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ichorai · 8 months

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afterlife ; yelena belova.

track eleven of BROKEN MACHINE.

sequel to the scientist & the assassin.

pairing ; yelena belova & gn!reader (platonic), natasha romanoff x spouse!reader

synopsis ; her sister was dead. she’d lost everyone she’d ever known. and she didn’t know you—at least not as well as she’d like to know her sister’s spouse, but yelena wanted to try. that was the least she could do.

words ; 1.9k

themes ; angst, mild fluff

warnings / includes ; talks of death, set after events of endgame and hawkeye series, grief and angst, liho cameo & hawkeye/kate mention, someone pls give yelena a hug rn :( also it isn't mentioned anywhere in the fic but i'm a yelena aroace truther so pls don't read into their relationship as anything but platonic !!

a/n ; sorry i haven't posted anything in sooo long </3 life's been tough :( but i hit 7.8k followers and that's just so crazy to me, thank you for sticking around !! (i still haven't finished my 6k milestone this is sickening)

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There was a ridiculous sort of homeliness to the stout little house Yelena stood in front of. Long plants dangled from the slanted roofs, and the bulbous lamp hanging by the door glowed a merry shade of amber. Even the doormat was endearing, a shoddy brown scratcher with a black imprint of a cat’s paw in the center. Yelena wiped the soles of her combat boots against it, blowing out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Places like this—places that reeked of home and warmth—they weren’t made for people like her. At least, that was what she was conditioned into believing her entire life. People like her didn’t deserve to have a home.

But her sister had broken the cycle. She’d escaped. They were one and the same as children—a statue and its shadow—and yet they’d gone down vastly different paths in life. Natasha found a new family, she’d found love, she’d found a home. What did Yelena have?

And that’s what made it all the stranger for Yelena to be standing in front of this little house. A part of her was afraid that if she stepped inside, it would crumble apart in front of her.

It was her sister’s home, and yet she was afraid to linger. The house that her sister used to live in before she… before…

Yelena screwed her lips off to the side and bit the inside of her cheek.

Before she could change her mind, she rapped her knuckles against the polished wood of the door thrice. Two more times after that for good measure. The doorbell was right there, Yelena noticed a little too late.

When the entrance creaked open, the blonde had to grit her teeth and keep her feet planted, because a large part of her wanted to turn and run. Yelena Belova had been on the run for a large part of her life. So much of her childhood was lost to the wind of discreet cars and disguises. She couldn’t stomach the idea of facing something real and something true.

Your face peered out from behind the door, features curious and softened with exhaust. For a moment, she could see the scientist in you: the way your gaze darted all over her, searching for clues as to who she was. Trying to piece together the puzzle that was Yelena Belova.

Quite a few pieces were missing from that puzzle. Yelena was sure it’d never be complete, really.

“Hello. I’m sorry, who are you?” you asked, brows cinching together.

You were beautiful, even with the fatigue weighing over your shoulders, even with the tender skin beneath your eyes that darkened with tears and lost sleep. Yelena could see why her sister loved you so much.

When the blonde in front of you whispered her name, you took a slight step back. From shock or from fear, Yelena couldn’t quite tell.

A spark of recognition danced over your countenance. You’d seen faded pictures of your wife and her sister when they were children. She had the same eyes as that child. The same hair, the same nose, the same lips. But people change, faces morph, and personalities are discarded. You could never be too careful. After all—your wife was a widow.

“Prove it,” you murmured.

Yelena leveled her eyes with you. Then, she let out the shrill, two-toned whistle. The one Natasha would do to signal to you, to Clint, to her loved ones.

A lump formed in your throat, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You stepped to the side and muttered a quiet apology, inviting her to come into your home.

Yelena stomped her boots against the welcome mat twice, not wanting to be a rude guest by tracking mud all over the floors, and slipped into the house. Her sister’s home.

There were fragments of Natasha everywhere. In the framed pictures, in her initials embroidered into the handcloths in the kitchen, in the rows of linguistic books lining the bookshelves.

You were anxiously twisting your hands together, studying the way Yelena took everything in. Noticing that her eyes were lingering on the books, you ventured to tell her, “She was learning Arabic. During the Blip, that is. Got pretty decent at it, actually.”

Before she could think of a reply, maybe a rather petty retort that Yelena already knew Arabic, a curious meow broke her attention away from you, down to the ground. There was a little black cat pattering its way to her, eyes shining and ears pricked.

“You have a cat?” she murmured, lowering herself to her knees so she could reach out and ruffle its small head.

“Liho was Nat’s birthday present. Well, one of her presents,” you said, a faint smile twitching the corner of your lips at the memory of the failed collapsible motorbike. There was a brief moment of silence, all quiet except for Liho’s pleased purring. “You want a cup of tea?” you eventually asked, gesturing to the kitchen.

She gave you a nod, and you whisked away, grateful for something to occupy yourself with. Yelena found herself studying the house more—the pictures, the mirrors, the lights. It all screamed her sister.

Some of the photos had famous Avengers on them, and Yelena couldn’t help but smile. Her sister, the famous Avenger who saved the world. Her eyes flickered over to you as you brought out a teapot and two mugs. A part of her wondered what you were doing when Natasha had died. Were you off saving the world, too? You murmured something under your breath as you scuttled back to the kitchen to fetch some sugar.

“Please, take a seat,” you said kindly, gesturing to the chair across from you. You poured the drink for her and slid it over the table for her to take. Yelena dropped three cubes of sugar into the mug with an appreciative hum. “So, uh… what happened? Were you—were you blipped?”

“Yes,” she sighed out, blowing at the far-too-hot drink over the brim of the mug. “Five years of life, gone in a blink of an eye. You?”

The two of you watched each other for some time. She lifted the cup to drink, finally. It was damn good tea. There was a citrusy, lemony sort of flavor to it.

“I was part of the half that stayed. Nat and I… we were lucky to have each other. She buried herself in her work. I had—I mean, I didn’t really have work to do anymore. Not with most people I used to work for gone.” After a longer pause, you tilted your head. “Natasha searched everywhere for you. Everywhere. She never—she never stopped looking.”

A lump formed in Yelena’s throat.

“Yeah?” she murmured.

“Yeah.” A tear slipped down your cheek and you didn’t bother to wipe it away. Instead, you smiled. “She loved you so much, Yelena.”

She sucked a cold breath through her gritted teeth and sniffled. “What was she like?”

There were a few seconds of silence. You pondered on her question for quite some time. How were you supposed to summarize your entire world in just a few sentences?

“She was incredible. In every way, really. Smart, beautiful, funny, level-headed. But most of all, she was kind. I think that’s what threw a lot of people off about her. They know she’s an ex-assassin, and she’s not exactly a trusting person… and I guess it’s easy to make assumptions about her with just that. But she was so kind.” You had to pause to swallow around the lump in your throat. “She was patient and understanding. For her to… to sacrifice everything and leave the universe while saving it—that’s the Natasha I know.”

Yelena blew her nose into a tissue when you pushed a box of Kleenex towards her. “I’m here because of her. She’s… she’s a hero.”

“She is.”

With a watery laugh, Yelena said through her tears, “I tried to kill her friend. Your friend, too, I’m guessing. Clint Barton. I was told that he killed her.”

A grim expression flickered over your face as you pursed your lips. “Yeah. He told me. Didn’t sound too happy over the phone. But… he’s doing alright. Has his own little sidekick now, from what I gathered during the call.”

“Kate Bishop,” Yelena said with a mirthful glint to her eyes. “She hit me in the face, you know.”

You arched a brow. “Did you deserve it?”

Yelena frowned and lifted a shoulder in a sheepish shrug. “Probably.”

The two of you grinned at each other, cheeks damp.

Then, her beam melted away. “I didn’t want to believe that Natasha was selfish enough to sacrifice herself to save half of the entire world. Ironic, right?”

You traced the rim of your mug with a finger. “I remember the day it happened. They each came back from the past in a blink of an eye. Except the space beside Clint was empty. Steve caught me before I could fall to the ground when I realized what she’d done.”

“All these powerful heroes,” Yelena whispered. Her voice warbled and swayed, like a feather amidst a hurricane. “And the one that saved the universe was my big sister. She had no powers. Just her and her stupidly big heart.”

“And decades of training,” you added on.

“Yeah. That, too.” Yelena’s shoulders began to shake. “I just miss her so much.”

Abandoning your drink, you got up from the table and stepped to Yelena, pulling her into a warm hug. She began to tremble harder under your grip, winding her arms around you, seeking solace in your warmth.

“She missed you, too,” you murmured. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over you. “I hope you know that you’re always welcome here, Yelena. You’re my sister now, too.”

After a second, Yelena sputtered an apology and slumped back, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. “Sorry. I’m so bad at this. Emotions and all that crap.”

“That’s okay,” you told her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Yelena could see why Natasha loved you so much. You were kind like her.

“I grew up in a fake family. None of it was ever real, even if it felt like it was. But Natasha… she was always real to me. Now that she’s gone, the only real part of my life went with her, as well. And you—you’re real. Real to Natasha. And I… I know we just met, but I want you to be real for me, too. Not only as my sister’s spouse, but… as a friend, a sibling. I’d like to try.”

You gave her a warm smile, and reached out to pat her cheek twice, wiping the dampness away with your thumb. “I’d like that, Yelena.”

The two of you embraced again, and she nearly burst into tears upon realizing that you were the first person she’d hugged since she was blipped away.

“Did Natasha ever tell you how she broke my nose when we were kids?” she asked into the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing.

You pulled away with a skeptical gaze. “She told me you broke your own nose.”

The blonde laughed, low and chesty. “Man, do I have a lot of stories to tell you.”

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If You Want to Be My Lova

Yelena Belova x PlusSize!FemReader

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

A/N: Though I identify R as plus size, I didn’t give her much description to leave it open to a broader range of readers who struggle with loving their bodies. (Pssst, you’re beautiful—I just know it’s true 🥺) | 3,912 Words

Warnings: Steve’s a fat shaming asshole, Body Image Insecurity. Alluded to/never specified eating disorder.

A/N 2.0: I personally detest Steve, but to be clear I don’t genuinely think he’d be like this, I just needed an antagonist.

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Steve watched from across the counter as you wandered into the kitchen, your water in one hand and your phone in the other as you perused the kitchen in search of breakfast. He'd seen the exact moment your eyes lit up when you saw the pink boxes on the counter.

An unnecessary wave of glee ran through him as he prepared to open his mouth and speak, "Are you sure you want to eat that Y/N? If you're serious about losing weight why not look into eating some rolled oats with berries?"

He was being vindictive, you'd grown used to it after you worked your magic and got Natasha to finally ask out Wanda, he's been visibly bitter over the situation ever since. The talking point of your weight was easy enough for him to cling to, he was in peak fitness, and it would only come off as a concerned friend trying to help you reach a "better" state of wellness.

What he failed to consider was Wanda was on her way into the kitchen as well, and she was able to see the exact moment your spirit broke. The light in your eyes faded fast, and the donut in your hand was gently set back into the box, she saw the way your lip wobbled, and your eyes filled with not only tears, but dread too.

——

It enraged her honestly, you were the sweetest person around these parts, and deserved to be treated with nothing less than love and respect.

Steve saw it too, the way you bit your lip and closed your eye's tight to try and reel your feelings in. Crying over it changes nothing...

He went to lift his mug of coffee to his lips as if he was accomplishing something amazing, his smile smug as ever when you turned away, but it fell fast when the steaming contents of his mug were sloshing over the edge of the glass in a way that could only be explained with magic.

He hissed as the drink scalded him through his thick cotton shirt, his chest on fire now, and in a dramatic manner he removed the stained shirt to reveal his toned abs, and ripped arms.

"Wanda, what the fuck was that for?" He called her out immediately, and so she entered the kitchen with a victorious smile, and red tinged fingertips. "Whatever do you mean Rogers?"

"I know what you did."

"Yeah, and I too know what you did," she glares menacingly in his direction while also setting a reassuring hand onto your shoulder, "I'd say the punishment fits the crime."

Steve glared right back, and you finally turned to see what must've occurred to cause this rift, you felt guilt gnawing at your gut, it wasn't a fair feeling, but yet you could feel it festering.

Wanda's fingers continued to spark in shades of a dangerous crimson as the burned man wasn't appearing to be backing down, and you didn't want to involve her any further. It felt sorta unfair for her to fight your battles for you. On account of her being your girlfriends future sister in law, and also because this entire moment was beyond mortifying for you.

To have your insecurities viciously thrown in your face in a public space like this, well it was rather juvenile, and so it made you feel like you were that same kid crying under the bleachers all those years ago when kids were being cruel.

The people pleaser in you won out alongside the embarrassed little one who still resided in your heart, so you took in a shaky breath before trying to calm the witch, "It's okay Wands."

You'd gently settled a hand over hers that still held tightly to your shoulder for comfort, the witch looked back at you, the sad smile you offered didn't calm her though, it only fueled her on. "It's not, especially not when he himself is only a byproduct of a steroidal experiment."

Steve's stance faltered ever so slightly, his ego now efficiently bruised. His mouth spluttered embarrassingly for a moment before he left the kitchen altogether in a grumbling huff.

"Tata Captain Hot Head," she flipped the man off, then turned back to you as you giggled.

"Hey dorogoy," you looked at her inquisitively, and she offered you one of the warmest smiles you'd ever seen, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, whatever you need Wands," she beamed, "I'm glad to hear you say that, can you get two plates for us? I'll take a maple bar, and you can pick that sprinkled one back up while I make us a fruit salad and some hot cocoa."

Wanda watched closely, there was a hesitation in your demeanor, as if you were now scared. You however nodded meekly, then began to shuffle around the space to do as she asked.

