the weird holiday at the Barton Family farm in Missouri. She can’t understand this feeling deep within her chest whenever she looks at you. Maybe her dreams of having a family may come true and they may start with you.
Warnings: Mention of the Red room
Word count: 1.8k
Yelena found herself on the porch of the Barton house, looking out towards the yard. Sam was on the grill arguing with Bucky about who knows, Yelena did like to watch as Sam got under Bucky’s skin. They were cute together. Wanda was helping Laurie set up a picnic table, using her magic to put the table cloth on and the plates with silverware. The red of her magic still amazed Yelena and it kept the younger children entertained for hours. Kate and Cooper were messing with a box of fireworks a little to close to a bomb fire while Sarah and Lila were in the house, preparing the rest of the food. Yelena was a little hesitant to accept the invitation to spend 4th of July with the Bartons. It took Kate, Wanda, and finally Natasha to convince her to come. Natasha slipped that you would be there, spending time with your family after school was done. You were who Yelena was watching. You were entertaining Nathaniel, AJ, and Cass with your powers to keep them out of the way of the adults and away from the fire. You could change into any animal and could use those animal’s abilities as your own. Right now you were a squirrel, climbing up and down the three boys making Lucky and Fanny bark and chase after you. Fanny got you pinned to the ground and you changed back, you laughed at the dog’s confused expression. The sound of your laugh caused Yelena to smile.
‘Your starring sestra.’ Natasha said, sitting on the railing. Yelena scuffed, rolling her eyes.
‘Like you haven’t been undressing Wanda all day.’ Natasha shrugged looking at her girlfriend.
‘She looks good.’ Natasha waved at Wanda. The young witch waved back, her cheeks blushing, no doubt reading Natasha’s mind.
‘Disgusting.’ Yelena mumbled, her attention was brought back to you. You were a German Shepard puppy. Nathaniel was holding you as you attacked his face with kisses. He was shirking, moving his head from side to side trying to dodge you. Finally, he put you down on the ground and changed back, whipping the dirt on your hands on your ripped jeans. ‘Am I allowed to look at her like this? After everything I’ve done. She’s just so nice to look at.’ Natasha smiled at her younger sister.
‘Why don’t you tell her how you feel?’ Yelena looked at Natasha with wide eyes.
‘No I’d never say a word.’ You were sitting on the grass with Nathaniel, AJ, and Cass in front of you. You were telling them a story. Yelena couldn’t hear what you were saying but you were energetically talking with your hands. A tightness built in Yelena’s chest. It was a feeling that was constant every time she was around you and it was something she’s never felt before. She never imagined a family of her own one day. For a large part of her life, she believed she would never be able to leave the Red Room. But after she was given the red dust, she was reunited with her sister, and together they took down the Red Room for good -anything is possible. Yelena pointed to her chest. ‘There is an ache but it feels oddly good.’
‘Love, sestra . You found love for the first time of your own free will.’
‘She means everything to me.’ Yelena confessed. She was shocked by the words that so easily left her lips. She looked at her sister, waiting for a rejection. But Natasha had a smile on her face.
‘Tell her,’ Natasha said simply. ‘She is a Barton. She will understand what we’ve been through better than anyone.’ Natasha placed a comforting hand on Yelena’s shoulder and joined her girlfriend at the table.
Just tell her, Yelena thought, shaking her head. As if it was that easy. Yelena believed that every time you stood next to her you could not be more far apart. It was as if Yelena froze when you were close. She was afraid to say the wrong thing, afraid to push you away. She was still learning how to be a ‘normal’ person. It was why she spent so much of her time with Widows that she freed - they understood the struggle of trying to find their footing in a world that they were deprived off.
‘She likes you.’ Yelena jumped from the sound. She spun around seeing Lila, who had her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
‘It is not good to sneak up on an assassin.’
‘Ex-assassin,’ Lila clarified. ‘Besides, Aunty Nat taught me a lot.’ Lila shrugged like it was no big deal. Yelena cruised in Russian as Lila ran down the steps to join her siblings. She felt someone staring at her, the hairs on her neck were standing up. She glanced around the yard, everyone was busy doing their own thing. Until her eyes landed on you. You were sitting next to Kate, who was talking but your attention wasn’t on the burnette as she was speaking. Yelena’s eyes locked onto yours. You gave her a smile, blushing slightly at being caught, and returned your attention back to Kate. Yelena chuckled, shaking her head.
Yeah, she means everything to me.
*
The problem with it being a holiday and this being your first time home in a while, everyone wanted your attention. Kate took you to the makeshift archery range that Clint built earlier this year. Lila talked your ear off about all the plans she had this summer and a boy she liked in her class. When everyone was eating, your mom nagged you about your plans when the summer was over which caused the entire table to get involved in the conversation. Yelena watched as you tried to disappear into your chair. The sun finally set on the Barton farm and Yelena sat on a blanket, watching Kate, Clint, and Cooper get the firework show ready. You were standing next to Nathaniel, helping him make a s’more. Once the s’more was constructed, you took a bite of it, and handed the rest to your brother. Yelena couldn’t help but wonder what the taste of your lips or how they would feel against hers. Would they taste like a birthday cake from your chap stick? Or story time? Or fall? Yelena almost laughed at how soft she felt because she knew to you she tasted like nothing at all.
You walked over to her, pointing to the empty spot next to her, asking for permission to sit down. Yelena nodded. You sighed as you sat down and handed her a sparkler. You lit yours with a lighter and used yours to light hers.
‘How was your first time celebrating the 4th of July?’ You asked her. All the reasons why her day was great died on her lips.
It was amazing because you were here.
You are the only reason I came.
Please see me how I see you.
‘It’s a weird holiday.’ Yelena said. ‘Was Steve Rogers actually born on July 4th or did they change it when he became Captain America?’ You laughed.
‘No I think he was born on the 4th. His birth certificate is on display at the museum.’ Yelena rolled her eyes. She found that hard to believe.
‘Birth certificates are easy to forge.’
‘That was such a spy thing to say.’ The sparklers had long since gone out but Yelena kept it in her hand, twirling it between her fingers. You watched with fascination.
‘Now without the audience of the entire party, what are your plans once the summer is over?’ Yelena found herself asking. You sighed, leaned your head back, and looked at the stars. Yelena followed your gaze up to the stars. It was an amazing view. The air wasn’t as polluted as major cities and there weren't as many lights to obstruct the view of the stars.
‘I don’t know.’ You finally responded. Yelena almost forgot she asked a question, she became so focused on looking at the stars and listening to the sounds around her. ‘May go back to the city or travel the world. What about you? Any more Widows to save?’ Yelena shook her head.
‘Natasha suggested I take a break and live my life. So I guess I’m listening to her.’
‘What are you going to do?’ You asked. It was Yelena’s turn to sigh as she moved her fingers through the grass. It was wet from the dew but the feeling helped ground her.
‘I’m not sure. I’ve always had a mission, a job, or an order to follow. I don’t know what to do with my life.’ A stretch of silence passed between the both of you. It wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. Yelena could see that you were biting the inside of your cheek
‘Well,’ you said softly. ‘I could use a travel buddy and my dad may feel better if I was with a trained Black Widow when backpacking around the world.’ For a split second, Yelena wasn’t sure if she heard you correctly.
‘You want me to come with you?’ You nodded, biting your lip
‘Unless you don’t want to’ You stuttered out. ‘I mean you seemed like you weren’t sure what to do. And I like hanging out with you even though we don’t do it often. I think it could be fun. Unless you don’t think it would. So please don’t-
‘I would love to join you.’ Yelena said, cutting you off. Your eyes went wide but you relaxed at her response.
‘Cool.’ You watched the fireworks exploding in the sky but felt Yelena looking at you. ‘Do I have something on my face?’ You asked, laughing. Yelena didn’t say anything right away. She was trying to memorize the way the color from the fireworks lit up your face. The way the fire created shadows. You did have something on your face, a little bit of chocolate from that s’more you helped Nathaniel. But Yelena didn’t care.
‘You are just so nice to look at.’ You looked at Yelena.
‘Lena.’ You say softly.
‘You mean everything to me.’ Yelena said quickly, before losing her nerve. ‘You smell like lemongrass and sleep which makes me feel safe and reminds me of home. It scares me that I could feel that way about someone. And.’ Before she could finish you surged forward connecting your lips with hers. The sudden impact stunned Yelena. As her brain started to register what was going on, she kissed you back, putting her hands on your waist pulling you closer. You tasted like apple juice and peach with a hint of chocolate from the s'more. It was a taste that Yelena knew she was going to be addicted to. Yelena ended the kiss as she needed to breathe and didn’t want to start making out with you in front of your family. She kept your lips inches from hers and she felt your breath on them. Your lips were a little red as you smiled. ‘What’s got you smiling like that?’ Yelena asked. Your smile only grew bigger.
‘Just excited to see the world with you and kiss you while we see it.’ Yelena pulled you under her arm, kissing the top of your head. Oh she was excited too.
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Unsteady by X Ambassadors
Master list of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
Summary: Yelena wakes up from a nightmare and you do your best to confort her. (This takes place after Somebody to You)
Warning: nightmare, mention of the Red Room, Yelena needs a hug
Word Count: 1.1k
Yelena woke up to the feeling of her falling. She sat up quickly, eyes darting around the dark room. She heard rustling next to her and looked down, a weight lifting off her shoulders as she saw your sleeping form. She was in New York in an apartment she shared with you and she just woke up from a nightmare. You were laying on your stomach, face towards Yelena and soft snores echoed in the quiet room. Yelena kissed your forehead and you stirred in your sleep but didn’t wake up. On quiet feet, Yelena got out of bed and walked over to the door. A small whine halted her movements. She turned around to see Fanny sitting up in her dog bed staring at Yelena. Fanny’s head was turned. She only imagined what the American Akita was questioning where she was going, “Fanny, bed,” Fanny looked to the bed and back to her owner. She huffed and the blonde knew her dog was rolling her eyes as she jumped onto the bed. Yelena smiled as her dog circled up next to you. She opened the door and closed it quietly behind her.
The quiet apartment welcomed her. There were boxes still unpacked that lay on the floor. It has only been a week in the new apartment and the only room that was fully unpacked was the bedroom. Yelena walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of vodka and cranberry juice. It wasn’t a night for shots but the nightmare did shake Yelena to her core. She mixed her drink on the kitchen counter and walked to the balcony. The balcony was the biggest selling point for you. She leaned against the cool metal railing and allowed the bustle of the city to calm her nerves. It was a recurring nightmare. Even though Yelena knew how it was going to end it didn’t make it easier to endure. She took a sip of her drink and sighed. Tonight her mind was transported back to Ohio when she was 6 years old and she has stripped away from her family. That night was a blur for Yelena and she only remembers the feelings. She was excited when Alexei told them they were going on a trip that he promised. She was scared when the cars started chasing them and the bullets started to fly. When Melina got shot, she never felt fear like that. Sadness made its home in her bones when Natasha pleaded with Alexei to save her but he didn’t. Finally, the anger didn’t set in until she realized that no one was going to come and save her. The only family she knew lied to her.
“Lena,” your voice pulled her out of her thoughts. But she didn’t turn around. She took a sip of her drink and listened to you walk over to her. Your arm skimmed hers. “Are you with me?” You asked.
“Yeah,” Yelena whispered. “I’m here.” She looked at you and you were smiling.
“A nightmare?” Yelena nodded. “Do you want me to stay or do you need space?” You asked. Sometimes Yelena wondered what she did in life to deserve you. Your heart was too big and bright.
���Stay. Always stay.” You nodded moving behind her so your front was pressed against her back. Your arms wrapped around her. In your arms, Yelena felt safe. The warmth you provided made all of her worries disappear. Yelena sighed as you rested your head on her shoulder.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked. She didn’t want to. She wanted to stand in your arms and pretend she was normal. But her therapist said it was important to let you into her mind. She sighed again.
“It was the day Natasha and I were forced back into the Red Room.” She said. You gave her a small squeeze, telling her that you were there. “I remember being so scared on that plane. Then so much anger when I figured no one was going to save me.” It took a while for that feeling to go away because the Red Room guards beat it out of her. “I screamed for Melina and Alexei to come to save me.” She yelled until her voice was raw. “I’d say, ‘Mama, come here,’ and ‘daddy, I’m alone.’ But no one came.” Yelena let out a shaky breath. “Sometimes I wonder if they ever loved me and Natasha because they let us go. Maybe Ohio wasn’t home.” You didn’t say anything. You let Yelena’s confession sit between you and the night stars. You kissed Yelena’s shoulder.
“Baby, you're shaking,” you whispered. She didn’t realize she was. It wasn’t from the cold. Your naturally high body temperature always kept her warm. “Let’s go inside, okay?” She didn’t fight you as you led her back into the apartment and sat down on the couch. “Tell me what you need,” You said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Hold onto me,” she said. “I’m a little unsteady.” You nodded and sat back on the arm of the couch. Yelena sat between your legs and rested her head on your chest. You pulled a blanket over her. In her rational brain, Yelena knew Melina and Alexei were following orders. But she saw them as her parents and parents were supposed to protect their children. In the end, they did choose her and Natasha over the Red Room. Were they tired of being alone? You undid the braid Yelena had and ran your fingers through her hair. “Can you tell me a story?” She asked, looking up at you. You smiled.
“Of course. Have I ever told you the story behind the big and little dipper?” Yelena shook her head. You told her the story of how a mother, Callisto, and her son, Arcas, became the big and little dipper. Zeus fell in love with Callisto and out of jealousy Hera turned Callisto into a bear. Arcas didn’t recognize his mother and almost shot her but Zesus intervened and turned Arcas into a bear too. The King of the Gods placed Callisto and her son permanently in the night sky.
“Why did he put them in the sky?” Yelena asked.
“Maybe to keep them safe from Hera or so they would be with him forever.” You answered. Yelena frowned.
“That’s pretty stupid. Zeus was the reason they were in danger.” You laughed. Yelena loved the sound of your laugh. It was freeing and a gentle reminder that you chose her.
“Zeus thinks more with his dick than his head.” It was Yelena’s turn to laugh, shaking her head.
“Promise me you won’t put me into the sky.”
“I promise,” you smiled, kissing her forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Yelena said. ‘If you love me, don’t let me go,’ she thought.
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Somebody to You by the Banners
Final Part of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
Summary: After a month of being apart, you and Yelena finally talk. Will this talk bring you back together or further part?
Warning: jealousy, fluff, Yelena experiences gay panic,
Word count: 3.8k
“Alright,” You whispered. “Let’s talk.” Yelena prided herself to be someone that didn’t get nervous. She looked death in the face and beat it. She had her life altered by a man who saw himself as God and she walked away from him alive. She grieved the death of her sister and rejoiced when she came back. But staring into your eyes under the low light of the alley with snowflakes slowly falling down, Yelena was nervous.
Beautiful, Yelena thought. You giggled. Wait, did she say that out loud? Yelena’s eyes widened. “Well I appreciate the compliment but I don't think that we are here to talk about my appearance.” She felt her cheeks heat up. You laughed, throwing your head back and it was the best sound Yelena’s heard.
“I’m mad at you.” Yelena pouted, with no real malice. It was easy to go back into this joking banter with you. Once your laughter died down, you looked back at Yelena with a smile.
“That’s a shame,” You said. “Because I don’t hate you.” Such a simple statement but it casted away any doubt and fear Yelena was having. “Do you want to try this whole talking thing again?” Yelena had lost the ability to speak. You were so close to her. The cold winter air didn’t bother her because your abnormal high body temperature kept her warm. She nodded. “Alright,” You said. “Let’s talk.” You repeated. Talk. There was so much Yelena wanted to say. She’s been practicing for a week - everything she needed to apologize for. But standing so close to you, the only thought in her mind was how much she wanted to kiss you.
“Yelena,” You said. “It’s just us. Do you want me to go first?” Yelena shook her head. “Okay, just tell me what’s going on in your head.” She was brought back to that night. ‘I want to know what’s going on in your head.’ That is what you said to her.
“I uh I-shit.” You smiled. Gods, she really wanted to kiss you. “I’m thinking about how much I want to kiss you.” Your eyes got wide. “But before that happens, if you let me.” She added quickly. “I need to apologize.” Yelena let out a shaky breath. “I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry how I ended things. I’m sorry I knew something was wrong and I didn’t say anything.” She was word vomiting so she stopped and tried to clear her throat, it was very dry. “You are right, you aren’t me.” She watched the realization wash over your face. “And I don’t want you to be me. I want you to be you because you are light, happiness, and love.” Her throat began to burn as she kept her tears at bay. “It was wrong for me to tell you to move on. I’m sorry.”
*
You knew you were crying - smiling but crying as Yelena spoke. As she said her piece weight lifted off your shoulders. “I’m sorry too. It wasn’t just on you that our relationship erupted into flames like it did. I should have talked to you. When you were going to find help, that man said some stuff to me.” Yelena frowned, taking your other hand.
“What did he say to you?” She asked. You didn’t answer right away, looking down at your connected hands.
“He told me that I was the reason we were caught. That I made you weak. He also said that my own father didn’t want me. He asked when you were going to leave me because I’m nothing.”
“Oh dorogy,” She dropped your hands and cradled your face with her hands, whipping away your tears. “That monster was wrong. You are not my weakness but my strength. You mean everything to me. Do you understand?” You nodded. “I don’t wanna die or fade away. I don’t wanna dive and disappear without a trace. I just wanna be someone.” You chuckled.
“Well, doesn’t everyone?” You asked.
“I wanna be somebody to someone. I never had nobody and no road home.” She confessed. It broke your heart Yelena believed she had nobody in her corner, that nobody cared about her. You understood though. You covered her hands with yours.
“Yelena, kiss me.” It took a minute for your request to register for the woman in front of you.
“Are you sure?” She asked. “I know I said I want to, but if you aren’t ready then I’ll wait.” You rolled your eyes but your heart fluttered at how caring she was. You moved your hands behind her neck and pulled her close. Your lips weren’t touching yet. She moved her hands to your waist, tentatively. But when you didn’t show any signs of discomfort - her hold on your waist tightened.
“I’ve missed you so much, solnishko.” You said, against her lips. The dam broke that you knew the Russian was trying to hold together as tears ran down her face.
“I’ve missed you too.” It was all she needed to connect her lips with yours. It was a feeling you missed so much - being able to be this close with Yelena. She ended the kiss with a smile on her face.
“We need to talk more about us.” You said. “But tonight can we just be together?” She nodded, kissing your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin.
“No place I’d rather be.” You reentered the Avenger Tower with Yelena’s hand in yours. You caught Kate’s eyes and she gave you a big smile and a thumbs up. “Dork.” You heard Yelena mumble and although she wasn’t wrong, you hit her on the shoulder.
“Be nice.” You stopped walking when you got closer to the table. “Are you hungry?” You asked. The SHIELD agent was gone, thankfully. But you wanted to spend more time with Yelena before the hoard of questions. The Russian picked up on your hesitation.
“I haven’t eaten all day.” Yelena confessed. You gave her a look that caused Yelena to cringe. “I was an anxious mess from the idea of seeing you.” Well that’s adorable. You gave her a quick kiss on the check and led her to the buffet. There was a line but you didn’t care. “So,” Yelena said, after a pass of silence. “How have you been?” She asked, handing you a plate.
“I’ve been okay,” You answered, piling food on your plate. You didn’t realize how hungry you were either. “I think being home helped a lot. Especially since I missed so much of my siblings growing up because I hated being home.” Yelena nodded, grabbing a spoonful of mac and cheese. You laughed silently, shaking your head. “How about you? How have you been?” Yelena tensed up and you feared you overstepped.
“I’m going to therapy.” You almost dropped your food in shock. “Close your mouth or you’ll eat a fly.”
“Sorry.” You were stunned to say the least. “That’s great. I’m proud of you.” Yelena shrugged, adding hot sauce to her food.
“I should have gone when we got back.” She said, “Sam helped me find one and I start in the new year.” You were proud of her. It took a lot of strength to admit you needed help. “I want to be better for you so this will work.” You nodded.
“Go for yourself too.” You said. “Don’t do it for others.”
“I am. I promise I am.” Instead of walking back to the table, Yelena grabbed your free hand and led you to the bar. You sat down at empty seats and ordered drinks. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded, a mouth full of food. “Who was the girl sitting next to you?” You took a sip of your drink. You wondered when she was going to bring her up, noticing the hint of jealousy in her voice.
“A SHIELD agent, to be honest I don’t remember her name.” That made Yelena smile. “She came up to me and just started talking and touching me.” Anger flashed in the Russian’s eyes. You grabbed her free hand. “It’s fine. Apparently what happened to us in Russia is the talk of the town with the new agents.” Yelena squeezed your hand. “I’m okay, Lena. I promise.” Yelena nodded, kissing the back of your hand. You ate your food in silence, enjoying the way Yelena held your hand and her thumb moved back and forth. The bartender refilled your glasses and collected the empty plates.
“Ready to go back?” Yelena asked. You sighed, nodding. You couldn’t hide forever. You stood up and walked back to the table. Kate was sitting over there now talking with your father. You sat back down in your seat and Yelena sat in the now empty one. No one batted an eye or made a comment but you did see your dad smile and wink at you. You noticed Yelena visibly relaxed next to you when your mom began to speak with her. You smiled, feeling happier and freer than ever. This was your family.
*
Yelena didn’t know how to describe this feeling in her chest. Her hand never left yours as you both carried on your own conversations. Your voice, laughter, and smile made Yelena feel as if she was floating. She was worried that your parents were going to say something and they did in their own way. Clint gave her a look that spoke loud and clear - don’t hurt her again. Yelena nodded. Laura asked how she was doing and how working as an Avenger was treating her. It felt nice to be surrounded by everyone again. “Excuse me everyone,” Sam said, standing up and straightening his tie. “Duty calls.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“You are giving a speech not saving someone from a burning building.” Bucky said. Sam gasped in mock offense, clutching his chest.
“You wound me good sir.” Sam joked, the table laughed at their interaction as Bucky slapped his boyfriend playfully.
“Better you than me.” Steve mumbled, the comment didn’t go on deaf ears.
“Not missing the spotlight, Rogers?” Clint asked, grasping his hand on the super soldier’s shoulder. Steve shook his head.
“Getting too old for it.” Natasha’s laugh was the loudest at the table.
“See a fossil. We should pack you up and send you to the Smithsonian.” Yelena shook her head as Steve’s cheeks turned pink.
“You know what Romanoff -” Steve’s threat was cut off by a microphone turning on as the billionaire took the stage. Sam gave the table a salute and ran off, quickly moving to the stairs of the stage.
“Hello everyone,” Tony’s voice boomed through the lobby. “I do hope you are enjoying yourself. As the man who signs the cheek after this I have to make sure my money was well spent.” The billionaire’s joke got a few laughs.
“Please,” Natasha said, rolling her eyes. “You’d throw a party every day till the new year without hearing our opinion.” Yelena chuckled, shaking her head. It was nice seeing this side of her sister, openly joking around with her friends. It was another piece of evidence that they were free. Tony shook his head.
“She’s not wrong. But,” he clapped his hands together. “I am not one for speeches. I’ll leave it to that guy.” He pointed to Sam, who waved. “I do want to say how thankful I am for all of us to be able to be together again. When the holidays came around in 2018, I didn’t think we’d get a chance to celebrate together again.” A heavy silence filled the lobby and you gave Yelena’s hand a tight squeeze, leaning into her. She wrapped her arms arounds you. “We’ve been through a lot together and I wouldn’t want to go through with anyone else. So before I get more emotional please help me welcome to the stage Sam Wilson.” Everyone clapped as Captain America walked up the stage and gave a quick hug to Tony.
“I’ll keep this short because I know the night is still young and we are here to celebrate with one another and get drunk, not listen to me talk.” Yelena felt you chuckle. “I’d first like to thank Tony for signing the check and Pepper who actually planned this party.” Tony flipped Sam off as Pepper smacked him on the chest. “And all of the workers that have to deal with us.” Sam sighed, looking around the room. “When Tony asked if I wanted to speak at the Christmas party, I was hesitant. How was I supposed to write a speech that conveyed the emotions of an entire room? Do I focus on what and who’ve we lost or do I talk about how we are walking towards a better future?” Sam shrugged. “Even as I stand in front of you, I’m still unsure and I think that is okay. I’m unsure what to talk about. I’m unsure what tomorrow is going to bring me. I’m unsure what is waiting for me as soon as I walk off this stage.
“We can’t change the past even though it’s human or God or Guardian nature, even when we now have the ability to go back into time because we don’t know how it will affect the now. Even though a small green stone gives us the ability to see into the future, should we look? I guess what I am trying to get at is, we can only focus and live in the now. We have to treasure the time we have with the people we love and not worry about what’s going to happen a week, a month, a year from now.” He smiled. “And as I look around this room and remember all the good, the bad, and the ugly memories I have with everyone of you; I can’t help but feel grateful to be a part of this beautiful family. Merry Christmas everyone and Happy Holidays.”
*
After Sam’s speech, you found yourself in the sitting area with the ‘Young Avengers’ as Tony and Sam liked to call them - they were training to take over the Avenger mantle. You and Yelena were sitting together - her legs laid across you and your hand was playing with the rings on her fingers. To be honest, you weren’t listening to the conversation around you. You knew they were playing an intense game of ‘would you rather?’ “So,” Shuri said, stopping the game. “When are you going to join us Y/n?” The question directed at you snapped out of your thoughts.
“I’m sorry?” You questioned. “Like the game - I rather not debate on who I think is better in bed with people I grew up with.” You cringed. Kate and Yelena laughed. Shuri rolled her eyes and smiled. You didn’t like the smile.
“No, I mean the Young Avengers.” Oh. Oh. It wasn’t the first time someone asked if you were going to follow in your father’s footsteps and you knew it wasn’t going to be the last. Yelena sat up, noticing the shift in the conversation.
“You are kind of a badass.” Kamala added.
“And I bet you could give better hero speeches than Peter.” Cassie mumbled, the comment caused Peter to throw a small pillow at her. You smiled with a shrug.
“I don’t think I’ll be joining you guys. Never really thought about being an Avenger.” You chuckled. “Besides I may give my old man a heart attack if I join the team and I can’t risk that.” They laughed and they went back to the game besides Yelena, who kept her eyes on you. You gave her a smile and nodded. It was true. You never wanted to be an Avenger as you’ve seen the pain that comes with the title. From being at the tower when Ultron first attacked, seeing the team beaten and broken after their fight with Maximoff twins, holding it together when you learned your father was kidnapped and controlled by Loki, and the battle with Thanos and his children. But you were special, unique, and had abilities that most people would love to have. Was it selfish of you to not use them to help make the world a better place? You weren’t sure.
*
Yelena knew Shuri’s question affected you more than you were willing to show to the group. The DJ faded out the current song and an instrumental version of ‘I’ll Be Home for Christmas’ began to play. She watched a few couples move to the dance floor - Clint and Laura, Wanda and Natasha, Tony and Pepper, and even Kate and America. Yelena set her drink on the side table and stood up, holding out her hand. “Dance with me?” You looked at her hand with a smile and took it. Yelena found a more private spot on the dance floor and put her hands on your hips and you put your arms around her neck. “Do you want to talk about what happened back there?” Yelena asked. You sighed, biting the inside of your check.
“Do you think I should be an Avenger?” Yelena was startled by the question. Before she could answer you continued, “I understand why you joined when we first got back, even though it was unhealthy.” You joked. Yelena rolled her eyes. “But it makes sense for me to become one, you know? My parents were both SHIELD agents and my dad was an Avenger. Natasha helped raise me. I mean all of this,” You gestured around the Avenger lobby. “Has been my entire life. Fury has asked me to join the team every time he sees me. Am I wasting -” Yelena connected her lips with yours. You let out a surprise squeak but soon kissed her back. She pulled away. “Did you just kiss me so I’d stop rambling?” You asked.
“Yes.” You laughed, shaking your head.
“Rude.”
“I’m not going to tell you what to do.” Yelena started. “I’ll support you if you decide to join the team or if you don’t.” You nodded. “Join because you want to join, not because that is what others think you should do.” Yelena twirled you in a circle and brought you back in her arms. You giggled. “I don’t need to change the world. I’d make the moon shine just for you. If you feel like the night is falling I want to be the one you're calling.” You played with the baby hairs at the base of her neck, sending a shiver down Yelena’s spine.
“You are someone, somebody to me.” You whispered. “I don’t want to lose you again.”
“You won’t,” Yelena promised. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere.” Yelena was unsure of the future with her being involved with the Avengers and unknown threats still lurking. Even if the sun started to set and the sky went cold, she could make her way home to you.
*
Christmas Morning - Plaza Hotel
You woke up to the feeling of fingers running through your hair. You groaned and opened your eyes, blinking away sleep. “Merry Christmas, zolotse.” Yelena said, looking down at you. You looked up at the Russian. Her braid was messy from sleep and her sleep shirt was handing off her shoulder. You missed this, falling asleep with Yelena in your arms.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” You gave her a brief kiss. “I have something to give you.”
“You got me a present?” Yelena questioned.
“Yes and no.” You rolled over and opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a white envelope. You sat up before handing it to her. She took the envelope with shaky hands. Steadying herself, she opened it and pulled out a key.
“Is this?” She asked. You nodded.
“The apartment is still in my name,” You sighed. “I’m not sure what tomorrow is going to bring me and like Sam said, I’m okay with it. But I do know I want you to be there by my side.” Yelena closed her hand around the key. “When I figure it out, do you want to move back in with me?” You asked.
“Yes.” She answered without hesitation. You smiled.
“Cool.” You nodded.
“Cool.” She repeated. You laughed, closing the gap between you two. Before your lips touched, banning on your door caused both of you to jump back.
“You better have clothes on!” Copper said. You groaned, blushing. Yelena chuckled, shaking her head. Gods, you wanted to kill your older brother sometimes.
“We do.” You called out to your brother. The door swung open and Nathaniel came running in, jumping onto your bed, and crawled onto your lap.
“Get up! Get up!” He said, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. Yelena and your other siblings laughed at the youngest Barton’s actions. Lila and Cooper joined him on the bed. “Santa came last night! We have presents to open!”
“Alright, alright, I’m going.” You chuckled, pushing him off of you. He landed between you and Yelena with a groan.
“Dad is having a meltdown because we are on a ‘time crunch’.” Litla said, adding the air quotes. You rolled your eyes.
“He needs to learn how to relax.” Yelena said.
“I heard that, Belova.” Your dad yelled. “Now hurry up, breakfast is getting cold.” The mention of food got everyone out of bed. You glanced at Yelena as she attached the key to one of her necklaces and put it on. Your heart fluttered as you followed your siblings to the living room area of the hotel suite. The Christmass tree that was bare the night before had colorful presents around it. You, Yelena, and your parents were running on very little sleep to set everything up. But it was worth it seeing the excitement in your siblings' faces. Nathaniel ran over to the presents and looked over the presents.
“Lena!” He said, pointing. “You have presents too.”
“I have presents.” She said, slowly.
“Eat then presents.” Laura said, with a smile. She handed Yelena a plate of food. “Merry Christmas.” You gave the Russian’s hand a squeeze, noticing she was getting a little overwhelmed.
“Merry Christmas.” She said, finding her voice. Your family sat around the tree. Your dad kept having to stop Nathaniel from opening the presents too early while your mom went over the plan for the day - presents hare, meeting up with Natasha and Wanda, then back to the tower. It was going to be a busy and tiring day but you were grateful for your family.
He was wrong. You were somebody to a lot of people. A daughter. A sister. A friend. A niece. A girlfriend. He didn’t win. He was locked away in a cell while you were free. “What’s got you smiling like that?” Yelena whispered to you. You looked at her.
“Just happy.” She kissed your forehead.
“Me too, zolotse. Me too.”
The End.
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Just like that the main story of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova has come to an end! I want to thank everyone who took time out of their day to read this story; which started has a little one shot evolved into a 6 part series!
Now what is next? I do have three drabbles planned for this AU; the talk between Y/n and Clint, how Y/n and Yelena met, and a cute moment where Y/n helps Yelena through a nightmare! However, we learned a lot about this AU with these last two parts so if you want me to go into specifics please let me know! I have some ideas floating around but would love to see what you guys are interested in!
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How Do I Say Good-bye by Dean Lewis
Holy cow two posts in two days! I guess that what happens when I get over my writer’s block lol.
The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova - Master post
Summary: After 5 years, the Avengers come together to rewrite the wrong that happened in Wakanda. What happens when your father returns from the time heist without the one person that was your constant for 5 years?
Warnings: major character death (sort of), angst, grief, guilt, mention of death
Word count: 5.6k
“Clint, where’s Nat?” You heard Bruce ask your father. You looked up from the book you were reading to calm your nerves while you waited for everyone to return. The spot next to your father was empty. He was on his knees showing an orange rock in his hands. He looked around the circle and his eyes landed on you. Your heart began to beat, you wondered if they could hear it in the silent room. Thud. Thud. Thud. The organ pounded against your ribcage. You saw mouths moving but their words weren’t registering to you. The room felt incredibly small. You jumped out of your chair, it fell to the ground but you didn’t bother to fix it. You took off running towards the door. By the time the New York Sun hit your face, you shifted to a husky. You felt the grass on your hands and feet as you sprinted to the dock that rested on the pound. Staring into the reflection into the water, you shifted back. Your jaw clenched as you kept the tears that threatened to fall at bay. The calmness and isolation only lasted a moment as you heard footsteps joining you. You knew who it was without looking over your shoulder. Your father knelt down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. It was supposed to be an act of comfort but you flinched away. You stood up and leaned against a wooden post.
“Yelena was part of the Blip, right?” Tony asked, breaking the heavy silence. Your already broken heart shattered more at the mention of the blonde Black Widow. You felt sick.
“Yeah,” You said, finding your voice. It was shaky. You cleared your throat and hugged yourself. Your father was standing now, looking down at the wooden deck. Bruce was looking out towards the water as Steve and Tony were sitting on the bench. The God of Thunder was the only one not standing still. He was pacing. “Alexei and Melina are in St. Petersburg. We’ll or I’ll tell them.” You spoke with the Black Widow’s adoptive family a handful of times. Natasha tried to call them every once in a while to settle their nerves. But you knew the Russian needed a reminder of family, someone other than you. Thor stopped pacing and looked at you.
