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save a seat ~ yelena belova x clint barton;marvel

word count: 2067

request?: yes!

“Could you write a Yelena and Clint fluff where they’re getting married and left a seat for Natasha at the ceremony”

description: on the best day of their lives, they decide to leave a seat for the one person they wish could be there

pairing: yelena belova x clint barton

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

masterlist (one, two)

The last thing either of them expected was a marriage. Especially since the first time they met, Yelena was trying to kill Clint while he was trying to get home to his wife and kids.

But life is unexpected.

Shortly after their first meeting, Clint and Linda decided to separate. Clint was visiting Kate to tell her about the separation when Yelena walked in. The former assassin had grown close with the new Hawkeye and found herself spending most of her time at Kate’s place.

“Why is he all sad?” Yelena asked, gesturing to Clint.

“He has a name,” Clint responded. “And it’s none of your business.”

“Come on, Clint, it’s not that serious,” Kate said. To Yelena, she added, “He and his wife are separating.”

“Oh.” Yelena was shocked to find that she actually kind of felt bad for Clint. “I’m so sorry.”

Clint shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

It was a short conversation and neither of them expected it to lead to a relationship within a few months, or a marriage a year and a half later.

On the special day, Yelena was stood looking at herself in a full length mirror as Melina fussed over her dress. Her small bridal party consisted of Melina, Kate, and Clint’s daughter, Lila, while Clint’s consisted of his sons, Cooper and Nathaniel, and one of few friends of his who wasn’t an Avenger or a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent.

Yelena could hardly believe the person in the mirror was her. She spent her entire life as a weapon for someone else. She was lied to, tortured, mind controlled. She wasn’t someone who could get married. She wasn’t someone who could be loved.

Now, not only was she getting married, but she was marrying a man with children. She was going to be a mother - or rather, a step-mother. Another thing she could only dream of.

“The dress is fine, Melina,” Yelena told her mother figure. “You are going to make it a mess.”

“I’m just making sure,” Melina said. “I want everything to be perfect on your special day.”

“Everything is perfect,” Yelena assured her. “You are here, Alexei is walking me down the aisle, I look beautiful in the dress we picked and the makeup Kate did for me. I can’t imagine anything else that would make today perfect.”

A thought crossed Yelena’s mind. She and Melina locked eyes through the mirror and she knew they were thinking the same thing. The one thing that would make this day truly perfect for Yelena: Natasha.

It was ironic because Natasha was the reason Clint and Yelena met. Granted, Yelena was trying to kill Clint because she was led to believe Clint had killed Natasha, but that was besides the point.

Natasha was the reason they had met and she wouldn’t even be at their wedding.

Kate stood. “No sadness. This is a wedding! It’s a day of happiness! Come on, let’s take a group photo.”

She set up her camera and the four women huddled together. Yelena smiled as the flash went off. When she looked at the picture later on, she could see the genuine happiness in her face.

Meanwhile, the guests were starting to arrive. Clint was at the end of the aisle with his Groom’s Men, welcome everyone as they came to speak to him.

He was surprised when Nick Fury walked up to him, wearing an actual, formal suit.

Fury chuckled at the look on his face. “You sent me the invite. Did you really think I wouldn’t come?”

“I’ll be honest, Yelena and I sent the invite as a joke,” Clint admitted. “I am glad to see you, though. I don’t exactly have many people to invite considering everyone I knew is...”

“Dead?” Fury finished for him.

Clint nodded.

As much as this should’ve been a happy day for him, Clint could only feel bittersweet. Yes, he was very happy and excited to marry Yelena. He loved her with all of his heart and he couldn’t wait to be with her for the rest of his life. However, when it came to planning the wedding and deciding who to invite, Clint finally realized how many people he had lost in his life. Tony, Steve, Natasha. Thor wasn’t dead, but Clint had no way to reach him on Asgard. Bruce was the only original Avenger left and one of very few people Clint had to invite to the wedding.

“There’s a hard price to pay for what we do,” Fury said. “And it’s times like this we truly realize that.”

Clint nodded again, unable to speak.

“I am glad you invited me, though,” Fury said. “Maria and I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

Clint gave Fury a knowing look. “Maria, huh? I don’t remember sending her a personal invite.”

Fury smiled, a rare occurrence for the former S.H.I.E.L.D director. “She’s my plus one.”

Clint smiled back at him. “Congrats then.”

“I think I’m the one who should be saying that to you.”

Fury took his seat next to Maria Hill, who also surprised Clint by wearing a beautiful black dress. He had never seen his former colleagues dressed in such formal wear before.

When all of the guests arrived and were seated, Clint felt himself becoming nervous. It was almost time for Yelena to walk down the aisle and to finally, officially, become his wife.

Back in the Bridal room, a knock came at the door as each of the women were taking some more pictures on Kate’s camera. Melina called for whoever it was to come in, and the door opened to reveal Yelena’s father figure.

“It is time, honey,” he told Yelena.

Her heart began to race as she realized what this meant.