"Ooh, did I see donut holes too?"

"Yup," you confirmed, and then you watched from your place at the counter as six tiny balls of dough and sugar danced through the air until they landed evenly between your plates.

The two of you spoke about your weekly movie night tonight while picking at the food before you, you smiled when the witch said you got to pick, you settled on Hocus Pocus, and Wanda smiled when she saw your plate was empty.

Then Wanda watched your face fall as she described in detail how she'd prepared a couple of snack trays for the both of your girlfriends with the ravenous appetites. This was a normal conversation, but now that Steve threw you into this self deprecating headspace she could see you debating if you wanted to go anymore.

The pressure to eat another meal today was already crippling your soul, it felt wrong to even consider nourishing yourself after the way Steve haphazardly regarded your body. Seeing how fit he was didn't help either, it only made you feel like you truly didn't deserve to eat.

"Well, I have some errands to run Wands, but I'll see you tonight," you collected both of your plates, and left her behind with a side hug as you departed, but your thoughts were so loud all the witch was left to do was frown as she made her way to the gym to try and fix this.

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Natasha slammed Yelena into the mat for what was like the tenth time in an hour, "Cyka."

"Just admit that I'm better, and we'll be done."

"Never, I am just distracted," Yelena groaned, "Something in my gut is deeply unpleasant."

"Yeah, you simply can't stomach losing," Nat laughed as she once again dodged her sisters fist with grace, but then she was groaning when Yelena's fist hit her in the gut, she was too distracted by the sight of her fast approaching angered lover to have stopped the attack.

"Ha! I win!" Yelena screeched, only to be met with a shove that knocked her on her ass, and to wind up on the receiving end of Natasha's incredulous expression, "One hit isn't a win!"

"Listen here cyka," Yelena angrily muttered while stepping up to her sister, "Listening," Natasha smirked and Yelena reared back.

"Enough! Both of you!" Wanda caught Yelena's fist with red wisps, "Save your anger for Steve."

The sisters looked to her within an instant, both wearing different degrees of confusion.

"What did he do now?" Natasha groaned, she was growing really tired of his petty antics.

"He made Y/N self conscious, she's not okay."

Yelena's entire body tensed, Wanda could feel her fighting against her magic, and as if the God's heard her prayer Steve entered the gym.

"Let me go," she lowly growled, and Wanda did so without a single concern for the man, she was actually thrilled for what was to come.

Steve was unknowingly preparing for a beating coming down here, he'd come here to fight away the thoughts of inadequacy Wanda placed in his mind with the punching bag, but instead he was on his knees clutching his manly hood.

"What the actual fuck?" he seethed, but when he met the fiery gaze of one Yelena Belova he knew not to even test the waters any further.

"YA vypotroshu tebya, kak rybu," she rasped through gritted teeth, her hand fisted in the mans hair, as she punched him square in the nose, then as she went to further beat him she felt Natasha's hands on her shoulder's pulling her back, "Idi k yeye sestre, ty yey nuzhen, my s nim spravimsya." Yelena looked to her with a scowl, but after a moment of reassuring eye contact she conceded, "Zastav' yego zaplatit'."

(I will gut you like a fish / Go to her sister, she needs you, we'll handle him. / Make him pay)

"You know Rogers, Y/N only ever gave me the confidence to ask Wanda out, it was always going to be her, and never going to be you," she pulled Wanda in by her waist for a bruising kiss to ensure he understood her honest words.

He pouted like a petulant child, Yelena's firm hold was replaced with Wanda's impenetrable magic, so he was forced to watch them kissing.

Natasha lowered her body until she was level with the pitiful man, she patted his cheek twice patronizingly then she spoke only to ruin him, "Because sure Rogers, you might have the fawned over physique, but that's really only superficial, at the end of the day you're nothing worth experiencing," she beamed as his eyes filled shallowly with tears, "Y/N is a light in this dark world Steve, and for you to treat her like she's less than because you feel you lost me because of her is so strange. It's also not true."

"Everyone knows you have the personality of a brick wall, and it's just not that appealing. At least Sam and Bucky are interesting enough," Wanda taunted the scowling man, "There's a reason you could only ever score a date with the niece of your almost lover," she gripped him by his chin, and stared coldly into his eyes, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man Steve."

"That's all there is to it," Nat concluded, then with a precise swing of her fist he was out cold.

Wanda knelt beside him, and Natasha watched as red wisps jolted through his temple, "Sweet nightmares, I hope you wake up devastated."

"God, I love you so much," Natasha groans as she pulls her lover in for a deep kiss, "Y/N's family Nat, and nobody fucks with my family."

"That she is, I just hope Yelena can fix this," Natasha frowns slightly, and Wanda meets her concerned expression with an equivalent sigh, "If anyone can, it's her." Wanda softly grabs her lovers hand, "But we can also do our part."

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Yelena raced through the entire compound in search of you, in her frazzled state she had neglected the obvious solution of just asking Friday, but after stumbling onto the vacant floor of the compound she knew she found you.

Soft sobs came from the room that used to be yours before you moved into Yelena's room. Back when you were Tony's assistant who he deemed worthy of a room, and not yet her everything, because that's exactly what you are.

"Y/N?" She called out softly as to not scare you, "Moye solnyshko," she whispered the words as she entered your old room, her heart stuttered when she saw the broken glass of your mirror, and it nearly shattered when she saw some of your things had been brought down here.

"Y/N, detka, what's going on?" She reached out for you, but you pulled your hands away, she frowned upon seeing the cuts that littered your skin and the air of despondency in your glossy orbs, it had made her imagine Steve's body dangling over a tub of carnivorous crocodiles.

It's now on her to do list...

"Lena, you should just go," you whispered brokenly, voice cracking as well as both of your hearts as you verbalized the words you didn't mean, "I'll never be what you deserve, so go."

"So that's just it? I don't get a say in this?"

"You're so beautiful Yelena, you deserve a partner that matches or excels you, which would honestly be impossible, you're perfect."

"You do excel me Y/N," she whimpers, and this time when she goes to reach you she does so by straddling your body, and making sure you can see just how true her words are. "I've never had anything to call my own Y/N, but now I have you, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

"But what if there's someone better along the way Yelena? It's easier if we break this off now, I couldn't cope if you left me in the future."

"Never," she promised, her lips deposited a peck to your tear stained lips, "There is nothing better for me than you detka, I've never been happier," she smiled warmly as she stared into your cloudy eyes, hers just as glossy as yours, "That's all because of you. Moya solnyshko—my sunshine; oh how you brighten my life."

Yelena watched the storms behind your eyes begin to settle, your once tense body melted into the mattress, and she took the moment as the perfect time to kiss you, to pour out just how much you meant to her into the gesture.

"Look at me Y/N," she remained soft as she sat you up, and pulled you into her lap without a moment of hesitation, her tone however held a seriousness to it, "You deserve to feel safe in your body, to be able to love yourself despite any societal norms that are like ugly lies."

"I try to love me Lena, b-but when people that look like Steve say what they do I can't help but worry that I'm not meant for your love, maybe I'm holding you back, or you're settling here."

"First of all, you are meant for me only," she held you far more tightly, a possessiveness falling over her at the thought of you being with someone else. "You move me forward detka, my life has only looked up with you at my side. Life is a box of chocolates with you."

A sweet giggle left you as Yelena paraphrased last week's movie to make her point.

"I'm not settling Y/N, if anything it's you who's settling," you instantly shook your head with a pout, and she smiled at you sadly, "I've done a lot of things wrong in this short lifetime Y/N."

"You didn't have a choice Lena," you growled, and she chuckled lightly, "I know, but I finally do, and you're the only thing I've done right."

A brief moment of silence fell over you both, Yelena's grip on you was firm, and loving, her lips pressed to your forehead, and when you quietly sniffled she figured you needed more.

"Fuck that dipshit in spandex," she grinned when you giggled softly, and her looming fears melted away when you rested your head over her heart, "He'll never know what it's like to be loved truly, because he doesn't understand that people don't care for that manufactured body of his when it's paired with a heart of stone."

"You though. You're not only beautiful to look at," she leaned back, giving you the once over for emphasis, but she truly did get distracted as she took you in, with her lip caught in between her teeth and a smile in her eyes she couldn't fake, "You've also got a heart of gold detka."

It was easy to believe when she looked at you like that, but you still had your reservations, and Yelena could see right through to that.

"I love you, for every last part of you," she readjusted you so that she could cup your cheek while her other hand held your hip, "Whatever you see as a flaw, I see it as you, and therefore it's perfect, because there's nothing flawed about you, you're a beauty worthy of marveling at, you're the perfect they say does not exist; this body of yours is my paradise."

Tears began to stream down your face, and in the past Yelena would freak out, worried that she said something wrong to upset you, but she's come to learn that tears can be joyful. That much she learned when she burst into them the first time you said you loved her, the sweet words dripped from your lips like honey.

"I-I love you Yelena," you blurted in a graceless blubbering manner, "I-I'm sorry for trying to leave you, I was just scared, but I promise you that I don't ever want to lose you, like ever."

"You never will," she purrs, her hand gently gripped you by the plush skin of your hips, "Because I'll never give you up for anything," she murmured against your lips before she slammed hers into yours passionately.

Her lips began to travel down your jaw, your breath hitched when she sucked lightly over the skin. "Lena, we have to go to movie night," you stuttered breathlessly. She groaned, "Do we have to? We can skip it tonight, on account of me wanting to love you until you believe it."

"I do," you whispered, "I believe you," with a genuine tone you brought a smile to her face.

"Then let's go moya lyubov'," Yelena lifted you up into her arms causing you to squeal at her show of strength, "I can walk just fine baby."

"I just didn't want to let you go just yet," she confessed while gently lowering you, and in return for her being so sweet you softly kissed her lips, "We'll be cuddling soon enough."

The two of you rode the elevator to your floor so you could drop off your things, and change into more comfortable clothes, but not until Yelena doctored up your injured hands, with a soft kiss to follow every bandaid she placed.

"Your boo-boos have been handled," she said with a bit of a pout, "I'll be back shortly," and with a soft kiss to your lips that lingered for a moment longer than need be she was gone.

Yelena left to shower off her day in the gym, and you unpacked your things before slipping into a pair of black sweats, with a worn down band t-shirt, and as you always did when feeling somewhat down, you slipped right into your girlfriends oversized army green hoodie.

You knew she bought it for you, but she wore it until it smelled enough like her to calm you... It's become your live in article for her missions.

Yelena's always been so incredibly sweet, you honestly can't believe you tried to end things. Her love has always fixed your problems, she never saw you as anything other than worthy of love, and affection; she was your soulmate.

"Well don't you look cuddly," she noted as she walked up from behind and grabbed your hand, "Can't wait to hold you close, it's cold"

"Cold?" She met your confusion with a sly smirk, then pulled you along wordlessly.

Once she pressed the button for the roof you understood her, excitement overran your body at the idea of a spooky movie under the light of the moon and the surrounding stars. That is until the doors opened to reveal a battered Steve with an ice pack on his bruised cheek, making you tense up, causing Yelena to look away from you and over at the unwelcome.

Before anyone could even mutter a word you got to bare witness to the brick house of a man wordlessly hobbling away after your much smaller girlfriend stepped towards him, and the smug smile that overtook your lovers face was rather priceless, "Lena, baby, you can't solve everything with brutal violence."

"Why not?" She pouted, and it was so innocent in appearance you'd never believe she was a highly skilled assassin in her younger days.

"Words can work too..."

"Yeah, he used words, we used our fists."

"We?"

"Yes, I broke his nose, and hopefully made him unable to reproduce. Wanda and Natasha did the rest to him, remind me to thank them."

"Goodness me, you three keep me on my toes."

Yelena grinned, then kissed you for the rest of the elevator ride. The ding signaled her to stop, and she stepped aside to let you exit first.

"Ta-da," Natasha cheered with jazz hands to draw your attention to the identical hanging day beds settled besides one another, with a table between with popcorn and candy atop.

Then you looked up to see the projector screen was adorned in purple and orange lights with smiling pumpkins after every few bulbs, the beds were littered with fluffy blankets, and there were outdoor heaters nearby for the anticipated maximum comfort level possible.

"I did nothing to help, but I promise I love you, witchy was just too nit-picky, I was safer on the sidelines," she said quietly while pulling you into her for a tight embrace, "I love you too."

"You'll be safer on the couch too if you keep it up," Wanda lightly threatened before taking you from her genuinely terrified lover, "I've prepped lots of food, make a plate honey."

"Where will she pick from if this weird plate is mine?" Yelena asked while holding an entire charcuterie board to her chest, her face never more genuinely serious than right now, and you stifled a laugh at the adorable sight, "Don't worry baby, feel free to enjoy your dinner."

Wanda looked to you scoldingly, worried you were using this as a get out of dinner card, but then you lifted your phone up to show her that it was okay, and you were fine. While Natasha and Yelena scavenged around with snacks, you and Wanda will share a pizza—like normal.

"What will you eat?" Yelena frowned, but you waved her off, "There's popcorn and candy."

Yelena held her plate out anyways, and you smiled while picking off a single cracker and a slice of cheese to top it off., "Thanks love."

"I will not be doing that," Natasha shared with her girlfriend who settled onto the bed beside her with an eye roll, "Oh, I was well aware."

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When the expected ding of the elevator interrupted the undergoing movie night you smirked over at the witch who had left their outside daybed to collect the pizza, and with a soft kiss to your girlfriends parted lips, and with a careful transferring of a pillow in your place you joined Wanda on the porch swing.

"Every time," you remarked playfully, "Without fail," Wanda added while waving her pizza around for emphasis, "They're total chumps."