“What?” He questioned. You hummed questionably. “What are you doing?” The question directed at you got the attention of your father. The god closed the distance between you. You scrunched your nose as he reeked of alcohol. “You're acting like she’s dead. Why are we acting like she’s dead?” He asked, facing the group. “We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones we can bring her back.” He faced you again. “Stop this shit. We are the Avengers.” He took another step towards you. If your back wasn’t already against a pole, you would have moved back to create more space between you and the God. “Get it together.”
“Step away from my kid.” Clint said. The God held your gaze. “We can’t bring her back.” Thor finally looked away from you and towards your father. “It can’t be undone.” You looked down at the dock. “It can’t.” Thor laughed.
“No offense but you are all very earthly beings, okay, and we’re talking about space magic and can’t seems very definitive. Don’t you think so?” You closed your eyes as they burned with unshed tears.
“Look I know that I’m way outside my pay grade here but she still isn’t here, is she?” Clint yelled. “It can’t be undone or that’s at least what the red, floating guy had to say. Maybe you wanna go talk to him, okay? Go grab your hammer and you go fly and you go talk to him.” He paused. You glanced up, looking at your family. Steve had a few tears running down his cheeks. Bruce ripped off a bench and threw it across the water. “It was supposed to be me.” Your head snapped to look at your father. He looked at anything and everything besides you. But you could see the tears in his eyes. “It should have been me.” He confessed again, this time looking at you. You were going to be sick. “She sacrificed herself for those goddamn stones. She put her life on it. We have to make it count.”
“We will.” Steve said.
“Wait,” you said, holding your hands up. “Are we going to gloss over the fact that he just said he was going to sacrifice himself for that stupid rock?” No one said anything.
“Y/n.” Clint said, slowly taking a step towards you.
“No,” You said, putting your hand up. “I am this close to losing my mind.” You rubbed your hands against your face. “For 5 years I was with her. I watched her mourn for Wanda, for Vision, for everyone.” You yelled. “I watched as she tried to keep the world together.” You looked at your father. “As she tried to bring you home.” You pointed to him. “And none of you were there.” You closed your eyes as your lips trembled. You knew it was unfair to spill these words at them. They all dealt with the Blip in their own way. But you were hurting and in pain and the one person that you were able to turn to for 5 years wasn’t there. You opened your eyes. “So yeah we’ll bring everyone back. But the one person who wanted it more than anything won’t be here to see it.”
*
You sat in your room while the others came up with the last touches on the plan to bring everyone back. You were resting your back against the headboard with a few polaroids you had taken over the years. They mostly consisted of you and Natasha making a mess in the kitchen. “Why did you leave us all behind?” You asked the photos. You didn’t know how to say goodbye to someone you’ve known your whole life. There was so much you wanted to say but there was no time.
“Knock, knock,” Your door opened and you watched as Steve came in, closing the door behind him. He sat on the edge of your bed. Steve was the only ‘non-active’ member of the team you saw constantly.
“I didn’t say you could come in.” You deadpanned, not looking away from the photos.
“No, but we both no you can’t say no to this face.” He managed to pull a smile out of you and you rolled your eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek.
“It’s not fair.” You finally whispered. “It’s not fair they both had to go there because no matter what I’d be losing someone I cared about.” You looked up at him. “She was my life line.” You hated the usage of ‘was’.
“And you were her’s.”
“How do I tell Yelena or Wanda?” You asked. “How do I look them in the eye and explain to them it was either her or my father?” Steve sighed.
“I don’t know, kid.” He answered honestly. “But you won’t have to do it alone.” Alone? You had the two things that you and Natasha dreamt about for 5 years, a way to rewrite the loss and the compound full of people. But she wasn’t here to see it. Your door opened and your father stepped in.
“Tony and Bruce finished the gauntlet,” he said. “Just waiting on you Cap.” Steve nodded and stood up. Clint took Captain America’s spot. The air in your room became suffocating. “I’m sorry.” He said. You looked at the man in front of you. He has changed so much since the last time you saw him.
“Sorry about what?” You questioned.
“I’m sorry I’m sitting here and she’s not.” Your jaw clenched as anger swept through you.
“That’s not -” You let out a shaky breath to calm your nerves. “Let’s just bring everyone back.” You stood up from your bed before putting a random photo into your pocket. It was one of Natasha decorating Christmas cookies and she was covered in flour. You left your room not even looking back at your father.
*
You walked into Tony’s lab while Bruce was walking over to the gauntlet as it rested on the table. “You saw what those stones did to Thanos.” He said, his voice was surprisingly calm. “They almost killed him. None of you could survive that.”
“How do we know you will?” You asked, making your presence known. Bruce picked it up and looked at you.
“We don’t.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. You ignored the look from your father. “But the radiation is mostly gamma.” He continued. “It was like I was made for this.” The Avengers looked around the room at one another as no one said anything to talk Bruce out of it. You bite your lip, keeping the snarky comments at bay. You needed all of them together, not fighting against each other because you were pissed off.
“Alright,” Tony said. “Remember everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you're just bringing them back now.” he gestured to the room. “Today. Don’t change anything from the last five years.”
“Got it.” He said, looking at the stones. You didn’t like this. A knot formed in your stomach. Everyone formed a circle around the doctor. Thor pushed Rocket behind him. Rhodey and Scott activated their helmet. Steve motioned for you to join him, the super soldier covered you with his shield. He gave you a reassuring smile but you couldn’t return it, you were too focused on Bruce.
“FRIDAY,” Tony said, activating his own suit and producing a shield to cover him and your father. “Do me a favor and activate the Barn Door Protocol, will you?”
“Yes boss.” The AI answered. You looked around as the glass roof was blocked by an additional metal roof. The same metal material covered the windows of the lab. You gulped and grabbed onto Steve’s arm.
“Everybody comes home.” Bruce said, putting it on. As soon as the gauntlet formed around his hand, the stones powered up. A surge of electricity ran through his arm and he fell to his knees with a pained groan.
“Take it off. Take it off.” Thor pleaded. Steve held up his hand.
“No wait,” he said. “Bruce, are you okay?” He didn’t answer as he was groaning in pain. Your eyes widened.
“Talk to me, Banner.” Tony said. He nodded.
“I’m okay,” he did not look okay. He looked the opposite of okay. “I’m okay.” He said again. You weren’t sure if he was trying to reassure everyone or himself. He yelled as he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. Bruce fell onto his back as the gauntlet came off. You and your father were the first to move. Clint kicked the stones away from Bruce as you fell to your knees next to him. His arm was badly burned.
“No one move him.” Tony said. He used his suit to spray some sort of cooling spray onto Bruce’s arm. Bruce grabbed your arm with his non-injured hand. At any other time you would be worried if the Hulk grabbed onto you but it was different. You put your hand on his.
“Did it work?” Bruce asked.
“We’re not sure,” Thor said. “It’s okay.” You watched as the windows opened and Scott walked out. Birds chirping filled the quietness. That quietness was broken as you and your father’s phone went off. You stood up, walked away from the group and pulled out your cell phone and gasped. “Lila,” you said, answering the phone. You vaguely heard your father answer his phone with a soft, “Honey.”
“Y/n? Where are you? What is going on? I don’t understand.” She asked.
“Guys,” Scott said. “I think it worked.” You blocked out your sister’s rambling as the sun shining down was blocked. The hairs on your neck stood up.
“Take cover!” You yelled but it was too late. The blast sent you flying and the world went dark.
*
Your ears were ringing as your exhausted body slumped to the ground. The ruins of the compound were settling. Thanos was gone. Everyone was back and on paper you’ve won. But there was an ache in your chest as you watched Shuri work on Tony, trying to save him. You pulled out the picture from your pocket. The edges were ripped and it was covered in dirt but you didn’t care. You heard your name. It was distant and echoed as if you were sinking underwater. “Y/n!” It was much clever now as you looked up and saw Wanda running over to you. You didn’t have time to process it as she threw herself into your arms. You let out a pained groan. “I’m sorry.” She said, letting you go but she cupped your face in her hands. “Five years.” She said, “Strange said it’s been 5 years.”
“Wanda.” You said slowly.
“I don’t believe it. I don’t understand. We were here on second and it felt like no time passed.” You said your friend’s name again but it didn’t cut through her rambling. “Natasha. I need to find her.” The mention of your godmother’s name almost broke the dam you’ve been trying to keep up.
“Wanda.” You said a little bit louder. The urgency in your voice stopped the rambling. Your voice got the attention of Clint and Steve and they talked over to you.
“Where is Nat?” She asked. You looked down and removed one of her hands from your face to your temple. Her fingers began to glow and you felt her magic but she still waited for your consent. You nodded as her magic entered your memories. You showed her everything. The hundreds of movie marathons you had, late night meetings, and the days you found the Black Widow training to the brink of exhaustion so she couldn’t dream of the Battle of Wakanda. You showed her every laugh and every tear shed. Finally, you showed her when your father returned without her girlfriend by his side. She pulled back her magic and clutched her hand to her chest. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. “No,” she whispered. “She can’t be gone.” You pulled her into a tight hug as you felt her tears against your skin and her hands twisted in the fabric of your shirt. You closed your eyes.
I’ll make sure she’s alright, you promised.
*
A week. That was how long everyone decided to regroup back at Tony’s cabin to have a small service for those lost. It gave everyone enough time to regroup with their loved ones and heal from their wounds, especially Tony who survived because of the Wakandans. So you sat in the back of the car, head resting on the window as Clint drove back to the farm. Wanda was in the front seat. Clint insisted on her staying at the farm, you wondered if his guilt was eating at him. Soon the two story building you haven’t called home began to appear. The sound of the approaching vehicle alerted your mom and siblings as the front door opened and they came running out. Your father parked the car and turned it off. Once again, their voices were distorted. You vaguely heard Wanda say, “I got her.” It was your only warning before she opened your door. Her cheeks were still stained with tears and the smile she was wearing was forced. You wondered why you haven’t cried. You felt the tears but they wouldn’t fall. You felt numb. Crying for her made it real. “Hey,” Wanda said softly. “Your mom really wants to see you.” You looked over her shoulder and saw the tearful reunion between Clint and Laura. Natasha never told you in detail the crimes he committed as the Ronin. But you knew the blood shed had to be intense. You remembered one night sneaking out of your room to find Natasha at her desk trying to pinpoint a lead on where your father was. She had photos of bodies left behind. “Malen’kiy yastreb (little hawk).” Natasha’s nickname for you snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at the Solovkian. Her faced showed the pained expression as she ventured into your mind. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, closing your mind to her.
“No.” You said. There was too much going on for you to unload something else onto her. You got out of the car and mindlessly walked over to your family with Wanda close behind. Lila was the first to see you coming and broke away from everyone into a sprint. You caught her in your arms and fell to the ground. “I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered.
“I thought you were dead,” she said. “When I heard that explosion on the phone, I thought the worst.” You squeezed her tighter. You could feel her heartbeat against yours, it was erratic. You slowed down your own breathing so she could match yours. Her heart calmed down.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” You promised. You watched as your mom walked over to you, silent tears on her face. You let go of your sister, who went to hug Wanda.
“My baby girl,” She said. “You’ve grown up.” You stood up, folding your hands in front of you.
“5 years.” You said. “A lot happens in that time.” Laura let out a small sop and brought you into a hug.
“I’m so sorry.” You tensed up in her arms. She wasn’t the one you wanted an apology from. Once she let go of you, you gave a big hug to Cooper.
“Where is Aunty Nat?” Nathaniel asked, as you knelt down to his level to give him a hug. Your stomach dropped.
“Let’s go inside.” Clint said. You stood up as everyone headed inside. Your father had his arms around your siblings and Wanda was holding onto your mom like a lifeline. You looked up at the blue sky.
“How do I say goodbye?” You asked. “You gave Natheniel his name and you always saw what’s best in me.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
*
You stepped into your room, drying your hair with a towel. A shower was desperately needed after you caught up the rest of your family on what happened in the years they missed. You kept it PG, not wanting you siblings to learn who their father became. You were going to leave it to him to tell his wife. To your surprise Wanda fell asleep on the couch. You wrapped a blanket around her. Clint wanted to spend time together as a family but you wanted to be alone. You laid down on your bed, hair still wet but you didn’t care. It was weird. For 5 years, all you wanted was for people to be around but now that they were back you wanted to retreat. You wanted to crawl back into the bubble you created. You closed your eyes, hoping that you could dream away the past 10 hours. But the shrill sound of your phone ringing caused you to open your eyes. You were surprised it survived the fight but STARK INDUSTRIES made the best for a reason. You let it go to voicemail, it was probably an old school friend from school but you didn’t have the energy to deal with them. But your phone rang again. With a sigh, you stood up and grabbed your phone.
“Fuck,” You mumbled falling back onto your bed as you read Yelena’s name on the caller ID. Clearing your dry throat, you answered the call. “Yelena, hi.” Your voice was surprisingly steady.
“Where is she?” She asked. She sounded on the verge of tears. “Where is Natalia?”
“Why don’t you come to Iowa?” You countered. You knew it was best for this conversation to happen in person. It also allowed Yelena to not be alone.
“Iowa.” She said, slowly. “Is my sister in Iowa?”
“Well no but -”
“Then I won’t be going to Iowa.” She cut you off. The anger was replacing the tears. “So, where is she?” You took a steady breath. Your heart was beating in your chest again. Thud. Thud. Thud.
“She’s gone.” You said. “She’s dead. Natasha sacrificed herself to bring everyone back.” You explained everything to her. Staring with Thanos and his radical idea and how he planned to accomplish it. The battle at Wakanda and how the Avengers lost, resulting in half of the population losing 5 years. She didn’t say anything and half the time you thought she hung up but you heard her breathing. “We are having a service for her and a few others in a week. I can send you the address.” She still remained silent. “Yelena, please say something.”
“You got so much time with her.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see it.
“I know and I’m so sorry. I’m here for you.” She laughed bitterly.
“That’s not going to bring her back.”
“Yelena -” The line went dead. You redialed her number but the call went straight to voicemail. “Dammit.” You slammed your hand against your bed. Your room became suffocating, claustrophobic. Your lungs didn’t want to take in oxygen. You jumped off your bed and ran out of your room.
“Y/n.” Clint said as you ran past him. The commotion woke up Wanda but you didn’t care. You kept running until you reached the barn and fell to your knees. The dam was breaking. You could see the cracks forming and your breathing was erratic. Bile was moving up your throat. You were going to be sick.
“Sweetheart,” Your mom’s voice was breaking through the fog. You felt her hand on your back slowly drawing circles. “Breathe for me. In and out. In and out.” You copied her and soon your breathing evened out. You sat back, pulling your knees to your chest.
“Yelena called me.” You said. “I had to tell her that the sister she just got back is gone.” You shook your head. “It’s not fair. It’s-” You stopped yourself.
“You have to let it out.” She said, “Holding it in is going to make it worse.” You couldn’t. You couldn’t tell her what you were feeling because you didn’t know. Everything was all mixed up. “He told me.” You looked up into your mother’s eyes. “Your father. He told me what happened, all those years we were gone.” Ronin. It was the name given to him as he took justice in his own hands. Ronin. Ronin. Ronin. “Say what you need to say.”
“I want her back. But if I say that does that mean I wish my dad was the one to go?” You cleared your throat. “I don’t know how to say goodbye to her and I’m scared of what life is going to be like without her. She was all I had for 5 years and now.” You looked down. “And now she’s gone. She’s gone, mom. Why does she have to be gone?” Something inside you snapped. The dam broke and you cried. Laura caught you in her arms and held you tight as you sobbed. “How could she leave us all behind?”
*
The week leading up to the service flew by. You lived in a blur, things were just happening around you as you cared for those around you. You were a shoulder to cry on for Wanda and read stories to Nathaniel when his dreams haunted him. When sleep evaded you, you found Clint nursing some bourbon in the kitchen. You joined him, not speaking to one another. It was exhausting, this weird dance you were playing with him.
You were sitting on the porch, looking up at the night stairs. You were leaving for New York in the morning and you needed sleep but it was evading you. You wrapped the blanket tighter around you. Late night talks under the night stars were some of your favorite memories with Natasha. You learned quickly that the Black Widow didn’t know where the constellations were and the stories behind them. It made you feel special that you knew something that your godmother didn’t. So you began to show them to her and tell their stories. “Mind if I join you?” You yelped at the sudden voice and stared at the blonde Russian standing in front of you.
“Yelena,” You knew she asked you a question. She was waiting for your permission but your brain was trying to register her sudden appearance. “Yeah, of course.” She sat down next to you, rubbing her hands together. You gave her some of the blanket. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you know where I live.” She gave you a sad smile.
“Natasha gave me the address before I left the compound. She said,” her voice cracked. “She said I’d always be welcomed here, that I’d be safe.”
“She was right.” You sat in silence, allowing the gentle breeze and the crickets to tell their story. Yelena was looking up at the stars, dark circles under her eyes. “I was worried about you.” You finally said. “I tried calling you but the call went straight to voicemail.” She nodded.
“I broke my phone. I got a new one with a new number.” You laughed.
“That would make sense.” You watched as the Russian smile. “She talked about you all the time.” You watched as her shoulders tense up. “She was so proud of you. She loved you so much and just wanted you to be safe.” In the moonlight you saw tears leaving her eyes and running down her cheeks.
“It shouldn’t have gone this way. If I was there, I could have stopped it. I could have..I could have changed it.”
“Nothing was going to stop her, Yelena. You know Natasha.” She let out a soft sob, bringing her closed fist to her mouth. You’ve had the same thoughts. What if you conceived the team to be a part of the time heist? Could you have stopped her? “She made her choice.” You said to her echoing the same words your mom and father said to you. “We’re gonna have to find a way to live with it.”
“I loved her so much.” She confessed, looking at you. You nodded.
“Me too.” You whispered, smiling at her. “Me too.” Yelena shivered as a gust of wind blew through. “Come on.” You said, standing up and holding out her hand. “Stay the night. Please.” She hesitated but took your hand and got to her feet. You brought her inside. “We have a full house but uh you can bunk with me or you can have my room and I can sleep on the couch or..”
“The couch is fine.” She said, cutting you off with a smile.
“Right.” You blushed. “I’m upstairs, first door on your left. Come get me if you need anything.” She nodded. Without thinking, you grabbed her hand again. She looked down at your connected hands. “Anything, I mean it.” You squeezed her hand. “Good night Yelena.”
“Goodnight Y/n.” You let go of her hand and walked upstairs to your room. You were surprised to feel a weight lifted off your chest as you climbed into bed. Finally sleep came easy for you.
*
A gently knock woke you up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and walked over to your door. Once again you were surprised to see Yelena standing there. Her cheeks were stained with fresh tears. You pulled the emotional Black Widow into your room and down onto your bed. “Nightmare?” She didn’t have to answer for you to know. “I’m pretty cold.” You said. “I can’t really sleep when I’m cold. Can you sleep in here tonight?” You pulled your sheets back. You had a queen size bed so you had the space. The entire time Yelena was watching you carefully. You sighed. “When was the last time you slept?”
“I don’t know.” She whispered. You nodded.
“We both need sleep.” You said, climbing under the covers. “The choice is yours obviously but here you're safe.” You laid down and closed your eyes.
*
Yelena stared at your sleeping form, extremely conflicted on the emotions running through her. She woke up from a nightmare she’s had before but when she woke up, a scream almost left her lips, you were her first thought. A stranger. Someone she barely knew. But she felt safe and at a sense of peace. Natasha was right, Bartons were a unique group of people. Natalie. Yelena bit her lip and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. She missed her sister so much. The Russian crawled underneath your blanket. She was surprised how warm you were, it lured her into a dreamless sleep.
*
The service was exhausting. Everyone said kind words about Natasha, Vision, and everyone that gave their lives to protect the world. You were more focused on Yelena during the entire service, who barely said a word. As it came to a close, you were standing with Bruce at the time machine. He was getting it ready to send someone to bring the stones back. “Let me be the one to put the stones back.” His head snapped to look at you, you were surprised it didn’t give him whiplash.
“Are you insane?” He asked. “Your father would kill me if we sent you back.” You rolled your eyes at the doctor. Your father was a lot of things but there was no way he’d be able to take on the Hulk.
“Bruce, please, I want to help. I didn’t do anything last time and -” Your voice trailed off. Bruce gently placed his hand on your shoulder.
“I get it kid. But it’s far too dangerous.” You sighed, knowing he was right.
“Who's going then?” He gestured over your shoulder and you turned around. Steve changed out of his suit and into his Captain America uniform. He had a small briefcase in one hand and his shield in the other. He was talking with Wanda and Yelena. You were too far to hear what they were saying but whatever Steve said made them smile. It was nice to see. After the service, you watched as your father, Yelena, and Wanda walked by the water’s edge. You wanted to give them some space so that’s how you ended up with Bruce.
“I tried to bring her back.” He said. You looked back at him, he was tinkering with the machine. He could only use one arm as the arm he used to snap was in a sling. “When I had the gauntlet and the stones I thought I could bring her back.” He shrugged. You weren’t sure how to respond as you knew the relationship between the doctor and Black Widow was complicated. “I miss her.” You could relate to that.
“Yeah, I miss her too.”
“Everything all set?” Steve asked, walking up next to you. In place of his shield, he was holding Mjolnir. The sound of leaves crunching behind you was the indication that people were walking behind you, a quick glance and you saw Bucky and Sam. Sam was holding onto Steve’s shield.
“All set Cap.” Before he moved onto the platform, you grabbed onto his arm.
“What are you doing?” You asked. He gave you a confused look.
“Bring the stones back.” He said simply. You let go of his arms. You didn’t believe him. Something didn’t feel right. He stepped onto the platform. You couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, it was a feeling deep in your stomach.
“Remember,” Bruce said. “You have to return the stones to the exact moment you got’em or you’re gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.”
“Don’t worry Bruce.” He hit his sleeve and his Captain America suit changed into the white tech suit.
“How long is this going to take? “ Sam asked. You bit your cheek. You were experiencing major deja vu and it was not a good one.
“For him, as long as he needs. For us, five seconds.” Bruce answered. “All right, we’ll meet you back here, okay?” He looked directly at you. His blue eyes looking onto yours. With a smile, he nodded his head.
“You bet.” His helmet went on.
“Going quantum in three…” Your heart started to beat. “Two.” You couldn’t lose anyone else. “One.” Steve disappeared. You held your breath. “And returning in five, four, three, two, one.” Bruce turned a switch. You heard it click but the platform was empty. You looked at Bruce who was looking at a small screen. Where is he? Panic started to spread through you.
“Where is he?” Sam asked.
“I’m not sure.” You couldn’t do this again. Natasha. Vision. Hell you almost lost Tony.
“Well bring him the hell back.” Bruce pressed a few buttons and the machine came back to life. It was as if you blinked because the empty platform had two figures on it both wearing the white tech suits. You knew one was Steve as his helmet disappeared and you heard Sam and Bucky yelling at him for making them worry. But your attention was on whoever Steve brought back. Their helmet disappeared and you gasped.
“Natasha.”
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Little Did You Know by Alex and Sierra
Part 4 of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
Summary: It has been 3 months since you and Yelena were kidnapped and tortured in front of one another. It has been 3 months of therapy, lies, and pretending. Until one night, all the lies come unraveling and you can’t pretend anymore.
Summary: PTSD, nightmares, drinking, angst, lots of angst, breakup, suicidal thoughts
Word count: 5k
You’ve officially decided that you hate going to therapy as you walked out of your therapist’s office onto the busy New York City sidewalk. You fished your phone out of your bag and began to walk to a nearby café. It was the routine. Every Tuesday and Thursday was therapy. After the session it was a quick walk to the café. During the walk you’d text Yelena, to inform her that you were done, and call your mom. Well the call to your mom and dad happened every day, twice daily. It was the only way they allowed you to move back to the city. It’s been 3 months since your world trip came to an abrupt end due to a psychopath and things were…fine. You were fine. Everything was fine. That’s what you kept saying anyways. You dialed your home phone and listened to it ring. “Hey, sis.” Lila said, answering the phone.
“How did you know it was me?” You asked.
“Because no one else calls us and you call this time every Thursday.” You laughed, you knew she was rolling her eyes.
“Well, aren't you smart.” You said, walking into the café and sat down in the corner.
“How was therapy?” She asked.
“It was good.” You said as a waitress, Lily, placed a glass of water in front of you. They were getting used to your routine. You thanked her with a smile.
“Liar.”
“Liar?” You were caught off guard. “I’m not lying.”
“Yes you are. It’s the same answer you give to mom but she’s too afraid to question it in the off chance it will trigger you. I’m not.” You were stunned. Your mouth hung open. “So I will ask again, how was therapy?” She asked softly. You closed your mouth and felt every wall you’ve built up crumpled in this cafe. You rested your head on your free hand, sighing.
“Not great. It hasn’t been going well.”
“You know,” Lila said, slowly. “No one expects you to be okay right away. What you and Yelena went through was traumatic. It’s going to take time.” You chuckled, whipping away a few fallen tears.
“When did you get so smart?” Lila laughed.
“I’ve always been smart, you've just never listened to me.” You smiled, missing your sister more. You heard the door open and close, it was Yelena.
“I gotta go, squirt.” She groaned at the nickname. “Tell mom I called, will ya?”
“Of course. Love you, dufus.”
“Love you too.” You said, hanging up and putting your phone away. Yelena walked over to you.
“Hi, dorogoy,” She said, kissing your forehead. You fought your body's natural reaction to flinch away. “Have you ordered?” You shook your head.
“Not yet. I was on the phone with Lila.” Yelena frowned and cupped your face with her hands. You helped your breath as she whipped away your tears.
“You’ve been crying. What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Just miss Lila.” You lied. You’ve been lying to Yelena, your parents, and your friends for months.
“Let’s plan a trip to see them, okay? I have some free time coming up.” You nodded. Yelena let your face go, walking over to the counter. You let out a shaky breath and slumped back into the chair. With shaky hands, you took a sip of water and began to breathe like your therapist taught you; in for 5, out for 5, out for 5. The rush of anxiety passed as you looked over to Yelena. She was talking with the cashier. Yelena must have said something funny because the young girl threw her head back, laughing. His words echoed in your head like a mantra - ‘How long till she leaves? How long till she realizes you are nothing?’ His voice, his face, everything about that man with a scar had been haunting your dreams. You closed your eyes and thought about your session today.
*
Sam was the one that found your therapist that specializes in PTSD, trauma, and depression. Your only condition was they had to be female, preferable someone without an accent. Her name was Dr. Fiona Gomez and you liked her. She asked the tough questions, she knew when you were holding back the truth, and knew when you needed a break. You liked her but hated her. She made you remember and face everything, even though you wanted to repress and move on. That wasn’t Dr. Gomez’s plan.
Your feet were tucked underneath you as you sat on the couch. You were coloring in a Disney coloring book. Dr. Gomez discovered early on that coloring helped you process your trauma. She sat down next to you, glancing at the picture. It was from the Lion King. You made it your mission to show Yelena all the Disney movies without a hidden Red Room message. The Lion King was one of her favorites. “It looks good.” Dr. Gomez said. You smiled, looking down at your work. It was a picture of Simba, Pumbaa, and Timon walking across the fallen tree with the waterfall in the background. “Are you ready to continue?” She asked. You nodded, sighing. “You last left off with Yelena telling you her experience with the blip.” You began to color again. “What happened next?” You didn’t answer right away, which was normal. Dr. Gomez sat and waited. You chose the colors for the waterfall and focused on that.
“I’m not sure how much time passed.” You began. “But one of his men brought us food. It was becoming routine at this point. He came to me first and before I could eat, he fell over. Yelena stood behind him, a knife in her hand and his blood all over her.”
“She escaped.” You nodded. “How?”
“The doctor. She gave Yelena a knife and a bobby pin.” You slowed down with your coloring.
“Why do you feel guilty?” She asked. You huffed, she always seemed to be able to read your mind. It was rather annoying.
“It was my first time being that close to death.” You sighed. “I was there when Thanos attacked the Avengers a 2nd time but this felt different, more intimate.” You stopped, clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth. “I feel guilty.” You said slowly. “That he died and it’s conflicting because Yelena didn’t have a choice and he was bad. But she did it without hesitation and-”
“That scared you?” You nodded, you felt the couch move as weight shifted. You heard the water jug as Dr. Gomez filled a glass. She came back and held the glass out for you. You took the glass with a smile. The cool water soothed your throat.
“Not in the moment,” You said, placing the glass on the side table. “But sometimes my nightmares have that image, Yelena covered in blood.” You shook your head. “But she did it to save us.”
“It doesn’t make it easier telling yourself that, does it?” You shook your head. “It’s okay to feel guilt over the loss of human life regardless if they were ‘good’ or ‘bad’.” She added the quotations around the words. “That means your conscience is working.”
“Well, I wish my conscience would let me sleep.” You mumbled. She laughed. “But Yelena doesn't seem to be affected by it. When we left that building I saw so many bodies.” Dr. Gomez sighed.
“I can’t speak for Yelena but maybe she is dealing with it in her own way. Have you talked to her about this?” You didn’t answer that. You kept all of your nightmares, anxiety, and fears to yourself well minus Dr. Gomez. “What happened next?” She asked, changing the direction of the conversation.
“She broke me free and tried to get me to stand but I was too injured so I told her to leave me because I would have slowed her down.” You saw the doctor nod her head, prompting you to continue. “She gave me a gun and told me to shoot anyone that came in and took off. I sat there and then the alarm went off. I watched men run across the door but they weren’t worried about me, Yelena was their target.”
“That must have been terrifying not knowing if Yelena was going to be okay or if she could get help.” You nodded.
“Then he appeared,” You didn’t refer him to Scarman anymore. Dr. Gomez said by giving him a nickname gave him more power over you. You knew Natasha and the other Avengers discovered his identity but you refused to know his name. So in therapy he was reduced to his pronouns or the man - reducing the power he had over you. “And I didn’t shoot him, I couldn’t,” You squeezed the crayon you were using. “He began to taunt me that I was the reason we got captured because I made Yelena weak.” Your vision began to come blurry. “He said that my own father didn’t want me and that it was my fault we had to move.” You put more pressure on the crayon. “He asked me how long till Yelena realizes I’m nothing.” Your mind transported you back to that day. The feeling of his hands on you as he held the gun to his head. He was so close you could feel his breath on you. “How long till she leaves me?” You snapped the crayon in half. You blinked slowly. “Sorry.” You mumbled.
“Where are you right now?” She asked. You looked around the room, it was blurring together the cell and her office. If you looked hard enough you swore you saw Yelena in the corner, handcuffed to the wall, blood covering her blue scrubs, a gun to her -. “Y/n.” Dr. Gomez’s voice cut through the fog. You shook your head, you were sitting on the ground Dr. Gomez kneeling in front of you. When the hell did you get there? “You are safe.” Safe? You weren’t safe. “He can’t hurt you.” Of course he can. Every night he’s in my dreams; hurting me, hurting Yelena, hurting everyone I love. He’s made me afraid of my own girlfriend, you thought. “You are here in New York City.” Right. You were in New York where you lived. You nodded.
“I’m here.” You said. “I’m here.” Dr. Gomez smiled, holding out her hand. You took it and she helped you stand up.
“That was a record time of coming out of a flashback. You are improving.” You nodded, sitting back down on the couch. You went back to coloring as Dr. Gomez began to talk but you were barely listening.
*
“Dorogoy,” You snapped out of it to the sound of Yelena’s voice. She placed the two trays of food on the table and sat down. “Are you alright?” You nodded.
“Yeah, sorry.” You gave her a smile, and fished through your bag. You handed her the picture you colored. “Here for you.” She took it with a smile.
“I love it. We need to watch it again.”
“There is a sequel and a 1.5.” Yelena folded up the picture and put it in her wallet.
“We decided Disney can’t do sequels. Do you remember Mulan 2?” You giggled, unwrapping her sandwich. “How was therapy?” She asked. You sighed, taking a sip of your coffee. She got your order perfect.
“Hard.” She nodded, not asking more questions. “How was work?” As soon as Yelena returned to the states, she decided to follow in her sister’s footsteps and became an Avenger. She opted out of therapy and threw herself into her work. The last you heard she was working with Kate, Natasha, and Sam trying to track down the group that dreamed of recreating the Red Room.
“Not many leads but we are hopeful that Melina can put pressure on some old colleagues.”
“Any leads on the doctor?” She was the only one that you cared about in the operation. Yelena shook her head.
“It’s like she disappeared.” She laughed. “Sometimes I wonder if we imagined her.” You took a bite of your sandwich instead of answering. Yelena’s phone rang and she rolled her eyes at the sound. You smiled. “Hi poser.” Yelena winked at you. You tried to hide your laughter. It was one of your favorite stories of Yelena and Natasha’s time taking down the Red Room. “I’m with Y/n like I told you. Say hi.” Yelena took the phone away from her ear.
“Hi Nat.” You called out. Yelena put the phone back to her ear before you could hear what your godmother said.
“She says hi.” Yelena said. “And that you need to call and visit more.” You rolled your eyes as Yelena went back to listening to whatever her sister was saying. She sighed. “Alright, I’ll be back soon.” She hung up, giving you an apologetic look.
“Go,” You said, waving your hand. “Go be a superhero.” You knew this was going to be a thing as soon as Yelena wanted to be an Avenger. Canceled dates. Coming home late. The constant worry if she was going to be okay. You saw it with your own parents. Yelena wrapped up her food.
“I’ll make it up to you.” You knew she would and you couldn't help but feel guilty. “I’ll see you at home.” She kissed you softly.
“Bye Lena. Be safe.”
“Always.” She kissed your forehead and left the café. You sighed, gathering your barely eaten sandwich and throwing it out in the nearby trash. You put your bag over your shoulder and put your headphones on for the walk home. What is a home? Is it a place where you should feel safe and loved? A place where all the bad stuff would disappear when you walked through that door. But the bad stuff wasn’t disappearing.
You whipped away a tear. Dr. Gomez gave you homework by your next session you needed to sit down and talk with Yelena. But you didn’t know how to do that. How do you tell someone that you love that you're scared of them because of something you told them to do? How do you ask someone how they are okay with everything that happened? How did they move on when you couldn’t? You sighed, finishing your coffee and throwing it in the garbage. How do you tell someone that you wished you died in that cell so you didn’t have to deal with the aftermath. You looked up at the sun, feeling the rays warm you. A part of you did die in there and you wondered if you were ever going to be the same without it.
