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Miss American Pie

Chapter Five: This Will Be The Day (Finale)

Warning: this series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing.

Summary: Everyone has returned but the battle for humanity against Thanos wages on.

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You wake in a coughing fit, the rubble surrounding you sears your lungs. “Natasha.” You call into the rocks and flickering lights. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Natasha!”

“Here, I’m here.” Her voice is rough, pained.

You push yourself toward the sound, through the dust you can make out her hair. “You ok?”

“Mostly.” She’s laying face up, a few scratches visible.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I can’t move.” She nods at the piece of collapsed cement. “My leg is broken, you should go.” Nat says, staring up at the sky.

“I should’ve never let you go to Vormir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You try uselessly to budge the blockage over her leg.

“What is Vormir?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “How much do you remember?”

“The red room.”

“Do you remember getting out?”

“No one gets out.” She shakes her head.

“We did.” You inform her. “Yelena did.”

“Yelena?” Her gaze finds yours. “You know Yelena? Is she here?”

“Yes, I know her.” You press your lips together. “She’s not here though.”

“The rest of this building is coming down. If you were really trained in the red room you have to know that.” Natasha frowns. “You need to leave.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Don’t be a hero.” She whispers. “Let me go, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not.” You argue. “I won’t do it again.”

“What about Yelena?” Natasha gives you a pointed look.

“She’ll understand.” This is what she would do.

“Hey,” Natasha pushes herself up on her elbows. “Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a giant man in a metal suit carrying a smaller man and a raccoon appeared behind your head?”

You turn toward the man in question. Scott Lang. “It would be a good thing.”

———————————————————————

Natasha is taken somewhere safe. She can’t fight.

As the strange doctor and his disciples start opening portals you see that you’re not alone. Through one comes Alexei, Melina and Yelena.

Her white suit is pristine, dirty blonde hair held away from her face in ponytails.

On shaky legs you move toward her, taking your rightful place at her side. Facing what lies ahead together.

Yelena catches your hand, “this isn’t much of a welcome home.”

You can’t help but laugh, “pretty cool way to die though.”

“Very,” she agrees. “Natasha?”

“She is a little worse for wear.” You warn her, “but alive…and safe.”

Yelena gives you a watery smile, squeezing your fingers. “And you?”

“A tower fell on me.”

“Of course it did.”

Thanos’ army is nothing to scoff at. Giant airborne creatures hover over his troops. Larger monsters stand in their ranks, space ship overhead ready to destroy.

Steve is almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt, his shield battered and broken. But you know it is time when he gives the order. “Avengers, assemble.”

Fighting is easy, it’s what you know. What you were trained to do. Fight to stay alive, fight for what you believe in, fight with Yelena; for Yelena.

The two of you move together like a well oiled machine. Like riding a bike, even after all this time you could never forget.

“We’ve got company to the left.” Yelena says through gritted teeth, kicking at the alien creature beside her. Dropping an empty cartridge to the ground and reloading her gun seamlessly, firing several shots.

Despite everyone’s best efforts they just keep coming. “Do we have a plan here?”

“Getting there,” Steve replies. “Anybody have eyes on the gauntlet?”

“Yeah!” Clint rushes past you with the glove in hand. “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Get it out of here!” Tony insists.

“What’s happening?” Alexei shouts over the chaos. “I still don’t have ear piece.”

“Just keep their army away from that guy in the tank top.” You grunt, falling backwards from the force of one of Thanos’ soldiers colliding with you.

“We have to get the stones back where they came from.” Rhodey reminds everyone.

“The time space tunnel is completely collapsed.” Tony points out.

“That isn’t our only time machine.” Lang cuts in.

“Does anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” Captain America’s voice hums through the ear bud.

“I do,” a female voice chimes in. “But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.”

After grappling for far too long, you manage to knock the creature from you. Using your knife to dismember it.

“Next time, we get the cool laser guns.” Yelena yells loud enough to be heard by everyone on the network, as she hauls you to your feet.

“Friday, please add laser guns for the ballerinas to my grocery list.” Stark gives his smart ass remark.

“What’s the word on the van?” Rhodey wonders.

“Working on it now.”

The ship at Thanos’ disposal begins raining fire, no regard for their own troops.

“We’ve got people going down!” Rocket hollers.

“Clint,” you call into the microphone. “How’s that gauntlet?”

“Moving down the field.” The archer replies, “I’m alright too, thanks for asking.”

“Good.” You bite back a smile.

Hell continues breaking loose around you. Glowing circular orbs unfold in the air above, providing coverage from the missiles. You’re not sure if this is winning or losing. It feels like a bit of both.

———————————————————————- Thanos and his army are dusted away. Leaving you surprised and still swinging as the shock wears off.

You won. You. Won.

And you lost.

You lost Tony Stark. The man you’d barely known, but offered you clarity that will stay with you forever.

You lost the Natasha you’d come to know over the five years that Yelena was gone. Some parts of the redhead stripped away for the price of the stone.

But she’s still here. Waiting in the wings to be greeted by Yelena and their little makeshift family. You share a look of understanding when your eyes meet over the blonde’s shoulder.

Others come, Banner refuses to leave her side. Despite the fact that Natasha doesn’t remember him.

Clint falls to the ground at her feet. Breaking down at the sight of his friend, his family alive and well. She doesn’t remember him either, but welcomes him into her arms somewhat awkwardly.

Her expressions flicker from happy to overwhelmed. Hesitant to open herself up to the possibility that she is wanted, needed and loved.

Too confusing for the girl who only remembers the red room. Adjusting to this life will take time.

Everyone begins clearing out, their jobs finished. Rushing home to reunite with their loved ones. Tomorrow will bring about new challenges. The world is in shambles, and so are you.

Steve decides that he should be the one to return the stones. His goodbye tells you that he has a bit more in mind. But this is his life. His choices, not yours.

“Well, I guess we should head out too.” You say after a while. Your car is gone, lost in the wreckage from the explosion.

The setting sun is eclipsed, causing all of you to turn your gaze upwards just in time to see the ship’s door open.

“Is that a raccoon?” Melina asks, pointing toward Rocket.

“Do you want a ride or not?” Rocket shoots back.

“Not the avenger’s super jet, but it will do huh?” Alexei smiles, this is his dream.

“This is better!” A man’s voice carries down from the interior.

“Well,” Yelena shrugs, “if you say so.” She leads the pack up the ramp and onto the ship.

“Fanny and the pigs will be expecting dinner soon.”

