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the shadow (miniseries - part one)

Post Endgame Avengers AU miniseries - part one

avenger!bucky x widow!reader avenger!yelena x widow!reader (platonic)

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Reader is an ex-black widow sniper who escaped the Red Room with the help of Yelena and Natasha. After working as an illegal hired gun, Yelena recruits the reader to the team as a sniper. The reader is closed off, not wanting to form connections or friends with anyone. Though, as their shell begins to crack, they notice they have a lot in common with a certain Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: violence, death, wound descriptions, lots of blood and gore, mention of weapons, swearing, low self-esteem reader, mentions of past non-con, lots of angst. lmk if anything needs to be added.

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: hi! this is a pretty angsty/gorey fic I've had in my brain for awhile now. i don't know if many people will vibe with this, so might just be written for my weird interests lol. i think this will be two, maybe three parts? I just wanted something a bit more intense to work on alongside face the music (which is a more wholesome college au multi chapter fic). I'm very interested in exploring the 'what if' side of what happens to all the widows once they escape. I am also a sucker for feminist readings/feminine rage so this is a fun outlet. I have some plans for more ex-widow content (maybe longer series) but i wanted to get this mini-series up as a sort of taster! there isn't a heap of bucky barnes content in this part, but oh boy, there is some coming in the next part!! not proof read - pls forgive any typos.

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Many unexpected things had happened during your life, even before you were old enough to understand how unexpected they were.

Firstly, you had been torn from your birth family at a young age. You never knew if your family had willingly given you up. You had heard tales of starving mothers, selling their children in order to survive. Other tales said that the mothers refused to sell their children. Though, a mothers love was not enough to sustain through the Russian winters. Those mothers died for the love of their children, but regardless their children were still taken by the Red Room.

Others whispered that the women of the Red Room were specifically chosen for their genetics, hunted down and stolen. There was no regard for a mothers love, only the possibility of another weapon to create.

Deep down you could hope that your mother had loved you.

You would never know.

The second unexpected thing to happen in your life was when you escaped. Much like the other Widows, you had spent most of your life under the control of men. You had been a weapon, faceless, deadly. You had survived the training that many didn’t and that was the only thing that made you of value. The discovery of a life beyond the Red Room? A life beyond what you had been crafted for? Freedom was more frightening than any mission or task you had undertaken.

With the Red Room gone, thanks to Yelena Belova and Natalia Alianovna? You were purposeless. You were a small ship, lost at sea. You were a small ball of rock, hurtling through space, burning up and dying out. There was no reason for you to exist, there was no life for you. You were a killer, a monster. Why did you deserve peace? How could you ever find peace with all the blood on your hands? You were raised to be a killer, and a killer you were.

In the Red Room you were The Shadow. A faceless sniper, one of the best in the world. You did your job, and you did it well. Even after you were freed, you continued to work as a sniper to find some meaning. You were good at disconnecting from your emotions. Taking the shot wasn’t one to sweat, you floated above your body and pulled that fucking trigger.

The people who hired you didn't know your name. They didn’t see your face. You were a weapon and you would kill without question. A father, a mother, a child? It didn’t make a difference to you. It was just another target. Even if you were free from Dreykov, you were still the weapon he had built you to be. As much as you tried, as much as you fought, screamed and cried. You were a Widow, a faceless killer, a nobody, a Shadow.

The third unexpected thing to happen in your life was Yelena Belova. She was a force, hurtling into your life. You had never expected it. You thought once she freed all the Widow's it would be over. She wouldn’t need to associate with her fellow Widows anymore. She was a hero, she made it big. She would become an Avenger like Natalia. Start over, fresh face, new name. Natalia, Natasha. She had been a hero, she had freed all of the Widows. You? You were a gun for hire, bottom of the barrel scum.

Yet, there Yelena had stood, reaching out to pull you from the snake pit.