*
It was late. Yelena didn’t mean to stay at the tower that long but she got caught up in what Natasha asked her to work on. They actually had a solid lead on the group that kidnapped you and her. She rested her head on the door of your apartment. She technically still owned an apartment with Kate but she was always over at yours. Yelena was lying to herself being at the tower was easier. There she was an Avenger, the White Widow (as Tony was trying to promote), and not reminded of what happened. She finished what Natasha asked her to work on about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. But she stayed because it was easier than being around you. Every time she looked at you she heard your screams. She saw that man hurt you. Natasha said that he was locked away in the Raft, unable to hurt you or her again. But sometimes Yelena wished for his death. Her dreams showed her how she would do it and that scared her even more. She was fine. It was the mantra she kept repeating to herself. She was fine. You were fine.
She opened up the door to your apartment and was met with the sight of her American Akita already at the door, glaring at her. Fanny has the most human expressions for a dog, so Yelena knew Fanny was upset with her. Yelena rolled her eyes, closed the door, and locked it. She would check the lock three more times. She would check the lock three more times before going to bed. “Don’t give me that look.” She said. Fanny glared at her owner before moving into the living room. Yelena was close behind and smiled at the site in front of her. Fanny was curled up next to you while you slept. Her head was resting on your stomach as your arms rested above her head. Yelena noticed your cheeks were blotchy and a few crumpled tissues covered the table. You’ve been crying. The Russian frowned. She whistled softly and Fanny moved. Carefully, she picked you up in your arms. You whined. “Sh, moya lyubov’” Yelena whispered. “Go back to sleep.” She opened the bedroom door and pulled back the blankets, laying you gently down. Yelena covered you with blankets and watched you snuggle deeper into the pillow. It was a site that should have brought a smile to the Black Widow’s face but Yelena found herself frowning. She wished it was always like this. Peaceful. There was no fear on your face. Yelena blamed herself for what happened to you.
With a sigh, she went through her night time return. Check the locks on the windows and door. Make sure the weapons around the apartment were loaded. Check the locks. Pour herself a drink, she liked to make a mix drink but tonight was straight vodka. Check the locks one more time before heading to change into clothes to sleep in. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and braided her hair. Yelena returned to the bedroom. You were still asleep. She wondered if you took one of the sleeping pills Dr. Gomez prescribed to you. The past 2 months the smallest nose would wake you up. Yelena climbed into bed next to you. You shifted slightly in your sleep and wrapped your arms around Yelena, pulling her close. She closed her eyes and inhaled your scent, savoring this moment. The way your naturally high body temperature warmed her. She savored this feeling because you were so deep in sleep you didn’t flinch away from her. A shaky breath left Yelena’s lips and squeezed her eyes tighter. Everything was fine. You were fine and safe. She was fine. The more she acted like it the more true it would become.
*
You woke up with a gasp. Your heart was pumping, thudding in your chest. You felt extremely claustrophobic and a thin layer of sweat covered your body. The Akita was at your side pressing her cold nose into your hand. It grounded you. You were in your bedroom. The back of your girlfriend pressed to your side. She must have moved you when she came home. Damn, you thought, those sleeping pills knocked+ me on my ass. The pills helped you sleep but they didn’t stop your mind from teleporting you back to that cell. You slowly got up, careful not to wake the Black Widow, and slipped out of your bedroom; Fanny at your heels. You walked to the kitchen to begin your post nightmare routine. It started with boiling some water, grabbing a mug that your brothers got for you, and a tea of your choice. Maybe some chocolate but you found Yelena’s bottle of vodka sitting on the counter.
“Fuck it.” You mumbled, grabbing a glass and a bottle of OJ from the fridge. You made yourself a screwdriver, unable to drink vodka straight. It was an impressive sight to watch Yelena and Natasha knock back shots of it. You downed your first drink and made a second. Fanny whined pushing her head onto your leg. Your hand found her head without looking, petting the soft fur. “I’m okay, sweet girl. I’m okay.” You weren’t but the more you said it would be right the truth. Right? Deep down you were tired. You were so incredibly tired that you felt it in your bones. You just wanted one night. One night where you slept without a nightmare. Even though your drink of choice changed you wanted to keep to your routine which meant you needed to return to bed before the Russian noticed your absence. You sighed, pouring more vodka into your class, the bottle of orange juice was empty, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
A foreign emotion started to rush through your veins as you slammed back your drink. Anger. Why did this happen to you? Why couldn’t this happen to anyone else? You were angry at Yelena and Natasha for taking down the Red Room even though you knew it was the right thing to do. You were angry at your father for becoming an Avenger and a SHIELD agent because he created enemies all over the world. Gods, you were so angry for having to pretend to be okay.
“Y/n,” You didn’t turn around as Yelena called out your name. “Malysh.” You didn’t answer again. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet apartment as she walked over to you. Arms circled around your waist and you flinched. Yelena froze, removing her arms. “You flinched.” She didn’t say it as a question, more as an observation. But you needed to defend yourself. You spun around to face her girlfriend. Her green eyes laced with sleep.
“I didn’t flinch.” Liar. It was a mix of exhaustion and vodka that you failed to mask your body’s reaction.
“Yes you did. Now you are lying. You’ve been lying to me for months.”
“What-what do you mean?” You asked. Your throat and lips became very dry all of the sudden.
“You’ve been trying to not flinch every time I touch you for months.” Fuck. You needed another drink to deal with this conversation. Wait? She knew. She knew and said nothing.
“Why didn’t you say something if you knew?” You asked. Yelena crossed her arms against her chest.
“Why didn’t you say something?” You huffed, rolling your eyes. Classic Black Widow, deflecting a question with another question. You’ve seen this tactic done with Natasha and your father. It was a tactic they used to protect themselves.
“I didn’t say anything because I feel guilty.” You stood up, stumbling slightly. Yelena made no move to help you. “I am angry for what he did to me and to you. I am angry because-” You let the words die on your lips. The Black Widow wasn’t startled by your sudden outburst. She kept a neutral expression on her face.
“Say it.” She said. You didn’t. “Finish your sentence.” You couldn’t. “Tell me.” She yelled. You flinched slightly.
“I am angry for what you did to me.” Your confession silenced the apartment even Fanny stopped her whining. “There are you happy, Yelena. Do you know how exhausting it is to pretend I’m okay for the sake of everyone around me? The guilt I feel because I told you to hit me but my fucked up brain decides to make me scared of you and every little thing.” Her expression didn’t falter and that made you angry. You could see walls that you worked so hard to get through being formed again.
“Why not say something?”
“Because you act like everything is fine so I thought that’s how you are coping with it. Who am I to mess with that?” You said. “So I played the part of the non-traumatized girlfriend.”
“We need to move on. They can’t hurt us anymore.” Move on? Move on? You clenched your jaw.
“Move you?” You questioned. A part of you knew it was the alcohol in your system that gave you a new wave of confidence to finally speak your mind. “I can’t move on. I’m not like you, Yelena. He’s still in my nightmares. He still hurts me.” You pointed to your chest. You felt tears forming at the corner of your eyes. “I’m breakin’ while you fall asleep. I’m still haunted by the memories and I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece.” You pushed away a few tears that fell. “I’ve been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind.” Yelena was looking at her feet. You could see that she was squeezing herself tighter, hugging herself. “Are you going to say anything?” You asked. It was a plea.
“I really don’t know what else to say.” She looked up at you. “I think I’m going to go back to my apartment for a few days.” Your stomach dropped.
“I-I don’t want you to leave.” You whispered. You didn’t. You wanted her to stay and work on fixing this. She nodded.
“I think it would be for the best.” She walked to the door, putting on her shoes.
“Don’t walk away from me.” You said, following her to the door. Yelena stopped, her back to you, and her hand on the door.
“What do you want from me?” She asked, not looking at you. The silence between you two was deafening. It wasn't the comfortable silence you learned to love.
“I want you to talk to me. I-I want to be able to talk to you without the fear of you running away. I want to know what’s going on in your head.” You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “I want you.” She slowly turned back to face you. She took a few steps towards you to close the distance.
“What if I’m someone you don’t need anymore?” She raised her hand, placing a piece of hair behind your ear, and you flinched. Finally, a sea of emotions passed through her green eyes. She put her hand down. “I knew you were hurting while I’m sound asleep.” She whispered. “Little did you know all my mistakes are slowly drowning me.” She grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. She quickly dropped your hand and left your apartment. It was quiet, far too quiet. You fell to your knees and Fanny ran over to you, you buried your face in her fur as tears began to fall. Your sobs were muffled but they echoed in the quiet apartment.
*
Yelena listened to your cries through the door. Her back resting on it. Her own tears threaten to fall from her eyes. Every word she wanted to say was trapped in her throat. She wanted to tell you that you didn’t need to be afraid, that she loves you until the sun dies. But she didn’t. She wasn’t even sure if those words were the truth or a desperate admit to save the relationship. She pushed off the door and began the walk to her apartment. She would get her stuff another day.
*
Tuesday
You went the whole weekend without a word from Yelena. Kate texted you multiple times to figure out what happened but you ignored the archer. Even Natasha tried to call but you sent her to voicemail. After therapy you went straight home, not bothering to stop at the café. You opened the door and silence welcomed you. Not even the jingle of Fanny’s collar. You saw a piece of paper sitting on your counter and you picked it up, recognizing the handwriting of the Black Widow.
‘Y/n, I got called away on a mission and I’m not sure how long I will be. I took the liberty of removing my things from your apartment.’ You looked around the living room. Her shoes were gone. A blanket from Melina that was used for movie night, gone. A few cooking utensils she brought from her apartment, all gone. You didn’t realize all of her belongings she added made it feel more like home. You saw the spar key you gave her right before the trip, the letter must have been covering it. You went back to the letter, tears blurring your vision. ‘I think this time apart will do us some good and hopefully we’ll come out of this stronger. I am sorry for what I did to you, I didn’t say that enough. Our relationship was one of the best things to happen to me. So thank you for showing me the light’ - Yelena.
You were full on crying. You pushed the letter away from you and blindly reached for your phone. You called Yelena, each time it went straight to voicemail. You didn’t bother to leave one. You dialed your home phone number from memory. You tried to stop the tears but they kept falling. Everything hurt. It was a pain you didn’t want. “Hello.” Your father’s voice caused a sob to escape. “Chip, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“I-” you cried again.
“Hey, hey, sh.” He soothed. “Breath for me. In and out. In and out.” You mimicked the way he was breathing and your sobs turned into hiccups. “There you go. What’s wrong?”
“Can I come home? I want to come home.”
“Of course chip. You never have to ask.” You nodded.
“Can you and mom come and get me?” You knew he was wondering about Yelena but you prayed to the gods he wouldn’t ask.
“Yeah, we’ll head that way right now.” A small bear of silence passed between you two. “Are you okay? I can stay on the phone with you or I can call Nat.”
“No, I'm okay.” You let out a shaky breath. “I have to pack.”
“Okay, I’ll call you when we are in the city. I love you, chip.” More tears swelled in your eyes.
“I love you too, P-Man.” You hung up the phone and picked up Yelena’s key. You squeezed it hard in your hand, the ridges dug into your palm. A headache was forming and you knew you were dehydrated from your tears. You cradled the key to your chest and fell to the ground. You wished you kept your mouth shut that Thursday night. You wished you continued to play the part.
‘How long till she leaves you?’ His voice mocked. ‘How long till she realizes you are nothing?’
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Sorry about this one. Don’t worry this isn’t the ending for Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
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Chapter 1 - An Old Friend Emerges
Count Down to Christmas / The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
Summary: It was supposed to be a nice family vacation in New York City. But when you turn on the TV to see the name of the man that stole your father from you for 5 years, you remember things aren’t simple for your family.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning: Angst, Clint and Reader have issues they need to talk about lol, Canon style violence,
New York City
You were exhausted as you opened the hotel door and kicked off your boots. New York City has been the place you’ve called home more than half your life. But the city during Christmas time was an absolute nightmare. This trip was your mom’s idea; for you, your siblings, and Clint to spend time together. It has been a crazy few years. With the Blip taking 5 years away from every member of your family in some aspect and you disappearing for the better part of 2024 to finish your education and figure out what the hell was next. The trip wasn’t bad. The dinner was good and the musical was weird, a little inaccurate. Now all you wanted to do was sleep. You flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. “It’s a little late for TV, guys. I’ve gotta pack.” You ignored him as Cooper and Lila sat on either side of you. It was on the local news. You turned up the volume as breaking news flashed across the bottom of the screen.
“We are following a breaking news story. A high society gala was rocked by an explosion when it went off at Park Avenue and 68th Street tonight.” The news changed to NYPD cars in front of the Gala. “The cause of the explosion is still under investigation. But witnesses captured cell phone footage of a masked assailant fleeing the scene.” You rolled your eyes, everyone in this damn city wanted to be a superhero. Lila laughed next to you. The TV changed to a horrible quality cell phone footage.
“Check it out,” Lila said. “A ninja saved a dog.” Clint finally looked up at the TV. It wasn’t a ninja. Your blood turned to ice as you watched the masked individual run through traffic after a golden retriever.
“Authorities believe the assailant could be the Ronin…” It froze on a still frame of the Ronin outfit. The world around you went quiet. The news caster’s voice and your siblings talking became white noise. You looked at your father who finally looked away from the TV and at you. Yeah, it was going to be an interesting Christmas.
*
You waited. It was only a matter of time before he snuck out of his room after everyone went to bed. You sipped on a glass of water, lost in your thoughts. Ronin. It was a name you tried not to think about for the past few months. Ronin. The name of the man your father became to deal with the Blip. Ronin. Ronin. Ronin. The door of Clint’s room opened and closed quietly. “Off to play hero.” You said as he rounded the corner. He didn’t even seem surprised to see you.
“You should be in bed.” He said. You shook your head, finishing the last of your water.
“I’m coming with you.” He stared at you as you stood up to put on your jacket.
“Are you out of your mind?” He asked. You put your finger to your lips reminding him to keep his voice down so he didn’t wake the others. “You need to stay here where it’s safe.”
“Oh now you care about my safety.” You bite back. You took a step closer to him. “The Ronin stole you from me for 5 years and now someone is wearing that stupid costume to bring him back. I deserve to see this through.” He didn’t say anything. “Besides, someone has to watch your six, old man. You aren’t as agile as you once were.” You joked, a teasing smile dancing on your lips. Clint’s jaw clenched.
“Fine but if your mother asks about this you will have to deal with her on your own.” You wanted to come back with, you’ve been doing stuff on your own since you were 17 but now didn’t seem like the time to hash out differences. You smiled.
“Something tells me she may be on my side with this one.” You said, opening the door. “Shall we?”
*
Clint didn’t have a plan. He determined the best place to start was the gala and follow the trail of violence. The Ronin made a lot of enemies over the years and the news of his return was going to spark every mob, gangster, and bounty hunter to look for him. Great , you thought as you flew over the streets of New York City. You didn’t use your abilities often and when you did it was in the case of making someone smile or laugh not fighting. During the Battle of New York when your father went MIA, you used it a lot to distract Cooper and Lila so they wouldn’t worry. You noticed a fight break out on one of the side streets. You flew back down and changed back as you landed next to Clint. “There is a fight over there.” You said. You both took off in that direction.
“Don’t do anything dangerous.” You rolled your eyes. You fought against Thanos, taking on some street thugs was going to be a piece of cake. Three men in red track suits were circling the car. “Take out the one on the hood and I’ll get the other 2.” He ordered. You nodded, breaking out into a sprint. By the time you were at the back of the car, you turned into a German Shepherd. You jumped on the hood of the car and threw yourself at the man. He landed on the street with a hard smack. You bared your teeth at him to deter him from standing up but he pushed you off. Clint joined you in the front of the car, you were surrounded by the 3 men. “I thought I said to take care of him.” He said. You barked at him saying, ‘I could say the same thing to you. ’ It happened in a flash, the man in front of you charged forward. Screw this. You changed back into your normal self. The man was startled by the change in your appearance. It was all you needed. You punched him in the face and he stumbled backwards. You grabbed onto his shoulders and kneed him in the nose. He fell to the ground, holding onto his face as blood covered his hand. You faced your father, his two guys were slumped on the ground in equal levels of pain. He opened the door of the car and dragged the ‘Ronin’ out and down a nearby alley.
“Hey wait up.” You called out. The masked assailant struggled against your father’s hold. He pushed them up against the wall and ripped off the mask. Your jaw dropped. Tonight was full of surprises. You were not expecting to see a young brunette girl underneath the mask.
“Come on,” Clint said, taking a step back.
“You’re…you’re Hawkeye.” You smiled at the shocked look on the girl’s face.
“And who the hell are you?” He asked. Instead of answering, her eyes left your father and landed on you.
“Are you a dog that turns into a human?” She asked. You laughed.
“More like a human that turns into other animals.” You clarified. The girl looked familiar to you, you just couldn’t place it. Her eyes got wider. “Since you know him, I’m Y/n. His kid.” You were pretty sure the girl was going to faint. Yup, it was going to be a very interesting Christmas.
*
Saint Petersburg, Russia
Natasha was sitting on her bed looking down at her phone. Her and Wanda were spending some time with Alexei and Melina before leaving for Iowa to spend Christmas with the Bartons. For a little more than a year, she stayed out of the public eye to heal from her short trip with death. It was relaxing, eyes opening, and healing. But she was seeing rumors that she was actually dead and that Steve was on the moon (she didn’t understand that one). “Are you all packed, Natalia?” Melina asked, opening the door. Natasha put her phone in her pocket.
“Yes, where’s Wanda?” She asked. The older Russian sighed.
“In the kitchen with Alexei. She’s teaching him how to make chicken paprikash.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “When will you be back?” Natasha noticed a change in Melina’s behavior since she told her adoptive mother the story on how they brought everyone back. She was clingy, if that was even a world one could use to describe a Black Widow.
“Probably not till the new year,” Melina nodded. “Mama,” Natasha said slowly. The name was still something she was getting used to calling the older Black Widow. “Have you heard from Yelena?”
“Just check in from her to let me know she’s safe.” Natasha nodded. “She’ll come around.” Melina kissed Natasha on the forehead and left. She wasn’t so sure about that. The redhead took her phone out and stared at the call log from her sister. It was all Natasha called her, every call got sent straight to voicemail. She didn’t even know if Yelena was listening or deleting them. Natasha used some of her remaining contacts and found out that her sister was working for Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, which wasn’t great. She sighed and was transported back to that day she came back.
*
2023
“Natasha.” You said. Your eyes were wide and the color drained from your face. Natasha didn’t feel much better. Her stomach was still doing somersaults and her body ached as if she got hit by a truck. Well in her case, a very hard ground. She stepped off the platform with the help of Steve. She feared her legs were going to give out. As her feet the grass you took a step back. “He said it couldn’t be undone. I don’t understand. How is she here?” You asked, looking at the super soldier.
“When I returned the soul stone, the soul stone gave us something back.” Natasha sat down on the platform, the world around her was beginning to spin.
“What’s going on?” Clint asked. The commotion was drawing a small crowd. Bruce was at her side checking over her as Clint gasped. “That’s impossible.” You spun around to see the shocked faces of your father, mom, and siblings. You took a tentative step forward, kneeling before the Black Widow. Natasha smiled.
“Hey malen'kiy yastreb (little hawk).” Her throat was killing her. She desperately needed water. You pulled her into a tight hug. Natasha held back the pained whimper that threatened to escape. But she didn’t care. Your arms wrapped around her, grounded her.
“Don’t do that to me.” You said. You pulled out of the hug but kept her in arms distance. Natasha watched the tears fall from your eyes. “I’m so mad at you. You can’t do that to me, Nat. You can’t leave me, okay?” Natasha nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered, whipping away your tears. “I’m right here.” She couldn’t promise you anything because her life was full of uncertainties. But you accepted her answer and took a step back to allow the rest of your family to give them a chance to say hello. Clint was last and when his wife stepped away he lifted Natasha off the ground from his hug.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Even through her tech suit, Natasha felt his tears. “I’m so fucking sorry.” The Black Widow closed her eyes, feeling her own eyes swell up with tears.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I told you it was okay.” She ignored the pain in her body as she squeezed the man who was the closest thing she had to a brother. She opened her eyes and looked over his shoulder as Wanda and Yelena came over to join the group. Natasha let go of Clint and stared at her girlfriend and sister. 5 years. 5 long fucking years, she waited and dreamed of this moment. Wanda was the first to move. She closed the distance between her and the Black Widow and cupped Natasha’s face in her hands.
“You're real, right?” Wanda asked. Her voice was soft. “You're not in my head.” Natasha nodded.
“I’m real, dorogoy. I’m here.” Wanda sobbed, bringing their lips together. The kiss was soft and salty from her tears but Natasha cherished it. She missed the feeling of her girlfriend’s lips against hers. The Black Widow ended the kiss and looked at her sister. Her expression was unreadable. “Yelena.” Natasha said. The blonde shook her head and walked away.
*
That was the last time Natasha saw her sister. You filled her in on the week she missed while she was ‘dead’ and how much her death affected Yelena. The blonde stopped talking to everyone that had to do with the Avengers, she even ignored calls from you. Natasha dialed her number. It rang once and went straight to voicemail. “Hey sestra,” Natasha said. “I know I’m the last person you want to talk to but,” she sighed. “I miss you. Wanda and I are going to Iowa to spend Christmas there and I’d love to see you there. I know I’m not the only one.” She paused. “Me and you, sestra. No one will get between us, okay? Take care of yourself and call me back, please.” She hung up the phone and hit the device against her leg.
“Are you ready to go?” Wanda’s voice called out. She looked around the small room with a sigh.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
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Brother (Sister) by Madds Buckley
Masterlist for The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
Summary: After the Accords have been repealed and all the active Avengers have returned to the compound, Natasha invites Yelena to the New York to meet the team. It goes well besides Tony making a small remark and it leads the two Black Widows to have an important conversation. OR how Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova meet!
Warning: angst, mention of the Red Room, weapons
Word Count: 3.9 k
“Don’t be nervous.” Natasha said.
“I’m not nervous.” Yelena bite back. She rolled her eyes at her sister as they got closer to the compound. With a glance behind her, she watched as Yelena began to play with the rings on her fingers.
“You're nervous.”
“Suka (bitch).” She mumbled. Natasha smiled and placed the Quinjet on autopilot. She stood up and sat in front of her sister. The Black Widow was nervous herself. The last time she was with everyone, the Accords were repealed and bridges that were burned had to be rebuilt. Yelena had some down time from saving the remaining Widows under Dreyok’s control and Natasha invited her to Upstate New York. She took the Quinjet back to Melina’s farm and picked up her sister. “Am I going to meet your girlfriend you wouldn’t shut up about?” Natasha blushed which caused the younger Black Widow to laugh.
“We aren’t talking currently.” She said, crossing her arms against her chest. It wasn't a lack of trying on the Russian’s part. She’s tried to explain to Wanda her reasoning for signing the Accords, she desperately wanted to keep her family together. Instead, a massive fight occurred in Germany then herself and Steve were on the run, Bucky in Wakanda, and Clint, Sam, Wanda, and Scott were thrown in the RAFT. It wasn’t her finest moment.
“Oh.” Yelena said, standing up to look out the window. “Who is that?” Natasha stood up and walked over to the window. The Quinjet was descending towards the landing pad. Natasha smiled.
“Y/n.” She told her sister. “She’s Clint Barton’s eldest daughter.” Yelena nodded. The last time you were at the compound was when Ross presented them the Accords. The look on your face when you learned that Natasha was going to sign them would haunt her forever. Natasha’s nerves were on high alert, anxiety was making a home in the pit of her stomach. Yelena looked over her shoulder to stare at her sister.
“You look like you are going to throw up,” Natasha rolled her eyes and went back to take control of the Quinjet. “I’m not here to judge but I just bought these shoes.” Natasha shook her head and landed. She did her post flight shut down and began to lower the ramp. Yelena was already standing up with her duffle bag over her shoulder. As the ramp fully went down, you were already at the bottom of it, arms crossed and an unreadable expression on your face. You left for your family’s farm after the news of your father’s arrest.
“What did you do to piss her off?” Yelena mumbled. Natasha sighed.
“Long story.” Natasha descended the ramp with Yelena close behind her. Finally she stood in front of you. She noticed Yelena shifting awkwardly.
“I saw those punches you threw at my dad.” You said simply. Natasha grimaced. She was pulling her punches but still it didn’t look good. She waited for you to yell or to be made at her but soon a smile crept to your face. “Next time don’t pull your punches.” You said, pulling her into a hug.
*
You felt the Black Widow tense in your arms but soon she hugged you back. You knew you had every right to be angry with her. She agreed to a document that would treat you and other people with gifts to be monitored by the government, an infringement on your civil liberties. A part of you was upset, angry even but another part knew why she did it. The Avengers were her family. You pulled out of the hug and looked at your godmother. “I like the hair.” The Russian was no longer a redhead, her hair was cut short and it was blonde.
“I was a fugitive for a while.”
“She just wanted to be more like me.” You looked at the other blonde. Her voice thick with a Russian accent and green eyes were looking at her. You knew who she was right away, living off stories Natasha told you about her other family in Ohio.
“Yelena, right?” You questioned. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise.
“You know who I am?” She questioned. You nodded.
“Of course, she told me all about you.” You said, looking back at Natasha. “Reuniting with your long lost family I see. What have you been up to?” You asked. You saw the news of Ross almost arresting Natasha in the middle of what looked like a war zone. Natasha sighed.
“A lot.” You cringed, seeing how tired she was. “I want her to meet everyone then we’ll catch up.” You nodded, glancing back at Yelena.
“They are a group of characters.” You said, trying to ease her nerves. “Most of them are harmless.”
*
You not hating her relieved some stress that Natasha didn’t know she was carrying in her body. She just needed the rest of the day to go well. Steve called her on her way back to New York to inform her of who was there. The compound had few people. Clint retired back to Iowa and Scott returned home to California. Right now Tony, Vision, Rhodey, Wanda, and Steve were the ones at the compound. Sam was in Wakanda visiting Bucky and would be returning in a few days. Bruce and Thor were MIA so the compound was calmer but the Black Widow was still on edge. She followed behind as Yelena walked next to you as you explained the different aspects of the compound including the AI system. Natasha smiled at the sight. If anyone was going to help Yelena transition into a normal life it was going to be you. You were a Barton after all, it was engraved in your DNA. You lead into the common area. Immediately, Natasha locked eyes with Sokovian in the kitchen. Wanda clenched her jaw, she picked up the bowl she was eating out, and left the kitchen. Natasha heard you sigh. “Yeah, I’m working on it.” You said, looking at the Black Widow. “It’s slow going.” Natasha was extremely grateful for you. You smiled and walked into the kitchen.
“Are you going to introduce us, Rushman?” Tony asked. Natasha was in her own world that she didn’t notice the others in the room. She needed to get her head on straight. Tony and Rhodey were sitting on the couch looking over a tablet and Steve was sitting by the window with a sketchbook in his hands.
“Guys, this is my sister Yelena. Yelena met Tony, Rhodey, and Steve.” Her sister gave a tentative wave to the three.
“Good genes must run in the family.” Tony flirted. Before Natasha could put Tony in his place, Yelena rolled her eyes.
“You are not really my type, Tony Stark.” She said.
“Oh, what is your type?” Tony countered.
“Woman.” Natasha heard you laugh in the kitchen. Rhodey slapped the billionaire on the back of the head.
“Ignore him, he doesn’t think before he speaks.” Tony rubbed the back of his head.
“I don’t think he thinks at all.” You said. Natasha laughed as Tony’s jaw dropped.
“When did this become an attack on Tony?” He asked.
“The moment you opened up your mouth and said something stupid.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s going to stay in the empty room next to mine.” Tony nodded and went back to showing Rhodey the tablet. Yelena walked over to Steve with Natasha close behind. He looked up from his sketchbook.
“You are Captain America, yes?” Yelena asked. Steve slowly nodded. She turned to look at Natasha. “Alekseyu nikak ne pobedit' etogo cheloveka (There is no way Alexei won against this man)” Natasha chuckled as Steve raised his eyebrows at the language change.
“V yego snakh mozhet byt' (In his dreams maybe)” Yelena chuckled.
“So Yelena,” Tony said. Natasha had a bad feeling of what was going to come out of his mouth. Yelena threw her bag on the ground and sat in the empty chair. “Why was Romanoff keeping you a secret for so long?” He asked, without looking up. To Natasha’s surprise, Yelena smiled.
“Because she was afraid you guys were going to find out I’m the better Black Widow.” Natasha rolled her eyes as the guys laughed at Yelena’s jab. The conversation flowed easily as everyone got to know Yelena, even Vision came down to meet the young Black Widow. You stayed in the kitchen observing the conversation, you seemed worried. Natasha caught your eyes and sent you a questionable look but you gave her a smile and shook your head. You walked into the common area with a pitcher of lemonade and cups and sat down in an empty chair. It was nice, Natasha thought, as both of her families were coming together.
*
Something was wrong. On paper it looked like nothing was bothering Yelena but Natasha knew her sister. She may have not seen her for years but some traits don’t disappear. To everyone, Yelena was fitting in just fine. She joked with Sam, drank with Tony, and trained with Steve when he returned after a visit with Bucky. Hell, Natasha caught Yelena cooking in the kitchen with Wanda. Natasha’s heart hurt every time she thought about the Solovian. But she could only deal with one thing at a time and her sister was at the forefront of her mind. When Yelena was with the others, if she thought no one was looking, she would get this far off look into her eyes as if she was trying so hard to keep herself grounded to the present. Natasha sighed, running her hands through her hair as she walked down to the pond that sat on the compound’s property. The AI told her that you were out here reading by the water’s edge. Natasha needed to talk to someone about Yelena that had been spending time with her and that would actually speak to her, you checked all those boxes.
You were laying on a beach towel on your stomach with a book in your hands. As the Black Widow got closer, she watched as your phone rang. You glanced at it with a groan and sent the call to voicemail. Natasha saw it was Clint that was calling. “Not gonna get that, malen’kiy yastreb (little hawk).” You looked over your shoulder and shook your head.
“He wants me to come back home,” Natasha nodded, sitting down next to you. “I’m not ready to go back to the farm.”
“I’m guessing you told him that.” You didn’t have to answer for Natasha to know the answer, yes you did and he didn’t take it well. You shrugged and sat up.
“I’m guessing you wanted to talk about something else.” You never vented to Natasha about the difficult situation your parents put you in. “Is it about Yelena or Wanda?” Natasha said, leaning back on the palm of her hands and looked up at the sky.
“Yelena,” You waited for the Black Widow to continue. “Has she said anything to you?” She looked back at you.
“Perhaps.” You said, slowly. “What are you asking for?” The Russian glared at you but you didn’t back down from her.
“Is she okay?”
“And why are you asking me instead of her?” You countered. Natasha was two seconds from throwing you into the pond. “Okay, okay,” You helped up your hands in defense. “You don’t have to look like you are going to kill me.” You sighed. “To be honest, we haven’t hung out a lot. I’m pretty sure she hates me.” Natasha’s jaw dropped at your confession. You took your pointer finger and closed her mouth with a giggle.
“Why? Why do you think she hates you?” She’s seen her sister make conversation with you and she didn’t see any sign of hatred. Natasha was a little grateful for Yelena to find a friend in you. Bartons had a way to break down the walls of Black Widows.
“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” You asked. Apparently you needed to because Natasha was lost. You sighed again, biting the inside of your cheek. “To her, you choose me, them,” You pointed to the compound. “Over her.” Natasha’s stomach dropped. “Have you sat down and talked to her?”
“No,” The Russian said simply. There wasn’t time. They took down the Red Room and killed Dreykov. Yelena set out to start freeing the remaining Widows. Natasha joined Steve to free the others from the RAFT. Then it was meetings after meetings to repel the Accords.
“I get it,” you whispered. “But the longer you put it off the harder it’s going to be.”
“What do I even say to her?” She asked. Her voice was so soft she barely recognized it. This type of vulnerability was only shown to you, your family, and at a time Wanda. A part of her was a little embarrassed to come to you but she knew you wouldn’t judge her.
“The truth. I think the truth is the best place to start.”
*
A knock on her door startled Yelena out of her thoughts. She just took a shower after a workout with Captain America, she was very excited to brag about it to Alexei. She was sitting at her desk mindlessly sharpening her knives. It was an action she did to calm her racing mind and silent the world around her. Things were complicated, it wasn’t like she disliked visiting the Avenger’s compound. It was the opposite actually, she was enjoying her time here and the break from freeing the other Widows. When Natasha invited her to Upstate New York, she was ready to hate his place and the people in it because they stole her sister from her. But she couldn’t bring herself to hate them, no matter how hard she tried. She hated when her emotions were all over the place. Another knock made Yelena drop her knives and walk over to the door. She wasn’t surprised to see her sister at her door but the state her sister was in. She was biting the skin around her thumb, Yelena noticed her doing it while they were taking down the Red Room. “Can I come in?” Natasha asked. Yelena nodded, stepping out of the way. Natasha walked in and sat at the edge of her bed, looking around her room. Yelena closed the door and leaned against it. “I think we need to talk.” Natasha locked eyes with Yelena. The younger Russian felt very small under her sister’s intense gaze. “Are you okay?” Yelena rolled her eyes.
“I’m fine.” She walked back to her desk and stared down at the knives.
“No, you aren’t.” Natasha said before Yelena could pick one up instead she gripped the back of her chair. “I know you, Yelena. I know something is wrong.” Yelena bitterly laughed, shaking her head.
“You don’t know me.”
“What does that mean?” She spun around.
“It’s been 20 years. You. Don’t. Know. Me.” The two sisters stared at each other in silence . So Yelena, why was Romanoff keeping you a secret for so long? It was such a simple question but it made Yelena’s head spin and her heart ache. “Why didn’t you come back for me?” Yelena asked.
“I thought you were out living a normal life and you didn’t want to see me.” It was the same answer she gave to her when Yelena asked at the convenience store.
“Fignya (bullshit).”
“Chego ty khochesh' ot menya? (What do you want for me?)” Natasha asked, standing up.
“Pravda, Natalia (The truth, Natalia).” Yelena yelled. “I deserve the truth.” She pounded her fist against her chest with tears in her eyes. “I want my sister’s answer not the Black Widow’s.” Yelena pushed past her sister and sat on her bed. “I waited for you.” She whispered. “When news broke that you escaped I knew you’d come back for me. I told everyone that would listen that you would save me.” Yelena looked at her sister through her blurry vision she saw tears forming in Natasha’s eyes. “But you didn’t. You got out and found this.” Yelena gestured around her room. She looked down letting out a shaky breath as she played with the rings on her fingers.