"But we love them anyways," you softly added, and Wanda snuggled into your side with a warm smile, "That we do," she whispered, then she hugged onto your arm tight, silently letting you know that she loved you too, and in turn you laid your head over hers on your shoulder as the both of you continued to watch the film.

"I'm sorry Emily; I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light a candle."

"It was probably Steve..." Wanda nudged your side, and you cackled softly, "Knock it off."

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part 5 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 4.2k

warnings: strap on sex (r receiving), public sex

“Can I try your widow bites?” You asked, squinting a little to line your aim up with the empty can placed a few metres away from you.

“Absolutely not,” Yelena answered at once from behind you where she leant against a tree stump. She had brought you out to a forest for your latest target practice and had done so under false pretences, as you pointed out to her numerous times. The blonde had invited you to come explore the less charted area of the city outskirts and you had agreed thinking that you were getting a chance to do something with the blonde that you could actually keep up with. Instead she had eventually pulled out her handgun from god knows where, talking about your next lesson.

“You didn’t even consider it,” you stated. You pulled the trigger and embedded the bullet in a tree close by.

“No, I didn’t,” Yelena admitted. You shot her a scowl and lined up the gun again. “Up a little.”

“How can you tell from over there?”

“I am talented in this,” she pointed out. There was no denying that. You fired again and, to no one’s surprise, missed.

“Why do you not want my sister to know we had sex?” The question came out of nowhere but you knew it would come up eventually. You lowered the gun and faced the blonde who appeared interested above all else.

“She’s very protective of you, you know?”

“She’s protective of you too,” Yelena countered.

“I’m not her little sister.”

“And I am not little.” You handed the gun back to the Russian.

“You know, I wanted to meet you for a long time.” If Yelena didn’t like that you changed the subject, she didn’t show it. Her interest remained the same. “It was worth the wait,” you said. To that, she smiled and you couldn’t help but do the same. “So I don’t want to mess it up yet,” you summarised.

“Why would you?” You weren’t sure how to answer that. You weren’t sure how to explain that aside from not wanting to upset Natasha, you had an abundance of anxieties regarding anything romantic following your experience with Rae. Not to mention that you knew Yelena had a fair amount of issues of her own and you weren’t so sure that they were compatible with your own.

Fortunately, you didn’t have to unpack all of that with the blonde yet, because yours and Yelena’s phones chimed at once, interrupting your train of thought.

Nat: im leaving for a mission tomorrow. Lets get dinner with Yelena You glanced up at the blonde who was already looking at you somewhat hopefully.

“I could eat,” you shrugged.

“We have a couple hours to kill,” Yelena said as you typed back a response to the redhead. When you glanced at the blonde, you found a look you were growing very familiar with.

“You want to fuck in the forest?” You questioned. Yelena was already strolling towards you leisurely. “Anyone could walk by.”

“We’re way off the trail,” Yelena pointed out. You found it hard to object when her tumb was stroking the area right next to your lip. “I want you,” she said, pushing you gently into the tree behind you and getting close enough for you to feel a familiar bulge between her legs.

“You’re packing right now?” You exclaimed, Yelena grinned in response as she peppered kisses down your neck.

“You want to find out?” She asked, guiding your hands to undo her zip. You fumbled around with it without much hesitation, pulling the toy from its restraints for Yelena to spit on as you made quick work of your own barrier.

Yelena wasted no time in pushing inside you, lifting you up to settle around her waist so that she could fuck you the way she wanted. “Fuck, you always take me so well, detka,” the Russian husked sounding unfairly attractive when her accent came out thicker. “Such a good girl,” she emphasised with a particularly harsh thrust. You wrapped your legs around her waist to help the blonde drive herself deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that she always found without fault.

“Feels so good,” you moaned against your neck. You held her there as you gradually climbed your way to your peak, having been worked up just at the thought that Yelena had planned this.

You were falling over the edge with a cry of the blonde’s name, holding her close as she moved her hips in time with your own to help you through your high and stop you plummeting too fast towards the ground. “You always look so good like this,” Yelena muttered as she gazed down at you. You gave her a slightly dazed smile and pressed her forehead against your own with a hum.

“She is a very bad shot,” Yelena stated to Natasha as you flicked a pea at her from your bowl.

“In my defence, I told you so,” you said with a glare that Yelena was entirely unfazed by. “Nat, can I use your widow bites?” The Russian next to you scoffed.

“I wouldn’t even hand them to you in an emergency at the risk of you hitting me on the other side of the room.”

“Ha!”

“I hate you both,” you grumbled.

“We’ll see how long that lasts,” Yelena muttered. You shot her a warning look, knowing how good Nat was at picking up on small signals like that.

“So where are you going tomorrow?” You didn’t look in the redhead’s direction as you spoke, not wanting to meet the watchful eyes you were sure you would face.

“England,” Nat said after a beat.

“Oh, make sure you go to Nandos while you’re there,” you suggested.

“Don’t we have that here?”

“It’s not the same,” you said solemnly.

“I’ll give it a drive by,” Nat said with a trace of a smile in her voice. You risked a glance to confirm.

“And Buckingham Palace,” Yelena added with her best British accent.

“Overrated,” you and Nat said at once. You grinned at the redhead, feeling your anxieties slip away.

“But when I get back I told the others I want to put aside some time to help with the widows here,” Natasha said. “Although it has been three months, do you think there's that many more here?”

“It’s hard to say, we’re still working through the files but most of them now are about past operations,” Yelena explained.

“Melina thinks we might be coming up to a dead end though,” you admitted, knowing Yelena didn’t want to. You weren’t sure what she was planning on doing if you got to the end of those files and really did have nothing else to go on. Would she move on to somewhere else?

“Then what?” Natasha asked. The question hung in the air as a sudden tension filled the space. You didn’t look at either of the Russians, afraid that either of them might pick up on your disappointment. You couldn’t be selfish. Yelena had a job to do and it was far more important than her sticking around so that you two could sneak off together. Yet another reason why you couldn’t let yourself become too emotionally entangled with Yelena.

“I don’t know,” Yelena eventually answered when you could feel her heavy gaze on you. “Excuse me,” she said, getting up from the table. Natasha watched her go as you pushed your finished plate forwards.

“You guys seem closer than I expected,” Nat assessed and you tried your hardest to underplay your alarm.

“I mean it’s been three months,” you shrugged. “She’s close with Kate too,” you added. Nat hummed.

“Is she seeing anyone?” You knew that actively avoiding eye contact with the redhead wasn’t the best play here, so you turned in the booth slightly to face her.

“I don’t think so.” You weren’t entirely sure you were actually lying. Were you and Yelena seeing each other? You had no idea what you’d call it but you certainly weren’t about to say to her ‘well we have sex sometimes’. Natasha hummed. “Do you think she’d tell you if she was?” It was only then that you realised the redhead wasn’t interrogating you, she was just an interested older sister. And you were a paranoid bad friend.

“I do,” you said honestly.

“Good, I’m glad to know someone has her back when I’m not around,” Natasha said so sincerely that you felt a wave of guilt crash into your ribs. You could only bring yourself to nod.

“I will stay in New York until I find new leads,” Yelena declared as she sat down.

“Okay, great,” Nat agreed, not knowing where the sudden assertiveness over her decision came from but certainly not about to question it. You wouldn’t either. You were just happy that she wanted to stay.

The rest of the evening went by too fast, even with Yelena insisting on you all ordering double deserts. The widows shared stories that you listened to intently, you all took turns making fun of each other and laughed enough that the time went by quicker than you had anticipated and it soon got to the time that Natasha had to leave to prepare for her mission the following day.

Natasha offered you a lift but the younger widow insisted on taking you, saying something about your apartment being on her way. You weren’t entirely confident that Nat bought that, but it was what you went along with anyway.

“You can come inside but thanks to that double pudding I think I’m going to collapse in a sugar induced coma the moment we get to the bedroom,” you told the blonde.

“That’s okay, can I still spend the night?” Her question surprised you but you agreed without issue. Ever since the first time you and Yelena hooked up, every time she stepped foot in your apartment you would end up having sex at some point, even if you had the intention of focusing on other tasks, so you were expecting the blonde to try and sweet talk her way into your pants at some point or another, but it seemed she really did just want to sleep with you because just ten minutes later she was curled up against your side.

You had been stroking her hair as she dozed off to sleep, an action you knew she cherished, and continued to do so for a while longer until you felt yourself get carried under the same wave of exhaustion. You held Yelena even as you slept, comforted by the way her body seemed to melt into your own.

Waking up to the sound of distressed whimpers, you looked down at the blonde and noticed a slight layer of sweat across her forehead in the moonlight. She was having a nightmare, you recognised immediately, one that was getting progressively more intense with every passing moment as her chest heaved.

“Lena?” You said as you placed a tender hand to her cheek. Her eyes shot open as she grabbed your wrist with an iron grip you didn’t dare flinch at. Instead, you looked her in the eyes as you assured her that everything was okay, that she was safe and that she was there with you. “I’ve got you,” you promised once she buried herself into your chest. You wrapped your arms around her as you felt your shirt grow damp.

“It’s alright,” you assured and Yelena bathed in the confidence in your tone as you spoke.

“Just talk to me,” you just about heard her murmur into your chest.

“I have the day off tomorrow, if you wanna do anything,” you muttered into the dark. You felt Yelena nod. “There’s a hiking trail I usually go to in the summer that I think you might like. There’s some great views and there’s never been many people there when I’ve gone.” You felt her nod again. “Maybe we could bring some food, kind of…make a day of it, you know?” You had already planned to ask Yelena to join you on that hike, so you already had everything in mind.

“I’d like that,” she told you.

“Can Marty come?” You felt her chuckle softly that time.

“I guess,” she drawed out. You smiled at her insistence to be witty even when upset.

“Are you okay now?” You asked after a moment passed and the blonde’s breathing had steadied.

“Yeah,” she said as you stroked her back. “Just a nightmare,” she assured herself.

“Yeah,” you repeated, not wanting to push the blonde into telling you what she dreamt of. You knew she had plenty of nightmare material in her lifetime.

“Did Nat ever tell you about Dreykov’s mind control?” Yelena asked with a timid edge.

“She did,” you admitted. You felt Yelena swallow.

“I dream about the times I was under it a lot,” she told you. “Sometimes I worry that I still might be. I know it’s impossible but it’s just a thought I can’t shake.” You nodded as she spoke, thinking the fear was an entirely valid one you couldn’t imagine ever having to worry about.

“I don’t want to ever hurt you,” she whispered.

“You never could,” you said without hesitation. Yelena exhaled shakily, as though she had been holding her breath waiting for those words. A silence settled over the room as you held the blonde, both considering what the other had said.

“I don’t usually sleep much.” Yelena admitted. “That’s kind of why but…I sleep when I’m with you,” she said. You hoped she couldn’t feel your heart speed up marginally at her words. It meant a lot to know you could offer Yelena that refuge from her own head, even if a curveball had gotten past you that night.

“You can stay here as often as you want,” you said. “I’d give you a key but” Yelena chuckled.

“I don’t need it,” she stated.

“Yeah yeah,” you half grumbled.

“Thank you, detka,” the Russian said after a comfortable silence settled over the room.

“Anytime, Lena.”

A sharp stinging vibrating from the side of your neck up to the top of your head was the first thing to greet you when you woke up. You placed your hand to the area tentatively and didn’t feel any clear wound there. “For a second?” You questioned, as you remembered Natasha being in your apartment.

You glanced around at the box room you were in, taking in pretty much everything you expected to find when you woke up. It was a standard interrogation room. An obnoxiously big two way mirror for everyone in the department to come and peer through, grey walls, a single metal door, a few uncomfortable chairs, a small table. The only thing missing was handcuffs. Even though Natasha had told you she wasn’t going to use them, you still believed you would be in them when you woke up. Perhaps they had realised that you really weren’t a threat and that you wouldn’t even make it past the locked door, that was even assuming you wanted to leave. You wouldn’t. Backing out wasn’t an option when you knew how pissing Rae was going to be when she noticed you were gone.

You pulled at your jumper sleeves and noticed that your coat was hanging over the back of your chair. You had wrongly assumed they would have taken it. You felt around in the pockets, noting that your lighter wasn’t in there. So you didn’t hold all of their confidence.

Just as you took your hands out of your pockets, the door opened and a suited man walked through. He was examining the contents of the tablet in his hands as he sat down and didn’t look up at you as he spoke. “Miss l/n,” he began, putting the tablet down. Your passport photo was on it along with a lot of text you couldn’t read. “Am I right in assuming you know why you’re here?” He asked, folding his fingers together and placing them on the table as he stared at you.

“You found traces of me accessing confidential information,” you stated with no intention of lying to the agent.

“Correct, do you know what that information was about?” You shifted in your seat, avoiding his gaze.

“Not really, I opened the video for a second but then I closed it,” you recalled. “Is that kid okay?” You asked because you had to. You had passed that video on to Rae and had no idea what had been done with it since.

“Why did you access that video?” You looked up at the man and knew he wouldn’t answer your question. In all fairness, you had no right to know.

“Someone asked for it.”

“Who?”

“I can’t say.” The agent narrowed his eyes at you.

“If someone holds that information then it’s critical we know who,” he explained. You sighed as you leant back in your chair, suddenly feeling the urgency for fresh air. “Miss l/n,” he pushed impatiently.

“I can tell you everything I’ve accessed. I can tell you when and how but I can’t tell you who I gave it to.” You were well aware of the fact that you owed Rae nothing and that protecting her would do no good, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say her name because no one could be sure of what it meant for her. If she was lucky, S.H.I.E.L.D would bring her in for questioning and lock her away for no doubt as long as yourself. If she wasn’t, word could get back around to whoever was at the top of what she was a part of and you knew that they weren’t the kind of people who tolerated loose ends. You were one of the ones that identified them.