You had been hired for an inside job, some drug deal with the potential to go very wrong. You were to keep watch, blow out the brains of their competitor if necessary. You didn’t think into the ethics, you just shot who you were told to shoot. You should’ve known Yelena would keep tabs on you, you should’ve known that day would come. Even if you were nameless and faceless, you were still a weapon. The world doesn’t just lose weapons, no, they either used them or prayed for their untimely death.

The deal went messy, as anticipated. You went to shoot but a foot was on your rifle making you pause.

“You’re getting sloppy, Shadow.” The blonde had tutted at you. “I have been standing here, for what? Two minutes? You didn’t even see me.”

You didn’t know why her speaking Russian shocked you so much. You had spent so many years dealing with Americans and Europeans that you had slipped into the comfort of English too easily. You had just assumed that the world of superheroes had Americanised Yelena, like they had Natasha. But there she was, Yelena fucking Belova in the flesh. Your third unexpected thing.

“Come to tell me off for being a bad girl, Belova?” You teased, hand subtly finding the knife at your thigh out of instinct. You doubted Yelena had come here to kill you, you had heard through the grapevine about her little mission. She had spent two years freeing Widows across the globe. Though, you couldn’t help but notice that Yelena was armed to the teeth. Knives and guns tucked into hidden pockets through her black suit. You had heard she had become an Avenger - well atleast what was left of the team. Stepping into Natasha's role, she wanted to do good so bad. You could never be that, a hero. You weren’t meant to be anything other than another man’s blade or bullet.

After Steve Rogers death, the Avengers had spiraled for a time. Eventually, Sam Wilson had taken up the mantle. A few had followed, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, his protégé Kate Bishop as well as Yelena. You didn’t even know if they called themselves ‘The Avengers’ anymore, only that they acted like them. Seemed they were running off the left-overs of Stark’s money as well as government funding. You had heard rumors about Scott Lang or even Steven Strange still floating around. After Wanda Maximoff had gone near-insane, the world had turned a cruel eye on their heroes. Even if they had been the only ones to save them from The Blip. People - your people - they didn’t want to be classed as heroes anymore, but somehow they were still committed to ‘doing good’.

“I could tell you off,” Yelena drawled, eyes following your every move. You were on your knees now, slowly rising from the lying position you had held. If Yelena was a predator, you were certainly her prey. Unfortunately for her, you were also a predator when cornered. Outside, you could hear gunshots overlapping each other, shouting and grunting. It hurt that it annoyed you, that Yelena would be inadvertently ruining your reputation. You always made the shot, always. Except this time. You supposed being held up by Yelena fucking Belova was a better excuse than missing your shot. No, now that would be embarrassing and reputation destroying. The Shadow missing a shot? Unheard of.

“I want to offer you a job. Could be a one time thing, could be more. Pays better than whatever this is, and is certainly more legal than whatever this is.” Yelena continues her spiel. She had palmed a knife, waving it as she spoke for extra effect. It was a hunting knife, sharpened to perfection. You didn’t like to imagine how the serrated edge would feel cutting into your flesh.

“Your jobs barely qualify as legal,” You snip back, carefully eyeing her movements. Was she signaling someone through the window? The glare of the sun against the blade would surely be visible outside. There could be an entire team outside waiting to take you down. Yelena could just be the distraction. Your hand tightens around the handle of your own knife, ready to pull it from its holster at the slightest indication of an ambush.

“Everything is legal if you work for the right people,” Yelena cuts back, tilting her head as she observes you. Time was ticking, you knew this could go one of two ways. You really hoped it wouldn’t end with one of you bleeding out on the floor. You had respect for Yelena, for what she and Natasha had done.

“What if I say no?” You ask, russian muffled through your mask. You always wore them on jobs, always. You were a faceless weapon, mixing your identity in would not help you shoot better. Yelena smirks at you, finger running down the blade of her knife. She looked so casual, leaning against the window sill without a care in the world. She was definitely better armed than you. Your ears strain, trying to hear if someone is climbing the stairs of the building. All you can hear is the scuffle of the deal downstairs in the alley.