*
Natasha stared at her sister. Each word thrown at her broke her heart more. ‘I think the truth is the best place to start.’ The truth. She didn’t know what the truth was. Letting out a shaky breath, she knelt down in front of her sister. Tears were constantly leaving her eyes and falling down her cheeks. Natasha cupped her cheeks and whipped away the tears with her thumbs. She was thankful that Yelena didn’t push her away but leaned into her touch. “Oh siestra, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen my face in your eyes.” Natasha whispered. “I left you alone because - because I couldn’t face you.” Yelena’s eyes widened and in a split second Natasha was back in Ohio looking at a younger Yelena as she fell and scraped her knee. Natasha looked down but kept her hands on her face. “I couldn’t keep you safe. I tried so many times to get to you and each time I got closer then finally I saw you. You were in the training room, fighting a girl one on one. She was twice your size,” Natasha looked up. “You were so different, so grown up and you beat her without getting a scratch. I should have protected you from them and I couldn’t. I should have killed them all when we got off that plane or flown it someplace else.”
“You were just a kid too.” Yelena whispered. Natasha shook her head.
“I’m your big sister. It’s my job to protect you and I couldn’t even do that.” She dropped her hands from her sister’s face. “That day in Budapest when we blew up an entire city to kill him, I watched the sky burn and at the time I thought he was gone I’d still carry the scars from him and that place.” Natasha carefully took Yelena’s right arm and traced the scars she saw. “They singe on our skin like a brand.” Natasha sighed, whipping away a tear that fell down her cheek. “So I left you alone in a house but not a home. But siesta,” she sat next to Yelena on the bed. “I’m home and they can’t hurt us anymore.” Yelena nodded, pulling Natasha into a tight hug. The older Black Widow let more tears fall down and soak onto her sister’s shirt. Yelena pulled away, leaving their foreheads touching. “I’m sorry,” Natasha finally said. “I am so sorry. It’s me and you, okay? Nothing will get between us again.” Yelena nodded, whipping away her tears.
“I’m sorry too.” Natasha was stunned but before she could respond, Yelena put her hand up to stop her. “We were just kids thrown into a world we didn’t want to be in.” Natasha smiled.
“When did you get so wise?” Yelena rolled her eyes, pushing Natasha on the shoulder. “You know,” she said slowly. “Y/n thinks you hate her.”
“What?” Natasha nodded. “I don’t. I just.” Yelena cringed. “I don’t know how to talk to her. She’s..” She trailed off, unable to find a word.
“She’s a Barton, best way to describe her. But I’ve learned they are the best people to have in your life.”
*
Your back was to your door as you packed a bag, throwing clothes into it from your closest. Someone knocked on your already open door. “Give me a second.” You said, without turning around.
“Take your time.” Yelena’s voice caused you to stand up quickly, hitting your head on a shelf.
“Ouch.” You said, rubbing your head and turned around to face her. She was holding back a laugh. “You can laugh.” You chuckled. She let out a laugh, throwing her head back.
“Are you okay?” She asked after she calmed down.
“I think I’ll live.” You sat down in the chair at your desk. “Come in.” Yelena walked into your room and sat down in the bean bag you had. “What’s up?”
“Natasha said you were leaving.” You sighed, nodding your head.
“Yeah, I’m going to my parents’ house for a little bit.” You did not want to leave the compound because you finally had this side of your family back together.
“Do you know when you’ll be back?” You shook your head. “Oh.” She began to play with the rings on her fingers. “Natasha said you thought I hated you.” You were going to kill your godmother, not like you had a chance, but when you told her to tell the truth you weren’t expecting her to tell Yelena everything. “I don’t.” She said quickly. “I don’t hate you. I don’t know how to talk to you.” You raised an eyebrow at her. You’ve seen her interact with everyone else at the tower just fine.
“Have I done something?” You asked.
“No, no it’s me.” Well if that wasn’t the most cliche line but you waited. You learned from your parents that you had to be patient with a Black Widow. “I don’t know how to be friends with someone.” Oh. Natasha filled you in on what took place between her and her adopted family.
“You want to be friends with me.” She nodded.
“I’ve never had a friend before and Natasha said Bartons are the best people to have in your life.” Your cheeks turned bright red. “And you are a Barton, yes?”
“I am.” You said, slowly.
“So will you be my friend?” You gave her a smile and nodded your head.
“Yeah, we can be friends.” A sense of relief washed over her.
“Do we hug now?” You couldn't help but laugh.
“Do you want a hug?” She turned her head to the side, mirroring the way a dog does when they don’t understand a sound.
“I’m not sure.”
“We’ll work on it. Here, give me your phone.” She pulled out her phone and unlocked it before handing it to you. Her background was a photo strip from a photo booth of a girl with blue hair and you assumed a younger Yelena. You entered your phone number in her contacts and handed it back to her. “Text or call me whenever, okay?” She looked at her and she nodded, putting it away.
“I’ll let you continue to pack.” She said, standing up and walking to the door. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Nice to meet you too. Be careful out there.” She stared at you for a beat and smiled at you.
“You as well.” She left you alone. Your phone buzzed as it charged on your nightstand. You stood up and looked at it with a smile, flopping on your bed.
‘Hello Y/n Barton’ She sent.
‘Hello Yelena Belova.’ You typed and sent it back.
__________
I missed writing in this AU so much! I have two more planned drabbles and I am going to type up a timeline of where our reader is through major events in the MCU so please let me know if you want to see more in depth stories of that.
I love this AU so much and I’d love to write a longer work (along side my other 100 ideas I have) lol.
Thank you for the support sorry I’ve been MIA lol. -Arlana
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Chicken Tendies by Clinton Kane
Part 5 of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
Summary: One month has passed since the break up between you and Yelena. You’ve gone to heal in Iowa while Yelena has thrown herself into her work to distract herself from her problems. But when the most important people in their life decide enough is enough they need to learn what happened that Thursday night.
Warnings: jealousy, drinking, flashbacks, PTSD, unhealthy copping mechanisms.
Word count: 8.1k
New York City, Avengers Tower
“You are going to get yourself killed.” Kate said, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. She was watching Yelena put on her coat to leave medbay as she was cleared by Dr. Cho after returning from a mission. Her injuries were superficial; a dislocated shoulder and a nasty hit to the back of the head. The Red Room taught them pain, she learned how to deal with it and move on. But there was this ache in her chest, no matter how many missions she went on or long hours of physical work she put her body through the ace was still there. She rather deal with a bullet wound than this feeling. “I know you are dealing with the breakup in your own way.” The archer continued as Yelena walked past her and headed for the elevator. “But this isn’t healthy either and you are lucky I’m the one nagging you instead of Natasha.” Kate had a point. Yelena has been ignoring her sister. “This isn’t healthy.”
“I’m fine, Kate Bishop. You worry too much.”
“Now you are lying. Isn’t lying what got you in this mess in the first place?” Yelena’s heart skipped and she thanked all her years of training to keep her face neutral as she faced her friend. She was surprised to see Kate’s face void of all emotion too.
“You’ve been talking to Y/n.” Yelena said. It wasn’t a question, more of an observation as the Russian hasn’t told anyone what happened that night.
“Yes.” Kate answered honestly.
“Is she-” Yelena struggled to come up with a word. “Is she okay?” Kate shrugged, looking down at her feet.
“I don’t know.” She sighed, closing the distance between her and the Widow. “Talking isn’t how I’d describe it. She sends me a text every couple of days so I know she’s alive. Rumor has it she’s stopped talking to everyone.” That did not make Yelena feel any better and that ache in her chest burned. “She-” Kate stopped, biting her lip. “She didn’t give me the full story of what happened between you two when I asked. And I only asked so I can find a way to help.” Kate placed a gentle hand on Yelena’s arm. “I’m still your friend, okay? I’m not taking sides.” Yelena sighed.
“I don’t know if you can help with this.” The brunette gave her a small smile.
“Just don’t shut me out.” Kate dropped her hand on the Russian’s arm. “No more suicide missions. I still need you around, tupitsa (dumbass).” She punched her arm. Yelena noticed it was softer due to her shoulder injury. Yelena smiled, a real smile. The first one in a month.
“I’ll keep that in mind. I’m going to go walk Fanny and Lucky.” She continued her walk to the elevator and pressed the button. When the metal doors opened, she turned back to look at Kate. “Thank you, Kate. Thank you for being my friend.” The smile grew wider on the archer’s face.
“Any time. I’ll see you at home.” Yelena nodded and stepped into the metal box. As the doors closed, she leaned against the railing. Her heart grew heavy. The apartment she shared with Kate didn’t feel like home anymore. Home was with you and she lost that, threw it away. She knew ending things with you with a letter was stupid. But it was easier for her; avoid conflict and bury emotions. It was what Yelena was best at. The elevator door opened and she walked into the lobby. She kept her head down but smiled at passing agents and STARK Industries employees that happened to catch her eye. She zipped up her coat before leaving the warmth of the Avenger tower and onto the city sidewalk.
Winter was in full force in New York. It wasn’t cold enough to have snow on the sidewalk but it was getting there. Christmas was just a week away. The memories Yelena had over the holiday weren’t great. They were of her and Natasha by a Christmas tree that was decorated and presents around the base. But the presents were empty boxes - fabricated memories to achieve the goal for the Red Room. She hoped to have a real Christmas with you. She sighed, her breath came out as a fog due to the temperature. Yelena remembered returning back from her mission, two days after she left you that note, that took her to a remote part of Canada to a very pissed off Black Widow.
*
Yelena walked down the ramp of the Quinjet. The air was crisp and it was refreshing for the Russian. She disliked Summer. Natasha was waiting for her, like every mission but this time something was different. Her arms were crossed and she looked pissed, a look she normally saved when Tony said something stupid. “Hi sestra.”
“What did you do?” Natasha asked, skipping over the normal post mission greeting.
“I’m not injured. Thanks for asking.” Yelena said, rolling her eyes and went to call up the elevator but her sister stopped her. Natasha bent Yelena’s wrist. “Ouch!” Yelena complained, pulling her hand back and shaking it. “That really hurt. What was that for?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Maybe because I don’t know what you are talking about.” She looked over her wrist. “Suka.” She mumbled.
“Why did I get a call from Clint saying he and Laura were coming to the city to pick up Y/n and bring her back to Iowa and that she was crying? So,” Natasha took a step forward, invading her sister’s space. “What did you do?”
“Why do you think I did something?” Yelena defended. She was grateful that Natasha decided to do this mini-interrogation alone without the help of her girlfriend. One look Wanda would know everything that happened. “She expressed that she missed her family, maybe that’s why.” Natasha glared at her. She felt very small under the intense stare. Yelena looked down at her feet. “What has she told you?” Yelena whispered.
“Nothing! They picked her up with basically her entire apartment packed. She acted happy but Laura could tell she was faking it.” Yelena didn’t answer but glanced up at her sister, who ran her hand through her red hair. She’s ignoring mine and Wanda’s calls which isn’t normal. Hell she won’t even respond to Kate. I’m worried-”
“We broke up.” The confession stopped Natasha’s rambling. She took a step back and her face softened.
“What - what happened? Are you okay?” The sudden switch of her sister’s tone caught Yelena off guard. She looked back up at Natasha.
“I’m fine.” She said. Her heart was aching. Her stomach in knots. “Just ready to get back to work.” She wanted to drown the pain with vodka. She walked past Natasha and called up the elevator.
“Yelena,” Natasha said, standing next to her. “I’m sorry for how I acted.” Yelena kept her eyes trained on the metal door in front of her. She couldn’t look at her sister or the dam would break. “I’m here if you need to talk.” The elevator opened.
“Thanks.” She said, walking in and letting the door close behind her. Natasha didn’t try to stop it from closing.
*
Yelena curled her hands into fist that rested in her pocket. Hurting people that mattered to her, that was another skill she was good at. A high pitch laugh forced her out of her thoughts and she stopped walking to look towards the sound. Her heart stopped beating as a girl was standing out of the run rood that looked just like you. She swore it was the same dress she bought for you in Spain. “Can you not stop in the middle of the sidewalk?” A man asked, pumping his shoulder against hers. Yelena didn’t even shoot back a witty remark as she looked away from the car and continued on her walk back to her apartment. She pushed away a tear that fell from her eyes and stared at the liquid on her finger tips.
“B’lyad (fuck)” Yelena mumbled. She missed you. Gods, she missed you. You were more than Yelena could ever be; full of love, wild, and light. You deserved the world. Did you even miss her? Or was the mouth apart enough time for you to realize you could be so much better. Your broken voice echoed in her head from that night, ‘I want to know what’s going on in your head. I want you.’
*
Iowa - Barton Family Homestead
Nathaniel was sitting in your lap, his back resting on your front. You were reading him the first Percy Jackson book. It was taking a while to get through the small chapter book with his million in one questions but you didn’t care. You cherished this time with your brother. You weren’t home from a majority of his early childhood and you were making it up to him this past month, that included Lila and Cooper. You and Lila had sleepovers almost every night, talking till the sun came up. You and Cooper played video games. He showed you a sighting game where you could choose a member of the Avengers to play as. (T’Challa was your go too). You watched cheesy rom coms with your mom and worked on the property with your dad. A part of your soul needed this time, it was healing.
But you knew your family well and you could tell they were dancing around the question: what happened between you and Yelena? You gave them the short version, you broke up. There were only two people that knew some of the details and that was Kate and Dr. Gomez. You were grateful they didn’t push. Even when they found you staring at the spar key for hours. Even when you cried at night and tried to muffle the sounds with your pillow - they heard you because in the morning one of your siblings would be curled up next to you. They didn’t ask questions and allowed you to overcome your heart break in your own way.
“The door creaked open, and standing in front of us was a tall Middle Eastern woman - at least, I assumed she was Middle Eastern, because she wore a long black gown that covered everything but her hands, and her head was completely veiled.” The sound of a Quinjet landing shook the house.
“Quinjet! Quinjet!” Nathaniel said, squirming out of your lab and running to the door.
“I guess I’m chopped liver.” You joked, closing the book, saving your spot with a piece of scrap paper. Laura laughed from the kicken.
“Everyone is chopped liver when compared to Auntie Nat.” The sound of footsteps came barreling down the stairs.
“Did someone say Aunt Nat?” Lila asked.
“Why didn’t I get this type of welcome home party?” You asked.
“You aren’t an Avenger.” Cooper said. You threw a pillow at him which made you receive glare from your mom.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, standing up to pick up the pillow. You looked at the window and saw Lila and Cooper running over to the ramp of the Quinjet. Natasha was standing already talking to your dad while Wanda used her major to entertain your brother.
“Aren’t you going to see Auntie Nat?” She asked. You wanted too. You wanted to get wrapped in a strong hug that she used to give you those 5 years of the Blip. But it hurt too much.
“A rain check.” You said, grabbing the book and headed up to your room.
“Sweetheart,” Laura said. You stopped and looked back at your mom. “Take your time to process whatever you are dealing with. But don’t hide forever. The world deserves to see your light.”
“Uh thanks.” You cleared your throat. “Thank you.” You continued walking to your room. Hiding was easier. The world was scary.
*
Natasha looked at the Barton house as the door opened and Laura walked out. She loved Laura but she was hoping to see you. “Can you give the adults a chance to talk?” She asked, looking at the kids.
“Awe but I want to play with Aunt Wanda’s magic.” Nathaniel whined. The Black Window knew her girlfriend loved that the other Barton children accepted her into the family.
“We’ll play later.” Wanda promised. Natasha gave Lila and Cooper a look that said everything, please go distract him somewhere. Lila smiled.
“Come on bud. The adults have to be boring.” She teased.
“Yeah,” Cooper caught on. “Let’s go play in the barn.” Lila grabbed her younger brother’s hand and the 3 youngest Barton children took off towards the barn.
“Please be careful.” Their mother called after them as she approached the group. “You know,” She joked with the Black Widow. “You could make it less obvious you don’t want to see me.” Natasha rolled her eyes, bumping her shoulder with the mother of 4.
“How is she?” Wanda asked. Laura and Clint looked at each other.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” Clint sighed. “She hasn’t told us anything, not from our lack of trying.”
“She’s still in therapy.” Laura added. “It’s weird. She’s probably the healthiest I’ve seen her but there is this deep sadness.”
“Has Yelena said anything?” Clint asked. Natasha shook her head, almost laughing.
“Besides that they broke up. She’s been ignoring me.” Like the plague, Natasha wanted to add. Whenever she walked into a room where Yelena was, her little sister walked out. The only time Yelena interacted with her was for Avenger duties. Her sister, a professional, didn’t let feelings complicate work.
“What do we do?” Wanda asked.
“We need to find out what really happened between those two. There is no way they just broke up.” Laura said.
“Yelena still loves Y/n.” The Sokovian said. “I feel it every time I’m near her.” Clint sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.
“It’s the same for Y/n.” Clint said.
“Stark is throwing his Christmas party. We could play matchmaker.” Natasha smirked.
“I bet we could get Kate involved.” Laura smiled.
“Maybe you can get her to open up, Nat.” Clint suggested. “You know her better than anyone.” The Russian sighed. The best memories she had of those 5 years of the Blip were movie nights in pillow forts, baking cookies turned to flour fights, and a lot of ice cream.
“I can try.”
*
Your door opened without knocking beforehand. You glanced above the book you were reading and stared at your Godmother. “You know it’s rude to not come say hello to me.”
“It’s also rude to come into someone’s room without knocking.”
“I guess we are just rude people.” She said, closing the door and opening up her arms, asking for a hug. You sighed, set your book down, and stood up from the bean bag you were sitting in. You were engulfed in the strong arms of your Godmother and felt safe. You heard her let out a shaky breath, kissing the top of your head. “I missed you, malen’kiy yastreb (little hawk).” You nodded against her chest.
“Missed you too.” She gave you a squeeze and ended the hug. You sat down on your window’s ledge and Natasha pulled out the rolling chair from your desk and sat in front of you. She picked up the book you were reading.
“Alice in Wonderland.” She said. “How many times have you read this?” You shrugged. It was one of your many comfort books.
“Not enough.” You said, picking at a thread on a blanket. “I sometimes wish I could go to Wonderland. Life seems easier there.” You admitted.
“Well,” Natasha said, setting the book down. “I’ve only seen the movie.” You rolled your eyes. “If I remember correctly Wonderland was great for Alice because she found her people to turn too. When she crawled out of the rabbit hole, she had to find her people in her world.” You didn’t answer. It was one of the many movies you watched together. “Who are the people you are taking to battle to face the Jabberwock?” She asked softly.
“You, Wanda, mom, dad.” You answered. “Kate, Sam, Alexi, and Melina.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Tony, Steve, Bucky, Carol, and Rhodey.” Your lip trembled. “Yelena.” Natasha nodded, taking your hands in hers. You loved the feeling of Natasha’s hands. They were rough, covered in calluses but a reminder that she was alive. She was here and present with you, not on Vomir anymore. You remembered that day so clearly when your father returned without Natasha.
“Hey,” the Russian said, cutting through the downhill spiral of your thoughts. “Do you want to tell me what happened between you and Yelena?” She asked. You wanted too. Dr. Gomez said it would help. If you wanted to tell Yelena the truth one day it would take practice, she said. “I’ve had the great pleasure of watching you grow up.” Natasha said. “And I know it hasn’t been the easiest.” You chuckled. “You’ve never complained about it to me and you held it in. No more of that. Let it all out. I’m here to catch you.” You let out a shaky breath, nodding.
“Okay, okay. I-” You cleared your throat. “I wasn’t doing well when I was living in New York with Yelena. I was struggling and hiding it from all of you including Yelena.” You knew the end of your relationship with the White Widow wasn’t one sided. You had a hand in it too.
“Why didn’t you say something?” The millionaire dollar question.
“My therapist and I are still working on that.” You joked. She smiled at your lame attempt to lighten the mood. “She thinks it stems from me having to grow up so quickly. I almost got kidnapped, dad was away for work so I had to help my mom with my siblings, and I was treated like a prisoner for a lot of my childhood.”
“That’s one way to describe it.” Natasha mumbled. You laughed, a real laugh, that sent your head back. You had to wipe tears from your eyes.
“I also think it comes from not wanting to disappoint any of you.” You said, after you stopped laughing. “I wanted to appear to be okay because I thought that’s what you all wanted. It’s stupid but-”
“No, it’s not stupid.” Natasha said. “You went through something a lot of people don’t expect to go through and lived.”
“A part of me didn’t want to live anymore.” Natasha’s hands tightened their hold on yours as if you’d disappear before her eyes. “A part of me died in the cell, Nat. I’m still learning to live without it or fix it. Yelena acted like nothing happened when we got back to the city so it added to me pretending.” Natasha nodded.
“The Red Room conditioned us to bury and move on.” She turned her head to the side as if she just thought of something and her face fell.
“What is it?” You asked. She shook her head.
“It’s nothing well, it's something but continue.” You looked at the Black Widow but when she didn’t continue you sighed.
“Do you remember what he yelled to me when Yelena and my mom dragged me out of there?” She thought of a moment. “Remember what I said -”
“Little one. Remember.” Natasha finished. You fought the bile that moved up your throat. “We tried to get him to tell us what he said to you but he never broke.”
“He said a lot to me before Wanda came in. The biggest thing was.” You closed your eyes. “He asked how long till Yelena leaves me and how till she realizes I’m nothing.” Your voice cracked. You opened your eyes and your vision was blurry with tears. Natasha let go of your hands and whipped away your tears. “I’m so tired of him having control over my life. Why can’t he leave me alone?” You asked. It was getting harder to breathe. “He-” You gasped for air. “He.”
“Sh malen’kiy yastreb (little hawk). Breath for me.” Natasha moved one of her hands to your back and rubbed it up and down. You focused on the feeling. You were here, in your room in Iowa not in Russia in a cell trapped to a chair. She smiled as your breathing began to even out. “There you go. What do you need?”
“Water.” You said, pointing to a water bottle on your nightstand. The Black Widow stood up quickly and grabbed your water bottle. She handed it to you and you took a long sip of water. It soothed your aching throat. “Thank you.” Natasha took your hands again but when her hands came in contact with yours, you flinched away. Her face fell. “Shit. Natasha I’m sorry. I-fuck.” You stood up, pacing the empty space in your room. “Why can’t I be normal and move on from this? Why did he break me? Why can’t he leave me alone?” You sobbed. Natasha moved quickly to catch you as you fell. Your fist twisted into her shirt as you sobbed against the material. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
*
Natasha held you close as you shook against her. Tears stained her shirt but she didn’t care. You could cry against her for days and she would hold you and never let go. “I got you.” Natasha whispered, rubbing your back. The door opened, revealing your parents and Wanda, asking a silent question: Can we be here? She nodded and they entered your room, closing the door behind them. Laura and Clint sat behind you and Wanda sat next to her girlfriend. “We got you.” Natasha felt you nod. Soon your sobs turned into hiccups and you sniffed, pulling away from her. Natasha kept her hands on your arms.
“He made me afraid of her.” Your voice was so soft that Natasha almost missed it. “Every time she touched me or kissed me I had to fight not to flinch away and I hated myself for it.” Natasha’s heart broke for you and her sister. She knew it was a fear of Yelena’s, an unspoken one that she worried that people were scared of her. “I know she had no choice and it was either her being killed or hurting me. If we had to go through it all over again my choice would be the same because I love her too much for her to die like that.” You let out a shaky breath. “But my brain wouldn’t stop.”
“Did you talk to Yelena about this?” Wanda asked. You shook your head.
“No, besides that night. I woke up from a nightmare and I was so tired and a little drunk. She hugged me and I flinched. She questioned it, apparently she knew that I was holding my flinches and that pissed me off.” You sighed, rubbing your hands against your face. Wanda used her magic to bring you a few tissues from a box you had. You thanked her with a smile. “She told me that I needed to move on and I told her I couldn’t. She left after I begged her to stay. That happened on Thursday night and I went the whole weekend without talking to her. After therapy on Tuesday, I walked into the apartment to a letter she wrote me, her spare key, and all of her things gone. It hurt too much to be there.” You were leaning your back against your parents for support. Natasha saw Clint’s jaw clench and she knew he was angry. Hell Natasha was a little angry at her sister. But she knew it was the reason why you kept all of this to yourself, so no one would take sides. You rested your head on Laura’s shoulder. “He was right.” You whispered. “In the end he was right.”
“What was he right about, sweetheart?” Laura asked. You closed your eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. You let out a pained whimper. The Black Widow’s already broken heart shattered at the sound. She’s never heard you make such a sound. When you broke your arm you didn’t cry and when that monster beat you, you barely made a sound. Out of the corner of her ear, she was Wanda moving closer to her - fingertips glowing red. She touched the side of your head and in an instant Natasha was transported into that cell.
It was like watching a movie. Everything was in slow motion as he walked over to you. “Do you know you are the reason you and Miss. Belova were taken so easily?” You must have responded but she couldn’t hear your reply. “You made her weak. You made her sluggish. This is all your fault.” Natasha watched you shake your head. “Your own father doesn't even want you.” He continued. “You are the reason your family had to hide in Iowa. You are the reason he became the Ronin. How long till she leaves you? How long still she realizes you are nothing?” Natasha knew she should have killed him. She was thrown out of your memory.
“Sorry,” Wanda said. “She asked for my help.” Natasha looked at you. You were fast asleep against Laura, whose arms were wrapped around you tightly. Clint’s face was hard to read but it was drained of color. “She should be out for a while.” Her girlfriend added. “With no nightmares.” Clint was the first to move and gently took you into his arms. Laura pulled back the covers of your bed as your father laid you down, pulling the covers over you and kissing you on your forehead. Laura copied her husband’s actions. Her best friend left his daughter’s room and the sound of his footsteps echoed back towards them. Laura sighed, following him. Wanda took Natasha’s hand, kissing the back of it. “She’s going to be okay, Nat. I saw inside her head. There is a lot of darkness but there is light.” Natasha dropped her girlfriend’s hand, missing the warmth and safely it provided, as she sat on the edge of your bed.
“I don’t know how to protect her from this.” Natasha whispered, placing a piece of hair behind your ear. She felt Wanda come up behind her, her back resting on Wanda’s front. “How do I keep her safe?” Wanda didn’t answer right away, placing her hands on the Black Widow’s shoulder.
“Maybe we can’t. Maybe we aren’t supposed to.” Wanda said, kissing the top of her head. “We just have to be there for her.” A knock on your door stopped whatever Natasha was going to say. The Black Widow turned to face the door and saw Lila.
“Dad sent me up to watch her.” She said, taking a seat in the bean bag. “He and mom are waiting for you in the kitchen.”
“Thank you.” Natasha said, standing up. She took one last glance at your sleeping form and headed downstairs.
*
Guilt. It was a powerful emotion and it was swirling through Clint. He moved in a blur barely recognizing his own voice as he asked Lila to look after her big sister. Were Cooper and Nathaniel there too? He didn’t know as he walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of bourbon and a glass. He filled it to the top and drank the amber liquid. His grip tightened on the glass. He was afraid he was going to shatter it in his hands. “Clint.” He heard his name but they sounded so far away. Maybe he should shatter it. “Clint.” His name again. The glass would cause him to feel something. Anything rather than this guilt. “Darling.” Warm hands took the glass out of his hand and moved up his arms. “Darling, come back to me.” Laura. His wife. His best friend. The beautiful mother to their four children.
“I’m here.” He whispered. It was the truth. The would was less blurry and he stared into his wife’s eyes, clear worry in his expression. He looked away and he saw Natasha and Wanda. He really had no idea how he’d survive this without them.
“Are you going to share that?” Natasha joked. Clint smiled, grabbing everyone a glass and filling them halfway. He didn’t fill his. Some of the most important females in his life took their spot at the counter and slowly sipped on the bourbon. It was a little to quiet as everyone was lost in their thoughts of the memory they just witnessed.
“Don’t,” Laura said. “All three of you. Don’t go there.”
“When did you become a mind reader?” Wanda mumbled, taking a sip of her drink.
“Because I am a mother of 4. It doesn’t take a mind reader to see where any of your minds are headed.” She finished the rest of her glass and reached for the bottle. Clint had half the mind to pull it away from her but the look she gave him would have sent Maria Hill running. She filled the glass in front of her. “He can’t hurt her or Yelena. Physically.” She added. He married a good one, Clint was reminded of that every day.
“Do we still go with the plan?” Natasha asked. Anger flared in Clint’s chest. He wanted to have a nice long chat with Yelena; Black Widow or not he was pissed at how she handled things. He was squeezing the counter edge. But as anger found a home in his veins it passed to understanding. Yelena had been through a lot for someone her age.
“They just need to talk with each other,” Clint found his voice. “If they want to get back together then they do and if they don’t they don’t. We respect both.”
*
New York City - Bishop and Belova apartment
“A Christmas party?” Yelena questioned the archer. Kate was grateful that her back was to her friend. She’s been learning how to hide her emotions but she was still learning and her best friend was an ex-Red Room assassin; she wasn’t that good. Kate was stirring a pot on the stove top. It was her turn to cook and although she wasn’t great in the kitchen, soup was one of the meals she could make. Her strongest memories of her and her father were in the kitchen, hunched over the stove and breathing in the strong aroma of whatever they made.
“Yup.” Kate said, popping the ‘p’ and tasting the food. It was almost done, it just needed a little more garlic. “Tony throws one every year for the Avengers, past and present.” She turned off the stove and poured the soup into a bowl, placing it in front of the Russian. Kate mirrored her actions for herself and placed her bowl and fresh bread she bought at the bakery at the corner on the island. “Since you are an Avenger now, you are being invited.” She was leaving out a few key details but it was part of the plan Natasha texted her. Her heart almost gave out when the Black Widow’s number flashed across her phone. Hell she didn’t even know Natasha had her number.
“And what happens at this Christmas party?” Yelena asked, taking a spoonful of the soup. Sometimes Kate forgets how little life Yelena has experienced. It made her blood boil. “Ooo this is good, Kate Bishop.” The archer blushed at Yelena’s praise.
“It will be like all of Tony’s other parties but Christmas themed.” Kate shrugged. “Dancing, food, drinks, and well a Christmas tree.”
“You aren’t selling this well.” The burnette glared at the blonde who had a teasing smirk on her face.
“Come on Lena, it will be fun! I want you there plus it will be good to meet other Avengers we normally don’t work with.” She was secretly hoping to meet Captain Marvel but she was keeping that information to herself. She watched Yelena mix the contents of her soup, in deep thought as she bit the inside of her cheek. Cute, Kate thought, she picked up on some of Y/n’s habits.
“Will the Barton’s be there?” Yelena asked softly. Kate was taken back by the direct question.
“I don’t know.” She lied while the truth was pounding to come out. Gods, Yelena was going to kill her if she found out she had a hand in this. “When was the last time you saw Clint at anything related to the Avengers?” She joked which made Yelena smile. Kate felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. With a roll of her eyes, she pulled out her phone. “Speak of the devil.” She said, holding up her phone to show Yelena the caller ID. “Hi birdman.” Kate said, answering the phone. Yelena snickered.
“Ha ha.” Clint deadpanned. “What are you doing?”
“Having dinner. What’s up?” She asked, standing up from her seat and walking out of earshot of Yelena but she still felt green eyes on her as she walked away.
*
Yelena sighed; breaking a piece of bread, dipping it in her soup, and taking a bite out of it. The idea of going to Stark’s Christmas party did sound like fun but the thought of running into your father turned her blood cold. She groaned, pushing the palm of her hands against her eyes. When she pulled them away to continue to eat, she caught a glimpse of you and her in the kitchen while you were baking. You were awful in the kitchen, fumbling through the easiest of recipes. It was why Yelena always cooked. But to Yelena’s surprise you weren’t a bad baker, you were great. “It’s different.” You said to her one day when she brought it up. So Yelena sat in the empty kitchen while the food Kate made was going cold and watched fathom memories in front of her. You were making a batch of cookies for Yelena to take to the tower to share with everyone. Yelena wrapped her arms around your waist as you added flour to the bowl. The White Widow put her finger in the flour and tapped you on the nose. You laughed and tried to get her back. Soon a full out flour fight broke out, the dogs joining in. That’s how Kate found you, sitting on the ground covered in flour.
“Der’mo (shit).” Yelena mumbled. She was an idiot. You begged her to stay and she walked away, closing the door right in your face. If you said the word she’d come running back to you.
“Yelena,” Kate’s voice broke her out of her trance. “Are you okay?” Yelena thought about lying - it was a reflex; a hard habit to break.
“No but I uh will be.” She answered honestly. Kate smiled and went back to eating. “About the Christmas party.” Kate looked up. “I’d like to go.” The archer’s face lit up. “But I need your help with something.”
“Of course. Anything.”
“If Y/n is there,” Yelena heart skipped as she said your name. “I need your help to make it right with her.” Kate’s smile grew. “I want her back.”
*
Iowa - Barton Family Homestead
“A Christmas party?” You questioned, handing a wrench to your father. The tractor broke down (again) and your father insisted on fixing it instead of buying a new one.
“Yup,” he said, taking the wrench out of your hand. “Tony’s Christmas party he throws every year on -”
“Christmas Eve. I’m aware of what party you're talking about because I’m the one that goes. You and mom never go. What changed this year?” He rolled out from underneath the tractor, whipping his hands on a towel, and took a sip of water. He shrugged.
“It’s the first one since the fight with Thanos. It will be good to see everyone.” He said, walking over to his tool box. You followed close behind. You didn’t believe that for a second.
“Bullshit,” You said. “Do you want to tell me the real reason you brought this up?” You asked, crossing your arms. He sighed, facing you.
“Avengers past and present plus their families have been invited.” He said. “Your mother and I think it would be good for you to see everyone.” Alright, that was not the answer you were expecting. Anxiety crept through your bones.
“Dad, I’m-”
“Do not say you're fine because I know you aren’t.” it was true, you confessed everything to him. It was just a reflex to tell everyone you were okay. He grabbed your hand, pulling you into an empty chair. You let him sit you down and he knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. His hands were rough, years of using a bow and working on the farm. “And it’s okay to not be okay, Chip. I know you are hurting and I understand that pain to an extent but you can’t hide away from it. Even if you think it's easier, it will be harder in the end.” Ronin. Ronin. Ronin. The name echoed in your head like a curse. “He was wrong.” Your father whispered. “He was so wrong. What I did to you those 5 years is unforgivable.” You felt tears in the corner of your eyes. “And I am so sorry.” You choked back a sob. Gods, when did you get so emotional? “I promise when you get better and heal from this we will have a proper conversation about everything, okay?” You nodded. He dropped your hands, whipped the tears on your cheeks, and kissed your forehead. “I need you, Chip.” He said, against your forehead. “You are the reason I became a dad.”