“How are they?” Melina asks, “have you been taking care of them.”

“That was me!” Alexei says proudly, bending at the waist to gather Natasha into his arms. “Aye honey,” he grunts, hoisting her up. “You are only little girl in my heart.”

Nat pushes against his chest in retaliation.

“Do you mind if I hitch a ride too?” Clint asks.

“The extra stop will cost you,” Nebula stares blankly at him from her seat.

“They always do.” He remarks, trotting up the ramp.

Bruce paces at the foot of the metal grate, watching the rest of you load up. “I gotta hang back, make sure Steve gets there in one piece.”

“After what happened with Scott the first time I’d say that’s probably the best bet.” You agree, standing near the entrance.

“Yeah,” he smiles, kindly. “Keep me posted on Nat, will ya?”

“I will,” you return the smile.

“I’ll see you around.”

You nod, “I’ll see you.”

The captain of the ship introduces himself as Star-lord, and after a moment without response, Quill.

“Any requests?” He asks, finger hovering over the control panel.

Alexei creeps over to the younger man, quietly relaying a message.

“Alright,” Quill nods. Stroking the keys until a familiar set of notes ring out.

“A long, long time ago-“ The singer croons.

You let out a chuckle.

“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.”

“We’re really doing this?” Yelena puts a hand to her head, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.” The melody carries on.

“It’s your song.” Natasha turns to her sister.

“I can't remember if I cried. When I read about his widowed bride.” Melina’s eyes are far away, carried back to their years in Ohio. Before the world had been so cruel.

“Something touched me deep inside, the day the music-“

“Died.” Yelena joins in, lulling her head to the side to gage your reaction.

You sigh, all of this beyond surreal. But you allow yourself to live in this moment, because you might not get another. “So bye, bye Miss American Pie…”

“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.” The roaring chorus of voices fills the silence you’ve grown used to. Fills the parts of you that were empty for so long. “And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye. Singin', “this’ll be the day that I die.”

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Yelena sings, her face alight with a childlike glee.

——————————————————————-

Melina, Natasha and Alexei stay with you for a while. A few weeks as Natasha heals and becomes acclimated to her life.

She claims to hate the attention, but deep down you know she’s full of it.

The Ohio house is bursting at the seams with five adults, nine pigs and one dog.

That isn’t enough to keep visitors at bay. Namely Clint, his wife Laura and their three children.

Things feel a bit off when everyone begins moving out. Alexei, Melina, and their pigs return to the farm outside of Saint Petersburg.

Natasha finds herself drawn to New York, with Bruce and the makeshift building he’s using as a lab.

You adjust to the steady thrum that is daily life, with Fanny and Yelena.

After dinner you load the dishwasher, drying your hands on the nearby tea towel before selecting a cycle.

“So how does it feel?” Yelena asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hmm?” You turn to face her.

“Being a hero.” She clarifies, a smile playing at her lips.

“I’m not-“

“Oh cut the crap, Y/N. You saved the world.” Yelena narrows her eyes at you.

“I did it for you.” You say simply, because it’s true.

Yelena closes the space between you, “why?”

“You know why.” You whisper as she cups your face in her hands, gently stroking her thumb over your cheek. “It’s ok if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“I’d do more for you, and worse.” She assures you. “But do you really want to spend the rest of your life fumbling around feelings in the dark when you could have someone who-“

“I want you. I only ever want you.” You beckon her closer. “Anyway I can have you, that will be enough for me.”

Sometimes wires get crossed and you want things you never have before. And she provides them before you have a chance to ask. You give back to her tenfold, so that neither glass is ever empty. That is love. True love, the only way you’ve ever known it.

“I am yours…in every way a person can belong to another.” Yelena breathes, “and then some.”

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The Day The Music Died

Summary:

“This’ll be the day that I die,” Yelena had sung those exact words in the car that day, and no lies were told.

Natasha never wanted to hear that song again.

Word Count: 3437

Also on Ao3 here

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Natasha stares at the bandages wrapped tightly around Clint’s left wrist, eyes locked in on the red spots where extra blood had been soaked up by the gauze. Clint’s tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, softly drumming along to the song playing from the radio as he maneuvers the car around a bend in the old back road.

“I can feel you staring.” He says, snapping Natasha out of her trance. Clint takes his eyes off the road for a second to catch her gaze. “Nat, I’m fine. I promise.” It’s not going to change what happened, but he still tries. These types of missions were always hard on Natasha, and it’d only been made that much worse when one of the target’s bodyguards had managed to catch Clint’s forearm with a knife, dangerously close to critical veins. There had been a lot of blood and although Nat was easily able to stitch his skin back together, the close call had scared her - even if she refused to admit it out loud.

“I know you’re fine, idiot. It’s impossible to get rid of you.” She snorts and sends him a small smile. The radio cuts into a commercial, advertising their station and morning talk show before launching into another song.

A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music

Used to make me smile

Natasha frowns at the song as an alarm bell begins to blare in the back of her head at the notes that drift out of the speakers. She furrows her eyebrows at it, a sinking feeling coming over her. Images from another time threaten to overtake her, and she’s too weak to stop them.

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

A blonde little girl, only five years old, prances around the front yard. She’s barefoot and wearing her pink sparkly sundress, hair pulled up into pigtails as she tries to catch a ladybug. Natasha watches from her perch among the tree branches. Mom Melina is kneeled on the ground as she works on the garden in front of the house, planting new flowers to replace the dead ones. She’s brought her portable stereo out, sitting it on the porch and playing at full volume. Natasha isn’t even aware of what song is playing until Yelena is running up to the porch, begging her to play it again. Mom Melina does. And then plays it again with an amused smile and quirked eyebrow when Yelena asks for a third time. Yelena cheers with joy as it starts again and rises to her tip toes as she begins to twirl and dance to the music.

Nobody knows what it is about the song that Yelena likes so much, but she loves it. She constantly asks for it, so much so that Melina loads it onto a cassette tape and keeps it in the car just for her. Natasha doesn’t quite understand what most of the lyrics are talking about, but she decides she doesn’t mind the song for Yelena. In a way, it fits- Yelena is the picture perfect little all american girl, apple pie personified.