“If it’s not current then-”

“Dmitriev was the first one, a couple months ago almost.” The agent stared at you for a long moment. He recognised that name, that much was clear. Had he known him?

“Excuse me, Miss l/n,” he said politely as he stood up from the table and walked out of the room. You watched him go, unsure of what his sudden change in demeanour meant.

You sat in the interrogation room alone for a while after the agent left. You had no watch or clock to know how much time had really passed, but it was long enough for you to go through the numerous possibilities of what the agents could be doing, firstly assuming they had all your electronic devices in hopes of uncovering as much as they could from them. They wouldn't get anything. There was nothing of interest on your phone and your computer had so many firewalls, encryptions and general locks that you knew they wouldn't be able to access, because if they did they would use the techniques themselves.

You were willing to tell them all about the things you had found in the months prior, but you weren't about to unlock your computer for them.

The door opened again and you expected to be met with the same agent as before. “Hi again,” you greeted the Russian as she strolled into the room.

“Can I get you a drink?” She asked with a small smirk as she stood next to the chair. You smiled at her and shook your head. “So Dmitriev, huh?” Natasha started.

“The one in the safe house,” you nodded.

“I thought you didn’t read the reports,” the Russian stated, hoping to catch you out.

“Well that was the first one so naturally I was-”

“Curious.” You shrugged.

“Tell me who was next.” You did. You gave Natasha the complete list of everything you had searched for, remembering it all clearly because you spent hours thinking about each one after they occurred. The Russian didn’t question your memory. You told her about each search and about the signal blocking and virus. You told her about everything Rae had told you to do, never once mentioning her name.

“You know, once we start investigating this we’ll be able to figure out who was asking for it,” Natasha stated. You didn’t believe that.

“Maybe,” you said. The spy knew you didn’t buy it.

“If you give me a name now it could bring your jail time down.” That you knew to be true, but that didn’t mean it was worth it. You didn’t respond to that though Natasha could see that it didn’t make a difference. “Why are you protecting them? They’re not going to do you any favours.” The redhead examined you carefully.

“I’ve told you everything I can, I’m ready to go now,” you announced without looking at Natasha. She watched you for a moment longer before moving her chair out to stand up and walked slowly towards the door, pausing before she opened it.

“That trace you left, the one that made us find you, that was deliberate, right?” You didn’t say anything, but the smile that flashed across the corner of your lips was all the answer Natasha needed. “You’re good, maybe if we had someone like you here we wouldn’t have these problems.” It was only once Nataha said it out loud that she realised how much sense it made. She glanced back at you once more before leaving, making her way directly to the top floor.

“You should hire her - l/n,” Natasha said as she marched into Fury’s office. He looked up at her with a concentrated frown.

“The hacker?” He asked as he leant against his desk.

“Clearly our security needs improving and if she can see all its flaws then maybe we should ask her to fix them,” Natasha explained as though it was obvious. Yes, she knew that it wasn’t a decision to be made lightly, but that didn’t change the fact that it made a lot of sense.

“And give her full range to look at more confidential files?” Fury was right, it could be a smart move or a catastrophic one and ever the pessimist, he went for the latter.

“She wasn’t doing that for herself, though.”

“What if she was? What if she’s lying so that this could happen?” It was a valid point, just not one that Natasha could see when she talked to you.

“She’s not lying, Fury,” the redhead insisted. The chances of you lying without the spy picking up on it were a thousand to nothing.

“You can’t know for sure,” he countered.

“Neither could you,” Natasha was quick to point out. Fury regarded that for a moment as he sighed. He had made a lot more enemies since he had taken the young assassin in, as had she.

“If she gives us a name, she gets a job, but she’ll be your responsibility, Romanoff.”

“Understood, sir,” Natasha nodded. Fury watched her leave, given some hope by the spy’s confidence in you but remaining cautious overall.

Natasha wasted no time in returning to the interrogation room where you were still sitting patiently. You didn’t seem surprised when she walked through the doorway that time, nor that she was back so soon.

“We haven’t been able to access anything on your computer yet but we’ve found some things on your phone I thought we could talk about.” You stared back at Natasha blankly. There was nothing incriminating on your phone. “Why are you still living with your ex?”

“What?” You frowned at the Russian, not understanding what she was getting at.

“Your flatmate. I saw from old photos and texts that you guys used to date,” Natasha explained simply, staring back at you. You couldn’t tell if the question was genuine or if she was just trying to get a rise out of you.

“We still do?” You answered though even you could hear it sounded more like a question. “What’s that got to do with anything anyway?”

“Did she know about your technical skills?” You didn’t answer, trying to think of the right thing to say. That was all Natasha needed. “Did she ask you for those files?” Natasha pushed.

“No,” you were quick to answer. Too quick.

“Really? Because we did a little background check on her and it doesn’t look great within the context.” It occurred to you right away that Natasha was bluffing but you had no way of knowing for sure. You didn’t even know if Rae had a criminal record, she had never mentioned it and you had never thought to ask. Similarly, you knew that she was involved in some dodgy stuff with questionable people and maybe it was naive to think that there was no trace of that. “I think she did ask for those files and you gave them because you’re a nice girlfriend. But maybe she’s not so nice and I think that you know that and that’s why you left that trace.” When you didn’t respond, Natasha leant forwards to that it was harder to ignore her. “I think you’re trying to make up for it and I can assure you the best way to do that is to help us. You can do that if you just say her name.” She was right. You knew she was. It was a hard truth that you just had to swallow even if it would hurt. You took a shaky breath, and uttered her name.

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Marvel master-list

N.R. Master-list

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ageofevermore · 1 year

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PETER LOSING WENDY

SUMMARY — she was a shadow for so many years, but eventually she found her way back home to you. only, it wasn’t as easy to leave dreykov behind as she expected

WARNINGS — mentions of abuse, mentions of the red room, a complicated hurt/comfort situation but lots of love for yelena

AUTHORS NOTE — no gender or specific pronouns are used for r, so image what you’d like!

After a while, the people we love who we lose begin to feel like shadows. They begin to feel like sunshine on a spring morning. They begin to feel like maybe, just maybe, they were never really there to begin with.

The person she wanted to be lives inside of you. The innocence and the childhood that was stolen from between her fingers like loose threads in a friendship bracelet lived vibrantly across the streets of Ohio. In your home, in your art, in your life, you carried those two sisters around with you like they were shadows stitched to your soul, like Peter Pan in Wendy’s window, like a night of flight across London to an island of eternal youth. Like a shadow, you knew she was there, but you couldn’t touch her, you couldn’t feel her, you couldn’t climb the fence that separated your backyards and watch her nose scrunch in a mischievous grin. All you could do was remember her. Remember macaroni and cheese, remember backbends and swing sets, remember bioluminescence. You never forgot her.

When she knocked on your door, dirt smeared across her cheeks, hair falling into her face and out of the braid that met the middle of her back, rips in her pants, blood on her hands… oh, you’ll never forget the sight of her. It was almost cinematic, flashes of the girl she was and the woman she is now; back and forth the two images crossed over your vision, reminding you that for twenty years she was a shadow. She must’ve been on your front steps for minutes, nervously picking at her cuticles, waiting for you to let her inside– to let her back into your life.

Weeks had passed, and Yelena was only slowly beginning to become acclimated to the world without mind control and abuse. She was timid, silly, a sarcastic wrench in your side at all times. She was so different, but exactly the same in all your favorite ways. She still loved macaroni and cheese, she still loved fireflies and comedy movies. The four year old girl you knew still lived inside her, but there was somebody else to get to know too; somebody else who was just a shadow stitched to Yelena’s side.

You were in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of dinner when Yelena came barreling in, dripping wet from the shower she’d taken minutes prior. Her blonde hair had gotten longer since she’d been here– been home, and you wished you could say it suited her well, but even she would disagree. The little girl who had loved her hair, who twisted it into braids and ponytails and colored it with sidewalk chalk to be like her older sister, was now a woman who hide herself in it, who hated braids, and hated ponytails, and cried into your chest about everything that had poisoned the well since her capture.

“Cut my hair.” She didn’t give you anytime to process what she’d requested, turning back to the bathroom where she waited. You threw the rag onto the counter, dragging your damp hands down your pants.

You found her in the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet seat, staring down a pair of scissors in her hands. She looked to be deep in thought, too far away in her thoughts to hear you approach, so you watched her from the doorway. Leaning against the wooden frame, you crossed your arms over your chest. She was still just a shadow. All the progress she had made, leaps and bounds, had still only resulted in a few moments of clarity. Your poor girl was lost in trying to separate her past and present.

“Lena?” You knocked softly when you watched her wipe a tear from her cheek. She sniffled, standing up from the toilet and offering you the scissors. She avoided your gaze, she avoided your touch. She was sinking deeper and deeper into herself. “You want me to cut it.”

“It makes you beautiful.” She muttered so harshly, her voice didn’t sound like her own. You’d never heard this amount of venom drip from her words, so sharp it felt like a slash against your weakest spot. “It makes you his. It makes you HIS! So he can drag you! So he can- so he can take everything away from you! We are all the same! The same braids, the same clothes! He took everything from me! He took everything!” She collapsed in on herself, crumbling to the floor, but not before you slammed the scissors onto the counter and pulled her into your chest.

“Hey, hey, honey. Honey. Yelena. Look at me. Look at me, there you go.” You ease her into your arms, pressing your back against the cabinets beneath the sink, not bothering to shift away from the handles digging into your back. “Your hair is yours, Yelena. It belongs to you. You belong to you. Do you hear me? Do you hear me, honey?” Your heart was breaking into millions of tiny pieces on the floor of your bathroom, tears falling down your cheeks and tickling your lips but you paid it no attention. The only thing you cared about was Yelena. The only thing you could think about was how she didn’t see herself the way you saw her. Despite it all, she needed you now, she had been strong for so long, for so many cold and lonely months and years. She didn;t need to be strong anymore. You could be strong for her, for as long as she needed. The childhood she never had, the compassion and empathy, the kindness and comfort, you would give it all to her in a heartbeat. You would be the one to finally allow Yelena to be human. To let her have bad days and hard nights, and not let it define her further. “You wanna cut your hair? We can do that. We can do that. But, we can do it for you. We can do it because you have the choice to choose. You have the freedom to do whatever you want.”

“I don’t want to feel his hands on me anymore. I don’t want to remember all of the lives I took.” She wept like a child and you let her. You held her on that bathroom floor for hours, you walked her to bed that night and held her all the way through, you didn’t let her go once. For once, somebody let her be human. For once, you think she saw herself as something more than a Widow.

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Diplomatic

Pairing: Yelena Belova x wife spy reader

Word Count: 1520 words

Outline: After a mission gone wrong where you end up captured by the authorities, your wife - notorious vigilante, Yelena comes and rescues you.

Warnings: mild canon-type violence, weapons, implied smut.

Author’s Note: Based on a request here. Nothing in this fic is accurate, don't take this as a European guide, mostly based on my vast acknowledgment of a map.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

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It was a beautiful morning the day you got married to Yelena, in an off-shore white chapel surrounded by seagulls and sea waves. It was beautiful and enthralling to finally hold the woman of your dreams and walk with her on the path of life, exchanging vows of eternal love. Your life was just as hectic as hers or even more so. You had long been a spy, trained from your youth to serve your country so naturally, you had met Yelena, the short blonde woman full of ambition and sarcasm at an open field while she was trying to outwit you. In the end, you won, and together you made a perfect team.

Yelena pulled you away from the spy life and into the magnificent world of a freelance vigilante. After this, you both started working together, doing the good old shooting, maiming, and battling together and soon your feelings for one another came to light. With a sealed kiss one night on a forgotten beach, you became one and thus inseparable.

Notoriously, the pair of you had become quite well known amongst the circles of assassins and vigilantes across Europe and all of the world. There wasn’t a single authoritative place where your pictures weren’t up with big red signs saying ‘Dangerous, proceed with caution.’ There was a hefty bounty for whoever could get information on you but you were both much smarter than that.

Sometimes you liked showing up just to lead people into a merry chase and forcing them to waste their resources like this. Yelena and you did share the same sense of humor. And tricking people was always funny and just. Wasn’t really your fault if people were gullible like that.

Now it has been five months since your honeymoon ended and you were both on different missions across Europe. Not something that you did often but you did always choose places that were close enough to one another. Often you took hits from the dark internet, assassinating rapists and pedophiles.

As for this particular mission, you were in the northern part of Croatia while Yelena was in the mountainside of Italy. Your mission was supposed to be easy. Take one piece of antique jewelry that carries hidden instructions for a new chemical solution. It should have been easy, it should have been a break-in and take kind of thing but nothing seemed to be working for you that day. From the moment when you woke up, on the wrong train you took to the weirdest old factory you had ever come across.

Once inside, you make your moves slowly, descending from the outer metal ladder down to the basement, that’s where your intel showed you where the piece of jewelry was. Long forgotten and well hidden. But what you didn’t expect was the gas that started fuelling the room the minute your combat boots hit the concrete ground.

Quickly you pulled up your mask, trying to secure your face and not inhale anything but the gas was new secret technology. One millisecond, one inhale and you were out. You passed out with your hand on the necklace without even realizing what happened.

A couple of hours later you woke up, securely tied to a chair, and a pair of powerful metal handcuffs on your wrists. Two people dressed in black tactical gear were staring at you, each carrying many weapons and knives. The room was small and there were blinds on the window next to you. Looks like an interrogation room of sorts.

“Welcome to Interpol.” The sound of a man followed by a door closing behind jolted you awake and you tilt your head to look at him.