“I need you too, dad.” You let out a shaky breath. “What if I go and she’s there?” You asked, softly. “What do I do?” Clint sighed.
“Do you still love her?” He asked.
“Yes.” You answered without hesitation.
“Would you get back together with her if given the chance?”
“Yes.”
“Then you need to talk with her and not hide the parts that are a little damaged for the sake of others.” You nodded. He was right, you knew he was right. But why was it so hard to be honest? “I’m not entirely happy with how Yelena handled the situation.” Your heart sank. “But I understand she’s been through a lot and you were her first serious relationship. Nat was a mess back in SHIELD.” You giggled finding it hard to believe but then you remembered you had to spell it out for the Black Widow that she had a crush on Wanda. “I trust you to make the right choice.”
“Thanks P-Man.”
“Anytime Chip.” He tapped your leg and stood up. “Come on, the tractor isn’t going to fix itself.” You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically.
“I don’t understand why you don’t buy a new one.” You said, following him.
“Because it cost money,” he said, getting back underneath the death trap. “Being a SHIELD agent and an Avenger did not pay well. Screwdriver.” He ordered.
“Tony is basically family, have him get you one. Oh! It could have FRIDAY’s software and self drive! You wouldn’t have to do anything! You are getting up there in age.” You mumbled that last part.
“Screwdriver.” He said again. You rolled your eyes and handed him one. The barn was silent, only filled with the sounds of your father tinkering with the tractor. You missed Yelena. Her smile, laugh, and her touch. Even if Yelena decided she didn’t want to get back together, you wanted her back in your life in some aspect. Yelena Belova had your heart and you were fine with letting her keep it.
*
Christmas Eve; New York City, Avenger Tower
Yelena thanked the doorman with a nod and gave her winter jacket to the coat checker. It looked like the Macy Store and FAO Schwarz threw up in the Avenger’s lobby. A massive Christmas tree stood in the center of the room with a circular bar around its base. Tables were set up; already filled with people making small talk. Two different buffets and a small stage was set up, no doubt for Tony to make a speech. Yelena was feeling a little overwhelmed. “Hey.” Kate said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You good?”
“A little overwhelmed.” Yelena answered.
“That’s okay. I see America by the bar. Let’s go get a drink.” Yelena nodded. A drink, she thought. Maybe 5. She followed the archer to the bar, nodding and smiling as she passed tables. She saw the Guardians of the Galaxy laughing with the God of Thunder. The Langs were in line getting food with Carol and Kamhla. Shuri and Riri were messing with Peter and making Morgan laugh. No sign of the Barton Family or her sister for that matter. They reached the bar and Kate was quick to pull America into a hug, sneaking a kiss to the side of her head. Yelena smirked, they were cute together and it took a month of pinning for them to finally admit they had feelings for each other.
“Hi Lena.” America said. “You look hot.” Yelena blushed at the blunt compliment. Kate helped her pick out the outfit. She was wearing dark red fitted pants with a black blouse, gold jewelry accented the look.
“Thank you. I like you dress.”
“She’s trying to get back together with Y/n.” Kate said. The comment earned the archer a quick hit to the back of the head from the Russian. “Ow! What?! It’s true.” Kate exclaimed, making America giggle.
“You need to learn to keep your mouth shut.” Kate rubbed the back of her head and her eyes widened slightly.
“Maybe you should take your own advice, sestra.” Yelena tensed up from the sound of her sister’s voice.
“And that is our cue to exit stage right.” Kate said, grabbing America’s arm. She looked at Yelena. “We’ll regroup later.” Yelena nodded as America and Kate walked over to MJ and Ned. Yelena sighed and faced Natasha, who was sipping on a cosmopolitan. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Woah.” Yelena said, waving down a bartender. “They’ll make anyone a SHIELD agent these days.” She ordered a Moscow mule; simple, light, and it would do the trick. When the bartender put the glass in front of her, she took a slow sip and faced her sister. “I know I have and I’m sorry.” Yelena almost laughed at the shocked expression on her sister’s face, not expecting an apology. “I’ve been working through some stuff and it was easier to avoid you then talk about it.” Natasha’s face softened to a small smile.
“I will always be here for you, okay?” Natasha said, placing a hand behind Yelena’s neck and bringing her close so their foreheads touched. “You and me. Nothing is going to come between us.” Yelena let out a shaky breath. She was definitely going to need another drink. The red head let go of Yelena and they stood next to each other, sipping on their respective cocktails.
“Have you both made up yet?” Wanda asked, opting to stand next to the blonde instead of her girlfriend. “I swear it was like a volcano was going to erupt anytime you two were in the same room.” Yelena rolled her eyes.
“Aren’t you full of jokes.” She said, glancing at the witch. Wanda smiled, hitting her hip against Yelena’s.
“So what’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Natasha asked. Yelena sighed, taking another sip of her drink.
“I messed up on how I ended things with Y/n.” She confessed. “I ran when I should have stayed and I need to make it right with her.” She waited for the punishment, the harsh words from her sister that cared so much about you. Instead she felt Natasha’s hand on her shoulder, squeezing.
“I’m proud of you.” Wait. Hold on. Yelena looked at her.
“You aren’t mad.”
“I was at first but I understand. Years of trauma can make relationships difficult. I wasn’t the easiest either.” Wanda laughed.
“At least you didn’t sign a legal document to have the government control people like me.” The witch teased. The Accords. You spent one night talking about it with Yelena and how much it hurt. Natasha groaned.
“You will never let me live that down.” Wanda shrugged, taking her drink for the bartender. It was a Long Island Iced Tea.
“Is she here? Y/n?” Yelena questioned, looking between Natasha and Wanda. The witch nodded.
“We have a table over there.” She pointed in the direction behind the Christmas Tree. “The Bartons are there as well as Steve, Bucky, and Sam.” Yelena nodded and ordered another drink. Her heart began to beat widely in her chest. She wondered if her sister could hear it.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” She took a big sip and nodded. Her stomach was in knots, she felt sick.
“Yeah, yeah.” Yelena cleared her throat. “I’m okay. Lead the way?” Wanda gave her a small smile and headed to the direction of their table. Her heart was in her throat. Each step she took the thud of her heart pulsed against her rib cage. She saw the table right away, the new and old Captain America drew a crowd. Sam’s nephews were playing with Nathaniel. Lila was engaged in a conversation with Sarah. But Yelena’s eyes were on you and the mystery girl that was sitting a little too close to you for Yelena’s liking. You were beautiful - wearing a black dress with red accents. The mystery girl lent into you, whispering something in your ear and from here Yelena saw your cheeks blush as you giggled. Her hand rested on your thigh and you didn't flinch. Yelena stopped, frozen to the spot, and she felt her heart shatter. Wanda and Natasha noticed Yelena stopped walking and turned to face her. Her sister followed her gaze.
“Yelena.” She heard Wanda’s voice but everything seemed distant, distorted. She was foolish to think you would want to get back together with someone like her. ‘I’m not like you.’ You said to her that night. She was a killer, a monster, the enemy.
“Yelena.” That was Natasha. She shook her head and turned back around, headed back to the bar. She hoped she treated you better than she ever could because you deserve the world times two.
*
“Yelena.” You heard Natasha call out of her sister. You looked up and watched the Blonde turn around and walk away. You looked back at the hand on your thigh and your stomach turned.
“Excuse me, I’ll be right back.” You said the table, standing up.
“Hey, where are you going?” Sarah? Emily? Maddy? You had no idea what her name was and it wasn’t important. You knew she worked for SHIELD but you hated how touchy she was.
“I have to be somewhere important.” You didn’t wait for her to respond as you ran to catch up with Yelena. You pushed between Wanda and Natasha, mumbling a half ass apology. The Blonde was just out of your sight as you moved your way through the crowd. Yelena opted to go out the side door that exited through a side alley. “Yelena!” You called out. The Russian stopped slightly at the sound of her name but she still left the tower. You groaned and ran to the same door, opening it. Yelena was headed towards the street. “Yelena, please stop.” She did this time and turned around to face you. Even in the low alley light you could see tears in her eyes - your fragile heart shattered even more. “Hi.” She didn’t respond. “You look good. I like the outfit.”
“You should go back inside. It’s cold.” Her voice was strained as she was trying to keep her emotions at bay. Her accent still made you shiver.
“Not without you.” You said, holding out your hand. She didn’t take it but she closed the gap between you two. “Hi.” You said again. Gods, you sounded like an idiot but being this close to Yelena again made your brain short circuit. Yelena smirked.
“You already said that.” You blushed. The smile on Yelena’s face grew. ‘Can I hold your hand?” She asked, softly. You nodded but she still didn’t move to grab it.
“Yes.” You said. With your verbal consent, she took your hand into hers. You didn’t flinch when her cold skin came in contact with yours. The pure relief on Yelena’s face almost made you cry.
“I - we need to talk.” You nodded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Your hands fit so well together. Your hands were smooth and soft while Yelena had a few calluses and always wore rings on her fingers.
“Alright,” you whispered. “Let’s talk.”
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Sorry, this took forever! I got very into Arcane fanfiction. The final part will be up soon! This was getting really long and I wanted to use a different song!
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The Adventure of Y/N Barton and Yelena Belova
Timeline
Main Story
How it started: She By Dodie
Wanderlust: On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons / The Day and The Night by Avicii
Can we stop pretending?: Little Did You Know by Alex and Sierra
Understanding/Forgiveness: Chicken Tendies by Clinton Kane / Somebody to You by The Banners
Collateral - Almost a year after the events of their kidnapping, the group is back and ready to showcase their endgame
Drabbles
Would Anyone Care by Citizen Solider - How Natasha and Wanda started dating.
Brother (Sister) by Madds Buckley - How Yelena and our reader meet
How Do I Say Good-Bye by Dean Lewis - When the Avengers go back in time to fix the wrong that happened 5 years ago, how does our reader deal with the loss of Natasha?
Don’t Tell - After suriving the torture in Russia, the reader has to come to terms the effect the collar has on her.
Unsteady by X Ambassadors - Yelena wakes up from a nightmare and you do your best to help her through it.
A Count Down to Christmas (Hawkeye AU) - While spending time with your family, you turn on the TV to discover someone has found the Ronin outfit. You help your father clean up the mess he made and try to navigate the growing tension between you and him. Meanwhile, Natasha just wants to talk to her sister.
Slow Down by Caleb and Kelsey - You and your father finally sit down to have a much needed talk and he answers a question that has been haunting you: Why did he become the Ronin? With his answer will you be able to move on?
#The Adventure of Y/N Barton and Yelena Belova#masterlist#yelena belova x reader#yelena belova x y/n#i love yelena belova
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Collateral - Chapter 2
Masterlist
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: stalking, mention of past torture, swearing
“The nurse?” Yelena questioned. You nodded. “I’m lost.” You sighed but smiled.
“Before you found me, she got to me first,” you picked up the pager and traced the buttons and the screen. “I guess more than one group has been following me.”
“Why didn’t you tell everyone?” It was a great question and when you retold the events of the day you almost told them but her voice echoed in your head. ‘Maybe I didn’t want to be found.’
“I think she didn’t want me to,” you looked at Yelena. “Please keep this between us. We can trust her,” she gave you a pointed look as if she didn’t believe you. You grabbed her hand. “Remember she is the reason we got out of that hell hole.” Yelena nodded, rubbing her thumb across your hand. You loved the feeling of her hands. She had calluses on her fingers and was rough from fighting.
“Okay, I won’t tell anyone unless it becomes dangerous.”
“Thank you, baby,” you kissed her cheek and put the pager in your hand. “Let’s go back to bed.
“Okay,” she whispered, kissing your hand. You turned the TV off and allowed Yelena to bring you back to her room. When she opened the door, you were surprised to see Nate curled up in the middle of the bed using Fanny as a pillow. You smiled at the sight as Yelena gently closed the door, not wanting to wake up the duo. But Fanny woke up. Yelena hushed the Akita and she moved off the bed as soon as you and Yelena climbed in. Immediately, your brother searched for a new pillow.
“Whatcha doing in here, buddy?” You asked, allowing him to rest his head on you.
“Wanna sleep with you and Lena,” he mumbled, eyes still closed. “Wanna keep you safe.” You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as your heart was breaking.
“And you are doing a great job, milyy mal'chik (sweet boy),” Yelena whispered, kissing his head. “Come. Let’s get comfortable.” With a heavy sigh, Nate moved under the covers and rested his head on a pillow. Yelena turned off the side light and was cocooned between the two of you. You felt Yelena’s hands trace up and down your arms. “Hey,” she whispered, trying not to wake him again. Even though the room was dark you could see the green of her eyes. “He’s safe, you're safe,” she said. “Everyone is safe.” For how long, you wanted to say. Instead, you nodded your head and smiled.
“I love you,” you would never get tired of saying that to her.
“Love you too.”
*
“I thought Cho said to stay off your ankle,” Natasha said, putting on the punching mitts. You were stretching your legs then your arms and putting the boxing gloves on.
“She did but they aren’t going to stop because I got hurt,” you jumped slightly testing your ankle. It was stiff and a little sore but you’ve experienced worse pain. Hell Kingpin broke your arm when you fought him with Kate. That was the last time you fought and before that was Thanos. You were rusty. There was a feeling deep in your gut that you knew you would have to fight. They weren’t going to go down easily. You slapped your hands together. “So come at me,” she glared at you. “Come on Nat,” you whined. “We trained together during the Blip. What’s different now?”
“Your father is here to kill me this time,” you giggled.
“Like he could kill you,” Natasha smiled. “We can deal with that later. Come on.” She thought for a moment, tilting her head to the side. Finally, she sighed.
“Fine, but we are going to build up to it.” You excitedly nodded your head, jumping on your feet. “Let’s go.” You missed training with Natasha. During the Blip, training provided a sense of peace. It was just you and her and the entire world went quiet. The gym was filled with laughter, grunts of frustration, and so many tears. But it was you and her against the world.
Natasha held up her right hand and you hit it with your left. It went on like that - left hook, right, uppercut, and she tried to touch you but you dogged out of the way. Sweat was pouring down your back and your ankle began to hurt but you pushed on. They weren’t going to stop. They weren’t going to stop until they completed their mission so you weren’t going to stop either.
“Alright,” Natasha said. “We’ll call it there.” you fell to the floor and took the gloves off. “Not bad, kid,” Natasha sat down next to you and handed you a water bottle. The water was a cool relief. You were sloppy, slow on your reaction tie, and you didn’t have the endurance. “You did well,” she sat down next to you. “For someone you haven't trained to fight you are a natural.”
“You are just saying that to be nice,” she rolled her eyes, hitting her shoulder against yours.
“I get it,” she said, taking a sip of water. “It’s okay to sometimes feel weak,” you stared at your hands. “It’s how we can become stronger.”
“That was poetic,” you joked but before she could return with a sarcastic comment you let out a heavy sigh. “Sometimes I wish I was stronger or maybe I should have been an Avenger to help more people with this gift.”
“Or made even more enemies than this family already has,” you laughed at her dry humor. “No one is upset with you that you tried to have a ‘normal’ life,” she added to the quotations around the word normal. Nothing about your life was normal. “Avenger or not, you are still a badass.”
“Shut up,” you smiled. “You are like the ultimate badass. I don't fall into that category,” you rested your head on her shoulder. “We are gonna catch them, right?”
“Yeah, of course, we are,” she kissed the top of your head.
“Did we miss the party?” America asked. You looked up as America and Kate walked into the training room.
“I say the party just walked in,” the comment got a hit on the back of your head from Natasha. “Ouch!” You went to punch her but she grabbed onto your hand and flipped you onto your back. You landed with a groan, blinking up at the ceiling, too stunned to speak. Natasha smirked, standing over you.
“Don’t train too hard,” she tapped you playfully on the cheek and ducked underneath the ropes of the boxing ring.
“Suka,” you sat up, rubbing the back of your head.
“You’ve been practicing,” Natasha said, over her shoulder. “I’m impressed.” You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself up. America was laughing at your exchange with your godmother.
“Be quiet,” there was no real bite to your threat which caused her to laugh harder. “What are you guys up to?”
“Looking to burn off some energy,” you wiggled your eyebrows at the archer. “Ew, get your mind out of the gutter. Do you want to spar?” You thought about it, biting the inside of your cheek. The workout with Natasha was good but sparring with America and Kate would be fun.
“Sure, why not,” you finally said. “I’ll go against the winner so I have time to recover from getting my ass kicked by a deranged Russian.” The couple laughed as they walked over to the padded area.
“I’m telling her you said that.”
“She probably already knows,” you said, picking up the water bottle and joining them. They did a light warm-up and stated the rules - the winner would be determined if they could pin their opponent for 3 seconds. It was strictly hand-to-hand, and no weapons or abilities were allowed.
You assumed Kate would have the upper hand with her background in martial arts but America held her own. She was fast on her feet and could predict Kate’s next move but Kate managed to pin her. The archer kissed her girlfriend on the cheek before helping her up. You faked a gag which made Kate flip you off.
Sparring with Kate and America was something you didn’t realize you needed. Yes, it was a good workout but it was fun. Even when you landed on your back or pinned America, you were laughing and smiling. There was a weight being lifted off your shoulders.
You sat on the floor, nursing another bottle of water as you allowed your body to cool down. “I have a question,” America broke the silence, gently tapping your leg to let you know she was talking to you. You leaned back on your hands to look at her. “Your powers. Are you limited to the animals in this universe or this realm?” You sat up straighter, bringing one knee to your chest.
“What are you suggesting?”
“Like dragons or unicorns or if I give you an animal I’ve seen traveling the multiverse,” she clarified. “Or are you limited to animals that are on this Earth?” You looked at her then stared ahead. You weren’t sure or even tested it.
“I don’t know,” you said. “I normally don’t use my powers to fight and cuddling with a dragon doesn't seem ideal.” Kate laughed, shaking her head. It was hard on your parents to teach an energetic kid how to control their powers. They relied heavily on SHIELD to train you. Even then SHIELD had never seen someone like you. Your training consisted of controlling your emotions, only turning into small animals, and only using your powers when necessary.
“Maybe try something small,” America giggled. “Like Valkyries’ Warsong.”
“That’s small?!” Your eyes widened. America laughed, throwing her head back and clapping.
“Okay, okay,” she whipped a tear that fell from her eye. “Try a Niffler.” A beat of silence passed between the group. You blinked at her.
“Come again?” You questioned, looking at the archer trying to see if she could decipher what her girlfriend said. But all you got was a shrug. America groaned, grabbing her phone. It didn’t take her long to search.
“That’s a Niffler,” she said. “A fictional character from Harry Potter.” You were staring at a rodent-like creature with a long snout and a coat of black, fluffy fur. You showed Kate the phone.
“Oh! Oh! I remember it now. It’s the little nugget that likes to steal shiny objects.” You giggled, handing the phone back to America.
“So, do you think you could turn into it?” You thought about it. Truth be told, you never tried fictional creatures. You barely turned into real ones.
“I uh can try,” you stood up and pictured the creature in your mind. Taking a calming breath, you changed. You were looking up at Kate and America so you knew you were small.
“Close,” America said. Kate tilted her head to the side.
“I think she’s a platypus,” you changed back, rubbing your head and a frown edged on your face. That was new. You could always change into an animal if you thought about it.
“Alright,” you shook out your arms and legs. “Let me try again.” And you tried. Again and again. Without your failure, you couldn’t turn into the stupid Niffler. You got a groundhog, a guinea pig, and a capybara for some reason. “One,” you whipped the sweat off your forehead. “One more time.” Your chest was heaving and your arms were above your head, trying to expand your lungs to get more air in them. America and Kate exchanged a worried glance.
“Are you sure?” Kate asked. Her eyebrows were pinched together in worry.
“I’m fine,” you waved her off. “Just a little winded from the rapid switching.” You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady your beating heart. You pictured it in your mind. Black fur. Long snout. A pouch on their belly. You closed your eyes and shifted.
“You did it!” America exclaimed, picking you up. It was weird, a little disorienting, and you could smell the gold change that Kate was wearing on her neck. You jumped to the archer’s shoulder and unclipped her necklace as you jumped back on the ground.
“Give it back,” she said, as you turned back with the necklace in your hand. You laughed, tossing it back to her.
“So I guess that answers your question,” you said to America. This changed everything in how you looked at your gift. It was limitless. All you had to do was practice.
*
You were surprised to see Yelena in your room sitting on the edge of your bed. “Yes mama,” she said on the phone. She smiled at you. “She just walked in. Would you like to speak with her?” She gave you a look that screamed, ‘Help me.’ You smiled, holding out your hand. Yelena gave you the phone.
“Hi Melina,” you said.
“Medvezhonok (little bear), how are you?” She asked. “Do you need Alexei and me to come to New York?” You laughed.
“No, I think we’ll be okay but I will take you up on that.”
“Can you get away from Yelena?” The older Widow asked. You hummed, walking into the bathroom. You turned on the water to wash your hands, hoping the sound would draw out what she has to say. “How are you?” She asked again.
“Angry,” you said, adjusting the phone on your shoulder.
“I can’t say that I blame you,” Melina sighed. “Alexei and I are pushing some old contacts. Some are reluctant to talk but we have our ways.” You smiled, flashing in the mirror. Yelena was watching you, a smile on her lips that screamed how much she loved and cared for you. You smiled but images of Yelena getting hurt flashed through your mind. She was the one suspended in the air as that monster whipped her back or she was sitting in the chair as he stabbed her. You could hear her screams, and feel the pain radiating off of her. You looked away, staring at the sink.
“Let us know,” you said. “I want whoever is behind this head on a stick.”You turned off the water.
“And you’ll get it, medvezhonok (little bear),” Melina said. “Take care of yourself.”
“Always,” you promised, drying your hands and ending the call. You returned the phone to your girlfriend, kissing her on the cheek.
“I remember Cho telling you to stay off your ankle,” you bit the inside of your cheek as you walked inside your closet. You had a few options but nothing compared to your full wardrobe. You hoped they let you go shopping.
“I just needed to let out some frustration,” you grabbed a shirt you were pretty sure was Natasha’s and leggings. You walked back into your room and saw a smirk on your girlfriend’s face. “Natasha took it easy on me.”
“Of course it was Natasha,” she mumbled. She grabbed your elbow stopping you from walking back into the bathroom. You desperately needed a shower.
“If I promise to ice it, you will let me shower, please,” you pleaded. She smiled, kissing you softly.
“Are you up for some walking?” You turned your head to the side. “I talked to Sam and he agreed we can go shopping if Natasha, Wanda, and your father join us.”
“That’s amazing!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around her neck. Yelena laughed.
“I didn’t tell you the best part,” you hummed, massaging her neck. “All our shopping will go on Stark’s credit card.” You giggled.
“Let me shower and we can go,” she kissed you.
“Can I join you?” You pulled away from her but she chased after your lips. “Please, malyshka (baby girl).” You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t twist my arm, Belova.” You dragged her into the bathroom.
*
“This is weird, right?” You asked, holding onto Yelena’s arm as you were walking around the city. Natasha and Wanda were walking in front of you while Clint took up the rear. Your mom and siblings were somewhere between you and Clint. The three veteran Avengers wore the photostatic veil to hide their appearance.
“Extremely,” Yelena said. You sighed. She brought you closer, kissing the side of your head. “This won’t be forever. It’s just to keep you safe.” You nodded.
“I know,” you whispered. “I love you.”
“Love you too, moy svet (my light).
*
This was the boring part of his job but when the boss tells you to follow the daughter of Hawkeye and her Black Widow girlfriend one can’t say no. He brought his camera up and took a few pictures of the couple. Questions weren’t meant to be asked but he was curious about why they needed these photos. But like a good soldier he followed, took the pictures, and waited for his next order.
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Hello, the same anon who asked about reader’s powers during and after the kidnapping, and yeah it’s an understandable response after everything, but if you could write something like you said. Sorryyyy just a sucker for you works, don’t feel obligated or pressured please ❤️❤️
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Master List of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
Setting: this takes place before Little Did You Know
Warnings: PTSD, panic attack, the reader is feeling the affects of the collar.
Word Count: 1.9k
“Hello, Miss. Barton,” The AI said as you snuck into the tower and headed to your room. It was a room you haven’t stepped into, you didn’t need to until the pressure became too much and you needed an outlet. “Should I alert the others of your arrival?” You opened the door to your room and closed it behind you, making sure to lock it.
“No FRIDAY but thank you.” You unzipped your backpack and placed the water bottles in the mini-fridge and you put the candy and cereal bars on the nightstand. It took a lot out of you. You learned the first time to not come prepared. But you kept all of this to yourself. You placed your hands on the blanket, squeezing the fabric between your fingers. “Breath,” you mumbled. It was easier if you were calm before you let go. Finally, you stopped fighting it. You began rapidly switching between different animals. Similar to Wanda, your powers were linked to your emotions. It happened a lot when you were younger as you were still learning to control your abilities. But now that horrible collar was to blame for this rapid switching. You didn’t concentrate on the type of animals, you let your feelings dictate it. Soon it stopped. You collapsed onto the bed. The adrenaline and fear that the collar mimicked left your body. You felt exhausted, tired, and sore. You dragged yourself to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles. You downed the first bottle and leaned against the bed. Slowly, you ate the cereal bar and placed the other water bottle against your forehead.
“Miss. Barton,” the AI’s voice seemed far away and distorted. “If I may, the medical team could assist you with your problem.” Exactly. It was your problem. Not anybody else; your problem.
“I don’t need your help or anyone else's. So stay out of it.” You snapped. You opened the chocolate bar and bit into it angrily. The only noise was your chewing. You weren’t angry at the AI but at yourself. “I’m sorry FRIDAY. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” You apologized.
“It’s alright, Miss. Barton. I’m used to Mr. Stark’s frustration as well.” You smiled but it didn’t last long until it faded and shame washed over you. This gift, this power was something you’ve had your entire life, why couldn’t you control it? You were so tired of feeling weak.
*
“Can I ask you a question?” Dr. Gomez asked as she set a cup of tea next to you. You nodded, not looking up from the puzzle you were working on. “Do you know how you got your powers?” You moved the puzzle piece between your fingers. You were a mutant by classification which meant you had the X-Gene.
“We think my parents have a dominant X-Gene but their cells turned off that specific gene,” you explained to the doctor. You did a lot of research as a kid. “A long string of DNA can compress so right it becomes inaccessible. As their first born it decompressed.” The doctor nodded, sitting next to you. She picked up a puzzle piece and placed it in the correct spot.
“Were your siblings jealous?” You remembered a fight that broke out between you and Cooper. He claimed that your parents favored you because you were different. As you both got older, he saw how isolated you were. He didn’t mind being normal.
“Cooper was but not anymore,” You told her. You looked up. “You’ve asked more than one question by the way.” She smiled. You blew on the tea and took a sip.
“It’s kind of my job to ask questions.” You couldn’t fault her for that. “Do you see it as a gift or a burden?” She asked.
“Both,” you answered without hesitation. It was useful when you fought Thanos and the Tracksuits with Kate and your father. You used it to make people smile around you. But it puts a target on your back. It was a weakness that others could take advantage of. “I’m still feeling the effects of the collar.” You admitted. “It’s like a pressure that builds me because my body thinks I’m still in danger.”
“Have you told anyone about this?” You shook your head. “The longer you hold on to the glass of water the heavier the glass becomes until you can no longer go on,” You knew it was a metaphor to tell you to open up to those around you.
“I just need some time to get this under control. Is there anything you can do to help?” You asked. The doctor sighed.
“I can prescribe you a prescription but only for 2 weeks. Got it?” You nodded.
“Thank you, Dr. Gomez.”
*
You walked into the kitchen to find Yelena up and cooking breakfast. “Morning, dorogoy.” She said, looking over her shoulder.
“Morning,” you said, opening the fridge and taking out the orange juice. You poured two glasses for you and Yelena.
“Kate said you are meeting her at the dog park.” The mention of the park caused the American Aikta to leave her dog bed and walk over to you.
“Yeah,” the archer has been begging you to hang out. It was getting to the point where she was going to drag you out of your apartment. “Are you headed to the tower?” Yelena nodded.
“Natasha and I were trying to find a lead to the group that kidnapped us.” You nodded as she placed an omelet in front of you.
“Be safe, please.” She smiled, kissing your cheek. You stopped your body from flinching away from her touch.
“Always.”
*
“It’s good to see you,” Kate said as she let Lucky off his leash. The golden retriever ran over to Fanny immediately. You smiled, their friendship was cute. The archer sat down next to you on the bench. “How have you been?”
“Tired,” Each night your mind brought you back into that cell. You flinched every time Yelena touched you and your powers were draining you. “How’s Avenger business?” Kate shrugged.
“Busy. It seems like every bad guy wants to pop up.” You smiled. “Everyone misses you.” That you knew. Yelena liked to mention that every night. Deep down you missed them but it was harder to keep up the mask with so many superheroes around. You sighed.
“I know I’m still trying to get my head on straight after everything.” You knew the archer understood. She disappeared after the events last Christmas. “Enough about me. Lena told me you had a crush on a new Avenger.” You teased the girl. Kate blushed. She told you all about America. It was nice spending time with her. You forgot how easy it was to hang out with her. But you still felt on edge. The dog park had three other families. The nearby traffic was causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. You tried to focus on Kate but something was wrong. A loud pop filled the park followed by tires screeching and a crash. It was a car accident down the street. Kate stood up.
“I’m going to see if I can help.” She took off in the direction of the accident. The pressure began to build inside of you. The pop sounded too much like a gunshot. You squeezed your eyes close and opened them. The green grass faded into concrete. You touched your neck and felt the metal collar.
“No,” you mumbled. “No.” You couldn’t release it. Not here. You went through your bag and pulled out the pill bottle Dr. Gomez prescribed for you. You took the pill dry. The pounding in your head stopped and the concrete ground turned back to grass with Kate standing in front of you.
“Hey, are you with me?” She asked. You licked your dry lips.
“Yeah,” you said. “Is everyone okay?” She didn’t look like she believed you. The archer nodded.
“Police are on the scene. I’m letting them handle it,” She said. “Are you sure you're okay?” You nodded.
“I’m good but I’m a little hungry. Do you want to go get food?” You stood up whistling for Fanny.”
“Sure,” she said slowly. Breathe, you told yourself, breathe and put your mask back on.
*
You were staring up at the ceiling, slowly eating a cereal bar. Because of the medication, the rapid switching wasn’t as common but sometimes you just needed to let it out. You were waiting for your heartbeat to return to normal before you took a shower. The last thing you needed was to pass out in the shower. A knock on your door surprised you. You slowly sat up and stared at the door. Maybe it was a mistake. No one knew you were here. Another knock. “I know you are in there.” It was Wanda. You stood up and walked over to the door. Before you opened it, you closed your mind to the witch. You did not need her to go through your mind. You opened the door. She smiled at you. “Can I come in?” You wanted to say no but you stepped out of the way and she walked in. You closed the door as she sat down on the bed.
“How did you know I was here?” You asked, crossing your arms against your chest.
“Why did you come here without telling us?” She countered. You glared at her. “FRIDAY told me you were here.” You had half the mind to tell Tony to deactivate the AI. She patted the space next to her. You sighed, sitting down. “Do you want to talk about anything?” She asked. You shook your head.
“There is nothing to talk about.” She hummed, nodding.
“HYDRA wasn’t the only one to use the collar,” she told you. “The RAFT used it on me as well.” She looked at you but you couldn’t look at her. “Did Nat tell you what happened when they took it off?” You shook your head. It was a time Natasha didn’t like to talk about. “I lost control and hurt her.” Your head snapped to look at her. “They didn’t know what the collar did so my powers needed an outlet.”
“How did you get them under control?” You asked. “Hypothetically speaking.” She smiled.
“I wasn’t afraid of myself.” She said. “I wasn’t afraid of the power and Vision helped me a lot too.” You missed him but you weren’t afraid of the power.
“Thanks, Wanda but I’m fine.” She smiled.
“Of course. Just giving you some advice.” Wanda stood up. “I’ll keep this meeting our little secret.” You gave her a small smile.
“Thank you.” She left you alone with your thoughts. But Wanda was onto something you were afraid of being weak.
*
“Same time on Tuesday.” Dr. Gomez said, opening the door for you.
“Yup. See you then,” you turned to leave but stopped suddenly. “Wait, Dr. Gomez,” you turned back to face the doctor. “I don’t need these anymore.” You took the pill bottle out of your pocket and handed it to her. She looked at the pills.
“What changed?” The doctor asked.
“I got some advice from a friend,” you told her. “What were they by the way?” She smiled, putting the pill bottle in her pocket.
“Placebos.” Your eyes widened in shock.
“What? You gave me placebos?!” You questioned. She nodded.
“You’ve fought every battle with the use of your powers,” she said. “This is one battle those gifts can’t help you. Your mind is going to be your greatest advantage and your greatest threat. We have to train it to help you and from what I’m seeing you are doing just fine.”
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Chapter 2 - A team is formed
Chapter 2 of Coutdown to Christmas// The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova
Warning: cannon violence, jealousy, Clint and reader still have issues
Word Count: 6.9k
Hangover, Germany
“Take care of yourself and call me back, please.” Yelena listened to the voicemail her sister left for the 5th time before turning her phone off and looking back out the window of her safe house. She was hired to watch and observe the assistant of a politician, who apparently was selling secrets to the other side. In the end, she’d have to kill him but that was part of the job she didn’t like to think about. Her life was a complicated mess which in turn meant her emotions were all over the place. So to get her emotions in check, she buried herself into work and accepted every mission Valentine gave her. It was easier to run away instead of face her problems, at the moment her problem was her sister.
She mourned and grieved for her sister. In the week when Natasha was ‘dead’ she became a person that Natasha wouldn’t be proud of. Yelena was a master of running away from her problems instead of facing them. ‘I’d love to see you there. I know I’m not the only one.’ Deep down, Yelena missed everyone. She missed her sister, Wanda, Steve, and you. Every time you called and left a voicemail, she deleted it. If you told her to come back, she’d leave any mission no matter the consequences. That was something else she had to figure out. But she wasn’t ready to come back. She wasn’t sure when she’d be ready.