“The government is interested in you. They don’t have a name yet, just… a shadow of a person to look for. Ex-Widow, a hired gun. I can make it go away. I know powerful people.” You could see her teeth through her smirk as she spoke. It was a thinly veiled threat. Pull your shit together, you’ve drawn too much attention to yourself. No, this was the difference between you and Yelena. She had cared, she had become the hero she had needed. You had stayed the same monster, spiraled further into your own hatred and disgust. You had become the person people needed saving from. Yelena cared so much about every Widow that the idea of one slipping through the cracks? It would haunt her. She was warning you, giving you a way out. She wanted to help you.

The shouting and gunshots outside had died down, now only the sound of several sirens approaching. Time was still ticking and you were running out.

“Make your choice quickly, Shadow. Make it wisely though, I really don’t want to kill you.” Yelena purred. You eyed her for a long moment, carefully getting to your feet. Despite her cold exterior, the way she tried to be intimidating… You could see the pleading in her eyes. She wanted you to come with her, she wanted to help you. But you couldn’t help but wonder if you deserved saving?

So many years, so many dead bodies. The only thing that kept you going was your strength, your reluctance to die. But after so many years of running, so many years of being alone… was there a reason to keep fighting? That sickness, it clawed away in your brain. You didn’t deserve saving.

The sirens drew nearer. Reluctantly, you spoke. Even if that sickness was strong, your stubbornness and desire to breathe was stronger. You would live out of spite. You would live just to spit in the faces of those who wanted you dead. If you were going to die, it would be on your own terms.

“Who am I shooting?” You ask, reaching out your gloved hand for Yelena to shake. Yelena must feel some kind of relief, you see her shoulders droop every-so-slightly as she shakes your hand.

“That list seems to be endless these days.” She replies with a grin.

—

The small rural town was desolate. A ghost town, Yelena had said. A ghost town that had become infested with vermin.

Remnants of society still remained. You could imagine the ghosts of people passing by as you navigated through the landscape. A cracked concrete road, overgrown with weeds. The apartment buildings with their windows smashed out, graffiti scrawled across crumbling stone. Billboards years out of date, forgotten band-posters peeling off walls and lampposts. You couldn’t say who once lived here - but whoever they were, they were most certainly gone or dead.

You were positioned on the second-floor of a disintegrating school house. The building itself was several stories higher but you had taken one look at the unstable staircase and thought better of it. Ripped, stained curtains blew lightly in the wind, at the front of the room a cracked blackboard still had the date July 17th, 1994 scrawled across it.

You were in your usual working gear. Your suit was tight and flexible for ease of movement, adorned with pads on the knees, elbows and shoulders. Your hands were clothed with fingerless gloves and most importantly you wore your mask. A belt holds a handgun, lower down some straps across your thighs hold knives and pockets for convenience. They were for if things got messy, your real weapon was tossed over your back - a duffle bag with your sniper rifle inside.

Broken glass crunched under your combat boots as you cautiously approached the window. The building you had chosen was strategic. Across from you was an old office building, just as run down as the one you stood in. Unlike the school house, the old office housed a group of criminals.

Sam Wilson had insisted that he didn’t want to kill them, that he just wanted to talk to them. He wanted to talk them down and tell them to surrender peacefully. If things turned messy, he would give you the signal and you would shoot. The two groups would be standing in the concrete courtyard between the two buildings. At the slightest chance of danger, the slightest chance they weren’t ready to surrender? You would pull the trigger and pop their leader's skull open.

Sam Wilson and his crew hadn’t been happy to see you when Yelena had brought you to the aircraft for transport. He had taken one look at you, masked, all in black and imploded.

“Yelena, who the hell is this?” Sam had snapped. Yelena had just laughed at him, motioning for you to sit and buckle in next to her on the aircraft.

“You told me to get a sniper!”