Natasha’s frozen in her seat. She pleads with herself to move, to turn off the radio. She doesn’t want to hear this. She knows what verses are coming next, and her breathing catches in her throat as they start. These words hold no comfort for her anymore.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die

This’ll be the day that I die

Her sister’s high-pitched voice singing the words, a beat behind as she moves her hands cheerfully, lost in the rhythm of the song. She’s buzzing with excitement- ready for her promised big adventure, too young and oblivious to notice their parent’s anxiety or her sister’s internal crisis happening in the seat next to her. Natasha can’t look at her sister, she doesn’t want her to see the panic she knows is written over her face. Instead, she keeps her eyes locked out the window, trying desperately to commit everything to memory. The red, white, and blue lights that light up the night, the football game where a band plays and people cheer, the abundance of restaurants where families are sat enjoying dinner. The normalness of it all makes her angry - how can all these people be so casual when her world is falling apart at the seams? Yelena begins to sing the verse about dying, and it takes everything within Natasha to not snap at her. She can’t bear to listen to her little sister singing about dying, so blissfully unaware of the possibility of the verse becoming true at any moment now. Natasha should say something to her, tell her to stop, tell her what was happening. But the lure of pretending one last time is too great for her to give away. She doesn’t say anything.

Did you write the book of love

A photo album, thick with pictures of them all sit on the shelf. It’s Natasha’s favorite thing in the house, and she often sneaks out of bed to stare at the photos. Realistically, she knows they’re all fake. But if she tries hard enough, thinks long enough, she swears she can recall the events. Thanksgiving had been fun; the food had been the best she’d ever tasted. Their summer vacation had been at the beach, and she swears she can feel the sun warming her face and the sand between her toes.

And do you have faith in God above

If the bible tells you so?

She and Clint had gone to a church once, as part of an undercover mission. She’d ended up having to walk out in the middle of the service. It had been too much. She could never believe in it, even if she wanted to. No loving God would ever create the horrors she had seen before her 13th birthday or give her a family purely to steal it all away so violently.

Can music save your mortal soul

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Natasha’s feet hit the ground, still en pointe, as she lands the perfect Grand Jete. She tosses her arms out in the landing pose and holds it for a second before excited clapping breaks her concentration. Yelena sits there, smiling wide as possible, clad in her own black leotard and pink tights. She’s in the younger classes, not as advanced as Natasha yet, but it doesn’t stop her from trying. Yelena scrambles to her feet, crossing the floor to stand next to her sister.

“Teach me, teach me!”

It’s a complicated step, and Natasha knows she’s not ready for it just yet. She doesn’t want her to get hurt.

“I’ll teach you when you’re older, okay?” Yelena nods, and turns to the mirror, copying Natasha’s arm positions.

Natasha tries to force another breath into her lungs, but it’s harder now, her throat and chest constricted. She squeezes her eyes closed, trying to block out the flashbacks that continue to assault her.

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But that’s not how it used to be.

Fifteen years. It had been fifteen goddamn years since Natasha had seen her sister for the last time. She refuses to let herself think of what might have happened to her. It pains her to think of her baby sister, who had once been so full of life, in such a horrid place.

Natasha wraps her arms around herself, arms holding each other tightly. She digs her fingernails into her skin, attempting to give herself something else to focus on and ground her. It doesn’t work.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the Levee but the Levee was dry

Them good ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And signing this will be the day that I die

This’ll be the day that I die

Natasha doesn’t know how long they’ve been stuffed into this shipping container, crowded against a hundred other little girls. They’re all dirty, all starving, all terrified. The scent of sweat and urine threatens to suffocate them, the air hot and heavy.

She has tugged Yelena into her lap, arms protectively crossed over her torso to hold her close- hasn’t let go of her since the second they were put into here for fear of losing her amongst the other girls. She’s so tiny, and Natasha doesn’t trust any of the others.

Yelena stirs, a small whimper falling from her lips. Natasha tries to shush her gently, but it doesn’t work, and her sister keeps squirming. Her cries are starting to grow in volume, and one of the girls next to them sends them a dirty look.

“Yelena, Yelena. I’m here. You’re with me.” It’s the only words of comfort Natasha can offer her. She wishes she could tell her they were okay, that she was safe, that they were going to be fine. Instead, all she can do is assure her that her older sister had her. Yelena had stopped calling out for her mom a while ago, after her calls went unanswered and she finally realized no one was coming to rescue them. Natasha shifts them around, turning her back towards the others and away from prying eyes. Natasha turns Yelena on her lap, so that Yelena is facing her. “Yelena, look at me.”

Yelena shakes her head, so Natasha gently cups both sides of her face, titling her face up so that she has no choice. Yelena doesn’t resist, just locks her tear-filled eyes onto Natasha.

“I’m scared,” Yelena sobs through hitching breaths as her body trembles.

Natasha clutches her tighter and brings her closer, so close their noses are almost touching. “Don’t cry, Lena. Just sing with me.” Yelena frowns at her in confusion, and Natasha starts to sing under her breath, quietly, so that Yelena is forced to quite herself down and focus to hear the words.

She starts with the chorus, the part that Yelena knows and likes the best. “Bye, Bye, Miss American pie,” Natasha sings. The corner of Yelena’s lips quirks up in recognition. Nat pauses, prompting Yelena to sing the next line herself.

Her voice quivers, but she sings it anyways. “Drove my chevy to the levee…” Natasha nods in encouragement and joins her for the next verse. “But the levee was dry.” They sing the next few lines together. They near the last two lines of the chorus though, and this time, Natasha can’t allow her to sister to sing the last line. They hurt too much, they’re too real.

So she interrupts Yelena, skipping forward past the “Day that I die” line and jumping right into the next verse. Yelena doesn’t even question it, just follows her sister’s lead and allows herself to be completely absorbed in the whispered song.

Natasha sings almost the entire song to her sister, doing her best to remember as many lyrics as she could, and then starts over. She keeps singing, over and over again, until her voice starts to crack, and Yelena’s eyes are slipping closed in exhaustion.

“Tasha?” Clint calls, picking up the tension in his partner. She doesn’t respond, just stays frozen in her seat, locked in her own little world. “Hey,” He calls, a bit louder this time. He takes one hand off the wheel and places it on her shoulder gently. “Nat. What’s going on?” She’s shaking.

Instead of answering, Natasha claps her hands over her ears and leans forward, bending at the waist so she can rest her head atop her knees. She’s shaking her head, muttering something under her breath.

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

“Teach me, teach me!”

“…When you’re older.”

Natasha never got the chance to teach Yelena that ballet move. She wonders just how many other promises to her baby sister she’s broken.

“I’m going to pull over, Nat, okay?” A male’s voice comes from somewhere close by. His hand moves from her shoulder onto her back, to rub small circles on it.