*
New York City
“I’m Kate Bishop,” The girl finally answered. She was gasping for air. You put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down. The last thing you needed was her to pass out.
“You’re a kid,” Clint said. You rolled your eyes. “My God.” He looked back to where the fight took place. “How did you get this suit?”
“I-” she began to gasp for air again. In coming sirens echoed the quiet New York City night.
“We gotta get you out of here.” Clint said. His sudden urgency was sending the girl further into panic. You gave him a look.
“Kate,” you using her name forced her to look away from your father to you. “Do you live near here?” She nodded.
“Yeah, I live just…”
“Okay,” Clint cut her off, he picked up part of the suit that fell and put it in her hands. “Take this.” She held onto it tight. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Kate said. That was up from some debate. You helped her walk out of the alley. “I saw a dead body.” She confessed.
“We’ll talk about that when we get you someplace safe.” You told her as the initial shock left you at what she said. Clint glanced at you. This was wild, you thought.
*
“Where did you learn to fight like that?” You asked Kate. She was able to walk on her own. You were impressed with her fighting skills for a random girl in New York.
“I started taking martial arts when I was five,” she answered.
“Wow. So like a year ago?” Clint joked, pulling you and Kate close to him as a guy walked past you.
“Is he assessing threats?” She asked you. “Is that what you’re doing?” You rolled your eyes, pushing away from him.
“He’s doing something,” You mumbled. “He’s constantly looking for things that are suspicious or weird.” It was your entire life, every public outing his head would be on a swivel. It became rather annoying. Clint sighed, shaking his head.
“We’re here,” she pointed to the apartment door next to a pizza place. It was probably the most New Yorker thing. “You know some people have called me the world’s greatest archer.”
“Are you one of those people?” Clint asked. Kate pinched her lips together, her head turned to the side.
“Well uh yes.” She stuttered. You smiled.
“It’s great to believe in yourself,” you said. “Is the pizza good?” You asked, pointing to the shop. Kate nodded.
“Yeah it’s great. They sometimes give me free pizza.” You’ve lived in New York for so long but it was impossible for you to try all the pizza places.
“Can we open the door?” Clint asked. You nodded and unlocked the door. Your father held it open so Kate and you could walk in. He gave you a look, silently telling you to cut it out. You held up your hands in surrender and climbed the stairs two at a time to catch up with Kate. When Kate opened her apartment door, you immediately locked on the gold retriever next to a destroyed pizza box. You gasped and knelt down in front of the dog. His head rested on your lap as you scratched his ears. “Some guard dog you got there.” Clint said.
“He’s not my dog,” you looked up at Clint.
“This is the dog she saved.” You told him. You looked around her apartment as Kate set her stuff down on the table. “Nice place you got here.” It was a studio apartment with a loft area where you assumed her bed was.
“Thanks,” Kate said. “I inherited it.”
“What are you 18?” Clint asked. You rolled your eyes.
“I’m 22.” Well that made you feel really old. You couldn’t imagine how your father was feeling. You stole a glance at him and he cringed. You hid your laughter in the dog’s fur.
“You wanna get the vest off, so we can get going?” He asked. Kate looked down at her clothes and licked her lips. She nodded.
“Yeah I’ll..I’ll be right there.” She went to walk up a flight of stairs. The dog followed her. You stood up, feeling your bones as you walked over to the makeshift target practice she had.
“Where did you get the suit?” Your father asked.
“Black Market Auction.” You glared at him as he walked over to you.
“Did they not teach you how to clean up after yourself at SHIELD?” You hissed. He ignored your question and asked Kate another. You blocked it out as you picked up one of her trophies. It was a first place trophy at a state level archery competition. The whole self was covered in trophies for archery, karate, and even fencing. The sound of Kate walking down the stairs brought you back to reality and you put the trophy down.
“So uh now that I have answered all of your questions,” she was wearing an all purple tracksuit and holding a bow and the Ronin suit. “I have so many for you. Starting with, can you sign my bow?” You smiled as Clint took the suit and set it down.
“I’m not done yet.”
“Well when you are, can you sign my bow? You’re kind of my favorite Avenger.” You chuckled at the shocked expression on your father’s face.
“Awe, that’s so cute.” You pinched his cheeks and he swatted your hand away. You had to admit, the girl had an eventful night. She faced the Tracksuit Mafia, found her mom’s fiance's uncle (that was a mouthful) dead body, and met her favorite Avenger. Hell of a night. You soon felt it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Something was wrong.
“Guys,” Clint looked at you. “We have company.”
“Hey, Kate Bishop!” A voice yelled out the window.
“My name’s on the buzzer.” She admitted.
“Get down.” Clint said, grabbing onto Kate and bringing her to the ground.You ducked as the molotov cocktail broke through the window. The floor of Kate’s apartment erupted into flames. You and Clint ran to the window to see a circle of Tracksuits. One kissed the molotov and threw it. Clint pushed you out of the way. You fell to the ground and watched him break the glass, catch the flaming bottle, and throw it back.
“Impressive,” you said. He helped you up as Kate stood on the stairs behind you and sent an arrow out the window, skimming Clint’s head.
“Told ya.” She smirked.
“Yeah, yeah.” The fire was spreading. You felt the heat on your face. “I need to get to that suit.” Kate nocked an arrow and aimed at the fire extinguisher. The arrow hit it and flew up in the air, hitting the ceiling, the opposite wall, and towards the window. You ducked as it broke through the glass.
“Sorry,” Kate said. The sprinklers over head turned on to try to battle the flames. “My home. All of my stuff.”
“Just grab the dog and go.” They stood up and ran up the stairs. You stayed put and stared at the suit. “Y/n, come on.”
“I can get it,” you said, looking at him. “I can get the suit.” He shook his head, grabbing onto your arm.
“It’s too dangerous. Leave it. We’ll come back for it.” You let him drag you up the stairs and you watched the flames build around the suit. Kate was at the fire escape helping the golden retriever out the window. You were grateful for your high body temperature when you stepped out the window and into the winter air. Sirens were coming as you jumped down onto the sidewalk. Kate held tight onto the dog’s leash as you followed Clint down the street and towards the subway.
“Where are we going?” Kate asked.
“Getting further away from those people trying to kill you.” Clint said.
“Cool, alright, and after that?” She questioned.
“We need supplies.” You said. Your body was hurting as the adrenaline of the night was wearing off.
“Like Avenger supplies.” She said with a smile as she looked between you and Clint.
*
You grabbed a carton of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and found Kate and Clint in the medical supply aisle. You slipped your ice cream into this basket. “So what’s the plan now? Let me guess. We’re going to your safe house?”
“We could go to my apartment.” You said, grabbing some gauze and throwing it in the basket. Clint shook his head.
“The apartment is in your name. It’s too dangerous.”
“Technically it’s my fake name?” You countered.
“You have a fake name?!?” You nodded, smiling.
“I mostly use it when we don’t want people knowing I’m related to him.” You told her. For the beginning of your college career, you used it, and it was how you got the internship at Stark Industries without anyone knowing you were Clint’s daughter.
“That is so cool!” Kate exclaimed. “What about the Avenger’s tower?” The mention of the tower caused Clint to freeze. But he recovered quickly as he placed some bandages in the basket.
“Tony sold that a few years ago.” He told her. It wasn’t a total lie. Tony sold the tower right before the Blip. He and Sam were in the process of getting the tower back while a new compound was being built.
“That is sad on so many levels.” You followed Clint to the register. There was one person ahead of you. The dog licked Clint’s hand.
“What is it? What do you want?” He asked, looking down at the golden and pulling his hand away.
“Dogs can sense stress,” you said, petting the dog. “Maybe you are the problem.” Clint ignored you.
“I gotta find a place to stash you,” he said, glancing at Kate. “So we can recover the suit and clean up your mess.” You bite your lip. The suit would be with you if he let you grab it. You kept your mouth shut. Your father didn’t seem in the mood for your snarky comments. “Hi. How are you? Merry Christmas.” He said, placing the basket on the counter.
“I actually know a place about 10 blocks away,” Kate said. “Would a bag of money know a place?”
*
Kate picked the lock of the apartment and opened the door. You scrunched your nose as you enter the apartment. “Are there cats in here?”
“More like cat hair,” she lead you into the kitchen. You and Clint dropped off the plastic bags on the small table.
“I need you both to clean your wounds. Use this.” He was frantically pulling first aid supplies out of the bag. “Use soap, this, and disinfect it. I’m going back to your apartment to get that suit and then we can go home.” He headed to the front door.
“Woah, wait,” you said, following him. “You want me to stay here.” He nodded.
“Here it is safe. I’ll be quick.”
“This wouldn’t need to happen if you just let me grab it but no now you get to go off and be the hero.” You said as he opened the door. He stared at you.
“Stay here.” He ordered, closing the door. You locked it and rested your head on the door. The apartment was filled with tension. With a sigh, you turned around and watched Kate walk over to the freezer.
“So,” she said. “Are you hungry?” She opened the freezer and took out a frozen pizza. You didn’t expect her to place it on her forehead. You smiled, walked over to her and sat down. You cleaned the cuts on your knuckles, hissing at the feeling. Kate sat in front of you.
“Here, let me help you.” You poured some disinfection on the cotton ball and moved your chair next to the young girl. You cleaned the cut on her face. She hissed and you blew on the cut you just cleaned.
“Neat trick.” You moved your chair back to the original spot as she put bandaids on the cut.
“My godmother taught me that,” you told her. You missed Natasha. You’ve only seen her a handful of times in the year since everyone came back from the Blip. You were avoiding home and she was recovering.
“Are you okay?” Kate asked. You looked up at her.
“Bishop Securities,” you said, instead of answering the girl’s questions. You remembered the guy calling her ‘Kate Bishop’ before her apartment went up in flames. “So your mother must be Eleanor Bishop and you are the heir to Bishop Securities.” You knew you recognized the girl. You applied to their internship program but you didn’t make it past the first round which led you to working at Stark Industries. “How does it feel to one day inherit one of the best security companies?” Kate didn’t respond, placing the pizza box back on her head.
“Is Clint your favorite Avenger?” She asked instead. You smiled as she mirrored your own tactic of asking a question instead of answering.
“No, he isn’t.” Once upon a time he was. “My godmother is.” You knew her unasked question. “Natasha Romanoff.” Her face changed, almost to sadness.
“Is it true?” She asked. “That she’s dead.” Your stomach dropped. You saw the rumors of your godmother’s death online as she was focusing on her recovery instead of Avenging.
“That is a complicated answer,” you said, standing up to fill a glass with water. “The simple answer is no. She’s alive just recovering.” You downed the glass and filled it again. You turned to face the young archer. “Did you get Bliped?” She shook your head.
“Did you?” It was your turn to shake your head.
“My mom and siblings but Clint and I did not.” Before she could offer a respond, her phone began to ring. She gave you a smile before walking to the couch. You sighed, as the door opened and Clint walked in. You noticed he didn’t have the suit. “Any luck?” You asked. He shook his head. Well, that would be so easy.
“I have a lead.” He dropped his bag down and sat at the kitchen table.
“Hey,” Kate said. Clint nodded at her greeting. “Gotta go. Love you.” She hung up, taking her headphones out of her ear.
“When did everyone start saying ‘I love you’ to everyone all the time?” Clint asked.
“That was my mom,” she said. “And when did your heart shrink three times?” You smiled, leaning on the kitchen counter with your arms crossed.
“Fun fact his heart has always been that size.” He rolled his eyes sitting down as Kate walked over with the pizza box still on her forehead.
“It was actually when little girls in ninja costumes steal our Christmas.” He said. He was so focused on the medical supplies that he missed the look on her face. You shook your head. Clint looked up as Kate got closer. “What?” He questioned.
“Multitasking,” she said. “Reducing swelling and thawing out Pizza Dog’s breakfast.” You looked at the girl.
“Pizza dog?” You said. “That is what you're naming him.” She shrugged, sitting down in front of your father.
“It’s more like a title of nobility like Earl of Sandwich.” You laughed.
“How’s your wound?” Kate sat up straighter at the change of conversation and took the pizza box off her forehead.
“It’s alright. It still hurts a little bit.” Clint looked at her forehead.
“Oh shit,” he said, sighing. “Did you clean it?”
“I did.” You said. He looked at you and moved his chair to sit next to her.
“You did it all wrong. Let me fix it, okay?” She nodded. “I’m just gonna rip this off like a band-aid. 1,” he ripped it off. Kate let out a pained groan. “I’m going to clean this up. You don’t want to get this infected, it will ruin your week.” You looked down at your hands, at the cuts and bruises on your knuckles. Your sides hurt from when the man tossed you off. But he didn’t ask about your own wounds. Jealousy was rearing its ugly head. You let out a shaky breath and took another sip of water, trying to push down the emotion.
“How’s my place?” Kate asked.
“Cripsy.” You smiled, walking over to the couch. Your phone vibrated as you sat down. You took it out and stared at the text message from your sister. ‘Where did you and dad go?’ Your fingers hovered over the buttons but you didn’t know what to say.
“I would offer to buy you a hotel cause from certain angles, I know this looks like my fault,” you set your phone down and turned to look into the kitchen. “But my mom canceled my credit cards due to the whole clock tower.” This was not her fault. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“It’s not necessary,” Clint said. “We’ll only be a second.” He smiled. Kate nodded.
“Okay uh thank you for..” she turned around. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Good night Kate.” She waved to you and headed to the bedroom. The door closed. Clint joined you, sitting in the arm chair. “This isn’t her fault.” You said. Clint sighed, pulling his phone out.
“I know.”
“Then stop being a dick to her.” He looked up but didn’t say anything. You stood up and looked over his shoulders. He googled NYC Larpers. Their instagram page popped up. You immediately saw a picture of someone wearing the Ronin suit.
“Oh man.” Clint mumbled.
“I’m guessing when you became the Ronin you didn’t expect to see it on an Instagram page.” You joked.
“What the hell is larping?” He asked as the video began to play. You shrugged.
“I’m not sure. I think it’s like cosplaying. Lila texted me.” He nodded.
“She texted me too.” He opened the message between her and him. ‘On our way!’ He sent. The golden retriever walked over to you and placed his head on Clint’s leg. “Why do I feel like If I send you home you’ll find a way back here?” He asked, looking at you. You smiled.
“You're learning. Besides, mom wants us to spend time together. This will be a perfect opportunity.”
*
“Guys, where is Nate?” You heard your father ask. You held your little brother in your arms as you walked out of the hotel lobby.
“Must I do everything,” you said, setting him down and he ran over to Clint. You walked over to the car that was taking your siblings to the airport. “Don’t lose them.” You told Cooper. He glared at you.
“You're just upset that I’m incharge.” You rolled your eyes, ruffling his hair.
“The only reason you're in charge is because I’m staying.” You walked across the front of the car to join Lila on the sidewalk.
“What’s going on?” She asked you. “Why are you and dad staying in New York? Should we be worried?” You smiled.
“Just some Avenger stuff.” you lied. “I have to watch his back. You know how he gets in his old age.” The jab at your father’s age didn’t bring a smile to your sister’s face.
“Who is going to watch your back?” She asked. The question stumped you as you weren’t expecting her to ask it. Clint joined you, ushering Lila towards the car. “I really thought you both would be home for Christmas.” She said.
“Hey,” Clint said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “We’ll be home for Christmas.”
“Promise?” She said, looking at you. You nodded, unable to find your voice. She looked back at Clint.
“I promise.” he pulled her into a hug. “I said Coop’s in charge, he’s not.” He ended the hug and looked at her. “You’re in charge.” Lila smiled. “Look after these boys.” You gave her a quick hug.
“Please come safe.” She mumbled. You nodded. Ever since she came back from the Blip, Lila worried when the family separated. She feared that someone wouldn’t come back again.
“Merry Christmas.” You said, letting her go.
“Keep your word.” She said, getting into the car.
“We will, we will.” Clint closed the door. “Be safe. Text us when you get home. I love you.”
“Bye dad, bye Y/n.” Nathaniel said, waving. You waved back. The driver got into the car as a chorus of goodbyes continued. You and Clint watched the car drive away. His smile fell as the car was out of sight.
“Come on,” you said. “We have a promise to keep.”
*
You walked into the apartment. Kate was watching the news. They were reporting on the death of Armand Ducane and witnesses saw a mysterious figure leaving the scene. “So much for no one seeing you.” You said, walking up behind her. Kate turned around.
“The mysterious figure matches the description from the black market action,” the newscaster continues. “These two events have police officials wondering if the Ronin has returned to New York City and what he may do next.” You grabbed the remote and muted the television.
“Wait..they think that I..that I’m that vigilante?” She asked, looking at you and Clint. He leaned on the back of the couch as you sat down in the arm chair.
“It’s been less than 24 hours and you’ve been on the news twice. Impressive.” You chuckled. “I told you that the suit was bad news.” Bad news was probably not the way you would describe it. Cursed. Damned. Doomed.
“Clint, I have to go.” She said, standing up to face your father.
“Uh no, no, no.” he said. You had to admit the kid was stubborn. You pulled out a tennis ball from your bag and passed it between your hands. “That is the last you need to do. Let’s not forget the Tracksuit guys trying to kill you twice yesterday. We,” he pointed to himself and you. “Are going to find this suit and until we do, you’re gonna stay put.”
“Not showing up to work is not safe.” She wasn’t wrong. You’ve heard that Eleanor Bishop was one mean woman. “If I say put my mother is gonna come and find me. She owns a security company. It’s literally the safest place I can go.” You sighed, standing up.
“She’s right. Her mother owns Bishop Securities. If the tracksuits found her apartment then they could find her here.” Clint sighed, looking down at his backpack.
“How do you know this?” He asked.
“I didn’t get the internship at her mom’s company.”
“Probably for the best honestly.” Kate mumbled.
“Fine, go get change. You look ridiculous.” The brunette looked down at the gray coat she was wearing. She walked off, muttering about if she could find anything to wear. “Don’t,” Clint said, pointing at you. You put your hands up.
“I didn’t say anything.”
*
After you walked Kate to Bishop Securities and had an awkward goodbye, you and Clint walked to Central Park. “So,” you said, paying for a hot chocolate and continuing on your way. “Once we get the suit, are we just bouncing back to Iowa and being done with New York?”
“One step at a time,” he told you. “But we need to tell the tracksuits that Kate isn’t Ronin.”
“By telling them that you are?” You questioned. He glared at you.
“I was thinking that the Ronin is gone, dead.” You hummed. “I’m not gonna throw her to the wolves.”
“You have a track record of it,” you mumbled. You weren’t thrown to the wolves. You were thrown to Natasha while she was struggling with her guilt and tried to keep the world from falling apart. He pulled out his phone to verify the location of this event. You sighed. “What are the odds he just gives us the suit?” You asked.
“Not high odds,” he said. “Come on.” You quickened your pace as the NYC Lapers sign came into view. “There he is.” He pointed to the man wearing the Ronin suit.
“Uh hey. There’s no looky-loos.” A woman with two braids approached you.
“We’re not trying to cause any trouble,” Clint said. “We just wanna talk to that ninja, right here?” She turned around to look at the direction he was pointing.
“He stole that suit.” You added, hoping it would help the situation. She looked back at you.
“You can take that up with him when the LARP is over,” she must have seen the confusion on your face. “The Live Action Role Play. This, you know…this whole thing.”
“When is it over?” Clint asked.
“Midnight.” She replied. Damn. This was a whole commitment. You were mildly impressed.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna work.” He took a step forward but you put a hand up stopping him.
“We would like to sign up,” You said with a smile. “If there are spots still available.” The shift in conversation took the larper (you weren’t sure what to call her) and your father by surprise. The woman in front of you recovered quickly.
“Of course. Check in is right this way,” she walked back towards the entrance.
“What are you doing?” Clint asked.
“Problem solving. Now come on.” You dragged your stunned father to the check in tent. You stood in front of a table with Christmas decorations, a metal helmet, and a sign that said ‘Weapons Check.’ The woman sitting down behind the table handed your father a clipboard and he immediately tossed it to you. “Rude.” You said, looking at the form. It was a simple form; name, phone number, email, and an emergency contact. You filled it out quickly and handed it back.
“So, your scroll details your characters’ mission,” she handed you a scroll. You looked it over. This was official. “Beginners get one free hit. If you get hit in the torso, it’s fatal.”
“Oh,” Clint said, opening his scroll. “So violent.”
“Just watch what everyone is doing and have fun.”
“What do we do with this?” He asked, holding up his scroll.
“That’s what you live by.” The woman with braids deadpanned. You and your father stole a look at one another.
“Right,” you said, slowly. “Uh, thank you.”
“And here are your armaments.” You were handed fake armor and Clint was handed a sword while she gave you a bow. You groaned, not missing the amused look on Clint’s face.
“This seems like a little more your speed.” You said as you walked away from the table.
“Hell no this may be the only time I see you holding a bow.” You rolled your eyes, putting your armor on. “This doesn’t fit right.” He said, tightening the straps on his chest plate.
“I think this is great.” You put on your own armor and took your phone out to take a quick selfie. “What?” You questioned when you noticed Clint staring at you. He shook his head, looking at where the Ronin suit was. You snapped a picture of him when he wasn’t looking.
“We just have to make our way through this,” he swung his sword as he motioned to the large group of larpers in front of you.
“Right. Without getting hit in the chest,” you didn’t miss the way Clint sighed and shook his head. “What? I’m just following the rules. I don’t think I was given the best weapon for close combat.”
“I really don’t like you.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his words. You merely shrugged your shoulders and entered the battlefield. You’ve only fought a handful of times; against Ultron at the tower, Thanos at the compound, and the Tracksuit Mafia. But you’ve been trained. You grew up with a Black Widow as a godmother. She made sure you could handle yourself. So fake fighting with a bunch of adults was an experience. You dogged attacks from fake weapons and pretended to pull back arrows to take out the people around you. You made it through and turned to watch Clint. You took out your phone to record him fighting. “Delete that.” He said, pointing his sword at you.
“Not a chance.” You put your phone away and turned to face the ‘Ronin’.
“Oh whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “I’m a viking. I’m really a viking.” Whatever he said made no sense to you.
“I really don’t care.” Clint said in front of you lowered the mask.
“Wait a minute. Aren’t you Hawkeye?” He asked. “And you are?” You waved your hand.
“Not important,” you said with a smile. “Look we really don’t want to cause a scene out of respect to this but he’s,” you pointed to your father. “Running out of patience.”
“So,” Clint continued. “You have two choices. I could take this pretend sword and you pretend to die and I take that suit or I’m gonna real punch you, you’re gonna real fall down, and I take that suit.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Or you let me kill you then I give you the suit.” He countered. So, that was how you found yourself in a circle with your father, the woman with braids, and the ‘Ronin’ in the center. She was introducing the fight as whoever wins takes the suit.
“Oh this is going to be amazing,” you chuckled, taking out your phone to record the fight. The crowd started to cheer as the fight began and a man was mimicking the wounds of swords hitting. They were selling it well as if this entire fight wasn’t staged. Their swords clashed in the middle and the ‘Ronin’ slashed your father across the chest. You joined the crowd as they cheered for the victor as Clint fell to his knees. He looked up at you and flipped off the camera. The ‘Ronin’ walked over to him and helped him up. You followed him to a few hay bales and sat next to him. His armor was already off. “That was fun,” you said, taking your own armor off.
“Yeah sure.” He said, standing up when the man came back with the Ronin suit.
“Noble Mayor of Westland. Thank you.” Clint took the suit and put it in his backpack. “I shall be regaling my countrymen with this tale for many years.”
“As shall I.” You said, holding up your phone.
“You can call me Clint and this is my daughter, Y/n.” You held out your hand for him to shake. He seemed stunned to be on first name bases with an Avenger and his daughter. “Can you take to the front?” He asked. “Can’t have that on my credit card.”
“They will charge you,” he laughed. “No, but, seriously, thank you. I owe one. This has been like the best day of my life.” You smiled as Clint put on the backpack.
“I can’t say the same thing.” Your father deadpanned.
“I mean, come on. You did have fun, right?” He asked.
“I had a blast.” You said. Clint sighed.
“I’m glad I did it.” He said. “Merry Christmas.” They fist-pumbed.
“You too, Clint and Y/n.” You waved as you followed Clint out of the larpers camp. “Oh I’m Grills.”
“Nice to meet you, Grills.” You said. Once you and Clint were away from the event, he looked at you.
“You better now show that video to anyone.” He said. Your smile got bigger.
“In your dreams. I’m sending it to everyone,” You told him. “Starting with Nat.”
*
Iowa; Barton Homestead
Natasha smiled as she got out of the car and closed the door of her rental car. She missed this place. She missed the people. The front door opened and Laura was standing there. It was a strange occurrence as it was usually the kids that greeted them. Wanda took her hand and the couple walked up to the porch. “How was the trip?” Laura asked, hugging the Black Widow.
“Good, I slept most of the way.” She said as Laura hugged her girlfriend.
“I’m glad,” Laura smiled. “You are just in time for gingerbread construction.” She held open the door to her home and they walked in. Immediately, the sound of laughter and Christmas music filled the air. Natasha smiled at the sight of Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel around the kitchen island decorating gingerbread houses. Her smile faltered as she noticed two members of the family missing. Natasha looked at the mother of 4, asking a silent question. Where are they? But Laura shook her head. Instead she set her bag down and joined the table. She stood behind Lila and put her finger in the icing and whipped in on the girl’s face. Lila shrieked and pushed the Black Widow away.
“Nat!” Lila whined, wiping it off her face. Wanda walked over to Cooper and took a piece of candy off from his roof, eating it.
“Wanda! We are having a competition,” he said. “That piece was very important.”
“That’s what you get for not coming to greet us.” Natasha laughed. Lila smiled.
“Merry Christmas,” Lila said, hugging the Black Widow. Natasha held the girl tight. “Now come on, you can help me win.”
“No fair!” Nathaniel said.
“It’s okay,” Wanda smiled. “I’ll help you and your brother.” Natasha looked at Laura who had a sentimental smile on her face. She nodded letting Natasha know she’s okay. Over the years, the Black Widow and Laura learned to speak with each other without having to say words. She wasn’t okay but Natasha let it go as she focused on Lila’s gingerbread house.
Until her phone went off, she whipped off her hands and picked it up. “Hi hon,” she said, walking into the dining room. Natasha heard Lila sigh.
“What’s up, kiddo?”
“Y/n and dad are still in New York for Avenger business.” Natasha looked at Wanda, who was already looking at her. Avenger business? They didn’t hear about any Avenger activity in New York. Natasha smiled at Lila.
“They have help in New York so they’ll be okay,” she squeezed the girl’s shoulder and walked over to Laura, sitting down next to her.
“How’s the problematic wardrobe?” She asked. Problematic wardrobe? Natasha kept her face neutral. Ronin. “Jesus, not those idiots.” Laura continued. “Well, you guys have 5 days to keep that promise.” She looked back into the kitchen. “Nah, it’s okay. You’d slow us down. What’s the play?” A pause. “Nice, one of Nat’s old moves.” Laura smiled at the Black Widow. “Yeah, her and Wanda just got here. Can I talk to Y/n?” She asked. Laura moved the phone to her other ear so Natasha could hear. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hi mom, hi Nat.” You said. Natasha heard your footsteps as you were walking away from your father.
“How are you?” You sighed.
“I’m fine, just some cuts and bruises. I’ve been hurt worse fighting with Cooper.” Natasha chuckled. She’s seen some of those fights.
“You could have come home,” Laura said. “You didn’t have to help him.” You were silent as you let your mother’s words sink with you.
“I had to,” you said. “It’s only fair.” Laura nodded. “I gotta go. I have to watch him get kidnapped.”
“Don’t enjoy it so much.” You laughed.
“Send us pictures of the chaos.”
“Will do. Be safe please.”
“Always.” You promised and hung up. Laura looked at her phone and taped it against her hand.
“What happened?” Natasha asked. Laura looked at her children then back to the Black Widow.
“Kto-to nashel kostyum Ronina. Gorod dumayet, chto on vernulsya (Someone found the Ronin suit. The city thinks he's back).” Natasha’s stomach dropped. It made sense why you stayed in the city with him. For 5 years, you didn’t have a father because Clint was grieving his own way.
“Im nuzhna pomoshch' (Do they need help)?” Natasha asked. Laura shook her head.
“If they need help they’ll let us know,” Natasha wasn’t so sure about that. “Have you heard from Yelena?” The Russian sighed.
“I invited her but I haven’t spoken to her.”
“She’s always welcomed here.” Nathaniel ran off with a yell as Cooper and Lila tried to get icing on his face. Laura smiled and walked over to her spot. “Come on. We gotta finish these.” Wanda walked over to her girlfriend.
“Everything okay?” She asked. Natasha nodded, grabbing her hand and squeezed it.
“Yeah, it will be.” In 5 days, when this family was back together.
*
New York City
The plan was simple. Clint would get kidnapped by the tracksuits and you would follow close behind. Once he cleared Kate’s name from the Ronin situation, he would give you the signal and you would break him out. Then it would be home for Christmas. “Are you sure you're okay with this?” He asked, handing you an ear piece. “I can do this by myself.” You took it from him with a roll of your eyes.
“And let you have all the fun I think not.” You placed it in your ear.
“Stay close, stay safe, and wait for my signal.”
“Aye, aye captain.” You saluted and turned into a pigeon. You didn’t miss his eye roll as you flew into the sky. Clint walked to a nearby parking lot behind a closed building. You perched on a street light, looking down at him. You were nervous, anxious. You knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself but you were still worried. It didn’t take long for a white van to pull up and the tracksuits came out.
“Hello boys. You found me.” You rolled your eyes as two more white vans pulled up. Damn, talk about overkill. Two tracksuits walked on either side of your father. One swung a baseball bat at his legs. He groaned, falling over. You made a noise of distress. “I’m fine.” He mumbled, low enough for only you could hear. The one who didn’t hit him put a bag over his head and dragged him to the van. “Guys, I can see through the bag.” He said. You sighed as the van of the doors closed and they took off. You waited a beat and followed the vans. It was rather freeing. Flying. The feeling of the wind blowing around you. The world seemed so small up here. Peaceful. Relaxing.
The vans drove up to an abandoned toy store. You landed on the roof next to the store and watched as they stopped and dragged your father out of the van. You shifted back and listened to the grunts and groans of Clint as they dragged him to where they were going to tie him up. You heard the bag that was over his head get ripped off.
“It’s a nice place you got here,” he said. “Not creepy at all.” You laughed, laying down on the roof. You heard the muffle founds of an argument. “Look, guys, I’m not who you think I am. Okay?” There was a pause. “Well, I-I guess I am who you think I am. I’m not the guy you’re looking for.” He added. “Not Kate Bishop.” You covered your mouth to stop you from laughing. You let him tak and stared up at the night sky. With the city lights and air pollution the stars were hard to see. But you knew they were there. You loved the stars and the stories each one of them told. They gave you a sense of belonging when you were alone. Your ears picked up movement. You sat up quickly and looked at the roof of the toy store. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the low light. Kate. Before you could transform into a bird to stop her, the roof collapsed underneath her.
“Incoming.” You warned your father. You heard Clint sigh. Well, fuck.
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The Day/The Night By Avicii
Part 3 (Read Part 1 and Part 2)
Summary: After Wanda and Natasha discover that you and Yelena have been kidnapped it is a race against the clock to find out who is behind it, what the want, and how far they are willing to go to get it.
Warnings: mention of physical and mental torture, blood, abuse,
Word count: 14.6K
‘What the hell do you mean you don’t know where my daughter is?’ Natasha had half the mind to ask her oldest friend if he had his hearing aids in but it wasn’t the right time to joke. When Natasha and Wanda left the hangar, they hotwired a car and sped through the streets of France to get to the hotel. The hotel manager gave them your room number without much of a hassle. As they got to the door, it was closed but when they opened it -the room was destroyed. Clothes were thrown from suitcases. The drawers of the dresser were tossed onto the floor. Whoever was being this, they were looking for something. While Natasha was going through the room, Wanda was getting the security footage of the hotel.
‘It is exactly what I said,’ She was pacing the room, her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear. ‘Yelena and Y/n didn’t show up at the airport. I knew something was wrong. We got a car and made it to their hotel room - it’s completely destroyed.’
‘Fucking hell.’ Clint swore. ‘I knew she shouldn’t have gone on this trip. It was far too dangerous.’ Natasha bit her tongue, she never agreed on how they treated their eldest daughter in comparison to their other children. She saw how it was affecting you.
‘But you also can’t keep her hidden from the world.’ Natasha said.
‘Don’t lecture me on how to raise my daughter while she’s missing.’ She pinched the bridge of her nose. Lecture was a strong word and she definitely wasn’t lecturing but this wasn’t the time to talk about Clint’s parenting.
‘Yelena is missing too if you’ve forgotten.’ She sighed at Clint’s silence. ‘Arguing with each other isn’t going to help. Tony is sending you and Laura a jet and Happy and Pepper agreed to watch the kids.’
‘Thank you,’ He paused. ‘And I’m sorry.’ Natasha heard the door open and she looked towards the sound, seeing Wanda. She put her finger up.
‘Don’t mention it. I’ll try to figure out what happened before you get here.’
‘I’ll text you updates on when we should be arriving.’ They said their good-byes and Natasha hung up the phone. The Black Widow turned to look at her girlfriend.
‘Please tell me you have something.’ Wanda sighed.
‘Yes and no. Security shows them leaving the hotel around 0945 but someone hacked into the system removing whoever did this,’ she pointed to the mess around the room. ‘I’ve sent it to Tony and maybe he can figure it out.’ Natasha nodded, biting the skin around her thumb. It was a nervous tick she picked up when she was captured by Ultron. ‘Hey,’ Wanda grabbed her hands. ‘We’ll find them.’
‘We don’t even know who is behind this. They could be looking to hurt me or Yelena for what we did in the Red Room or what I did during my work with SHIELD or Clint with the whole Ronin.’
‘Sh lisichka (fox), we will find them.’
‘But in what condition?’ Before Wanda could try to soothe her girlfriend a hesitant knock echoed in the quiet room. ‘Come in.’ The door opened and it was the hotel manager.
‘Sorry to interrupt but the police just came by. A café not far from here was robbed. It may have nothing to do with her sister or her girlfriend but-’
‘Where is the café?’