It seemed when Sam Wilson had asked for a sniper, he hadn’t asked for you. Ex-widow, criminal, The Shadow. When Yelena had introduced you with your alias, Kate Bishop had gaped at you. Bucky Barnes was tense, you would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t recognised your name. Clint Barton seemed neutral, you supposed he was used to dealing with deadly women.

You found it ironic how upset Sam Wilson was. He had helped Steve Rogers save Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier. You supposed the difference was that Barnes had tried to change when he was freed. Despite the mind control, the torture… he wanted to do good. You were just damaged beyond repair. Sitting there, with those heroes? It made you feel sick. Playing dress up, that’s all it was.

You had over 700 confirmed kills with your rifle, even more kills if you counted other weapons at your disposal. You were an assassin, a hitwoman, a fucking menace. Bucky Barnes would have more total kills than you, but he had stopped killing. He had felt remorse. You had kept killing, kept digging that hole because it was all you knew how to do. He had been a normal boy before the war. You were a killing machine, a girl robbed of a childhood. If you hadn’t been freed, would have even known about the childhood you had missed? You didn’t remember your mother, nor if you had any siblings. All you had known was cruelty.

Brushing some of the broken glass away with your foot, you began setting up your rifle. Through the ear-piece you could hear the chatter of the rest of the team as they headed to their spot. You had gone ahead to set up, they were about 20 minutes away from the school house. Gun at the ready, you lay down on your stomach, eye to the scope.

“In position, over.” You mutter into the ear piece.

“Copy that, over.” Sam Wilson replied quickly.

You settled into your spot, watching the building ahead. You were a good sniper not only because of your ability to disconnect, but also because of your levels of patience. You had spent days in this exact position, waiting, sweating for your chance at a target.

By the time the others were in position, you had counted every window in the building across from you. 25 per story, making it 125 all together for all 5 stories. There was movement on the bottom floor and the second. You assumed they didn’t go any higher due to the same reason as you - a crumbling staircase. Each window had blue curtains - different to the beige ones in your room. Nearly all the windows were smashed, except for on the top story that seemed to remain relatively untouched.

Through the ear-piece you could hear what Sam was saying. Both groups stood in the center of the courtyard, hands on their undrawn weapons. The new generation of Avengers were outnumbered 5 to 1. The tenison was clear, even as Sam tried joking around with the opposing leader. Everything was going smoothly, exactly as planned. That was, until you saw a glint in one of the third story windows.

You thought you imagined it at first - a trick of the eye. But then you saw it again, and then a third time. There was another sniper, trained directly on Sam Wilson. You didn’t feel stressed by this, it was just another complication in a high-tension mission. It made sense, you had anticipated that maybe your targets would be smart enough to bring a sniper to this ‘talk’. The other sniper was up slightly higher than you - you wouldn’t be able to get a good hit on him unless you went up another couple stories.

“There’s a sniper, third story. Sixth window to the left.” You breathed into the comms, fully knowing the rest of the team wouldn’t be able to verbally respond. If the opposing side got any indication that you were up there? Game over. They would signal their sniper to take the shot on Sam. It would take hours to pick bits of his skull out of their clothes and hair.

“I need to change positions to get a better look, keep him talking.” You continue. Slowly, you roll away from the window and drag your gun with you. You needed to keep to the shadows, become a shadow literally. If the sniper spotted you it would be over.

With a quiet grunt, you pull the gun from the room. Pressing your back against the hallway wall, you quickly rise to your feet and head towards the staircase with a huff. Sam was still rambling on about peaceful surrender over the comms ear-piece, stalling until you could get a better look at the sniper.

The stairs wobbled and shook as you moved up them quickly and quietly as possible. You could hear chunks of wood and stone crumbling from beneath and falling with each step you took. Opting for the 4th story, you quickly set up in position by a new window. Same torn, beige curtains and shattered glass across the floor.

From this position you had a better look into the third story windows. Looking down, you could see the outline of a body laid flat with the rifle, much like your own position. Due to the broken windows and ripped curtains, you had a fairly clear shot at the figures head as they trained all their focus on what was happening below.