“That doesn’t look very welcoming.” You crack out a joke shaking the heavy handcuffs and trying to move your cuffed legs.

“Is the best I can do under these circumstances.”

“What kind of circumstances, officer? If you are an officer.”

“For you, I can be.”

“Very well.”

“The ones where you are a very dangerous criminal that I refuse to allow to escape.”

“I can assure you I would never do that.”

“If only I could trust you.”

You chuckle and wink at him, sitting back in your chair.

“Am I allowed a lawyer?”

“One will be provided as the law states.”

“Cool, hope they are good.”

“For your sake, I would hope so too. “

You stifle back into your chair, and very soon the person you had been waiting for arrives, introduces herself to you, and settles down. After the lawyer has arrived you remain silent as per her instructions and the officer tries to reach some sort of deal for you. What they are more interested in is where Yelena is and where you keep all the money. Pretty typical stuff but nothing scares you. You have all done this before, on both sides of the law.

Next up is traveling you from Croatia all the way to Luxemburg, to the Court of Justice. There were heavy chains on your arms and your legs, the lawyer sitting next to you, and five soldiers armed to the brink with heavy weapons securing you.

But it came as no surprise to you when you heard the familiar sound of car tires stopping. Followed by one loud thump and the beginning of the overturning of the army truck. The truck stopped as the soldiers got prepared for the impact and the intrusion. Secure in your position and with a slight smirk on the curls of your lips you sit there in anticipation knowing what will come next. She truly couldn’t stay away from you for a long time.

Yelena’s favorite toy. A bazooka, one shot, and a hole were now evident at the back doors of the truck. The soldiers immediately get in position sealing you with their bodies but you stay still as you watch one after the other fall to the ground. Followed by the lawyer, two can play the game. Yelena had used the same exact gas that they had caught you with. You knew very well she had made sure how it would be. Yelena hated being outwitted by anyone.

You watch her as she secures the bazooka on her back and struts towards it with the confidence of a woman who just messed up the whole world. In her gloved hands, she is holding the necklace you were after, shaking it gloating for you.

“Sorry for being so late, I had another tiny job to do first.” You roll your eyes and sigh.

“A little help if your majesty wouldn’t mind.” You tell her pointing at the chains with your eyes and she chuckles putting the necklace in the pockets of her gear.

“A little demanding aren’t we?” She tilted her head. ”Maybe I like seeing you all tied up. Ever thought of that?”

“Maybe that’s precisely what I have been thinking and I wish the current situation was much different.”

“Alright, very very cool.” She nods positively as she comes closer to you and with a laser knife starts cutting off the chains.

“Be careful, it might sting a little.”

“I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“Aw, sentimental, aren’t we?”

“Just a little bit.”

With a thud, the chains drop to the ground and Yelena helps you off your seat. She quickly checks in to ensure there are no bugs or other secret weapons on you and then leads you to her motorcycle.

The truth is you both were prepared for something like this, you had bought a cabin in an obscure Lithuanian small town a couple of months back where you had a large sum of the money you both had acquired during your vigilante work. You knew where she was taking you and you knew the trip would be relatively long. She secures the helmet on your head kissing your lips as she does so, the seal of a promise made long ago. She turns around and revs up the engine. It would be a long day and an even longer night.

By the time you arrived in Lithuania, it was well past midnight and you were both tired and hungry. But you had each other and that’s all you cared about. Sleepily Yelena tapped at your shoulder while you were parking the motorcycle. The cabin was small and had only necessities but you could never need anything more than each other. You give her a sheepish kiss on her cheek and then go to the kitchen searching for some food.

Then Yelena is taking a shower while you are cooking spaghetti on the pot and the night seems still, domestic, like a normal life for a change. It doesn’t take you too long to settle in this domestic bliss, cooking, cleaning, and sleeping together. Watching tv shows and complaining about the smallest things. There is plenty of money around and even though you have everything under surveillance, it doesn’t take too much for the thrill of adventure to overwhelm you both once again.

After all what was life if not one big game?

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theearthwassoup · 1 year

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¿podes hacer afterglow con yelena belova? porfaaa

afterglow

a/n: hi! thank you so much for this request, I hope I wrote it okay! word count: 380

Sitting on your floor, you picked at the carpet, wincing as it got caught on your nail bitten nails. The room was eerily quiet, the only noises being your breathing and silent tears. There was no laughter, no jokes being spoken in between bursts of giggles, no off beat singing filling the air.

The argument had started out of nowhere, fueled by your irrational anger that had been hanging over your head like a cloud all day. You had said some things that made your heart cringe as you thought back on them. Yelena had left your shared apartment silently, shaking her head while she wore a distraught expression. It broke you immediately when you saw it, causing all your anger to be erased. You wanted to go after her but you decided to give her some space and now here you were, sitting on the floor, rehearsing your apology in your head like a broken record. You scrambled to stand up when you heard the door open, practically tripping on yourself. Yelena stepped through, making eye contact with you. She opened her mouth to speak but you beat her to it.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean any of it. I blew everything out of proportion and I didn't mean it, I swear," You practically blurted out in one breath, only taking a brake to continue, "I'm totally to blame for this and I understand if you want space but please tell me we're okay, please. I was having an awful day and I'm so sorry I took it out on you, it was wrong and I-"

Before you could finish, Yelena took you into a hug, holding you close as you pressed your face into the space where her neck and shoulder meet. She kissed the top of your head before pulling away.

"It's okay, lyubov. You said some hurtful things, yes, but I'm not holding you to them. We're okay, we'll always be okay."

You let out a sob of relief, once more burying yourself in her arms.

"Thank you."

You whispered. Yelena led the two of you over to the couch, where you cuddled. The room was silent, the only sounds being your beating hearts beating in sync as you basked in the afterglow of reconciliation.

a/n: I hope this was okay!! I'm trying to keep up with the drabble series after it got off to a late start so hopefully you enjoyed this! thank you for reading <3

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reuinx · 2 years

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What If (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary: The night is supposed to be spent with Natasha, your best friend. Nevertheless, fate has other plans for you. She's running late. You're shocked to find Yelena home, soaked to the skin. She doesn't seem to be herself. It's time for a friendly game of Truth or Dare to cheer her up.

Word Count: 3,466

Translations: Krasivo (Pretty), Krasivaya (Beautiful)

The What If. We all have them. They sneak up on you whenever you least expect it. You are rendered powerless by them. They left you feeling more anxious than you ever have before. Whenever this happened, the same person would appear again. Yelena. Yelena Belova has left you with more What Ifs than anyone else. She would be smug if she knew how much time you spent thinking about her.

For as long as you can remember, Natasha has been your best friend. Natasha was closely followed by Yelena wherever she went. Initially, you and Yelena clashed constantly. It was her way or no way. You didn't notice the change between you both. When you first met, you used to roll your eyes at one another but now it had changed to gentle smiles at each other in passing. While Natasha thought you and Yelena were finally getting along, you knew there was much more to it.

It was impossible not to stare whenever she walked into the room. Her smile was contagious, and her gentle laugh was a comforting sound for you now. You didn't hear it that often, which was unfortunate. Despite her openness when it came to sharing her opinions, she was quiet when it came to how she felt about other people. This included you. She was always so closed off. You wished she wasn't.

It was unclear how things stood with Yelena now. The tension between the two of you, however, was always there. Something unspeakable. Continuously building to a boiling point, it was threatening to explode. Whenever you met her in passing, you'd catch how she looked at you, and well, it made you melt. She would often message you on Instagram. Every time she sent you a message, you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited.

There were times when they were the simplest things. She might just be asking about your day. Through the screen, you knew she was sincerely interested in what you had to say. She would send voice messages explaining her day, and you couldn't help but swoon when you heard her voice. You could never admit that to her. Maybe you were overthinking this? It wasn't exactly possible to have a relationship with your best friend's sister.

There was a plan for you to spend the night over at Natasha's. You were supposed to be going to a party, but it changed last minute. It was impossible to say no to her when she asked to get together to study. It wasn't a secret that Yelena planned on attending the party tonight too. She mentioned it several times to you over text.

There was no way you could get it out of your head. What If you had gone? You would have had some alone time with Yelena. Is that what you really wanted? Would you be able to trust yourself? You've made up your mind, stop it. Regardless, you won't be going. Initially, it had been a horrible night. The rain hadn't stopped and the cheap umbrella you carried couldn't keep from collapsing when the wind blew. Every time you promised yourself, you'd buy a new one, you didn't.

It served you well, only managed to dampen you a little bit. Natasha wasn't home yet when you arrived. You had received a message earlier saying she was running late and would get you something to eat on her way. The key was hidden in the plant pot, so you let yourself in. After ascending the stairs and making your way down the hallway to Natasha's room, you heard faint music playing. It stopped you in your tracks, leaving you wondering where it came from. You knew the song. Crimson and Clover. As soon as you heard it, you knew it was coming from Yelena's room. She must have forgot to turn it off.

You approached Yelena's room; you noticed the door was slightly open. You didn't hesitate to enter. The room was being lit by a lamp in the corner, she must have forgot to turn that off too. She must have been in a rush to leave the house. Your eyes met the source of the music. Her vinyl player in the corner of the room, the same one Natasha got her for Christmas. Your eyes were drawn to the spinning vinyl as you made your way over to it. You were about to switch it off when you suddenly heard a noise behind you. It was a quiet gasp.

You were startled, you glanced over your shoulder to the source of the noise. Yelena. It was hard not to notice what she was wearing. In a short red dress with a figure-tight fit, she looked stunning. You both stood on opposite sides of the room in silence, it felt like forever but in reality, only a few seconds had passed. You watched as her chest heaved in, she looked like she was holding her breath. Why? Her green eyes weren't on you for once. They were focused on the ground. She wouldn't even look at you.

Her face looked tense; she was chewing on her bottom lip. What had happened? You decided you were going to break the silence, but she must have had the same idea. You both spoke at the exact same time

"Hi"

"Hi." The second it happened; you heard a quiet laugh release from her lips. In an accidental lift of her eyes, her gaze met yours. The sound of her voice was raspy, as if she was worn out. Her lips parted ever so slightly, and her face instantly relaxed. The blush on her cheeks was instantaneous. Her eye contact with you lasted longer than she would have liked. Even if it was just for a moment, she let down her walls. Upon entering the room, she rolled her eyes at you, biting the corner of her lip as she rubbed her wet hair.

"You don't like my music?"

"Who doesn't like Crimson and Clover? I just didn't think you'd be home."

"Not happy to see me then?"

"No, no! I- didn't mean that. I-"

"No? So you aren't happy to see me?" She interrupted you, raising her eyebrows. You were being teased by her. Of course, you bit despite knowing better. She was the cat, and you were the mouse.

"Stop teasing me!"

"I thought you liked it."

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"God, I hate you. You're so annoying, I swear" A chuckle escaped your lips as you glanced down at the Vinyl player. A slight adjustment to the volume was made as you leaned up against her dresser. Your mind was torn between leaving and staying. You were too busy lost in thought to have seen Yelena's expression. When you looked up at her, she was frowning at you.

"You don't hate me."

"Maybe I do."

"I know you don't" There was such a sense of seriousness in her voice. You weren't sure whether she was trying to prove it to you or to herself. She did something that was unusual for her. A subtle thing caught your attention. She was fiddling with the fabric of her dress. All the time, she seemed so carefree. What made her anxious? She never was. It seemed to have hit a nerve with her, so you changed the topic.

"How was the party? I just wasn't expecting to see you tonight and you're so wet." The second the words left your mouth. Yelena raised her eyebrow up with you, a dirty smile crossing her lips as her eyes didn't leave you. You felt your body tense up under her gaze. You had stepped right into that one. Every move you made was scrutinized by her as she leaned against the door.

"You're acting like that's a bad thing."

"I was talking about your clothes"

"I wasn't" Yelena released a soft chuckle. You could feel your stomach tighten. There is a flush of red on your cheeks right away. You hated that she had that much control over you. As she approached you, you held your breath as she brushed up against you softly making her way to sit on the window still. Her favourite place to sit was there, especially when it rained. She rested her head against the glass, her eyes drooped as she looked at you. You'd love to know what she was thinking right now.

"You're blushing."

"I'm not."

"Are too"

"Quit it"

"Do you really want me to stop?" She almost said it in a whisper, her eyes slowly tracing your face for a reaction. You shook your head, bringing your attention to something else. Anything else.

"Why did you come home so early?"

"Just felt like it."

"Unlike you."

"I just wasn't feeling it."

"I feel like there's more to that then you're letting me know" As you heard her release a sigh, you murmured under your breath. Looking out the window, she focused her attention on the raindrops. Despite the faint music playing, the sound of the rain beating against the glass was louder.

"I got all dressed up and for what? I mean. Sure. It was a party, and all parties are the same but I just..." A look of regret flashed across her face as she shared that with you. She began twisting a ring on her finger. You sat down beside her on the window still, a gap between you both. She didn't look at you, not once. You could feel it in the silence.

"You just?" You added, you wanted her to talk. You wanted to hear what she had to say.

"Nothing." She shrugged her shoulders at you weakly. The walls you thought were gone, were built sky high.

"How about we play a game?"

"A game?" Yelena lifted her head up where you could finally see her green eyes up close. You could feel yourself beginning to melt.

"I think you need a cheering up and what's more fun than me beating you."

"Oh please. You're on! I win every time."

"You sure about that?"

"Absolutely positive."

"Cocky."

"Pick a game then"

"Any game?"

"Any game."

"Truth or dare. First one to pull out, loses."