*
The café was surrounded by emergency vehicles and the area was blocked with yellow tape that read ‘POLICE LINE ENTREE INTERDITE’. The sidewalk was filled with ordinary French citizens trying to see what was going on. Wanda squeezed Natasha’s hand. ‘Follow me.’ Natasha let the witch guide her through the crowd of people towards one of the ambulances.
‘Where are we going?’ Natasha asked. Wanda slowed down.
‘Everyone’s thoughts are focused on thinking this was a robbery except one,’ She pointed to a young girl, no more than 18, sitting on the side of the road. Her shirt had the logo of the café and she was resting an icepack on her face. ‘My guess is whoever did this messed with the security cameras. The police are looking at this as a robbery and not a kidnapping.’ Natasha’s draw dropped.
‘When did you become a master spy?’ Wanda rolled her eyes.
‘I watch a lot of True Crime and you made me watch all of those Bond movies.’
‘Those movies are a work of art.’ Wanda giggled.
‘Whatever you say, darling. Come on.’ They walked over to the young girl and knelt down in front of her. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the two Avengers.
‘Savez-vous qui nous sommes?’ (Do you know who we are?)’ Natasha asked. With wide eyes the girl nodded her head. ‘Do you speak English?’ Natasha asked next.
‘Yes.’ Her voice was soft. There was a small trace of a French accent when she spoke English. Natasha wondered if the young girl spent a majority of her life in America and had to mask the way she spoke much like herself.
‘What’s your name?’ Wanda said with a smile.
‘Arielle.’
‘That is a beautiful name. Can you tell us what happened here?’ She didn’t answer right away and opted to play with the ice pack. Natasha saw the bruise on the side of her face.
‘Men robbed the café.’
‘Is that what really happened?’ Arielle didn’t respond. Natasha pulled out her phone and scrolled through the few photos she had on it. She came across one from the Fourth of July. It was of you and Yelena sitting next to each other as the sparkles in your hands started to go out. She smiled at the memory and showed Arielle the photo. Her eyes lit up. ‘The blonde is my sister and the girl next to her is the daughter of someone I consider a brother. I just want to make sure they are okay.’ Arielle nodded and bit her lip.
‘I was working the register when they came in.’ She pointed to the photo. ‘They were really nice. Your sister ordered two chocolate croissants - which I thought was a lot of sugar so early in the morning.’ Natasha smiled. It was one of the things she loved to watch with Yelena as she started to become her own person. ‘The men came in the back, tied us up, and changed into some extra uniforms we had in the office. One of them hit me in the head and tried to knock me out. But it didn’t work. I heard of them talking to your sister.’
‘What was he saying?’ Wanda asked.
‘She wanted the man to let her girlfriend go but he said no - that he knew she was the daughter of Hawkeye.’
‘Did they say why they needed them?’ Arielle nodded.
‘He said that your sister and I’m guessing you did something that caused a lot of people to lose their jobs.’ Natasha stole a glance at her girlfriend. It didn’t narrow it down.
‘Can you describe the men?’
‘I don’t think I can. They talked like your sister. They had similar accents.’ Arielle rubbed her head. ‘Your sister called something the Red Room. I think something happened because it got quiet. One of the men saw that I heard everything and I thought he was going to kill me. He just smiled, forced upon the register, and took money out. When they left, I undid the rope and I called the police. They were gone.’ She had unshed tears in her eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Hey, you do not need to apologize.’ Wanda said, taking the girl’s face in her hands, whipping away the tears with her thumb as they fell. ‘Do you think I can look inside your memories and help you remember these men?’ Her eyes went wide.
‘Will it hurt?’
‘Not at all.’ Arielle nodded. Wanda’s red magic surrounded the tips of her fingers and traveled towards Arielle’s temples. Natasha was in awe of her girlfriend and how much she has grown into her powers. It only took for a moment for Arielle's eyes to flash red and Wanda drew her powers back. Natasha took an old receipt out of her pocket and wrote down her number.
‘If you need anything you call me, okay?’ Arielle nodded, with a smile, and her number.
‘I hope you find them.’ She said as Natasha and Wanda walked away an EMS walked over to Arielle.
‘At least we know why they were taken.’ Natasha nodded and typed in a phone number. She placed it by her ear and listened to the ring. ‘Who are you calling?’
‘Melina, I need your help.’
*
Everything hurt. Your body felt heavy and there was a ringing in your ears. The worst pain was your head - it was pounding. You groaned, rolling your head in a circle and listened to your neck crack. A voice called out your name. They sounded worried but it was so hard to open your eyes. Your name was called out again, the voice was clearer. You think they asked you to open your eyes. ‘Come on dorogoy, wake up.’ Yelena. Your girlfriend. Your eyes opened with a gasp as your eyes darted around the room till they landed on Yelena. She was sitting on her knees in the corner on a mattress. Her arms and legs were chained. She seemed unharmed besides a bruise on the side of her head.
‘Yelena,’ You whispered, your throat was dry. Relief washed over Yelena’s face at the sound of your voice. ‘Your hurt.’ She chuckled.
‘I’m fine. Are you?’ You closed your eyes and did a mental inventory. 10 fingers, check. 10 toes, check. Besides being trapped to a chair you were - wait something felt off. A pressure was building. It started in your chest and moved up to your throat.
‘Yelena,’ You said, squeezing your hands into fist. ‘Am I wearing something?’
‘A metal collar. It’s blinking red.’ Dread washed over you. ‘What is going on?’ You opened your eyes.
‘It’s something that HYDRA invented and used. Wanda told me about it. They put it on people like me to suppress our gifts.’ You let out a shaky breath. ‘I can’t use my powers but they are fighting to escape. There is this pressure growing inside me.’ You tried to calm down your beating heart. You were no use to Yelena if you sent yourself into a panic attack. ‘Do you know where we are?’
‘I just woke up. No one has been in here.’ You nodded. ‘We are going to be okay.’
‘Gods I’m never going to hear the end of this from my father. I am going to be grounded for the rest of my life.’ Yelena laughed, shaking her head.
‘I think being grounded is the best option after all of this.’ You glared at her.
‘I honestly may prefer being kidnapped than being stuck with them.’
‘You-’ Before Yelena could finish her thought, the metal door opened. You watched as Yelena tensed up but you kept your attention to the door. 3 men entered, 2 of them were wearing tactical gear and one of them carried a video camera. The other wore a white button down and his sleeves were pushed up to his elbow. It was the same man that held the gun to your head at the café - you couldn’t help but stare at his scar. How did he get that?, you wondered. They wrecked fish. You knew Yelena smelt it because she made a face of disgust.
‘Are we comfortable?’ The man with the scar asked.
‘I wouldn’t rate it 5 stars on Hotel.com but as a place to keep people you’ve kidnapped it’s not bad.’ The man laughed.
‘You are funny. Did you get your humor from your father or was he too busy becoming a killer to raise you?’ He asked. Your jaw clenched.
‘I’m one of a kind.’
‘What do you want with us?’ Yelena asked. Scarman turned to face your girlfriend as his henchman closed the door and set up the camera facing it towards you.
‘We require something and we need leverage. Now,’ he placed his hand underneath Yelena’s chin. ‘You were trained to withstand our tortue methods.’ He pushed her to the ground and turned back to face you. ‘So we needed a new angle.’ His smile sent a chill down your spine. But you held his stare. ‘Your girlfriend will be easier to break.’
‘Why don’t you save your villain speech and tell us what you want? Money? The keys to the city?’ The punch surprised you. You heard Yelena call out your name as blood formed in your mouth. ‘You got a mouth on you, little one.’ He grabbed onto your hair and pulled your head back. You winched, tears formed in the corner of your eyes. ‘I wonder what else that mouth would be good for.’ He let go off your head and you leaned to the side, spitting the blood out of your mouth. You looked at Yelena and gave her a smile. I’m okay, it said. ‘To answer your question,’ He said as he was handed a pair of black gloves. Oh shit. ‘We plan to be bigger than Dreykov. Let’s begin shall we.’
*
Wanda watched girlfriend type furiously away on her laptop. After they left the café, they raced back to the hotel and booked the presidential suite. It provided them enough room for everyone to sleep and a conference room to meet with Tony virtually. Natasha hadn’t left her spot on the couch - going through contacts or anything to give them a lead. A doorbell echoed through the suite and the sound didn’t draw the Black Widow away. Wanda walked over to the door and opened it. ‘Steve?’ She questioned. Steve smiled as she stepped to the side, giving him space to walk in. He gave her a quick hug. ‘What are you doing here?’ She asked.
‘Figured we could use some help.’ Clint said, walking in behind Steve. ‘We made a few pit stops.’ Wanda held open the door as Laura followed her husband and Kate was behind her and at the end was Sam and Bucky.
‘How is she?’ Laura asked as Wanda closed the door and watched Clint walk over to Natasha. He finally got her to look away from her computer. Wanda sighed.
‘She’s doing. How is he? How are you?’ It was Laura’s turn to sigh.
‘We are hanging in there.’ It was a little chaotic getting everyone settled. Kate took the couch in the main living room. Clint and Laura took one of the guest bedrooms which led Sam, Bucky, and Steve for the last extra room. Wanda let them figure out the sleeping arrangement. They all sat in the conference room - waiting for Tony to video chat in. Wanda and Natasha filled in the team with what they found out.
‘I thought you and Yelena destroyed the Red Room for good.’ Clint said.
‘We did. Yelena was the one that killed Dreyok.’
‘So are you thinking someone who worked for Dreyok took them?’ Steve asked. Natasha nodded.
‘I called Melina and she’s going to see if she can find anything.’
‘What would they want with Y/n and Yelena?’
‘Arielle said they seemed pissed off so revenge. I’m not sure.’
‘They also knew Y/n was Clint’s daughter.’ Wanda added. Clint sighed. Wanda knew Clint and Laura took a lot of precaution on keeping their daughter’s identity a secret. The TV turned on and Tony appeared. He was still recovering from snapping Thanos’ army away.
‘What do you have for us Tony?’ Sam asked.
‘Wanda was right. Whoever took Mini Black Widow and Mini Barton hacked into the security footage to change what the police and we are seeing.’ He explained.
‘Can you trace it?’ Clint asked.
‘I did well. FRIDAY is tracing the signal but whoever did this is smart. Every time we think we are getting close to IP address changes, it’s bouncing all over the world.’
‘Our life would be easier if the bad guys were bad at their job.’ Bucky joked.
‘You are not wrong Cyborg speaking of our bad guys. We have these sketches from our resident witch.’ Tony brought 3 sketches up.
‘Arielle only got a good look at 3 of them.’ Wanda explained, she pointed to the one with the scar near his eye. ‘It seems like this one is the man in charge. He was the one holding a gun against Y/n’s head.’ Clint’s hands turned into fist and a fire burned in his eyes. Wanda didn’t need to look inside his head to see what he was thinking. Laura placed a hand over his.
‘If we are going from the angle that this has to do with the Red Room we can believe it is going to be impossible to find the real names of these people. But FRIDAY is looking through traffic cameras.’
‘Melina has been sent these pictures as well.’
‘So in conclusion, we have nothing. We don’t have a solid lead to where Y/n and Yelena are.’ Clint said.
‘We have more than what we normally have. We start there. We all have contacts. Let's reach out to them.’ Steve said. A ding filled the room. It came from Tony followed by the sound of him typing.
‘What is it, Stark?’
‘An email with a link to a video.’ His eyes went wide. ‘It’s Y/n.’
‘Play it.’ Laura ordered. Tony’s eyes flickered to Sam, waiting on his order on what to do. ‘Stark, play it.’ He sighed as Sam nodded his head. The screen changed to a video of you. It was paused and Tony hit play. It took them a minute to realize that the video was playing for how still you were. The only movement was your eyes following someone.
‘What’s around her neck?’ Kate asked.
‘Nothing good.’ Wanda said, taking Natasha’s hand. Seeing the collar around your neck brought up memories she thought she’d lone buried. They watched as blood dripped down your chin.
‘I’m going to kill him.’ Clint fumed. A man appeared into the frame - his face was out of the frame and a knife twirled through his fingers.
‘Aren’t you going to say hi to your family, little one?’ He asked you. You remain silent, staring ahead into the camera. ‘Awe, are you camera shy? We were so talkative a minute ago.’ He grabbed your throat and put the knife to it. The room grew tense. ‘Say hello or your blood will stain my very nice shirt.’ You turned to face him, moving slowly so the blade wouldn’t cut you, and spit blood in your face. ‘You bitch.’
‘Atta girl.’ Bucky mumbled. He punched you, then another, then another in your stomach. You didn’t make a sound as you spit more blood out and smiled.
‘Looks like you got some blood on your shirt.’ You laughed. The man sighed.
‘Why are we being difficult?’ He asked
‘I’m a Barton, we don't make things easy for people.’ Laura and Clint chuckled.
‘But even Barton’s have a pain threshold we just have to find it.’ He grabbed your jaw as he stood behind you, tracing the knife against your cheek. ‘Such a pretty face you have. I wonder if Miss. Belova will find you attractive if I leave my mark or how much will be left for your parents to mourn if we don’t start behaving.’ Wanda could feel the pull of Natasha’s thoughts at the mention of her sister but she kept her powers at bay. Everyone’s thoughts were so loud. ‘Do I make myself clear?’
‘Crystal.’
‘Good girl.’ He placed his nose in your hair and took a deep breath in, placing the knife in his pocket and grabbed the camera, moving it up to face level. He was wearing a ski mask. The only thing they could see was the blue color of his eyes. ‘Hello Mr. Stark and I’m guessing Mr. Barton and Miss. Romanoff is also in attendance or I’d given you far too much credit. You see what I’m in possession of and what I’m capable of.’ He turned the camera around and faced the corner of the room. A man held Yelena up on her knees, a gun pointed against her temple. ‘Would you like to say hello Miss. Belova?’ Yelena struggled against the man but he held her tighter. He turned the camera back to himself.
‘They are filled with such fire. I am excited to smother it. I will be calling you within 30 minutes of you receiving this message to discuss terms. I do hope you take me seriously and you will see your daughter and sister again.’ He faced the camera towards you again. He took out the knife - moved it around your face. Clint was struggling to sit still. But Wanda didn’t see fear in your eyes. It was anger, a fire that mirrored Yelena, your parents, and everyone else in this room.
‘You are messing with the wrong fucking family.’ You spit. The man laughed.
‘I know exactly what family I’m dealing with. A family that leaves people that they claim to love behind. A family that is filled with killers that wear the mask of heroes. Maybe some time together you’ll see who your family really is.’ He stopped the point of the blade at your shoulder. You struggled to keep your face neutral as the knife pierced through the scrub you were wearing and into your skin. Blood began to pool around the wound and drip down.
‘Y/n.’ They heard Yelena’s voice off camera. Her voice was desperate. He twisted the blade, you bit down on your lip keeping the scream that threatened to escape at bay. You whimpered. ‘Stop.’ Yelena said. The man twisted the knife again. But you didn’t scream. You squeezed your eyes shut. Clint stood from his chair, knocking it over. He pulled the knife out. Your breathing became labored and your body shook in pain.
‘Fuck. You.’ You said, through gritted teeth. He whipped the knife off on your pant leg.
‘We are just getting started, little one.’ You looked into the camera. Your breathing was deep as you tried to manage the pain. You nodded and looked at your capture.
‘Bring it.’ The video ended. Silence covered the room, everyone was afraid to speak. Wanda’s heart was beating fast. She hated seeing you this way. Wanda saw you like a younger sister, you and the Witch became close after they defeated Ultron. You were there for her when she was grieving her brother, her country.
‘Tony,’ Laura broke the silence. ‘Can you go back to the part where he punched her?’ She asked. Tony nodded and rewound the video. ‘Zoom in on her right hand and play it.’ He played it, muting the video as they watched your hand move. It looked as if you were trying to do anything to distract your mind from the pain.
‘She’s using sign language.’ Kate said. A few looked at the young archer, who blushed under the attention. ‘She’s teaching me.’
‘What is she saying?’ Steve asked Clint. He sighed, placing his hand under his chin. He watched you sign.
‘3 men. Scar. Dreyok. Fish.’ He translated.
‘There must be 3 men in the room.’ Sam guessed.
‘Scarface from the café is probably the bastard that stabbed her.’ Bucky added.
‘Why Dreyok? He’s dead.’ Steve questioned. Natasha shrugged.
‘And fish?’ Wanda asked.
‘Maybe they smell like fish.’ Kate suggested. Clint was looking at the screen again.
‘More men café.’ He translated the next phrase of sign language.
‘3 men wouldn’t have been enough to overpower Yelena and Y/n.’ Natasha said. Wanda was proud of herself, she had a better understanding of her powers but sometimes they would wander. Her powers tapped into Clint’s thoughts, he was fixated on the collar on your neck.
‘What are you thinking about, Clint?’ Wanda asked.
‘Stark, go back to the beginning of the video and zoom in on her neck.’ Tony did as he was told. ‘What is that?’ He asked, pointing to the metal collar blinking red.
‘HYDRA invented the collar,’ Wanda explained. ‘It’s a device used for punishment that prohibits the person wearing it from using their powers. The worst part of it though is that it tricks your body into thinking you need to use your abilities.’ Wanda shivered. ‘But the collar keeps them down; it's like when you shake a wine bottle and the pressure builds but the cork stops it.’
‘Lovely.’ Kate mumbled. Clint nodded.
‘No not the collar - underneath the collar.’ Tony zoomed in closer.
‘Looks like a necklace, shaped in a bow.’ Clint smiled.
‘They didn’t take it off.’
‘Do you want to fill us in, Barton?’ Steve asked. Clint faced the group.
‘I gave her that necklace before she left for Portugal. It has a tracker on it.’ Natasha’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She closed her mouth, shaking her head.
‘Clint, we need to have a serious talk about your parenting.’ Clint shrugged, rolling his eyes. ‘Can you track it?’ She asked Tony.
‘If they are keeping them in place where the signal isn’t being jammed. Send me the tracking information.’ Natasha slid her computer over to Clint.
‘And if they are keeping them in a place where we can’t track them.’ Bucky questioned.
‘Then during the call we tell them to get the necklace somewhere we can.’ Laura said.
*
The man holding Yelena up threw her to the ground. She grunted at the impact and she sat up watching the man she was plotting his murder about 100 different ways, place the knife away. ‘Go get the doctor. We can’t let her bleed to death.’ He said, taking his mask off. Your head was down and Yelena wanted nothing more than to hold you, to take all of your pain away.
‘You’ve signed your death wish.’ Yelena promised. The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
‘I hate getting blood on my hands but we do what we have to do to survive.’ He looked at Yelena. ‘You know that better than anyone, don’t you Yelena?’ It was the first time she’s heard her first name fall from the man’s lips and she hated it. It reminded her of Dreyok. Of instructors in the Red Room. The door opened and a woman carrying a medical bag walked in. Yelena estimated her to be around the age of Melina. ‘Stitch her up.’ The man ordered. The doctor knelt in front of you and took off your top to the best of her ability. She examined the wound.
‘You didn’t tear any muscles.’ She said her accent was Russian and it reminded her of her mother. She wondered if Melina and Alexi knew that they were gone. Were they helping Natasha? A part of her wondered if they cared, those thoughts were consent in her mind. ‘She’ll just need stitches.’ The man nodded. She started to clean the wound and you jerked away from her touch. You calmed down instantly from what Yelena didn’t know. You didn’t bother to hide your discomfort as she closed the wound. ‘Don’t tear the stitches.’ You nodded as the doctor left.
‘We’ll be back.’ The room emptied and it was just you and Yelena.
‘Y/n -’
‘I’m okay, Lena.’ You said, smiling. ‘I could use some water though.’
‘You were signing.’ You jerked your head up. ‘There are no cameras or mics in here.’ You nodded. ‘What did you tell them?’ Like your Russian, Yelena’s sign language wasn’t great. She could say her name and ask where the bathroom was - which you claimed was the most important thing to know.
‘As much as I could without getting caught. How many men, the scar on his face, he mentioned Dreyok, and they reek of fish.’ Yelena chuckled.
‘Is that why you were pissing him off?’ You nodded again.
‘I had to keep him busy so he wouldn’t notice.’ You sighed, closing your eyes. ‘I didn’t think he’d stab me in round one.’
‘Dorogoy, look at me.’ You did. Yelena was smiling at you. Her smile filled you with warmth that you didn’t realize you were missing. ‘They’ll find us or we’ll get out.’
‘Do you have a plan?’ You asked.
‘Sort of you aren’t going to like it.’
*
Natasha opened the door to the balcony and found Clint already there. He was leaning against the railing with a cup of coffee in his hands. ‘How many cups have you had?’ She asked, standing next to him.
‘Not enough.’ He said, looking into the brown liquid then drank the rest of it.
‘We’ll find them.’ Natasha said. She wasn’t sure if she said it to reassure him or herself. ‘They are both strong.’
‘She’s strong, no thanks to me.’ He said, softly. ‘When she told us about this trip I said no right away and we fought. It seems all we do is fight with her nowadays.’ He shook his head. ‘She said to me I am only present and act like her father when it benefits me.’ Natasha kept her face neutral. She’s seen the aftermath of the fights between you and your parents and as your godmother she’s tried to comfort you. But you never vented to her. You kept it all to yourself. Natasha knew you were hurting. ‘I knew she was talking about the Blip.’ 5 years. 5 years Natasha went without her girlfriend, her sister, her family all while looking after you and the remaining the team leader of the Avengers that agreed to help. You were old enough to live on your own but Natasha knew you needed family close to her, Natasha needed it to. She won’t ever forget your face every time she came up empty handed when looking for your father. It broke her heart but you would smile at her and help her with whatever she needed.
‘You said it yourself,’ Natasha finally said. ‘Everyone handled the Blip in their own way.’
‘What I did can’t be justified. I left my oldest alone to mourn a family she lost.’ Clint looked at Natasha. ‘Thank you for making sure she was okay. I've never said that to you.’
‘Have you apologized to her?’ He shook his head, no. ‘Why?’
‘I don’t know how.’ He rubbed his head. ‘Out of all of our kids she reminds me of Laura the most - in appearance and in spirit. So when they all blipped away and I looked at Y/n, all I saw was Laura. It’s not good enough reasoning but it’s what I have.’ She nodded.
‘When we find them, tell her. Just sit and talk to her. Don’t control the conversation. You’ll be surprised how understanding she can be.’ Clint took Natasha’s hand in his.
‘Did you picture this?’ She looked at him confused. ‘When I gave you the opportunity to defect to SHIELD - what did you imagine your life would be like?’ He asked. Natasha sighed, lacing their fingers together.
‘Definitely not this. I never thought I deserved a family, now I have so many different people in my life I can’t imagine life without them. I failed Yelena once. I can't do it again.’ The balcony door opened, stopping whatever Clint was going to say to try to confront his friend. It was Kate.
‘Sorry I didn’t mean to interpret but Tony has something for us before they call.’ Clint nodded, letting go of Natasha’s hand and walked inside, placing a hand on Kate’s shoulder as he passed.
‘I appreciate you helping us.’ Natasha said to the young archer.
‘Oh!’ Kate blushed. ‘It’s not a big deal really. If roles were reversed I know they would do the same for me.’ Kate scratched the back of her head. ‘They are my best friends. I’ll do anything for them.’ Natasha put her arm around Kate’s shoulder as they walked back into the hotel room and towards the conference room. They took their seats and looked at the screen where Tony and Peter were.
‘Fill us in Stark.’ Sam said.
‘Peter tracked Y/n with the information Legolas gave us.’ Peter pulled up a map.
‘They aren’t in Paris anymore.’ He said. ‘We could track them from the cafe to when they got onto a plane and touched down in Russia. After that we lose them.’
‘I’ll call Melina and tell her that we’ll be headed her way.’ Natasha said.
‘I’ll do it.’ Wanda smiled. ‘Steve wants to go over a plan for the call.’ She stood up, kissed Natasha on the side of her head, and left the room.
‘I think Nat, Clint, and Laura should be on the videochat.’ Steve explained. ‘If we keep that more people are helping a secret the better. We’ll have the advantage.’
‘Clint and Nat it’s your job to keep him talking while Laura sends the message to Y/n about the necklace and allow Tony and Peter to trace the signal.’ Sam added.
‘Now that we know they are in Russia and we have multiple data points. Hopefully, we can find a general area.’
‘Nat, have you figured out what they could ask for?’ Bucky asked as they began to set up. Kate placed Natasha’s laptop in front of her and Clint moved next to her while Laura sat in the back. She wore a necklace similar to the one Clint gave you.
‘I-’ Natasha stopped. ‘They want to recreate the Red Room.’ She said. ‘I think I know what they are going to ask.’
*
‘It has a tracker!’ You said in disbelief. Yelena told you the conversation that took place between her and your father at the airport. It was about the very necklace that was still on your neck. You didn’t wear it all the time but as Yelena just said the necklace was with you at every stop - mostly in your girlfriend’s pocket. ‘Unbelievable. That man needs therapy to work out whatever issue has that thinks this is okay.’
‘I’m sorry. It was the only way he would allow you to go.’ You sighed, resting back in the chair. Your shoulder stun at your movement. On one hand you were upset with Yelena that she didn’t tell you about it sooner but you knew she would do anything to make this trip happen. What really pissed you off is your father getting your girlfriend involved.
‘It’s not your fault.’ You finally said, looking back at her. ‘So that means they can find us.’
‘Yes and no. If they noticed that you were still wearing it then they can track it. But the problem becomes if they have a signal jammer to prohibit them from tracing it.’ Yelena explained.
‘Which we can believe is in place due to the fact that we are still locked up.’ Yelena nodded. ‘So we have to somehow get the necklace off of me and break one of us out of these cuffs. Then break out of this room and out of this building so they can trace the signal.’ You summarized.
‘Yes.’ You laughed.
‘Simple.’ You mumbled, there was in fact nothing simple about this plan. You had no idea where you were, how many were employed under Scarman, and you both were tired. ‘Why is American Pie your favorite song?’ You asked. Yelena seemed startled by the sudden topic change. ‘You don’t have to tell me. But there is a lot I still want to learn about you and to-to tell you. We don’t know if your plan will work.’ You watched the realization of what you said dawn on Yelena.
‘It was when I was in Ohio.’ Yelena started to tell you. ‘At a young age I had nightmares. Melina said I had such a wild imagination. I woke up one night and I couldn’t find Melina. But Alexi was outside, listening to music, and drinking. He let me sit with him and we sat in silence with each other.’ Yelena laughed at the memory. ‘He isn’t great with feelings and I was still upset from my nightmare when American Pie came on. He stood up, took my hand and his and started to dance me around.’ You smiled at the soft look on your girlfriend’s face. ‘I had to stand on his feet to keep up with him. When the song was over I forgot what scared me.’ Yelena nodded. ‘So yeah I guess that’s why I like it.’
‘It’s a good song.’ The door opened and three men came back in, wearing their masks. Two of them were holding bowls and a bottle of water.
‘Eat.’ Scarman ordered as they stepped over to you and Yelena. ‘It’s not poisoned.’ It looked like oatmeal. You opened your mouth as you were offered a spoon full of it. You didn’t want to eat it but you knew your body needed the fuel to endure whatever Scarman was going to put you through. Once the bowl was empty, you were given the bottle of water. ‘How was the food?’ He asked.
‘You need a better chief.’ Yelena mumbled.
‘So ungrateful. Shall we give your family a call?’ They brought in a table and set up a laptop. You tried to watch them login but your attention was forced to look elsewhere. Scarman grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. ‘I do hope you behave.’ He said. ‘Or the doctor is going to stitch you up again.’ The sound of a phone ringing filled the silent room and he let go of your face. A man took his position behind your girlfriend, a gun to her head. The call connected and you were greeted with the sight of your parents and Natasha.
‘Where is my sister?’ Natasha asked. You saw Yelena relax at the sound of her sister’s voice.
‘Relax Natalia, Yelena is fine. Isn’t she, little one?’
‘She’s okay, Nat. She’s pissed off but I feel like that’s a mutual feeling.’ You said.
‘What do you want?’ Clint asked. The man shook his head, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth.
‘Tsk, tsk. Straight to business, Hawkeye. You don’t even want to know how your daughter is doing.’ You locked eyes with your father.
‘You okay, chipmunk?’ He asked, softly. You smiled at the childhood nickname you hadn’t heard in years. You nodded.
‘I’m okay, P-Man.’ Clint’s eyes lit up. A tight feeling in your chest formed when you saw how happy a simple nickname made your father so happy. It was guilt.
‘It’s like pulling teeth with you people to get you to do anything.’ Scarman said. You knew he was rolling his eyes even though you couldn’t see him.
‘Stop playing games and tell us what you want.’ Natasha said. Scarman started to circle you, moving your hand across your chest. A simple sports bra was the only thing that was covering you. You fought every nerve in your body to stay still but the feeling of his hands on you made your skin crawl. You focused on the screen in front of you - watching Clint and Natasha glare at the man. But your mom seemed distracted. She was playing with a necklace around her neck. Before you could think too much into it, Scarman wrapped his hand around your throat and bent down so he was level with your ear. His breath against your ear made you flinch away but he squeezed your throat. You gasped for air. ‘Stop fucking around.’ Natasha warned.
‘Oh are we not having fun? Very well.’ He whispered in your ear his demands. You looked at him in shock, your mouth hung open.
‘Go on, tell them.’ Your body felt cold as you learned what they wanted, what they wanted to recreate. A thousand thoughts raced through your head. If you kept quiet then they wouldn’t know. A deal can’t be made.
‘Open your mouth, little one.’ But what would they do to you or Yelena? Your girlfriend has already experienced so much pain by the hands of these monsters. ‘Tell them!’ He yelled, squeezing your throat tighter.
‘No,’ You said, pulling your head back. ‘Tell them yourself.’ You turned back to the laptop, staring at your mom. She was moving the charm on her necklace along the chain. Her eyes met yours.
‘Are you really going to force your loved ones to watch me tortue you?’
‘You are a big boy, tell them yourself.’ Why was she playing with it? Did she develop a nervous tick? You focused on the charm as the first punch came. It was a bow. Another punch. They knew you had the necklace on. Your head began to pound and you could make out voices talking around you but not what they were saying. He grabbed onto your shoulder and your body screamed in pain.
They knew about the necklace so you must be in some place they can’t track you, you pieced together. ‘Chip,’ Your father’s voice pierced through the pain that was clouding your mind. ‘It’s okay. You can tell us.’
‘He wants Melina to recreate the mind controlling mechanism Dreyok used.’ Your mom started to sign.
R. ‘But he wants it to be better.’
U. ‘He wants it to be perfect.’
S. ‘So what happened with the first one won’t happen again.’
S. I. ‘He wants it completed and tested in 48 hours.’ A. Russia. You weren’t in Paris anymore. You saw Yelena turn pale at the news.
‘You realize what you are asking is impossible, right?’ Natasha asked. ‘It took Melina and a group of Dreyok’s best scientists to create it and there still was a weakness.’
‘It’s a good thing her daughter is friends with Tony Stark because this little chippy has 48 hours before things become uncomfortable.’ He grabbed onto the collar. ‘We made our own modifications to this collar. This one has a dial, it’s been on the lowest setting. We can turn it up.’ You heard the turn of a dial and it hit you. Your powers began to try to escape but the collar kept everything locked down. Scarman looked at Natasha. ‘Ask your girlfriend how much pain she’s in right now.’ Your body felt like it was on fire. You kept trying to calm your racing heart as the collar tricked your body thinking you were in danger and your powers were the only thing that could save you. You squeezed your eyes shut as a pained whimper escaped.
‘Enough.’ It was the first time you heard your mom’s voice. ‘We’ll get what you want.’ Your eyes shot open.
‘No!’ You yelled. ‘Don’t-’ He covered your mouth with his hand.
‘Quiet. The adult’s are talking.’ You wanted to bite down on his hand but you knew you had to pick and choose your battles with him. Thankfully, he turned the collar setting down. ‘I’ll call back looking for an update, Mrs. Barton.’ He walked over to the laptop and shut it.
‘She’s right,’ Yelena said. ‘Melina won’t be able to create something in that short amount of time.’
‘I guess we’ll just have to conceive her to make a miracle happen. We’ll see each other shortly.’ You let out a shaky breath as the door closed.
‘Well that was fun.’ You sighed, closing your eyes. Gods. You were so tired.
‘Hey, zoloste. Keep your eyes open. You can’t sleep yet.’
‘I’m tired, Lena.’ You whined. The logical part of your brain knew Yelena was right. With so many blows to the head you were suffering from a concussion no doubt. But you were so sleepy.
‘I know but you can’t sleep. Talk to me. Tell me anything.’ You nodded.
‘They know about the-the necklace.’ Were the lights in the room always so bright? ‘We aren’t in Paris. They moved us to Russia.’ A headache was forming and a pressure behind your eyes.
‘You are doing so good. Keep going.’
‘I can’t. I just need to rest my eyes.’
*
‘We just boarded the Quinjet.’ Natasha told Melina. ‘We should be there in an hour.’ She was standing on the ramp of the jet as everyone loaded up the hotel room.
‘Are you staying here?’ She asked. Natasha shook her head, even though her adoptive mother couldn’t see her.
‘Tony found us a house.’ She answered.
‘Nonsense. You can stay at the farm.’
‘There isn’t enough space at the farm for all of us.’
‘Of course there is!’
‘Melina, please. I will send you the address and you and Alexi can meet us there.’ Natasha didn’t have time to argue about this.
‘Did they list out their demands?’ Melina asked.
‘Nat,’ She spun around at the sound of her name. It was Bucky. ‘We are about to take off.’ Natasha nodded.
‘They did. We’ll discuss it when we see you. I got to go.’
‘Fly safe, Natalia. We’ll see you shortly.’ Natasha hung up the phone and walked up the ramp of the Quinjet. Bucky was waiting for her, his arms crossed against his chest. The Paris’ sun was shining against his vibranium arm.
‘Little Red.’ He said with a smile. Natasha rolled her eyes at the nickname he gave her in the Red Room. ‘How are we doing?’
‘Tying to hold it together.’ She answered.
‘You don’t have to be strong in front of us. Natasha has feelings. Natasha is human.’
‘Natasha isn’t going to get them back; the Black Widow will.’ She shook her head. ‘What’s going on between you, Sam, and Steve?’ She asked, trying to change the direction of the conversation. The former Winter Soldier blushed which caused Natasha to smirk and chuckle.