Melina kissed her daughter’s cheek as she, Kate, and Lila went to take their places. It was just Alexei and Yelena left. Alexei looked over his youngest girl, dressed in white on her wedding day and Yelena was almost certain he was going to start crying.

“You look beautiful,” he told her.

She smiled at him. “Thank you, Alexei.”

He offered her his arm and she took it, ready to step into the next chapter of her life.

The pianist began to play the song Clint and Yelena had chosen for her walk down the aisle. The guests stood and turned towards the beginning of the aisle, where Nathaniel was stood holding a pillow with the wedding rings. He walked down the aisle first, joining Clint and his Groom’s Men. Lila followed, acting as the flower girl, followed by Melina. The Russian woman smiled at Clint and he smiled back at her.

Then, Alexei and Yelena appeared. Yelena clutched Alexei’s arm, praying that she wouldn’t fall as she walked down the aisle. She hadn’t worn heels before, especially not ones where the heel was so small. She cursed Melina and Kate for going against her original decision to just wear her boots under the dress.

The two former assassins slowly made their way down the aisle. All eyes were on Yelena, but her eyes were on Clint. She could see his eyes starting to mist with tears and she had to try and stop herself from crying as well as to not ruin her makeup.

When she got to the end of the aisle, Clint stepped forward to do the symbolic gesture of taking the bride from her father. Yelena let go of Alexei’s arm, but turned to kiss him on the cheek before going to Clint.

“Thank you,” she whispered to him.

As she expected, Alexei was crying as well. “If he hurts you, he’s dead.”

Yelena let out a laugh before taking Clint’s arm and joining him at the alter. Their officiate told everyone they could be seated, and that’s when Yelena turned and glanced the empty seat in the front row.

When planning their wedding, there was one person that both Clint and Yelena had wanted to be there that couldn’t. When talking about it with Kate, she suggested leaving an empty seat in the front row, a symbolic spot for the one special guest that they couldn’t have there.

They had chosen the seat next to Alexei, which was where Yelena figured Natasha would’ve sat if she was there. They had a sign on the chair that said “Reserved” and a picture of Natasha below the sign. She was front and center, smiling at her best friend and her sister, like she was supposed to be.

Yelena felt another tug at her heart as she continued to gaze at the seat. She wished more than anything that Natasha could actually be there. That her adopted family could be whole on the most important day of her life.

“Yelena?” Clint said, softly.

She snapped out of her trance and turned back to Clint. “Yes, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

It was a loss they had both experienced, which made things a bit easier for the two of them at least.

The official wedding things started then, with the officiate talking about the importance of marriage, having their witnesses sign the official documents, so on and so on. Yelena was almost excited to get to the vows since that meant the ceremony part was almost over. As excited as she was to be married, she really just wanted to get to the reception.

They decided to go with the traditional vows where the officiate would speak and Clint and Yelena would repeat after him. Yelena went first, vowing to love and cherish Clint in sickness and health till death do them part.

“Do you also vow not to kill me again?” Clint joked as he started to slide the ring on Yelena’s finger.

Yelena chuckled and responded, “No promises.”

“I’ll take that.”

Clint went next, making the same promise to love Yelena until he died. She had no snappy comeback as he had. She was too emotional at this point to even try to speak without the fear of the dam finally breaking.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Clint took Yelena’s face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. The audience cheered for the newly wed couple, however they were so lost in one another that they could barley hear them.

Clint took Yelena’s hand and they walked out of the ceremony, their guests following closely behind. They waited for a few minutes, greeting everyone and thanking them for coming, before getting into the limo they had arranged to take them to the reception. As they sat together, alone, waiting for their respective parties to show up, Clint kissed Yelena again.

“I’m so happy,” she said when they pulled away.

“I am, too,” he said.

“I never thought I would be married. This all feels like a dream.”

“Well, I promise not to wake you up then.”

They both chuckled. Yelena held Clint’s hand, running her thumb over his new wedding ring. It was so shiny, like her own. So new. So perfect.

“I could feel her there,” she told Clint. “I know that sounds crazy, but I swear I felt Natasha there with us.”

“That’s not crazy. I could feel her there, too. I had a dream about her last night, actually.”

Yelena looked at her new husband with curiosity. “What happened in the dream?”

“We were at the reception hall, but no one else was there just me and her. I was sat at that long table where the bride and groom and their parties sit, and she just walked up to me. She leaned on the table and looked down at me and she said, Clint, you know I love you, but if you hurt my sister I will put you through the worst hell imaginable.”

Yelena started to laugh, which led to Clint laughing as well.

“Of course she did! Even beyond the grave she is threatening you,” Yelena laughed. “A big sister even in death.”

“I’d believe her, too. She’d probably come back and haunt me, or when I die she’d throw me off of a cloud repeatedly.”

“I guess you’ll just have to make sure you won’t hurt me then.”

Clint cupped Yelena’s chin and leaned forward to kiss her gently. “I could never dream of hurting you.”

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