"That's easy. I never pull out." Yelena was smug, she always was. You wanted to wipe that look off her face. You wished you could say she was lying but Yelena always won. The only time you ever did was if she let you. It started off extremely reserved for dares. You knew she was building up to making you lose. You both didn't hesitate between the truths and dares. However, Yelena had been asking you too many truths. You noticed. She was enjoying asking you questions that you simply couldn't get out of answering. She was trying to figure you out.

"I dare you to tell me what's your biggest fear?" She questioned. She observed your every movement, she didn't want to miss a thing. You had forgot music was still playing at this stage. You were twirling a loose strand of your hair around your finger, lost in thought.

"You can't do that!"

"Said who?"

"Ugh. I guess falling." You finally managed to say. She slowly titled her head to the side at you, her eyes craving for you to elaborate on your answer.

"Falling?"

"Don't make fun of me."

"No no, I'm not. I'm just curious!"

"I don't know! It sounds stupid now!"

"No! It doesn't. Trust me. It doesn't. You're talking about falling in love, right?"

"Oh god, don't say it like that. That makes it seem so serious. I answered it, we are moving"

"I want you to keep talking"

"Yelena-"

"Please?" Her voice was soft, she was pleading with you to continue.

"I don't know. The whole thing about falling, you know? I just. It's terrifying. You don't know it's happening before it's too late. You're just totally vulnerable and out of control. I hate losing control. There's nothing you can do beside let yourself fall. It's too late to stop it. No matter how much you try to prevent it, it just happens."

"Sometimes people don't break your heart, they'll break your fall."

"That's poetic."

"It's the only thing going for me."

"Oh please. You just need to look in a mirror"

"Is that a compliment?"

"Maybe."

"I'll remember that."

My turn, Belova. Truth or dare?"

"Dare, obviously." You dared her to make a prank call. She was busy trying to keep in character, but you couldn't help but stare at her during it. When she caught sight of your eyes, she began to stumble over her words. You loved how her lips pulled up into a smile, how she threw her head back like a little kid laughing when the call ended. She didn't realize how beautiful she was as she sat there, soaked through her dress and her wet, wavy hair running down her shoulders.

"Well, Krasivo. Truth or dare?"

"I'm going to say dare. You've been going easy on me. I know you have. I thought you would've pulled out all the stops to win."

"Oh? You think I'm going easy on you?"

"Of course, you are."

"Okay then. I dare you to kiss me." She didn't even hesitate. You blinked; you couldn't believe she had just said that. Did she? Maybe you misheard. The way she looked at you said it all. Her green eyes slowly travelled from your eyes, tracing down your face until it met your lips. Her lips began to slowly pull up into a wide smile, she was giving you a toothy grin.

"Checkmate. I win." She whispered. You could feel your stomach beginning to twist and turn. You could feel your throat tighten. She turned her head from you to look out the window, her big smug smile on her face. You hated that. It was a friendly game of Truth or dare. It meant nothing.

"What were you saying about beating me this time-"

"Hey."

"What?" She questioned, turning her head back to look at you. It wasn't expected that you would speak to her. The gap between you two was filled by you moving over to her. Yelena's body tensed up as you were so close to her. The What If was in your head again. What If she was only joking? What If she hated it? Fuck the What If. Just kiss her.

"What are you- "Before she could complete her sentence, your lips touched hers. It happened so quickly. It was all you could manage. If you kept your lips against hers longer, you feared you would not be able to stop. In utter shock, Yelena blinked rapidly while her face turned red. Her gaze was fixed on you.

"I- I... Dare. Just dare me" Yelena uttered, rubbing her cheeks with her knuckles.

"Um.. I dare you to tell me why you came home from the party earlier." The colour began to drain from Yelena's face as you abruptly spoke. Something you'd never seen before filled her eyes, worry. There was a long pause in the silence that followed her. The music could be heard again before she answered.

"I was expecting you to be there." She admitted. Her hand raised up to her forehead, carefully rubbing it as her eyebrows creased.

"Me?"

"I got all dressed up to see you. It sounds so stupid now that I say it out loud because God, how pathetic is that? If Nat could hear me right now. Imagine what she'd say." In order not to hesitate again, she spoke quickly. As soon as she said it, she looked at you. A worried expression on her face, her eyes flickering into yours in search of an answer. Any answer.

"You did all that for me?"

"Of course, I do. Everything I always do is for you. I just wanted you to see me how I see you."

"And how's that?"

"Krasivaya" Under her breath, she whispered. You had never seen this side of her before. Yelena had become accustomed to getting what she wants whenever she wants, the confident one. From the moment she saw you standing in her bedroom, there was a lot of uncertainty around her.

"Beautiful." She translated. It was impossible to stop the smile from forming on your face.

"You're funny."

"Why?"

"You're beautiful, El. You always have been." There was no way you could believe this was real. The thought of telling her all this made you feel sick to your stomach.

"You know I still won Truth or Dare." Taking a moment to look at her hands, she fiddled with her fingers while smiling softly.

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"I kissed you. We're even"

"That wasn't a kiss. This is a kiss." With her hand raised, she slowly ran her finger tips over the side of your cheek as she spoke firmly. With such tenderness, she presses the palm of her warm hand against your cheek. To get closer to her, her free hand reached into the neck of your t-shirt and pulled the collar down.

Slowly, she pressed her lips against yours, making your lips burn. She moved her lips in harmony with yours. You adjusted yourself and wrapped your arms loosely around her neck, slowly entangling your fingers in the strands of her blonde hair that you pulled. As soon as you did, you felt her body pressing up against yours in need. She lets out a soft moan, encouraging you to keep pulling.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you."

"Why? What are you going to do about it?"

"I'll show you." You smiled against her lips. Her words said one thing, but her body said another. Dropping her hands from your cheeks, releasing her lips from yours, she still climbed up off the window. After a curious look from you, she slowly bent down in front of you as panic set in. She gave you a look that could almost kill.

Her sudden movement made you squeal as she grabbed you in her arms. As she pushed you up against the cold window, your body jolted as the cold shocked you. As soon as it happened, you pushed straight up against Yelena. As your body struggled between her warm body and the cold window, you knew which you preferred. Her.

"Good girl" A hushed voice echoed her words. She wasn't the one to lean in. It was you. She felt your lips on her instantly as you wrapped your arms tightly around her neck. Your lips were hungrily kissing hers. It wasn't clear where this would go, but God, you didn't want it to end. The clothes she was wearing were still damp. The reason you realized she didn't get out of her wet red dress was because she was didn't want to stop talking to you.

"God, El. I want to be yours." She smiled in response to your whining against her lips. After lifting you off the window, she carried you over to her bed and gently laid you down.

"You are mine" She corrected you. As she climbed on top of you, she tightly wrapped your legs around her waist. You were going to take advantage of this opportunity. Playfully, you flipped her over, resulting in you being on top. As she relaxed beneath you, you watched. You were the focus of her intense gaze. Slowly, you ran your hands along the thin fabric of her dress. You were craving her.

"That's cute." Your eyes met hers with curiosity as she commented.

"What's cute?" You questioned. She flipped you back over without any ease. Her performance was so effortless. You had taken control for a short time, but that was gone now. You were exactly where she wanted you. Your wrists were pushed over your head as she leant in close to you. She was so close you could feel her hot breath against yours.

"That you think you can be on top." Her eyes remained fixed on her as she spoke. Your wrists were released from her hard grip. As you furiously pulled on the fabric of her dress, you knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted to feel her skin against yours. Unbeknownst to you. Yelena was about to remove her dress when the bedroom door was pushed open further. From the door, there was a loud splat sound. Both of you froze. As you pushed up on your elbows, you looked at what caused it.

"What the fuck." After being shocked, Natasha dropped the Chinese she had been carrying, spilling it everywhere. Astonished, she stood in the doorway. Her sister and her best friend.

"Not the noodles." Yelena whined.

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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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YELENA BELOVA MASTERLIST:

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Florence Pugh, Yelena Belova (MCU), Alice (DWD), Dani (Midsommar), Amy March (Little Women)

Sharing Is Caring (smut)

Daddy’s Only Whore (smut)

Change Of Plans (smut, dark!!)

Too Good (smut, angst, fluff)

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏) || 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚

“𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵“

Inspo: Kaleo - I Can’t Go on Without You

Pairing: Demon!Yelena Belova x Fem!reader

Summary: You never should take the word of a demon...

Warning: Angst and a little bit of heat.

Part Two

Words: 1939

Yelena didn’t consider herself a creature that backed down from a challenge. With her fellow siblings, they always looked at her less. Being the weakest and youngest, Yelena had no choice but to fight for what she had. And her father Asmodeus didn’t make it any easier for her. Continuing to place more obstacles in her path that do nothing but tire her out. She didn’t know if she was being tested or if this was some sort of torture. What she did know is that travelling up to Earth always comforted her. Primarily because you were always there.

Her wings flapped as she slowly descended to the balcony of a flat in the center of London. Seeing one of your lamps with the flashing lights of a TV. So, ever so softly, her feet touched down with her wings folding in so she could step through the open glass door. Eyes glancing at the TV before at the couch where you slept soundly.

Slowly, she stepped towards you. Humming at the sight of your pure innocence. It was adorable how something like you could be so innocent after doing such sinful things to yourself. Her grandfather shouldn’t let you up past the pearly gates, but you stayed clean when you were anything other than that. No matter how holy the water may be or useless the words of a priest could be, there was nothing that could change what you were.

Her personal toy.

“Hello, Kukla.” Her red fingers ran up the blanket. Each follicle of fluff tickled the tips until she reached the hem. Pulling it down slowly and revealing nothing less than your naked frame. Proving her point exactly.

Her tongue poked against the inside of her cheek as her claws slowly brushed across your fragile flesh. Exhaling shakily when seeing you stir and roll onto your back. Revealing your hardened nipples and skin rippling with goosebumps. Hair slightly astray with a few of your bangs hanging in front of your eyes. Plump lips parted with soft snores slipping past.

Now, it may be bad, but Yelena had never actually talked to you. In fact, you had never even seen her before. Yelena had been watching you for almost a year and seeing everything you did whenever she came up from Hell. She had nearly messed up a few times with you seeing her, but you never caught on. And she knew Natasha would tell her to not bother with humans unless it was for a deal. Or Steve warning her of the repercussions of being discovered by humans. All the simple shit that likely didn’t need to be explained to her. But she was going to have to take a risk and deal with the rest of the shit later.

So, with very little thought, Yelena launched herself at you. Straddling your waist and wrapping one hand around your throat with the other covering your mouth. Your eyes were wide and a muffled scream fell from your lips as you stared up at the creature above you. Her lips curled into a large smile with her razor-sharp teeth being displayed. Her eyes were cat-like and glowing a vivid red with her skin a constant crimson to match it. Horns growing out the top of her skull and curving towards you. Tips sharp and barely nipping your cheeks.

“Shall we be going, detka?” Her tone was as bright as her smile as she pressed down onto your head and you felt your body sink through the cushioning and the couch. Soon hearing the wind howl in your ears as your screams fill the open space. The cool air soon turns to a lukewarm with sweat beginning to seep through your pores.

But your gaze stayed attached to the demon above you. Her entire expression was wicked and some sort of mischief was being concocted in her head.

Before you knew it, the speed of your descent had slowed and soon your naked body was laying on silk blankets and your head resting on a pillow. Chest rising and falling as the demon stayed straddling your waist with her hands holding your sides. “Names Yelena, sweety. But you can call me anything you like-” As she leant down, ready to kiss your neck, you finally reacted by pushing her off.

A wicked and sound laugh cut through the air as you scrambled off the bed for your feet to meet cold stone. Arms and hands rapidly try to cover your chest and the heat between your legs. Backing away from the demon that stood to her feet with a grin, who was now in a normal human form. Sweeping her blonde locks out of her face as she approached you. “I always loved the idea of you being feisty. Shall we test this in bed?”

“What and who the fuck are you? Am I fucking dead?” You yelled, eyes still as wide as saucers with your brain trying to comprehend what was happening to you. But the truth was that this demon had brought you down to hell with you having no way back to your normal life. Safe to say your brain could comprehend or could accept that obvious fact.

Yelena smiled, sitting down on the bed with her legs crossed. A very thin and flimsy piece of fabric wrapped around her waist that just barely covered her own heat that was practically soaked with the multiple thoughts of what she was going to do to you now. “Well, you’re in hell, medovyy,” she replied. “I am one of the demons down here, along with my many siblings. For your last question; keep your mouth shut and you’ll be fine.”

The comment made you look at the demon incredulously. “Are you seriously telling me to keep my mouth shut?

“Yes, I am.”

“Fuck you! I’m not listening to you, motherfucker!”

The response you received from Yelena was her wings opening up and her standing to her feet. Eyes sharping their glare as you backed up to the edge of what you guessed was her room. Hitting a stone railing that was a long fall down to a lava pit where the distant screams of the damned could be heard.

“I suggest changing your song or else I am going to take your vocal cords,” she warned. “I brought you here for me. Nothing on Earth was waiting for you and I sure as hell am sick of waiting to get what I rightfully deserve.”

She’d closed the space, leaving barely an inch between you and her. In your red-hot rage and confusion, you had only now noticed her chest that was bare to you. Her nipples were a dark red compared to her once crimson flesh. Making your cheeks heat up and surprisingly push her back. The action took Yelena by surprise as well as her lips parted.

When she started on her way to Earth only an hour ago, she was thinking you would submit willingly. Hell, maybe you would be more pliable knowing there was some sort of higher power over you. You could worship her. But now finally talking to you for the first time, she was quickly getting the idea that you were nothing short of stubborn and a loudmouth. Something she would have to try and fix quickly.