‘Zaymisʹ svoimi delami, krasnenʹkiy.’ (Mind your own business, little red.)
‘Ty dovolen?’ (Are you happy?) Natasha asked. Bucky smiled, with a nod of his head.
‘Da ty?’ (Yes, are you?)’
‘Da.’ Natasha went to sit next to Wanda, who moved to sit between her legs. She used her leg as a pillow and Natasha started to move her fingers through the brunette’s hair. Yes she was happy as she looked around the Quinjet. Kate was resting her head on Laura’s shoulder with Clint next to his wife. Sam was inputting the coordinates to FRIDAY then joined Steve and Bucky.
‘I remember when Y/n was younger and we just moved to the farm. We were sitting underneath a tree near the barn,’ Clint became to tell his story. He captured everyone’s attention. ‘I made her promise to never grow old and I promised her to always keep her safe. And I made a promise I couldn’t keep.’
‘We are close, Clint. We’ll find her.’ Steve looked at Natasha. ‘We’ll find both of them.’
*
‘I can’t do it.’ Melina said after Clint and Natasha explained what they wanted in exchange for your and Yelena’s return.
‘Can’t you-’
‘Develop a solution to a problem I didn’t know existed and it took years to create in 48 hours?’ The elder Black Widow interrupted Clint. Everyone was in the kitchen minus Alexi and Sam who were out getting food. ‘When I say I can’t do something, Clint Barton, I can’t do it.’ She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and opened a bottle of vodka. She poured herself some. ‘Can’t Tony Stark find them with his supercomputer?’
‘Do you really think we would be sitting here if he did?’ Natasha asked, rolling her eyes. She poured her own drink.
‘Ugh, Americans.’
‘And you don’t recognize them?’ Wanda asked. Melina shook her head.
‘They are too young for our paths to cross. After my work with Dreyok was done, I stayed out of his other dealings.’ The front door opened and the smell of pizza made everyone sigh. Sam walked into the kitchen with 5 boxes and Alexi had 2 more with drinks and a plastic bag.
‘Got enough food.’ Bucky joked. Sam huffed as he placed the boxes on the counter, placing his hands on his hips.
‘Well, we are feeding 3 super soldiers, 2 Black Widows, 2 Hawkeyes, a former SHIELD agent, the Scarlet Witch, and the new Captain America. We got a lot of people to feed.’ Alexi sat down as Laura passed out plates. He piled 3 slices of pizza onto his plate. ‘See!’
‘Have we figured out whose ass we are going to kick to get our little girls back?’ He asked.
‘We are discussing that.’ Melina slid napkins over to him. ‘Stop eating like you're still in the Russian prison.’ Alexi rolled his eyes, raising his hands in mock surrender. He whipped his face with the napkin.
‘What do they want? Money? Pigs?’
‘They want Melina to recreate the brainwashing mechanism she created for Dreykov.’ Wanda explained.
‘But it can’t be flawed like the first time. It has to be perfect and created in less than 48 hours.’ Kate added on.
‘And Melina said she can’t do it.’ Clint mumbled, angrily biting into his pizza. Alexi laughed.
‘Of course she can do it.’ Clint’s jaw dropped as he looked between the Black Widow and the Red Guardian. ‘My Melina is a perfectionist. She has it figured out already.’ Melina was glaring at the super soldier.
‘You lied.’ Natasha said in disbelief.
‘It’s not that simple.’ Melina defended.
‘How is it not simple?’ Clint asked, raising his voice. ‘You either can do it or you can not. And clearly you can do it. But for some reason you just lied. Do you not want to save your daughter?’ Melina’s face turned cold.
‘Watch yourself, Barton.’ She warned.
‘No,’ He took a step forward. ‘My daughter is being tortured and the fact that you could save her and you are refusing to gets me a little pissed off.’ Alexi stood up, knocking over his chair in the process.
‘Step away from her, you tiny American. Or you’ll be put through that wall.’ The arguing continued. Bucky and Sam got in between Alexi and Clint before a physical fight could take off while Natasha directed her anger at Melina. Laura was not having this. She was too tired, too stressed, and too worried for this to be happening.
‘Enough!’ Laura yelled. The fighting stopped. ‘This isn’t going to get our daughter’s back.’ She looked at Melina, who was staring into a half filled glass of vodka. ‘Why did you lie?’ She asked. Melina finished the rest of her drink.
‘It was a few weeks after the fall of the Red Room. Yelena, myself, and a few other Widows were searching and saving those still under Drekov’s control.’ She filled the glass again. ‘I was in my lab creating more of the Red Dust and as a scientist my mind kept questioning how this dust counteracted the mind control.’ Her fingers were tapping against the glass. ‘And I figured it out. But as I did, Yelena came in.’ Melina sighed. ‘She thought the worst, our relationship wasn’t what it is now and I promised her that I won’t make it.’
‘Even if it will save her and Y/n.’ Natasha said. Melina nodded.
‘Something flipped like a switch when you and her came back into my life.’ Melina said. ‘I won’t break my promise to her, I can’t. I won’t.
‘So, what do we do?’ Clint asked.
‘We lie when they call.’ Steve answered. ‘We will tell them that Melina is working on it, which will keep Yelena and Y/n safe and give us time to find them.’
‘Or it gives them time to find a way out.’ Sam said.
*
‘Wake up, little one.’ Cold water was thrown on you and pulled you awake. You coughed, spitting the water out of your mouth.
‘A gentle shake on the arm would have done the trick.’ You shook your head, hoping to clear the water from your vision. It worked. You looked at Yelena, she had a few new bruises. She looked tired. You wondered if you looked any better. The laptop was set up again.
‘Ready?’ You didn’t respond as the call started. You were tired. Your sleep wasn’t peaceful, filled with a man with a scar hurting everyone you cared about. The call connected and you were greeted with the same sight plus Melina. ‘Melina Vostokoff. It is an honor to be in your presence. Did you know?’ He grabbed your head, forcing you to look at him. ‘She went through the Red Room 4 times before Natalia stepped through it.’ He threw your head forward and you didn’t fight it. ‘Did they tell you what we want?’
‘Yes.’ Melina said simply.
‘And?’
‘What you are asking for is impossible.’ Yelena chuckled.
‘Told you.’ Scarman sighed.
‘I guess we’ll have to get creative.’ You heard the door open and the sound of footsteps. You forced your head up and watched the masked men undo the handcuffs on your hand and feet, forcing you to stand.
‘What are you doing?’ Your father asked. A chain was attached to the new cuffs on your hands. You watched them attach it to the ceiling above you. Suddenly, you were suspended in the air. You gasped and winced at the pain. You felt the stitches move from where you were stabbed. As soon as the men were done, they left.
‘Dorogoy,’ Yelena said. ‘Look at me, okay?’ Your eyes went to your girlfriend immediately. You heard movement behind you but you didn’t look away from Yelena. Ker-Chack. Your eyes went wide at the sound of a whip cracking.
‘I don’t like liars, Melina. So why don’t we try again. Did they tell us what we want?’ You looked back at the laptop. If looks could kill, Scarman would be dead as Melina glared at him. Her eyes flickered to you.
‘Yes.’ She gritted.
‘And?’ He repeated.
‘I need more than 48 hours.’ She said.
‘See, why didn’t we start with that?’ He asked. The first hit of the whip took you by surprise as it slashed against your back. You jumped forward as you bit down on your lip forcing down the scream. You couldn’t stop the tears. ‘You have 48 hours.’
‘72.’ She counter offered. Another hit.
‘You have 48. Do you want 24?’
‘56.’ You closed your eyes expecting the hit but it never came.
‘56 hours, not one minute over.’ He cracked the whip against your back 3 more times. On the 5th hit, you screamed in pain. You felt blood dripping down your back. You looked at the screen. Your mom had tears running down her cheeks. Your father’s jaw was clenched, eyes glistening with tears. ‘Such pretty noises you make. 56 hours.’ He closed the laptop. The room was silent besides your uneven breathing.
‘I’m going to fucking kill you.’ Yelena growled.
‘Get the doctor.’ He sighed. ‘Again.’ You were lowered to the ground. As your knees hit the ground, your body collapsed and darkness welcomed you.
*
Helpless. That was the feeling that was moving through Yelena as she watched that monster hurt you. You’ve been so strong, out lasting some of the Widows Yelena trained with. You regained consciousness when the doctor cleaned the wounds on your back. She was whispering something to you. You just nodded. Yelena knew Melina was lying and she wondered if she was going to keep her promise. At this rate, Yelena rather than Melina break her promise so this would end. But years of training, she knew even if they handed over the mind controlling agent it did not mean everyone would walk away. The doctor finished and Scarman’s men chained you to the back wall. Your hands above your head. You shifted so your back wasn’t directly touching the wall.
‘Will she do it?’ You asked as the door closed. Your voice was rough from your screams. Your screams. That sound would haunt her dreams. Yelena knew you were tired. Bruises covered your face. A stab wound on your shoulder. Now wounds on your back from a whip. Plus that stupid collar. Yelena didn’t know how much more you had in you. ‘Will Melina give it to them?’
‘I don’t know, dorogoy.’ You nodded.
‘I don’t want her to. I don’t want young girls to go through what you did, Lena.’ Yelena shifted on the mattress. You smiled. ‘I remember when I was younger, mom and dad were reading me a bedtime story. It was a little scary but full of adventure. My dad took me in his arms and said, ‘When you get older your wild heart will live for younger days. Think of me if you’re ever afraid.’ You closed your eyes. Yelena watched as your shoulders shook and tears fell. ‘Things were so much simpler back then. Gods. I can’t remember the last time I told him I loved him.’
‘What happened between you and your father?’ Your eyes opened slowly.
‘What has Natasha told you?’ You questioned.
‘Nothing. Just that you and Clint aren’t on great terms and that your family got blipped away besides you and him.’ You nodded.
‘My relationship with him was strained before the Blip from what I told you.’ Yelena remembered the trackers on your clothes and phones, the strict curfew hours. They did all of this in the name of keeping you safe. Which Yelena understood to a point. ‘But those 5 years put the nail on the coffin. He became the Ronin.’ After Yelena returned, she heard stories of the Ronin. A masked man running around taking justice into his own hands. ‘I stayed with Nat at the compound. For 5 years, I mourned my family alone and helped her where I could while he was dealing with the Blip.’
‘He never contacted you?’ Yelena questioned. You shook your head.
‘Besides the day he told me what happened and dropped me off at the compound. Nat tried to find him and he left signs for us to tell us that he was still alive. First week I was really hopeful that he would come back to me.’ Your voice shook. You took a deep breath in and out. ‘I needed him, you know? I bugged Nat for updates and sometimes she would leave to try to catch him but she returned empty handed. One week turned into 2 months, 2 months turned into a year, and one year turned into 5. When they came up with the Time Heist, he came back. Do you know what he did when he saw me?’ You asked. Yelena shook her head. ‘He gave me a pat on the back.’ You shook your head, laughing softly. ‘You know what the fucked up thing is. I’m not mad at him for becoming the Ronin. I am mad because I forgave him so easily and he didn’t even apologize for it. I’m mad because he’s done so many shitty things to me and I still love him. And-’ You cleared your throat. ‘And if I don’t make it out of this I need you to tell him, mom too, that I love them and I forgive them.’
*
You weren’t sure how much time had passed. Scarman’s people brought in more oatmeal and water. You knew he needed you alive until he got what he wanted. You tried to keep track of how many times they came in but it was too much for your brain to handle. You and Yelena spent the time talking about small things and taking turns sleeping. Yelena made you take more naps claiming you needed it more than her. You wanted to argue but you knew you weren’t going to win but the dark circles that were forming under her eyes weren’t making you feel better.
It was one of those times Yelena allowed herself to close her eyes. You were watching the door, humming a song to keep yourself awake, when the door opened. To your surprise, it was the doctor. She was carrying two trays. ‘Yelena.’ Your voice woke up your girlfriend immediately. The food was different. The smell made your stomach into knots. She walked over to you first, kneeling down at your level.
‘I got you something different.’ She said, cutting the piece of meat up and holding out a fork. You took the food, almost moaning at the taste. You watched as she went into her pocket and pulled out a small white pill. ‘It’s not my best cooking.’ She said, pushing the pull into the next bite. ‘How is your back?’ She asked. You hesitated with this bite but she gave you a look that mirrored your mothers when you were being difficult at the dinner table.
‘Sore but I’ll be okay thanks to you.’ She nodded and fed you the rest. She placed a straw into the glass and held it to your lips. You took slow sips, savoring the water.
‘You have food on your face.’ She took a napkin and whipped you face, leaning close to your ear. ‘He’s upset.’ She warned. ‘The pill I gave you should numb whatever he’s about to do to you.’ You finished the drink.
‘Thank you.’ You meant it. Without her, you wouldn’t have lasted this long. It was her gentle touches as she cleaned your wounds that reminded you that the world still had light in it. She nodded and walked over to Yelena. It was the same interaction. The doctor spoke in a hushed voice that you couldn’t hear. But you saw Yelena’s eyes widen for a split second but she drew on her mask. Yelena shifted her back, putting it flush against the wall.
The door flew open and the small room was soon filled with Scarman and his men. ‘Get out of here.’ He ordered the doctor. She nodded and left the room. ‘Tie her up.’ You were forced to your feet, your hands attached to the chain and you were suspended in the air again.
‘What’s got your panties in a bunch?’ You asked.
‘How did they know?’ He asked you.
‘You are going to have to be a little more specific.’ He slapped you across the face as he was handed a file. He took out pieces of paper and showed them to you. They were pictures, all of your family. You saw your father with Kate walking into a store. Bucky and Sam were outside on a bench.
‘How did they know you aren’t in Paris anymore?’
‘We aren’t in Paris.’ You played dumb.
‘How the fuck are we suppose to know where we are?’ Yelena asked. ‘It’s not like you gave us a room with a view.’ You laughed, it was short lived as Yelena let out a pained groan.
‘What did I tell Melina?’ He asked, as they placed a video camera in front of you. ‘I don’t like liars. I think we need to relearn who is in charge.’
*
Laura held two cups of coffee in her hands. The 3 super soldiers (plus Sam) were in the backyard burning off energy. Kate and Clint went to the store and Natasha and Wanda were sleeping, which was much needed. The only person that was available to have a conversation was the woman who raised the young woman dating her daughter. Melina was sitting at the dining room table. The blue light of her laptop illuminated her face and papers were scattered all over the table. It looked like chaos but Laura knew there was a system to the older Black Widow’s organization. She placed the coffee in an empty spot on the table. The sound caused Melina to look away from her computer. ‘Oh, thank you.’ Laura smiled, sitting down.
‘How are you doing?’ Melina sighed. ‘That good?’ Laura laughed. Melina gave her a smile.
‘It’s strange to see Natalia without Yelena close behind.’ She said, instead of answering the question. ‘When we defeated Dreykov it was nice seeing them become close again.’ Laura nodded.
‘She held a lot of guilt for leaving Yelena behind.’
‘My girls are fighters.’
‘Just like their mother.’ Melina's smile grew as she sipped her coffee.
‘Your daughter is a good match for Yelena. She is tough.’ Laura sighed, wrapping her hands around the mug; hoping for its warmth to feel her.
‘I don’t know how much more she’ll be able to withstand. She’s no super soldier.’
‘Pain makes us stronger. I told that to my girls all the time.’ Melina picked up a piece of paper, looking it over. ‘I wasn’t the mother my girls needed at the time but I’m trying now. Before they were taken from me I told Natalia to not let them take her heart.’ Melina looked at Laura. ‘Your daughter has a big one. She’ll be okay.’
‘Stark, received another link.’ Sam said, running from the backyard with Alexi, Steve, and Bucky close behind. The commotion caused Natasha and Wanda to wake up.
‘What’s going on?’ Wanda asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
‘Stark got sent another video.’ Bucky explained as Sam pulled it on the TV. The video was paused but they saw you hanging from the ceiling again.
‘Do we wait for Clint?’ Steve asked.
‘No need,’ Clint said, as the front door opened. The door slammed close. ‘Play it.’ He dumped the grocery bags on the table. Sam hit the spacebar and the video started to play. The sound of the whip was the first thing they heard and you flinched from the sound. Laura grabbed onto Clint’s hand.
‘How did they find out you were in Russia?’ He asked.
‘I don’t know. I don’t even know how many days I’ve been in this room.’ You said. Ker-Chack.
‘What did I say?’
‘You don’t like liars.’ He began to circle you. ‘I’m not lying.’ Ker-Chack. You jumped forward as the whip was close to you. The man chuckled.
‘I’m not going to use this on you, little one. I don’t like repetition.’ He put the whip in his pocket. ‘Bring her over.’
‘Get your hands off of me.’ They heard Yelena off screen. She was thrown to the floor, her hands free from the cuffs. A gun was put to your head and two at Yelena’s.
‘Stand.’ The man ordered. Yelena didn’t. ‘Don’t make me ask you again.’ He removed the safety from the gun. Yelena stood up as she did and the camera was moved to the side. ‘The fire you both have in you is amazing. Time to put it out. Hit her.’ Yelena looked at him, glaring at him.
‘Your fucking insane.’ The man shrugged.
‘Probably. Don’t ignore a direct order. Hit her.’ He ordered again. Yelena shook her head, crossing her arms across her chest.
‘Absolutely not. You are going to have to kill me because I’m not doing it.’ The two men unclicked their safety.
‘Yelena,’ Natasha mumbled, placing her hand on her chin.
‘Sweetheart, look at me.’ You said with a smile. Yelena looked away from the man to you. ‘It’s okay. It’s okay.’ Yelena’s face morphed from anger to sadness.
‘No. I won’t do it.’
‘Yelena,’ You said firmly. ‘Hit me.’ Yelena’s lip started to shake, as her emotions were on full display of what she was through. Laura knew the inner turmoil the young Black Widow was going through. ‘Please.’ You pleaded. She raised her hand, it was shaking. Her slap across your face was soft, your head barely moved. The man tsked.
‘Harder.’ You nodded. The slap was harder. ‘Punch her.’
‘No.’ Yelena pleaded.
‘Do it!’ You said. She punched you in the stomach. You didn’t make a sound.
‘Come on Belova. Let’s see the world’s best child assassin.’ Yelena looked at her hand as it turned into a fist. She glanced back at you. Your lips were still in a smile as you nodded. Yelena punched you in the stomach. You grunted. ‘Again.’ Another punch and another. You tried to lean forward but the chains prevented you. The man went behind Yelena. ‘Your holding back.’ He placed the barrel of the gun underneath her blonde hair. Laura watched as Natasha and Melina reacted. ‘Show us your true colors, Yelena. Show us what the Red Room created. Or your brain is going to cover your pretty little girlfriend.’
‘Yelena,’ You said. ‘Let’s go. It’s okay.’ It became too much for Laura to watch, she kept her eyes trained on the wooden floor. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t stop hearing your sounds of pain and Yelena’s cries. She saw Yelena as another daughter and she hated that she was forced to do this to you. Laura remembered the night Yelena got the call of the hit that was placed on Clint. She found Yelena sitting alone in the kitchen, drinking a bottle of vodka, and they talked till the sun came up.
‘Good. You can be done.’ Laura looked back at the screen. Yelena had one hand through your hair and the other wrapped around your throat. Your nose was bleeding and your lip was cracked. She let go of you and they released you from the ceiling. Your body slumped to the ground. Yelena’s hands were cuffed back together and she was led back to the mattress . Her eyes never left your still body. Tears were falling down her cheeks as she fell to her knees. He stood in front of the camera. ‘Lyers get punished. You have 10 hours.’ The video ended. The room was filled with a heavy silence.
‘He’s slipping,’ Steve said. ‘He’s losing control.’
‘He did it,’ Natasha sighed. ‘He broke one of them like he said he would. Yelena is never going to forgive herself.’ She rubbed her hands across her face.
‘Y/n told her it was okay,’ Clint said, the color draining from his face. ‘It was that or Yelena would have been killed.’ Kate moved over to Sam.
‘May I?’ She asked. Sam nodded and stepped away from the laptop. She rewound the video.
‘What’s up Kate?’ Steve asked.
‘I think her egging Yelena on had another reason.’ Kate stopped the video when Yelena had her hand around your neck. She zoomed in. ‘Watch Yelena’s hand when she removes it.’ Kate played the video and slowed it down. It was quick. Kate played it again.
‘She got the necklace off of her.’ Laura said. Kate nodded.
‘Yelena is going to escape.’
*
Yelena stared at her hands that were clenched in fists. Her knuckles were caked in blood, cracked from the punches she threw. She never felt more sick to her stomach than she did now. The food she ate was forcing its way up but she forced it down. Scarman kicked you over onto your back and attached your cuffs back to the wall. You let out a pained grunt. ‘You didn’t kill that, that’s a shame.’ Yelena looked up slowly. Her vision was blurry from her tears.
‘What is wrong with you?’ She asked. Scarman laughed, walking over to Yelena and knelt down at her level.
‘You and I aren’t that different. We are a product of our environment.’
‘We are nothing alike.’
‘Oh but we are, Miss. Belova. You can still follow orders like a good little servant. You aren’t free, you are only fooling yourself.’ He stood up. Something clicked in Yelena’s head but she kept her expression neutral. Who was he working for? Her eyes followed him as he left the room, closing it behind him. The sound of chains rattling pulled Yelena away from the door.
‘You got it.’ You said. Your eyes were still closed. Yelena nodded, opening up her hand and stared at your necklace.
‘I-’
‘It’s okay, Lena.’ You interrupted her.
‘No!’ Yelena shouted. How could you be okay with this? ‘You keep saying it’s okay but nothing about this is okay.’ She shook her head. She was angry. Angry at herself for listening to you. Angry at you for giving her permission to hurt you. Angry that maybe he was right. ‘I promised your parents that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and they just watched me tortue you.’
‘They will understand.’ You said slowly, opening your eyes.
‘And if they don’t?!’ Yelena asked. You sighed, leaning your head back.
‘They will understand.’ You repeated. ‘Yelena, please, I told you to do it.’
‘I should have let them kill me.’
‘No!’ You yelled, the sudden outburst startled Yelena. ‘No.’ You shook your head, looking at her again. ‘I couldn’t let that happen. I -dammit Yelena I love you too much to let you die in front of me. So if I have to take a few more bruises and cuts to ensure you live, I'll do it.’ Yelena’s jaw dropped.
‘You-you love me?’
‘Yes,’ You said. ‘So much and this is not how I wanted to tell you. I had it all planned out. I was going to tell you when we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower,’ You giggled. ‘But some Russian psychopath with a scar on his face really fucked that up.’ Yelena laughed. She really had no idea how you were still making jokes. ‘So yes Yelena Belova, I love you.’ Yelena smiled, hearing those 3 words made her heart skip and her stomach flip. It’s words she never expected to hear. Words she didn’t think she deserved. No, she thought. That monster was wrong. Those words meant she was free; free to be loved and free to be happy. She was free to love you back.
‘I love you too, Y/n Barton.’ She watched your smile grow. ‘You’ve freed me.’
‘You did that yourself, solnishko. I’m just happy to see it.’ Silence fell between you two. Yelena watched you rest your head against the wall. The rise and fall of your chest, it was uneven and Yelena wondered if she bruised your ribs. ‘What was it like?’ You asked suddenly. Yelena gave you a confused look. ‘What was it like for you? Those years during the Blip.’ You clarified. Oh. Yelena wasn’t expecting that question. It was a topic Yelena didn’t mind talking about she told her sister and one night Kate asked her because the archer didn’t get blipped away. But you always seemed to dance around the topic.
‘I was in the bathroom of a Widow that I thought needed saving when it happened,’ She started. ‘When the big purple thumb man,’ You laughed. ‘Snapped his fingers, it felt like pins and needles covered my entire body. Then everything got really quiet, cold, and dark.’ Yelena sighed and started to play with the charm on your necklace. ‘It was a weird feeling. I felt almost stuck between here and somewhere else. Sometimes I still feel like that, that nothing here is real and that I will slip away. It mostly feels like that at night.’ She looked up at you with a smile. ‘It’s why I like to cuddle up against you at night. You are everything that I was missing in those 5 years. Warmth. Stability. Light.’ You closed your eyes and Yelena watched tears silently fall.
‘Lena,’ You said, your voice shook. ‘I want to go home.’
‘I’ll get you home, moya lyubovʹ. I promise.’
*
You think two hours have passed since they ventured into your cell. The door opened and a masked man had two bowls in his hands. It was the same oatmeal that you’ve been forced to eat. You were surprised by the amount of food you were getting. But you wondered if it was to throw you off on how much time was passing or Scarman wanted you to have energy to prolong this nightmare. The man knelt in front of you, holding out a spoon full. It was the same routine but before you could take the food, his body collapsed to the ground. Your mouth dropped as you stared at Yelena, a bloody knife in her hands. ‘Your free?’ You questioned. She nodded, searching the man’s body. She grabbed a handgun from his waist and an automatic gun that was attached to his back. ‘How?’ You asked.
‘The doctor.’ She said, ‘She slipped me a knife and this,’ She had a bobby pin in her hand as she unlocked your cuffs. ‘We have to move.’ She wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you to your feet. But your body screamed in pain and you let out a pained moan.
‘Yelena, you have to leave me.’
‘Are you insane?’ She asked, as you pulled away and sat back down.
‘I’m just going to slow you down. You need to go and get out of here.’ You knew Yelena was struggling on what to do.
‘Fine.’ She placed the pistol in your hand, unlocking the safety. ‘You shoot anything that comes in this.’ You chuckled.
‘Aye, aye, Captain.’ She cupped your face with your hands and you leaned into her touch. It had been too long since you’ve felt the gentle touch of your girlfriend. She pressed your lips against yours and you kissed her back, ignoring the pain in your split lip. You pulled away. ‘Go.’ She nodded, kissing on your forehead.
‘I love you.’
‘I love you too, Lena.’ Your girlfriend stood up, checked the gun, and walked to the door. Yelena looked at you one more time and disappeared. You sighed, bent your right knee up, and rested your arm on it, the gun facing the open doorway. Point and shoot. Simple. Easy. You remembered dragging Natasha to the gun range and begging her to teach you how to shoot a gun because you thought it was much cooler than a bow and arrow. You smiled, you were a little shit growing up. The sounds of bullets echoed through the quiet and an alarm started to go off.
‘Well, that didn’t take long.’ You mumbled.
*
Yelena never liked hurting people but the Red Room conditioned her that it was a necessary part of the job or it was the only way to survive. It was them or her. She made her way through the hallways. The doctor gave her a general lay out. Out of the room, take a left, down two flights of stairs, and out of the front door. The issue came when she ran into his men. The doctor said each man was armed with a pistol, an automatic weapon, and two knives. She had to be quiet or the alarm would be sound and more people would be on here, or you. She made a promise she would get you home and she would do that, no matter how many men she had to kill.
It started off easy, disarming the men she found and a quick stab to their throat, they were out. Her outfit became soaked in their blood. As she rounded a corner she felt arms around her waist and she was pulled into a room. She twisted herself out of the man’s arms and faced him, his gun pointed at her. She grabbed his gun and they struggled, they fell onto the ground, and Yelena got the gun pointed to the man’s stomach and fired. Bang! The gunshot echoed in the quiet hallway and the alarm started to go off. ‘Fuck.’ She mumbled, jumping to her feet and ran through the hallway. Her mindset changed, they knew she was free, so it didn’t matter. Each man she saw she gunned them down. Yelena sprinted down the 2 flights of stairs and ran towards the front door.
The bright sun caused Yelena to squint. She spun around, trying to see where they were. The sound of birds flying overhead and ships passing by. They were at a marina in an abandoned factory. ‘Yelena!’ Her name was called out. She spun around towards the sound of her face.
‘Siestra.’ She took off running towards her sister. She ran into Natasha’s body, hugging her tight. Natasha pulled back, resting her forehead against hers. ‘How-how did you find us?’ Yelena asked.
‘Someone turned off the signal jammer.’ Wanda said, landing next to her girlfriend. She pulled Yelena into a quick hug. A body slammed into Yelena, strong arms lifted her up and spun around.
‘I knew you would escape.’ Alexi said. ‘My Yelena is strong.’
‘Don’t break her,’ Melina scolded, Alexi set her down. ‘How are you, moya dochʹ?’
‘I’m good, mama.’ She watched Sam land with his wings out and Bucky, Steve, Kate, Clint, and Laura run over to them. ‘Called in everyone I see.’ Natasha rolled her eyes.
‘Don’t get yourself kidnapped again.’ Yelena chuckled, scratching the back of her head.
‘It’s high on my list of things not to do.’
‘Yelena, where is she?’ Clint asked.
‘In the room where we were. She was too injured. Come on, I'll show you.’ Yelena turned back towards the building when a large group of men came out.
‘Yelena, Clint, Laura, Nat, and Wanda go get Y/n. The rest of us will handle these idiots.’ Sam ordered. Kate notched her arrow across her bow and Melina ready her Widow bites. Yelena smiled at her family.
‘Give them hell.’
*
Every guard that ran past the open door paid you no attention, they were more worried about the Black Widow no doubt eliminating their numbers. You prayed to whatever Gods that would hear your prayers that Yelena could find help. You weren’t sure how much time you had before Scarman showed his face. ‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear.’ You said, as Scarman leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and he was staring at Yelena’s empty spot.
‘I’m impressed. How did she manage that?’ He asked.
‘A magician never reveals their secrets.’ He took a step forward. ‘You come any closer and I’ll kill you.’ He chuckled.
‘You aren’t a killer, little one. Unlike Miss Belova, you don’t have what it takes.’ He pointed to the body next to you. ‘Do you even know how to use that?’ You pointed the gun at the door frame and shot besides his head. He didn’t flinch from the sound. He looked at the bullet hole. ‘Impressive but like I said you don’t have what it takes.’ He entered the room and you tighten your grip on the gun. ‘I find you fascinating, little one. You lasted longer than we gave you credit.’
We?, you thought. ‘Do you know you are the reason you and Miss. Belova were taken so easily?’
‘Me?’ You questioned.
‘Yes, you. You made her weak, complacent, so it was easy to take you. We’ve been watching you since you landed in Spain.’ He explained. ‘You made her weak.’ He took a step forward. ‘You made her sluggish.’ Another step. ‘This is all your fault.’
‘No, no it isn’t. It’s yours.’ You said, your hand shaking.
‘Your own father doesn't even want you. You were the reason your family had to hide in Iowa. You are the reason he became the Ronin. How long till she leaves you?’ He asked. ‘How long till she realizes you are nothing?’
‘She’s going to kill you.’ You said. The man laughed, grabbing onto your hand, and put the barrel of the gun under his chin.
‘Do you think this will end with me? My death will be seen as a martyr for the cause.’ He placed his finger on the trigger. You struggled to pull your hand back, he kept it there. ‘Do you know how I got this scar?’ He asked. ‘Go on, ask me.’
‘How did you get that scar?’ You asked, your voice was soft.
‘Dreyok gave it to me. He tried to kill me but I walked away with his scar,’ He pointed to his eye. ‘This nightmare isn’t over, Miss. Barton. It is just the beginning.’ Red magic wrapped around his waist and pulled him off of you. You fell back as he struggled against the magic you knew well.
‘Wanda.’ She gave you a smile as she walked into the room. She slammed your capture against the wall.
‘Chip.’ Clint said, running into the room.
‘Dad!’ You cried, falling into his arms. He caught you and brought you gently to the ground. You saw your mom, over this shoulder with a pistol in her hand. ‘Mom.’ She joined the hug.
‘I am so proud of you.’ She said, you felt her tears in your hair. You saw Natasha enter the room. She smiled at you, giving you a wink. You smiled back. Natasha went over to the chair that you woke up in and sat it up right. Wanda used her magic and placed Scarman in it. Her magic locked in arms, legs, and head back. He was struggling but it seemed as he struggled her hold on him grew stronger. Her eyes were glowing red.
‘Yelena. Is she okay?’ You asked.
‘Did you doubt me, moya lyubovʹ.’ Your girlfriend said, leaning against the doorway. Clint kissed your forehead and stood up. Yelena took his place.
‘Yelena and your mother are going to get you out of here.’ They wrapped their arms around your waist and helped you stand up. Your arms hung on their shoulders.
‘What-what about you?’ You asked. Your father glared at the strapped to the chair.
‘Like you said, he messed with the wrong family.’ Yelena and Laura walked you out of the room and down the hallway. But his voice called out after you.
‘Remember what I said, little one. Remember!’
*
It was a blur. One minute, your mom and girlfriend were dragging you out of an abandoned warehouse and the next you were waking up in a hospital bed with your siblings and your parents by your side. Yelena filled in the blanks. You’re body gave in to exhaustion from the torture, you passed out as oon as the sun hit your face. Bucky ran over to you and carried you to the car where Laura drove you, Yelena, and Melina to the hospital. Tony Stark called ahead and requested the best care and blocked off an entire wing, the hospital couldn’t really say no to Tony Stark. During the ride, Melina took the collar off and gave you an injection to relax your powers. The doctor’s treated your body for the bruising, the stab wound, and the wounds on your back. You had a mild concussion, your ribs were bruised, and one the cuts on your back was injected. You and Yelena both suffered from dehydration and malnourishment.
‘How did you find us?’ You asked Kate - who brought in pizza for you and Yelena. You couldn’t tell if it was the best pizza in the world or if you were that hungry.
‘Someone turned off the signal jammers. Peter and Tony found your location right away.’ The doctor. According to Natasha, they searched the entire building and there was no sign of her. It was like she disappeared.
It was your last night in the hospital, Yelena’s head was resting on your chest. Your mom and dad were asleep on a cot and your siblings were scattered on the floor with hospital blankets draped over them. Your fingers were running through Yelena’s hair. The Black Widow shifted so she was looking up at you. She gave you a sleepy smile.
‘Why are you up?’ You shrugged.
‘I’m not sure,’ You answered. ‘Just thinking about you, us, everything.’ You knew she remembered this conversation on the balcony in Paris by the way her eyes lit up.
‘All good things, yes?’ She asked.
‘All good things I promise.’
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Summary: It has been 1 year since half of the Earth's population has been brought back and people's lives are still a complicated mess, especially around the holiday season. Clint takes his kids to New York to spend much needed family time with them and things are going well, until someone has found and put on the Ronin outfit and his Christmas plans have come to a halt. For Natasha, healing after facing death was a lot easier than she thought, the hardest part is dealing with those that were affected by her so called death.
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Chapter 2: A Team is Formed
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Chapter 4
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