“I’m going to shoot the sniper first, he has a shot on you Wilson. I’ll still have a clear shot on the target, just might take a moment.” You explain. They don’t reply, as expected. The situation below seems to be growing tense, you can hear the tone of the target's voice growing more aggressive by the second. Lining up your shot on the sniper, you hold your breath. Sam says the signal word.

You pull the trigger.

As the shot rings out, the men below scatter. You can hear the rest of the team screaming at you through your ear-piece. It all gets jumbled up, just white noise in your brain as you line up your next shot. This was why you usually worked alone. You didn’t crack under pressure in a situation like this, but having screaming ringing in your ear was bringing you damn near to it. You can’t be bothered listening to what they are yelling about. You didn’t need them telling you that your target was seconds away from escaping your bullet. Didn’t they know you never missed?

The target was a few feet away from the safety of the building. Chunks of flesh, skull and brains explode across the cracked concrete as you pull the trigger once more. Through the scope, you watch the body slump to the ground, a pool of blood quickly spreading around the corpse.

“Holy shit!” You hear Kate yell through the ear-piece. You don’t know if she’s complementing your shot or reacting to the spray of blood up the side of the opposite building. The last of the men who scattered stepped over the body, disappearing into the office building.

“There's another headed for the sniper rifle, Shadow!” Yelena shouts at you through comms. Her and Clint have breached the office, you can see the shape of them fighting through the broken windows.

“Got it,” You mutter back. You cast a glance at where Sam and Bucky were fighting out in the open. Bucky seems swarmed, trying to shake a man who has wrapped his arms around his throat. You make a silent note of it, casting your scope back to the third story window. The figure that rushes to replace the dead man is quickly taken out by your rifle. He doesn't even get a chance to touch the rifle before his blood paints the wall behind him.

No one else makes a dash for the sniper rifle. You turn your gaze back to the courtyard, noticing that Bucky is still swarmed by several men. Sam has been pulled too far away from him to help. You can’t see Kate anymore, but from the yelling coming through the comms she is inside the office with Clint and Yelena.

One of the opposers has picked up a hand-gun and is pointing it squarely at Bucky’s chest as he struggles to get out of the grip of the other men holding him down. Sam barrels towards them, but you know he won’t make it in time. You huff out a sigh, lining up the dangerous shot. You knew if this bullet was at the slight wrong angle it could ricochet directly into Bucky’s chest.

Is this why Yelena hired you? Because you would make dangerous shots without permission, without regard for human life? Bucky was a super soldier, he could probably survive several gunshot wounds (provided they weren’t directly to the head). Maybe if you cared you would’ve been nervous. Maybe you would’ve hesitated, let your hands shake and sweat. But you don’t care. You disconnect from everything, the shouting through the comms, the sounds of gunshots, the feeling of metal against your skin. You’re not in your body, you are floating above yourself watching the auto-pilot take over.

You squeeze the trigger. The hand-gun clatters to the ground alongside the attacker. Blood is slick against the paved stones. Through your scope, you swear it has splattered across Bucky’s gruff face. The men attacking Bucky stutter for a moment, giving him the opportunity to shake them off and pummel them with his metal fist.

He doesn’t even acknowledge what you did.

He doesn’t even say thank you.

—

One job turned into two. Then two turned into a few more.

Six months you had been working with Yelena and her crew of disgraced Avengers. You weren't their friends. You didn’t celebrate after missions with them. You kept to yourself, cold and distant. They didn’t know your real name, they hadn’t even seen your face. Yelena would give you a call, pick you up, you would complete the mission, then you would return home.

You were The Shadow.

You weren’t a hero.

Kate and Yelena tried to crack your shell. It usually involved joking and parading around you. All it would earn them was a roll of the eyes and a quiet sigh. Over the comms though, sometimes you would make quiet digs and quips. Clint would roar with laughter, Sam just muttering that he was surprised you had a personality under that mask.

The mask. Oh, they hated it.