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

She had never felt so stupid. Standing on that airway strip, holding a gun out in front of her, blocking Yelena. She had let her fall into the lie, childishly believe that maybe, just maybe Dad Alexei loved them like he said he did. As Alexei kneels before them, showing no sympathy to his daughters tears, she realizes that had never been the case.

The chorus starts again, and she feels bile rise in her stomach. “Bye Bye Miss American Pie” Natasha remembers how she had stolen that gun from a solider, shoved her sister behind her and threatened to kill numerous grown men for touching her. How desperately she had clung to Yelena when they’d been ripped apart. She hadn’t been ready to give up her sister, not ready to say goodbye to the American dream lie they had built side by side. “Drove my Chevy to the Levee but the levee was dry” The memory of Yelena’s face during those few days had haunted Natasha’s dreams for years. It had frightened her- even more so than the men with oversized guns. She had never seen her sister, who laughed at everything and loved the world with everything in her, look so despondent. She had tried telling her jokes to pry some kind of smile out of her. It didn't work. “This’ll be the day that I die” Yelena had sung those exact words in the car that day, and no lies were told. That day, when dad Alexei handed them back to Russians soldiers, they had both died. Died only to be remade and ruthlessly forged into something new, nothing more than weapons of mass destruction and trained killers.

There’s cussing to her left that pulls her back halfway to the present. She’s in a car, and she’s covered in vomit that runs down her front and onto her chest and lap. Clint has a hand on her, and he’s telling her just a second, Nat.

“Clint?” She asks, still slightly confused. She can still feel the weight of a smaller body on top of her, feel the soft blonde curls against her chin.

“I’m here, Tasha. Hold on.”

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time to start again

Countless little girls standing in a straight line, blank expressions, awaiting their next commands. They’re all mirrors of each other, no identity left for any of them to cling onto. Natasha scans over each girl, searching for the blonde waves she knows so well. She can’t find her.

The song drags on as Clint navigates the car off the road, coming to stop. He jumps out and jogs around, flinging Natasha's door open. She doesn’t move, so he reaches in and unbuckles her before slipping his hands into her armpits and pulling her out of the car. She tumbles to the ground, falling onto her knees.

And as I watched him on the stage

My hands clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in hell

Could break that Satan’s spell

Natasha catches Dreykov’s eyes on them, and she tightens her hold on Yelena’s hand. Her sister makes a small noise - she’s going to have bruises with how tight Nat is holding her- but doesn’t pull her hand away. Natasha curls her free hand into a tight fist, ready to swing if need be.

Dreykov says something to the men with guns next to him and points a finger at them. The soldiers start moving forward, and Natasha backtracks, tries to back up but Yelena stumbles at the sudden change in direction.

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

Natasha screams her sister's name, gripping onto her as tightly as she can. Soldiers have hands on them both, ripping them away from each other. Dreykov is standing several feet away, a tiny smile on his face. Yelena is shrieking, hands desperately trying to keep her grasp on Natasha with all the strength in her six-year-old frame.

They lose their grip on each other and are dragged apart. Yelena’s voice dies out as they carry away the only thing Natasha had left.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie -

“Turn it off!” Natasha pleads, before promptly vomiting even more onto the ground. Clint’s hands support her head, keeping her from falling. “Off, please. I can’t. Turn it--” Clint’s hands leave her for a second as he scrambles over her, reaching through the open passenger door and slamming the power button on the radio.

Natasha lets out a breath, thankful for the silence. With the song no longer playing, her head is beginning to clear, the painful images retreating somewhere she could lock them away again.

“All done?” Clint asks her. She spits out one last string of bile and nods her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as Clint helps her sit up and lean against his leg. He doesn’t rush her, just allows her to sit and try to regain control of her breathing as he combs his fingers through her hair.

When Natasha can finally think again, she frowns at herself in disgust. “Sorry,” She apologizes.

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” he tells her. Clint reaches over and opens the backdoor, grabbing his go bag and digging around until his fingers find one of his clean T-shirts. He yanks it out, closes the door. “Can I help you change, or do you want to do it yourself?”

He’s honestly not even sure if she could change herself right now, with how much she was still shaking, but he gives her the choice anyways. She shrugs her shoulders, her way of accepting help without actually having to accept. “Okay, arms up.” Natasha raises her arms, and Clint carefully tugs her shift off her by the collar, making sure the filthy outside never touched any of her skin. He crumples up the shirt into a ball and tucks it in a bag. He bunches up his shirt at the neck hole and slides it over her head before gently guiding her arms through. It takes a lot for his partner to get to this state, and his concern grows with every passing second that goes by and Natasha is still out of it. He fixes the shirt over her torso, making sure she’s completely covered and then sinks down to the ground, leaning his back against the wheel of the car. There’s a soft breeze in the air, the slight chill nipping at their skin a welcome distraction. “C’mere,” he says, and guides Natasha into his side. She tenses for a moment, but then lets her head drop onto his shoulder, allowing Clint to take her weight. He wraps an arm around her to hold her close.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha repeats, and this time Clint doesn’t say anything. He knows she’s not apologizing to him, but someone not in their presence. He doesn’t push it. She’ll tell him when she’s ready, on her own time. He has guesses though. Clint had an older brother, and he knows what a protective but burnt-out older sibling looks like. He’s seen the way her eyes linger on certain little girls in public before snapping back, caught the way she had once brushed her fingers over a fabric doll with pink hair on a store shelf, heard the way she is able to understand children’s speech without any effort. She’s never mentioned a younger sibling before, but sometimes in her sleep, she mumbles a girl’s name, her hands clenched in fists as if trying to hold on to her.

He presses a kiss to her temple, a silent promise. He won’t push her- He doesn’t need to know exactly what happened. He knows how to support her and how to take care of her when she needs it and for now, that’s enough.

Years later, Natasha will press her forehead to an adult Yelena’s, both panting from the fight, Yelena upside down and laying in the wreckage of the red room. Dreykov is finally dead, by Yelena’s hand. Yelena cracks a joke, and Natasha smiles. They’ll never again be those little girls they once were, but they’ve finally found each other.

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samantha-thewinchester · 3 years

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Prologue || Crimes of the Widows

|| 3rd Person ||

𝙾𝚑𝚒𝚘 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟻

A girl with red hear, dyed blue rides her bike down the street.

"Hey Nat!" A voice calls, Nat waving at them as she drives by them and the group of kids they were with, playing on a tire swing.

Nat continues to drive by, the sounds of the other children's laughter fading.