Blinking a few times, you clenched your jaw and made eye contact with the demon. Attempting to keep your eyes connected with her gaze other than her breasts that you wouldn’t mind giving your love and attention right now. “Listen here, you bitch! Whatever you want with me, you aren’t getting-”

“How about a deal, hmm?” Yelena’s switch of her tone was off-putting from her rather upbeat and mischievous. It was serious now and the timbre of it was nothing less than relaxing. “You can return to Earth and live out your miserable life-”

“Not miserable.” You corrected.

“It’s miserable compared to being down here,” Yelena protested. “You could be a queen in our realm, Y/n. Think about it.”

The first mention of your name falling from her lips was something vivid. A shot of adrenaline flooded your system as you tried your best to keep your mind focused on what she was saying. The image she was trying to illustrate for you, although you knew you would shoot her down.

You, a queen. Leading or ruling over a realm you had no idea what the purpose of it would be with Yelena by your side. Someone/something you didn’t even know for more than a day. The idea of it sounded nice, in a fucking book. But this was your life and you weren’t about to give it to Hell.

Sniffling, you looked at the demon. “Just continue talking about this deal.”

Yelena sighed, shoulders slouching in defeat as she sat back down on the bed. “You can live out your life. But whenever I want you, you will submit willingly and come to me.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “That simple? What’s the catch?”

She raised her hands in surrender with a laugh. “If there is one thing you should know about me Y/n, it’s the fact that I never trick on these deals. I give you everything that is within the deal. Nothing more and nothing less,” she said proudly. “Now, we must have sex to complete the deal-”

“Shut the fuck up!”

What sounded like the first genuine laugh to fall from Yelena’s lips made your heart warm. Unable to hide the smile from your own lips as Yelena’s face scrunched up as she giggled in amusement. Ok, maybe you could deal with this. Just a little bit of sex? Not that bad considering you were shamelessly checking this demon out.

Sighing, your arms crossed over your chest, covering your breasts. “That’s the entire deal?” You inquired.

Yelena placed a hand over her chest with a smile. “I give you my word.”

Inhaling deeply, you watched the demon extend her hand out with a warm smile. You hesitantly took it and before you could respond, she yanked you forward and kissed you. Her lips were warm and hot with her soaked tongue pushing past your pink lips. Unable to see the signs Yelena’s fingers made, creating a sign in the center of your pelvis.

But after parting, you felt the faint stinging on your stomach. Looking down and seeing a black tattoo cover your flesh. “It is a binding to our deal. When it is fulfilled, it will disappear.”

You hummed, inhaling deeply and looking up at the demon. “Alright, take me home.”

You stared at the demon as she sucked on her gums and let out a slow laugh. Standing to her feet and walking around the bed as you followed her with your gaze. “Yelena? What the fuck did you do?”

“Nothing. This is our deal.” She answered with an extension of her arms motioning around the two of you.

A soft laugh escaped you as you shook your head. Feeling your heart begin to elevate in beat as your worst fears were coming true. But the only thing you could think was the fact that you never should’ve trusted a demon. “No. No, no, no. I-I wanna go home,” you said. “Our deal was I get to go to Earth.”

“You are home, Y/n. Although I allowed you to live out your days, you live your days down here, with me.” Closing the space, her hand cupped your jaw roughly with her teeth baring with a deep growl filling the air.

“Now, submit.”

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Baby, Don’t Kill Him

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

Clint Barton x Step-daughter!Reader

Please, Don’t Go. (Part 2) | 3,651 Words

"Baby... Wake up..."

You groaned, rolling over in the bed to hide from the light seeping in through the windows.

"Five more minutes..." You mumbled, and Yelena chuckled at your grumpy state, finding you absolutely adorable.

"You said that ten minutes ago moya lyubov'." She laughs out, and uses her immense strength to flip you over and straddle your lap.

"Oh my God! It burns!!!" You shriek, as you dramatically move to block out the sun, and she falls against you in a fit of laughter.

———

You wrap your arms around her, and smile, more than happy to have been able to brighten your girlfriends mood as she's been rather down in the dumps as of late.

"I love you..." She whispers, an air of vulnerability visible in her features as she now hovers her face above yours.

You move your hands up to her neck, scratching ever so lightly, then pull her face down to yours for a sweet kiss and she sighs against your lips.

"I love you too, my darling girl..." You mumble as her lips eventually release yours.

"I'm going to miss you." She whimpers out, as she finally situates her body atop of yours comfortably, nuzzling her face into your neck.

"Are you sure you can't come with? I'd really love for you to finally meet my family."

"I've got some business to handle, but maybe I can still make it, just depends on how difficult this job ends up being."

"What business? I still have yet to see where you work."

"Freelancing darling, I do whatever I'm offered within my acquired skillset." She quips, winking down at you, then jumps up out of the bed before you can push the issue.

"Yeah, yeah..." You grumble, as she laughs at your irritation.

She then peaks her head back out of the bathroom, as she smirks mischievously your way.

"How about one last shower for the road?" She quips, as she not so subtly drops her towel from her body, and you leap out of the bed, nearly tripping on the blankets on your way to her.

Your girlfriends secretive nature should bother you, but you've spent your life immersed in secrets, so you let it roll off your back with relative ease.

It's not like you don't have secrets too...

—

Your mom had you young, and the man she created you with was gone as fast as he came...

Due to the nature of your mother, and eventual fathers line of work, your whole history is a jumbled up, fabricated mess. As far as single mothers go, you were blessed with the kind that coveted your existence, no resentment was ever present. Once she'd settled down with Clint, you were about eight years old, and much to her shock you were rather accepting of the man. It didn’t take long for him to take you under his wing, and show you the ropes of archery. He'd eventually entered the Avengers initiative, and your mom retired once the two of them started having kids of their own, Fury was able to help hiding them much better than your mom did you.

You grew up in SHIELD, so really, you are nothing but a vessel of overheard secrets.

Yelena and you had originally planned to spend the next few days together before you headed home, and she got to work. However, your father—well, the man you call dad, had called you to ask you to take your younger siblings home. He'd run into some trouble in the city, and desperately needed them gone. You weren't due home for another week—when it's appropriate to return for the holidays, but you'd be damned if you'd let your younger siblings get caught up in the mess that follows him around.

—

Lila and Nate were blessed with soundproof earphones in the back, you sadly had to be exposed to the radio your brother controlled by way of aux cord.

"Coop, so help me God, if you play another Green Day song, I will make you walk the next fifty miles home. Maybe then you’ll discover your boulevard of broken dreams, yeah?." You groan out, not entirely thrilled with your brother's newfound Pop Punk phase.

He lightly smirked, as you caught it from your peripherals, then changed over to Linkin Park, you fought the urge to wrench the wheel of the car to pull off onto the shoulder, but you'd decided to plot his demise somehow else.

Once you pulled up, your mom ran out to greet you all, then once the kids went indoors you'd seen the unintentional scowl take over her features.

"I'm sure dad will make it home for Christmas mama, don't you worry." You attempt to quell her obvious thoughts, and then pull her into your arms.

"I'm so grateful to you, you're my rock, and that's just not fair." She sighs against your chest, as you're slightly taller than her, and you move to place a comforting kiss to her temple.

"It's always been you and me mama, I don't mind being your rock."

"I'm supposed to be yours..."

"You are! We're each others." You relay, as you hold her that much tighter, before heading inside with her.

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As the lonely days drug on, you'd become painfully aware of the unfolding mess your father found himself in. His actions during the blip seemingly catching up to him, and you can't help but feel saddened for him all over again. He'd gone through five years with no hope of ever seeing his family again, then at the first sign of it, he had lost his best friend in the most brutal way.

Blipping was such a weird concept for you...

You'd been on the phone with your girlfriend of a month at the time, while sitting in your bedroom from your teen years back at the farm. Freelancing had taken your newfound lover across the world, so you decided visiting back home would be a great idea. One second Yelena's telling you about this 'really cool' food she'd just tried, while your dad was showing Lila how to use his trusty bow; then the next second you're coughing harshly as a layer of dust clouds your room, and your greeted with deafening silence.

You'd looked to your phone, finding it beyond dead, so you had plugged it in then raced downstairs in search of clarity. Your moms glossy gaze locked on yours, then yours dropped to the TV hers looked up from.

"All Those Blipped, Suddenly Re-emerging on the Streets After Five Long Years."

Even though you'd only been together for a month, your mind went straight to your girlfriend. You raced up the stairs, sending off a slurry of texts to her, then your dad, then your favorite human—Natasha.

After hours of waiting, your beaten down father had made an appearance at the front door. He was covered in dirt, and blood, and his eyes were swimming with despair. Once he'd gained a semblance of his current reality, he broke down in your mothers arms. His broken sobs were hard to decipher, but you heard 'she's gone' loud and clear.

Finding out that your 'Auntie' Nat, had sacrificed her life for the world broke your heart in two. The same world that did nothing to deserve her sacrifice. The both of you were only six years apart in age, so the bond had always been a bit stronger than with your younger siblings, she was truly your best friend.

Yelena had called you the following day, in tears of her own, and you jumped at the possibility of seeing her. The reunion was intense, and you could tell she'd clearly lost someone in this mess as well. Vulnerability wasn't something you expected from her so early on, as her walls were so clearly built up when you'd met, so you just chose to hold her incredibly close.

Two years later and you two are happier than ever, and she's all but moved into your apartment in New Jersey.

—

They always tried to leave you out of their messes, but you were always at the ready to help in anyway you could. So when you heard your mom mention that along with his onslaught of enemies past, that Natasha's younger sister is also after your father you couldn't seem to pinpoint why.

When Clint called the next time, you'd tapped into the call, with the skills Natasha had lended to you. He muttered out two words that stopped your heart, your beautiful girlfriend, the absolute love of your life, the one you'd planned to bring home this week, was the same Widow trying to kill your father.

Your mind went into a full blown spiral…

You were dating a 'former' Widow?

Natasha's little sister nonetheless?

God.. If she were alive she'd probably kill you... or her…

Freelancing?!...

Freelancing to her essentially equated to assassinating, and in the grand scheme of things that honestly makes sense because of where she came from. Natasha had told you all about her little sister back in Ohio, the beautiful little blonde girl full of hope, and promise. She also told you their heart wrenching story, and she'd even called you to tell you all about how she was able to find her again. The thing is, she'd never given her full name, only ever speaking in Russian pet names, and a simple mumbling of 'Lena,' so the revealing all comes crashing down on you in the moment.

The only solution, you fear, is for you to find her, and hope that outing yourself as his honorary daughter, and Natasha's best friend, doesn't cost you the love of your life. So, in the middle of the night you'd slipped out of the farmhouse, and set off on your way to NYC, as your mom watched from her bedroom window in absolute horror.

She wasn't stupid, she'd put the puzzle pieces together ages ago on who you were dating, and then she heard your breath hitch on the phone earlier, so she's highly aware of where you're headed. Part of her knows you're right to go, but she just hopes it's not at the cost of your life and or your happiness.

—

The whole drive to NY, you'd been reliving moments with Yelena over the last two years that could make it all make sense. She'd even talked about Natasha, after finally relinquishing information on the loss she'd dealt with, and you'd never put it together. In retrospect, it all adds up now. Her older sister, the one full of spunk, with a fierce need to protect, and a massive heart.

Your calls to her went straight to voicemail, same to be said with your dad. So, after a little bit of hacking, once again taught to you by Nat, you'd been able to reach his protege—stalker—who was able to fill you in on the plan.

The gala wasn't something you'd prepared for, but you'd used your trusty credit card, and purchased a gorgeous green suit, and just beneath it you wore Natasha's old mission suit. Once you entered, you felt every hair on your body stick up, just knowing deep down you were surrounded by a crap ton of dangerous criminals. Kate had told you everything—that girl really does talk a lot—you chuckle at the thought that your dad's probably turned his hearing aid off when she gets carried away.

So, you definitely knew that though Yelena's to be expected, she's not even their focus. Everything moved rather quickly, and the fight was absolutely brutal. Once the onslaught of arrows had slowed, you got closer, and that's when you saw Yelena fighting with your father.

She'd looked incredible, with her tightly fitting mission suit, and her hair in a tight braided bun. The streetlights had caught her face just right, and your heart absolutely melted. Then you heard your father grunt, and got pulled back to reality, as you saw her punt kick the man across the ice.

"Baby, don't kill him!" You shout, but you can tell she doesn't hear you, or she just doesn't want to, you're not entirely sure.

You carefully ran across the ice, trying to not slip, but that didn't matter as Yelena—without even looking up, had shot off her widow bites.

You couldn't tell if it was the insane amount of electricity coursing through your body, or the slamming of your body into the ice that hurt more, but either way, your body was in an overwhelming amount of pain.

Clint had sparingly glanced up, and his face contorted into obvious angered shock at the sight of your seemingly unconscious body.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" He shouts through the pain, as he clutched at his obviously broken ribs, and ignores the gun Yelena has pointed at his head to crawl over to you.

The sound of your name threw her off, so she'd looked up to see you laid out cold on the ice. Her pistol holding hand stuttered, as she swiftly holstered it to run over to you.

"Y/N? Detka?! Why are you here? Please say something..."

Clint's eyes widened in shock, but he said nothing, as he realized now that you had some sort of plan. He’d been more concerned by your seemingly unconscious state, seeing as how you have a heart condition that you’re on beta-blockers for.

The pain was debilitating, your heart was fluttering rapidly, but her warm, soft hands on your face, and the vulnerability in her voice was enough motivation to coax you through it.

"Lena... Why are you trying to kill my dad?" You groan out, and her hands still, you slowly open your eyes to see her sullen face.

It hurts when you can clearly see the sheer feelings of betrayal flash across her face, but you expected it. You go to sit up, but the both of them push you back down by your shoulders.

"Stay down Y/N, this fight doesn't concern you." Yelena says, and her gaze slightly hardens.

"No, it doesn't..." Clint seems to agree.

"Please stop, both of you! This is the last thing Natty would ever want." You shout, then groan as a residual shockwave runs through your body.

"Natty?" Yelena questions in bewilderment.

"Yeah, a little birdie told me you're my best friend's sister.."

"I thought Barton was her best friend."

"That's what we let him think, but really it was me." You chuckle out, and your dad playfully nods in agreement.

"You know, she'd talked about you all the time, but she used nicknames so I hadn't put it all together." You groan out, as you move to sit up, and your father scoots behind you to cushion you.

You send him back a grateful smile, that drops in an instant as she lifts her pistol once more.

"Yelena, baby, don't. Just listen to me."

"No! You don't get to call me that, you've been the enemies child all along. He killed her! My sister is dead because of him!"

Her words cut right through you, and you’re not sure if your heart skipping was because of the previous electrical shock, your heart condition, or her sudden anger towards you. Truth be told, it was probably all three, but regardless, you’re going to clean this mess up.

"Okay, fine, Yelena it is." You sigh out dejectedly.

"So… I'm an honorary Barton, that's why I'm assuming your look into my past that you clearly must've made led you nowhere significant. My lineage is fabricated to a deceased elderly couple in Minnesota. I didn't lie to you though, I told you all about my living parents, and I'd had every intention of bringing you home to meet them this week..."

Her hardened gaze didn’t waver, nor did the nausea in your stomach, or the fluttering in your chest.

"Now, Yelena, I guess this is the part where I have to inform you that you got it all wrong. Whoever your source is lied to you, the manipulative bastards used your own loss and pain against you. My father here had no part in killing Nat, she regretfully gave her life of her own free will. It was the only way she could bring back all that was lost. My dad here tried desperately to stop her, he dangled over the side of a cliff, clinging to his hold on her but she never relented. She's stubborn like that, and I know you know I'm right. Natasha was only moving to ensure that the people she loved got to live on, that they got to return... I'm sorry..."

"No! She never would've left me behind... Not again..."

Your metaphorical heart breaks along with your physical at the broken tone, and emergence of tears on her face.

"Lena... Sweet angel, Tasha didn't leave you behind, she's smarter than that, she knew you had someone on your side. Whether that had been Melina, or the widows you saved along the way, hell, maybe she even knew about us. I doubt it though, because she would've scolded both of us if she had." You lightly chuckle out the last bit, imagining the consistent fire behind her gaze whenever she'd been worried for you, being set on you instead for once.

"Either way, Clint here is innocent." You continue.

Your father was looking at you with a quirked brow, not exactly believing your words, and Yelena scoffed venomously. Neither of the two had noticed your physical changes, both rather distracted by their own heightened emotions.

"Innocent?! You call what he's done free of charge?"

"No, what he's done isn't free of sin, but it's not like he was out there killing saints. He killed ruthless thugs, though rather brutally, he was grieving the same way you are now. Spilling blood over your grief is never the answer though, and you should clearly understand him as your guns pointed at his head over Natasha. The same person who pulled him away from the monstrosity's and also in the end gave her life for his... Natasha is honorable, truly, and this is the last thing she’d ever want. She loved you with all her heart Yelena, and all she’d ever wanted was for you to live a prosperous life. So, just go on, and do that for her…"

You could feel your body was weakening by the minute, but if this is how you go, then so be it. At least your mom won't be alone, and your precious siblings will still have their father. A rather large cough, followed by a wheeze leaves your body, and your father stiffens beneath you, as he begins to fear the worst. Yelena has no clue about the long QT Syndrome, as you keep that to yourself, so she’s not all too concerned in the moment.

Yelena’s stance readjusts as she seems dead set on shooting him, but then your father takes over for you, and whistles the tune you’d once heard Natasha do.

“How do you know that?” Yelena chokes out, and you calm at the realization that your dad had it in the bag all along.

“Y/N’s not lying… That’s your secret whistle with Nat, she really did talk about you all the time. All she could think about was that you were safe, and that never changed Yelena. She loved you, she always wanted you safe.”

“I loved her so much…” Yelena sobs out, and you feel a tear flow down your cheek at the same time.

“Me too…” Clint mutters, as he drops his gaze to your distant one, and panic instantly floods his system.

“You guys had so much time with her…” She continues to sob out, not registering your fathers sudden fear ridden face.

“Y/N, sweetheart, can you hear me?” He panics, then lowers your body to the ice, and taps at your cheek as Yelena’s just now registering that something is off with you.

“Papa, I don’t feel so good..” You whimper in confusion.

Clint’s heart skips a beat at the utterance, you hadn’t called him that in nearly a decade, and you only ever did it when you were sick.

“Detka, hey, what’s wrong? Please, tell me what’s wrong, I’m sorry I yelled at you. Nothing’s your fault, I’m—please, what’s going on?! I love you so much, I’m so sorry, please…”

“I love you too, it’s okay Lena, you’ll be okay…” You murmur as your eyes flutter closed, and a heart wrenching scream tumbled passed her lips.

Clint nearly vomits at the words flying out of your mouth, as the deja vu nearly topples him over, and he tells the medical services exactly where to find you.

“No!! I most certainly will not be okay! Fanny, and Gus will not be okay! No… I can’t-I won’t lose you too..” She shouts out, slowly moving into a sob as her teary eyed face hits your chest.

Clint leans down to scoop you up, to get you off the ice for the EMT’s, but Yelena pushes him away. She does it herself since he’d ended up with broken ribs, but more so because she refuses to not be touching you.

Once she lays you in the grass, she looks to Clint for clarity, but your body starts to shake. Clint rolls you to your side, but then you go limp under his hold, and he registers that your heart has stopped.

“No… No, absolutely not!” He cries out, while moving to perform CPR, and Yelena crawls backwards, pulling her knees to her chest, and begins to rock herself in an attempt to calm down.

“Baby… Wake up…” She continues to cry out, with her eyes tightly shut, as the sounds of sirens slightly pours into her pounding ears.

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This is a summary of chapter six, which is quite a heavier chapter compared to the rest of the series so far. If you are comfortable doing so, feel free to read the chapter here. (There is a read more before the actual chapter, the warnings are above the read more. Stay safe! 💕)

The only warnings for this would be breaking and entering and depression, which are pieces of the plot that are unavoidable.

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Y/n meets up with Wanda and the rest of the therapy group for lunch, and the only person missing (who said they would be there) is Bucky. Nobody is able to reach him, except for Clint. Y/n drives over to his apartment, to find him still in bed.

Y/n, seeing that her friend is unwell, offers to have him stay at her place until Steve comes back. She finds that Steve and Bucky have recently become boyfriends, and that Steve is usually the one who helps Bucky during his bad days.

When they reach Y/n’s apartment, they sit in front of the couch. While they talk, Bucky reveals some of his past with Y/n. Later, the topic turns to romance, prompting Y/n to ask how Bucky knew Steve liked him back. Bucky responds by telling her that ‘he (Steve) looked at me like there was something worth looking at.’

Bucky and Y/n later go to sleep in separate rooms. In the middle of the night, Y/n goes to sit in the living room, before falling back asleep in front of the couch. She’s awoken by the sound of glass shattering, and she wakes up to find an intruder in her home. She screams, the attacker immediately lunging for her to stop her yelling.

Bucky, without his prosthetic, like he’d been for most of the day, rushes in, doing his best to help Y/n. For some reason, neither of them think to call the police. Y/n realizes that the intruder is Yelena, Natasha’s sister. Yelena is angry that Y/n did not tell her immediately what had happened to her sister, and that she and the rest of Natasha’s family had to find out what had happened to her hours after she actually passed. It is revealed that Y/n did not go to Natasha’s funeral.

Y/n is able to explain her side of things to Yelena, detailing her guilt and grief on how it had all went down. It is also reveal that Nat and Y/n were intending to get married, and that Nat had technically already said yes. Yelena seems to be more understanding, and they hug each other, sobbing.

Bucky is hiding in the bathroom, for plot reasons (??????????).

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Oh my god your fez fic is so good.

Can you do a Yelena x reader like enemies to lovers?

i miss her :( but let's do this!!

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It was all Valentina's fault. I was stuck in a warehouse with Yelena Belova. We were currently surrounded by enemy agents and it was all thanks to Ms. Belova over here who just decided to throw a hand grenade at the most inconvenient time. Which led us to where we are now. Stuck in the basement while shots are fired outside, trying to find our way out and also trying to contact Valentina so she can send backup.

“Great, Valentina’s not answering.” I said sarcastically as I gripped my gun harder. “Thank you so much for leading us into this basement with no reception.”

“I had no other choice.” Yelena replied, loading her weapon as she looked back an forth between the door and me. “They were going to shoot us.”

“No, they weren’t!” I shouted in anger and leaned my head against the wall, taking deep breaths.

“They were pointing a gun at you!”

“But they weren’t going to shoot me!”

“How do you know that, exactly?!” She shouted with her accent coming out strong as she stared at me in the eyes. “You always seem to know every little fucking thing!”

“Because I actually pay attention, Yelena.” I replied sternly. “I don’t just act to get on with things... I think things through, I pay attention to the details and that’s how I knew that the gun wasn’t even loaded.”

“Wait, it wasn’t-”

The door bursts open and there was strong ringing in my ears as I kneeled down to seek cover. My mind was hazy but I immediately looked over to Yelena to make sure she was okay. She began to stand up and swung a machine gun over her shoulder to shoot the people coming down the stairs.

I pulled out my gun as well, moving to take cover behind cardboard boxes that were packed together in a corner. Shots were fired all over the basement, causing the sound to echo around the room.

“Y/n! Cover me!” Yelena shouted over the shots being fired as I loaded my gun quickly.

“You got it!” I shouted and began to run across the room. “Go! Go! Go!”

Yelena ran towards the stairs that led out of the basement as she shot the remaining men that were outside. I crouched down, taking cover behind a metal desk before turning around to shoot at them again.

The last man fell and the room was filled with silence again. I was catching my breathe as I tried to stand up but immediately felt a burning sensation on my thigh. ‘It’s probably from all the running’ I thought to myself as I stood from behind the desk to see Yelena coming down the stairs out of breathe.

“This was everyone.” She said, looking at the ground at the dead bodies. “We should go before their backup shows up.”

“You’re right, yeah.” I replied, nodding my head. “Let’s go.”

Yelena moved up the stairs again with me trailing behind as the both of us lifted our guns, ready to shoot at anyone who appeared. We slowly walked outside and every step I took made my leg hurt even more. I leaned against a wall and looked down to see crimson red soaking my suit.

“They’re coming, we have to-“ Yelena began but stopped once she saw me against the wall with my head thrown back while I applied pressure on the wound. “I’ll help you, come on.”

“No, Yelena, go.” I said, shaking my head as she tried to move her arm around my back to help me limp out of there. “They’re gonna kill you, just go.”

“I won’t just leave you here.” She muttered, looking for something to tie around my leg.

“Yelena.” I almost whispered but she continued to tend to my bleeding leg. “Yelena, you have to go… they-they’re getting closer.”

“I won’t leave.”

“Yelena, you have to go.” I said sternly, causing her to look up at me. “Now!”

“I won’t just leave you here!”

“You already hate me, why wouldn’t you leave me?”

Yelena stayed quiet and pulled my arm to wrap it over her shoulder while the other went around my waist. I groaned as she pulled me off the wall, helping me limb outside to reach the main road. We heard motorcycles roar from afar making me look behind in fear.

“They’re gonna see us.” I muttered and looked at the blonde who kept a concentrated expression as we continued to walk.

“No they won’t.” She spat while slightly turning our way to the forest.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked, feeling more worried as I heard the motorcycles come closer. “You have to go without me.”

“No.”

“Yelena.. you have to keep going. I’m slowing you down.”

“I won’t leave you.” She muttered, never releasing her grip.

“You have to save yourself, Yelena, they’re gonna find-“

“I won’t fucking leave you and that’s final!” The blonde shouted, causing to stop and stare at her in disbelief. She released her grip from around me and walked forward as she tan her fingers through her hair in frustration.

“Why don’t you just leave me here?” I whispered. “You’ve hated me long enough, this is your chance to get rid of me.”

Yelena looked up at me, staring directly to my eyes. She didn’t say anything else. She just did what she did best, act. I looked at the ground and at my leg, trying to keep the pressure on my healthy one. And right when I was about to tell her something else, her lips connected with mine.

I followed her lead and just acted. My hands went up to her cheeks and hers went to my hips, slowly walking closer to me. The kiss was slow but needy. We were both yearning for each other but the roaring of the motorcycle broke us from our trance.

Yelena smiled at me one more time before wrapping her arm around my waist again. I looked at her and kissed her temple as we began to walk into the forest, far away from the enemy. Along the way, we tried to call Valentina again but reception was a 0 so I just sat on the ground.

My leg was still bleeding and it was hurting a lot more than when we left the warehouse. I was already feeling a bit weak but Yelena kissed me and now my knees were wobbly. I never thought she would have that effect on me but here we are. Yelena crouched next to me and checked on my wound, causing me to wince in pain.

“Sorry.” She muttered. “Help is on the way, I promise.”

“Who did you call?”

“My parents... they have a helicopter.”

“Melina and Alexei will rescue us?” I asked with a small smile before chuckling “Well shit.”

“You’ll be okay.” Yelena almost whispered, cupping my face making me lean into it out of instinct.

“Can we talk about the kiss now?” I smirked.

“We’ll talk about that later.” She chuckled, sitting down. “Right now we have to make sure the help gets here before you faint on me.”

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