Nat pulls into a backyward where two kids, twins, are swinging on a playground together, laughing.

They hear their sister whistling their whistle, quickly whistling back before get off the swings, and walking a bit towards there sister.

Before they get too far, the middle child, Yelena, gets on their back and stands on their hands and legs, Natasha and youngest quickly moving to copy her.

"We're all upside!" Yelena points out, causing the youngest to let out a giggle.

"And I bet you're both going to fall down first!" Natasha challanges, all the sisters laughing.

"Nope! You will!" The youngest, Olesya assures her older sister, giggling.

"You can't hold it much longer..." Natasha points out, just as Olesya falls down to the ground. She quickly rolls over, laughing more when her sisters start to make faces at each other, making silly noises.

After a while, Yelena falls down too, Natasha quickly following her to the ground.

"Told you you'd both fall down first!" The two twins quickly chase after Natasha as she taunts them with her "I told you! I told you!"'s, all the girls laughing and having a great time.

But, suddenly the fun stops.

"Mommy!" Olesya yells as she runs over to a crying Yelena, hugging her twin. Natasha quickly looks back at them, worry in her eyes as she walks over to them. She attempts to comfort them both, Olesya looking like she could cry just because Yelena was hurt.

Their mom comes out, quickly crouching down by all the girls.

"What happened?" She asks Natasha, looking down at the crying girls. Yelena quickly leaves the others grips, grabbing onto her mother.

"She fell on her knee."

"Oh, you bump your knee?"

"Mmm-hmm." Yelena says, tears still falling down her face.

"Aww..." The mother says, leaning down. "Kiss it better. There we go." She says, quietly shushing her daughter and brushing away her tears as Natasha runs up to the playground and sits there quietly.

"Oh, come on, Little One. Get up. You're okay." The Mom says, taking both of Yelena's hands and helping her stand, just as Natasha moves over to the swing and start swinging.. "Come on. You're a brave girl. Your pain only makes you stronger. Right you?" The mother asks Natasha, who smiles from the swing set.

"Yeah."

Olesya finally stands up, wiping her own tears.

"You okay Lena?" She asks her twin, a worried look on her tiny face. Yelena nods.

"Pain only makes you stronger!" Yelena says, before looking behind Olesya. "Look! Forest stars!" She says, pointing towards fireflys and pulling her mother and twin to look at them.

"Yeah. You know what? Those are actually part of the Lampyridae family." Natasha gets off the swing and follows her family, the mother pulling them all close together. "And the glow, the glow that you see, that comes from a chemical reaction called... bioluminescence." The mother smiles at her littlest of children, Yelena and Olesya. "Come on, time for dinner."

The mother starts to walk up to the house again, the twins both holding her hand.

"Bio-goomin-feasants?" Yelena questions her mother.

"No. She said bio-boomy-incense!" Olesya corrects her sister.

"Both are right!" The mother tells the, even though she knows both are incorrect. They continue to walk up towards the house for dinner, even though Natasha is staying behind to just stare at the butterflies.

As soon as they reach the door, the mother calls after Natasha again.

"Dinner! Come on, dinner, big girl!"

The mother and the twins enter the house, Natasha following them in not long after.

"We want mac and cheese." Yelena and Olesya say at the same time, smiling at each other.

"Oh, you two want mac and cheese? Okay. Well, I want... caviar and champagne. Grab the napkins." Both of the twins do as they were told, quickly grabbing napkins for their mother.

"You take this and you take this." The mother says, passing a dish of corn to Yelena and a dish of green beans to Olesya. "Oh, would you grab ranch dressing for Dad?" She tells Natasha, her and the twins walking into the dinning room and putting the dishes on the table, along with the napkins.

"Green beans are my favorite vegetable." Yelena says, Olesya sneakily passing her one to eat quickly.

"Vegetables are disgusting!" Olesya tells her sister, making their mom laugh.

"Well, vegetables are good for you so you have to eat them." The mother says, just as a heavy thudding enters the house. "Dad's home!"

The Dad walks into the kitchen, where Natasha is.

"Hey Dad."

"Hey, baby." He says, rubbing her head before heading to get something from the refrigerator. Meanwhile, in the other room, the mother is passing out food to all of the kids, them starting to eat as soon as the food hit their plate.

When the dad walks in the room, he doesn't sit down at his seat at the table, he walks past it to look out the window.

"Everything okay?" The mom asks, the twins too oblivious and eating to notice the worried look on Natasha's face.

"How was everyone's day?" The father asks.

"Mommy taught me about lamp bugs!" Yelena says, smiling at her father.

"She taught us about lamp bugs!" Olesya corrects.

"Lamp bugs?" The father questions, chuckling a little.

"And I fell and hurt my knee, but it doesn't hurt anymore. And we saw fireflies in the backyard! That was my favorite part." Yelena finishes, not even realizing that the person she was telling the story to had left. Natasha just smiled at her sister who was telling the story. The mother stands up, both her and the father walking into the kitchen to have a private conversation.

"No." The mother says, the father just nodding.

"Yelena, we see fireflies every year." Natsha's voice can be heard from the background.

"How long do we have?" The mother asks the father.

"I don't know. Like, an hour, maybe?" The father replies.

"I don't wanna go." The mother tells him, him having put a hand on her cheek.

"Don't say that." Is all the father says to her, removing his hand from her cheek.

They walk back into the dinning room, taking their seats.

"Girls... you remember when I told you that one day we would have that big adventure?" The Father asks, Natasha lookings at him scared, both the twins just staring at him in excitement.

"Today's the day."

"Yay!" Both the twins shouted at the same time, Natasha and the mother sharing a sad glance.

"All right, let's go!" The father says, quickly standing up. Everyone else at the table stands up too, Yelena and Olesya following their father.

Natasha and the mother stay at the table.

"I'm sorry." Is all the mother can whisper out, before standing up and going to pack herself.

The father takes out a shotgun, a bunch of bullets falling to the floor, which the twins quickly move to pick up.

"Come on, we got to hurry!" The mother calls from the other room, as the father thanks the twins for picking up the bullets.

"I don't have my shoes." Osleya tells him.

"That's okay. You don't need your shoes."

"But we're still hungry!" Yelena adds on, the father quickly putting the bullets into the gun.

"Yeah? Guess what? I got Fruit Roll-Ups in the car." The father tells the twins, before rushing off to get a few other things, the twins following him.

The mother is in the kitchen, and she stands on a step stole to reach something above the cabnits, pulling down a little gun and stuffing it into her bag.

The father and the twins rush out to the car, the father throwing his bag into the truck bed and the twins getting into the backseat.

Natasha walks back inside from getting her shoes, trying to grab a scrap book.

"No, leave it, leave it, leave it. Go wait in the car." The mother all but yells at Natasha, Natasha placing the book back down and heading out to the car.

The mother pauses for a minute.

Natasha runs into the garage, quickly joining her sisters in the backseat of the truck, the father finishing packing up his bag just as the mom comes out.

"You have it?" The mother ask, the father taking out a disc.

"Yeah."

"It's the only copy?"

"It's the only one not on fire." The father tells her, before they both rush and get into the car, quickly backing out of the drive way.

The rush to drive away, trying not to be supicious. They drive by a bunch of kids playing, Yelena and Osleya smiling at them, everyone else in the car worried or scared.

"Where are we going?" Yelena asks Natasha, Osleya sitting in the middle and looking at Natasha too.

"Home." The mother says, looking at the twins through the rearview mirror.

"Mommy, you're silly!" Osleya says, laughing.

"We just left home!" Yelena finishes for her sister.

As they drive away, they hear sirens wailing in the distance, turning down the lane they just drove away from. They drive for a while, eventually getting on the highway.

"We want our song!" The twins say at the same time, hating the quiet of the car. The father pushes the disc in and "America Pie" starts playing. The girls start to sing along.

"Bye, bye, Miss America Pie, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry, Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, Singing "This'll be the day that I die"."

"Singing "This'll be the day that I die"!" The twins sing together, dancing along to the music they best they could with their seat belts on.

The song continues, the twins still singing along, all the way until they get to their destination.

The parents rush out the of the car, quickly getting the girls out too, with all their bags. Natasha sneaks to the front and quickly grabs a photo reel thing of all three of them, they'd taken days earlier, as the twins got out of the car behind her.

The father quickly moves the clear cover from the hanger, the mother falling behind as she ushers the girls towards it.

"Let's go. Come on, Nat. Hurry up. We gotta go." The mother says, causing the twins to start running towards the plane, panting on their way. Natasha slowly follows them, carrying some stuff in her arms, but dreading what is happening to their family. She just looks at the picture of her and her sisters with sorror.

"Come on. Honey, honey." The father says, rushing over towards Natasha. "Go with your mom, go with your mom."

"Okay."

"Nat, hurry up!" The mother calls after the eldest.

"I'm coming!" Nat yells, running as fast as she can to her family.

"Okay. Seat belts." The mother tells her children, helping the twins buckle into the plane. She moves to sit in the piolets seat, ready to take the plane off the ground. The mother makes sure to shut the door behind her, even though the father isn't in the plane yet. The mother turns on the plane.

"Why isn't Dad in the plane yet?!" Natasha asks, worry in her voice.

"He's coming. He's coming, baby. He's coming." The mother comforts, getting the plane ready to taxi.

The father runs back from where he was, knowing he needed to clear a large, heavy crate from the planes path. He simply picks up the end and throws it, the path now empty and ready for the plane to start taxing.

The father steps out in front of the plane and starts to direct the mother, bringing the plane forward and out of the hanger.

Not too long after, sirens can be heard coming torwards the family, the dad using his shotgun to shoot at them.

The plane starts taxing, the dad shoting a police car, before running after the plane. The police don't stop though, as they keep coming after the plane. The father runs as fast as he can away from the police cars, faster then any normal human.

The mother turns pushes a lever forward, the father being seen right next to the plane, running and shooting.

The car turns and starts to take another path, it hidding behind more old, run down hangers. The people in the car shoot at the father, the bullets missing him as he runs at his fast pace.

"Mom?" Natasha says, looking out the window at their father, causing her mother to turn and look too for a quick second. The father quickly jumps onto the planes wing, the car now quickly driving after the plane. The father turns himself around, onto his back, and starts to shoot at them again. Another car is driving right next to the plane, shooting at the passangers.

"No!" Natasha barley dodges a bullet which went through the planes window, before quickly moving to cover her two little sisters.

Not to long after, the mother gets shoot too.

"Mom!" Natasha screams, both of the little girls just sitting there in shock and fear. The plane suddenly turns, the mother no longer being able to fly/drive it.

"I need you up here." The mother tells Natasha, Natasha quickly moving to the front of the plane. The two twins in the backseat to grip onto their stuffed animals.

"Okay. Okay. I need you to pull right." The mother tells Natasha, Natasha doing as she was told and getting the plane back on course, the car still driving next to them, so the plane wing hits the cars roof.

"Mom, you've got blood on you." Natasha says, tears gathering in her eyes as she does what her mother told her to. The mother lets out a gasp.

"It's okay, baby."

The father continues to fight off the officers driving after them, kicking at the ones in the car right by the plane. Yelena and Osleya looks over and sees her father fighting against the person, having no idea what to do. A little blood splater is on their faces.

Natasha lets out a gasp when she sees more police officers coming at them, from the other side of the road. They were surrounded.

Natasha quickly directs the plane to the side, causing the car that was next to them to go flying as the father adjusted his grip on the wing of the plane. The father gets ready to aim at the new officers.

"Hit the accelerator there." The mother says, showing Natasha what to hit. Natasha again does as she's told, their father now taking shots at the officers ahead of them. The officers also fire at them, causing the girls in the back to hold their arms around their head for cover, Natasha ducking down in the front.

"Hold it steady, hold it steady." The mother commands Natasha, Natasha coming out from her cover and grabbing the yoke and keeping the plane from crashing. "You're gonna pull it back at 55 knots. Let's count together."

"45..."

"50..."

"55!" Natasha and her mother count together, the twins screaming slightly in the back.

The father continues to fire at the cars ahead of them, blowing out their tires and causing them to crash.

"Pull it back, you can do it!" The mother encourages Natasha. "Pull back. All your strength." Natasha grunts as she does so, the planes wheel hitting the crashed cars below them.

The plane is now flying through the air, everyone looking out to see the father still holding onto the wing of the plane.

They fly like that all the way to their destination: Cuba.

Natasha lands the plane, listening to everything her mother says to do so.

As soon as they get there, they find people waiting for them,

The father quickly opens the plane door and picks up the mother bridal style, putting her on a stretcher. The girls quickly run after them, running to their mothers side as she lays on a strecher, the mother grabbing all of her girls hands as she is carried away.

They walk with her and the soldiers that were carrying her, all the way until she is placed down so she can be examined.

"Get up, Mommy... Pain only makes you stronger, remember?" The young Yelena says, resting her head on her mom's chest as her twin sobs next to her. Natasha is sitting next to the group, crying herself.

The father doesn't go check on any of them, he walks towards a car that just pulled up, holding a duffle bag. A man gets out of the car and the father holds out his arms, him and the man who got out of the car hugging.

"The Red Guardian returns." The guy remarks.

"The Red Guardian returns triumphant." The father proudly tells him.

"Please, Please, I beg you. No more undercover work. I wanna get back in action. I want my suit back. I want to get back in it. General Dreykov, it's been over three years." The father tells the guy.

The camera moves back over to the four girls, the twins still sobbing and holding onto their mother.

"Forgive me, Mom." Natasha tells her in Russian, tears still falling down her face too. "I'm scared."

"Never let them take your heart." The mother tells Natasha in English, still comforting her youngest daughters. As soon as the mother says that, Natasha gets pushed away by one of the soldiers.

"Did you get it?" General Dreykov asks the father, the father just chuckling. The father removes the disc from earlier, from his jacket pocket.

"And the North Insititute?"

"Ashes." The Father replies to the General, not even bothering to look over at his daughters.

Natasha pulls the twins away from their mother, knowing the soldier wouldn't be so gentle. She holds onto them both, hugging them from behind as they watch their mother being taken away.

"It's gonna be okay." Natasha cries herself, but she knows she has to be strong for her sisters.

"How is Melina?" General Dreykov asks the father.

"She'll live. She's strong." The father tells him, just as the mother, Melina, is taken away and put into an army truck. Natasha lets go of her sisters, both of them walking forward to watch their mom be taken away.

"Mommy?" Osleya cries, sniffling.

"Daddy!" Yelena cries, turning and running towards her father.

"I'll handle this." The father tells General Dreykov, turning to handle the situation. But before Yelena can reach him, shouting for him the whole way, a soldier steps in and grabs her arm, pulling her back harshly.

Natasha grabs Osleya's hand and brings her forward.

"Yelena! Get away from her!" Natasha shouts, kicking away the soldiers hand and taking out his gun, holding it at anyone who comes close to them.

"Don't touch her! Don't touch either of them! I will shoot!" Natasha yells, shouting that last part in Russian. "Don't touch them!" She continues, aiming the gun at anyone who comes close to her little sisters.

"I will kill you all!" Natasha continues, the father finally coming towards them slowly. All soldiers around were holding a gun to the group of children.

"I will shoot! Don't touch them!" Natasha repeats in Russian.

"Honey... you're gonna need to hand me that gun..." The father says, holding his hands as a sign of peace.

"I don't want to go back there. I wanna stay in Ohio." Natasha sobs out, her sisters holding onto her as their life line. That father takes steps towards them, slowly inches towards them.

"You can't take them. You can't." Natasha continues, her voice breaking. "They're only six..."

"You were even younger..." The father says, finally taking the gun out of Natasha's hands.

"It's okay... come here..." The father says, the soldiers around them putting their guns down as all three girls walk towards their father.

Natasha is still holding onto the both of them as their father gets down on his knees.

"You're gonna be alright." He kisses his youngest daughter's heads. "Do you know why it's going to be alright? 'Cause my girls are the toughest girls in the world. You're going to take care of each other, okay? And everything, everything's going to be fine." The father finishes, none of the girls realizing the soldiers they come up behind them and put a needle into their neck, the sedative kicking in right away.

The soldiers pick all of the girls up and load them into a plane, the father picking up the twins stuffed animals that feel when they were sedated.

The father simply walks back to General Dreykov.

"That one, she has fire in her. What was her name?" The General asks.

"Natasha." The father says, both watching as they're taken away.

"Ah... Natasha."

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thestorybehindourmusic · 5 years

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American Pie

If you are a regular listener to my show you will know that for the last several weeks I have been concentrating on the music and artists of Woodstock; as the 50th anniversary of the festival is coming up this summer. I have been filling you in on some of the behind the music stories, both good and bad, of the acts at the show billed as 3 days of “Peace and Music”. However this week I’m going to take a break from Woodstock, because 4 years ago last week the manuscript of a true american musical icon was sold at auction for 1.2 million dollars. The manuscript was the lyrics in the original writing of Don McLean’s biggest hit. At 8 and ½ minutes long the song was considered an anthem and many radio stations would only play a shortened version of the song. I believe that most people are familiar that with the song that I’m referring to, American Pie. I think we have all heard his crazy and cryptic lyrics about “bye bye Ms. American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry”, and the repeated line about “the day the music died”, but what was his meanings?

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McLean said in a Christie’s catalogue ahead of the sale, “I thought it would be interesting as I reach age 70 to release this work product on the song American Pie so that anyone who might be interested will learn that this song was not” just a game to see who could remember all the lyrics. He said it was actually “an indescribable photograph of America that I tried to capture in words and music.”

That photograph was always a little bit blurry. At more than 800 words, the meaning of “American Pie” proved elusive except for maybe the part about when “the Music died”. That being when three up and coming musicians were killed in an airplane crash in 1959. Those 3 musicians were Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper. Holly was just 22 and Valens a mere 17.

What does it all mean? According to Mclean; the end of the American Dream.

“Basically in ‘American Pie,’ things are heading in the wrong direction,” he also told Christie’s, “It is becoming less idyllic. I don’t know whether you consider that wrong or right but it is a morality song in a sense.”

“I was around in 1970 and now I am around in 2015,” McLean said, to People Magazine. “There is no poetry and very little romance in anything anymore, so it is really like the last phase of ‘American Pie'. ”

Well, truth be told there was no romance in Mclean’s decision to sell the manuscript either, it was simply about the money. He told Rolling Stone Magazine “I’m going to be 70 this year, I have two children and a wife… I want to get the best deal that I can for them. It’s time.” (American pie)

Just as a side note in 2017, McLean's original recording was selected for preservation in the National Recording Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or artistically significant".

Here are the complete Lyrics, see what you think.

American Pie

Don McLean

A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died

SoBye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

We were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance' Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died

He was singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

And they were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

They were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Don McLeanAmerican Pie lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Spirit Music Group

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fcklifeex · 6 years

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Badlands - Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose - 02

Part One: Here

JON

While it wasn’t a big enough of a promotion to be on the main Vegas strip, our show was in the city next to it. After two days driving, Sami and I got there the day before. Even though the motels down here were dirt cheap, we still didn’t have enough to waste on a room so like usual, we’d crash in the car.

Cleaning off at a gas station shower, we changed and decided to hit up a concert at a nearby dive bar with a few of the other guys. The place was packed. Chicks dressed like sluts. Everyone was drunk. The music was loud and the only light came from the strobe lights on stage. It was exactly why I loved Vegas.

We pushed our way through the crowd to the bar in the back grabbing a round of beers while watching the band.

“How are you up against tomorrow?”

“Gage and Egotistico. Title match.” I yelled over the noise of the crowd.

“Three way? Sickk!” Sami yelled, downing his beer.

Two girls were dancing on the pole on top of the counter, dressed in fishnets and boots, headbanging along to the music. The song ended and the band screamed something to hype up the ground. We heard the girls cheer behind us with the rest of the bar. I looked up at them, barely getting a glimpse of their faces but one of them looked familiar. She laughed and lost her footing but rather than busting her ass, she almost gracefully fell into the arms of some guy.

Where the fuck did I know her from?

“Shit!” The blonde girl still dancing yelled. “You okay?”

The girl didn’t answer, opting to make out with the lucky bastard while he held her up against the bar.

“Jessie! More shots!” The brunette yelled and it hit me instantly.

That voice.

I focused my eyes, trying to see through the smoke and lights. Her green eyes opened and locked on mine, a smirk place on her lips as she caught the guys bottom lip between her teeth tugging it as he groaned.

It was her.

The girl from the bar.

No fucking way. She wasn’t getting away from me this time.

I grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt, throwing him to the ground off of her. I knew my boys would have my back so there was no need to pay him any mind. Instead, I placed my hands on the bar top on either side of her. Like a cornered animal, I had her.

“My name is Jon Moxley. Hi.” I said, closer to her face so she could hear me.

Unphased by the display, she rested her elbows against the bar, leaning back as she licked her lips.

“Hi Jon Moxley.” She replied, looking me up and down as hunger danced behind her eyes.

Unlike I’d imagined this going, she wasn’t a cornered animal, this is exactly where she wanted to be.

“You remember me? Last time we met – you told me if our destiny brought us together again – you’d tell me your name.”

She laughed as her eyes wandered over me. “You’re the wrestling kid with the fucked up back.”

“I ain’t no kid, babe. All man here.” I replied, running a hand over my chest. “Is that really how you remember me?”

With a nonchalant shrug, she took my beer from my hand, taking a long pull. “It was a sexy back if that makes you feel any better.”

“Kinda does.” I laughed, taking my beer back out of her hands. “I went back to the bar the next day – they said you’d be gone for weeks.”

“Nah” She shook her head. “I go where the wind blows me.”

“Oh yeah? The wind blew you to Vegas? Guess it really is destiny.” I laughed, placing a hand on her hip to pull her against me. “Now what’s your name?”

She looked down at our bodies, licking her bottom lip before returning her eyes to mine. “Name’s Levi.”

“Levi?”

“Yeah! Pops was a big fan of Don McLean.” She replied but continued when she saw the confusion in my face. “Y’know – the song that goes ‘Bye Bye Miss American Pie, took my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.’ I’m just lucky he didn’t go with Chevy.”

I laughed, finishing off my beer. “Gotcha – still weird as fuck but it fits you. When you write it down do people call you Levi like the jeans?”

“More often than I’d like to admit.” She laughed, grabbing two shot glasses from the bar and handing me one. “Cheers to destiny Jon Moxley.”

“Cheers to destiny, Levi.”

She clinked her glass against mine before downing another shot.

“You feel like getting outta here?”

“Fuck yeah -” I nodded.

“Here finish these.” She said as she handed me another shot glass.

We downed those and she reached back behind the bar, grabbing a couple of 20 dollar bills the bartender had left on the counter.

“Little something for the road.” She laughed, grabbing me by the hand, pulling me out towards the back hallway of the club, leaving through the back exit.

“I like the way you think.” I laughed, following her as she ran towards a black SUV.

She threw me a wink and we got in the car, peeling off the parking lot with the music blasting.

“The hell you doing all the way out here?” She asked, above the music, fixing her lipstick in the rearview mirror. “Last time I saw you I think I was in North Carolina? Something like that.”

I laughed, nodding my head to the music. “I got a show tomorrow. You’re going to come.”

“That so?” She asked, turning her head to face me.

Before I could reply, she turned the wheel sharply pulling into the parking lot of an liquor store.

“Come on, drinks on me.” She said, already getting out of the car to head inside.

I followed behind her and she grabbed my hand pulling me through the aisles, handing me two six packs of beer before grabbing a handful of nips.

Everything was moving so fast but I didn’t care. Something about her had me following everything she did. She seemed like she had a plan and I wasn’t going to question it. Instead, I watched as she wandered the rest of the store before we paid for everything with the stolen $60 and we were right back on the road jamming to whatever song was playing. She had me mesmerized.

“Where are we going?”

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My head pounded when tapping on a window woke me up. I groaned as I opened my eyes suddenly becoming aware of my surroundings.

I was in the car from last night. The seats in the back had been laid to make one big bed. I was in boxers.

God who was knocking? Why did my head hurt so bad? How fucked up did I get last night?

“What!” I yelled, rubbing my eyes only to open them and see a cop. “Shit.”

He looked stern and I opened the door.

“Rough night?” The man asked.

I nodded, opening my mouth to speak and noticing how dry it was.

“You been drinking and driving son?” He asked, motioning towards the bottles of liquor that littered the back.

“Uh,” I looked back and shook my head. “Not driving.” I offered.

“Fuckin’ kids.” He murmured under his breath and nodded his head, “Get on outta here. It’s a no park zone.”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded, shutting the door and looking for my pants only to remember that I wasn’t alone last night. That chick – Levi – where the hell was Levi? Wasn’t this her car?

I pulled on my jeans, throwing on my boots and t-shirt only wondering why everything felt so stiff.

I moved towards the glove box to find the registration. Marleen Davids. Who the fuck was Marleen Davids?

God, this car was fucking stolen wasn’t it?

The keys left on the dash just confirmed that the car wasn’t Levi’s but at least she’d left a note.

“Till the wind blows you my way again Jon Moxley. <3 L”

What the fuck did that mean?

Again I was left with millions of unanswered questions. What did we even do last night? Why was I practically naked? Did we fuck? I think i’d remember that much. How much shit would I get into for being in a stolen car?

Why couldn’t I wait until I saw her again?

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