They were all determined to see beneath it. They made up jokes, stories as to why you wore it. That you were hideously ugly, or scarred beyond human recognition. Bucky seemed to be the only one who understood. He was the only one who was equally as cold to you as you were to him. Your exchanges were brief, usually a series of single words and grunts. It was a relief having someone not trying for your affection at all times.

Once again, you and your deadly skills were needed for a mission. Another one of Sam’s ‘discussions’ which usually ended with brains splattered across the floor. This time you were in a lightly forested clearing, somewhere in the Estonian wilderness. You were set up in the tree line, laying in a mixture of mud and dead leaves.

The countryside was peaceful, but gray. Winter was setting in, leaves falling from the birch trees. Their pale trunks were pale against the gray sky that threatened to spill. The breeze was cool, not as cold as Russia had been. No, a Russian winter could be deadly especially the further north you got. You remembered the snow, the discomfort of the cold leaking into your bones. You hadn’t been allowed to complain then, only soldier on.

“You in position, Shadow?” Yelena asked through the comms. You could see her lips moving through the scope as the group headed towards the designated meeting point.

“Affirmative. Over.” You state, pushing the ear-piece in a bit further as you settle closer to the cold earth. Relaxing your shoulders with a sharp breath, you surveyed the area through your scope.

A small group of men had come to meet the team. There were less men than you had anticipated, if a fight ensued it would be one on one. You didn’t like the opponents odds, they looked scruffy, only armed with low-caliber weapons. Definitely not the type to take on a group of superheroes and super soldiers.

You felt dread sink into your stomach. Something… felt wrong here. Your target reportedly had tons of men at his disposal. It was deep into the Italian mafia, and if they had anything, it was an abundance of men. Where were they all? Was this an ambush? Were they hidden in the brush like you? You could take down a few targets, but you would be more successful with your knives and fists against a small army. Your mind races, along with your gaze as you try to piece it all together.

“There is something wrong.” You speak into the comms, eyes flickering between Sam and the target as they stood in front of each other. You had done plenty of jobs with the group, all had gone smoothly. But something… something was terribly off here. You could feel it in your gut. The targets men looked antsy, shifting in place. They knew something. They were anticipating something.

“There’s not enough men. I can’t spot them anywhere in the treelines. Either he’s stupid or this is a set-up.” You ramble into the ear-piece. They can’t respond to you, but you can tell they’re paying attention to your warning. Yelena’s eyes sweep the area, trying to spot more men hidden away somewhere.

Then, from behind you, you hear the snap of a twig. You spin around, hand flying to your knife. Across from you stand a group of men, armed with shotguns. They’re close, closer than you had realized. You had been too busy trying to figure out where all the men were, trying to anticipate the ambush. You hadn’t realized their ambush was against you.

This was why you didn’t make friends. Connections. You were too busy worrying about them to realize the immediate danger you were in. The butt of a shotgun cracks against the side of your head.

Everything goes black.

—

The mud was cold underneath you, biting into your skin. Your hands were tied, and throughout the intermittent black-outs you recalled being dragged through the dead leaves. You must have been stripped of your weapons, you couldn’t feel the metal of your knives and gun digging in anymore.

You were bleeding from a head wound, and you were definitely suffering from some kind of concussion. You had touched that throbbing spot with your fingers, rubbing the slick feeling of blood between them. Even through the fabric of your mask, you could feel the sticky blood had spread down the side of your face and neck. A gun was pressed to the back of your skull.

How many men had there been? Had you had a chance to count before you were struck? Had you managed to warn the others before the ear-piece was shattered by the strike? You could still feel bits of plastic and metal digging into your ear along with a high-pitched ringing. You weren’t sure if the ringing was from the ear-piece or from the hit you had received.

“You really thought I would stand in the open like this? Like a fool?” Your target joked, his Italian accent thick as he laughed heartily. You were kneeling next to him, eyes warily looking between him and the rest of your group who stood across from you. Sam and Bucky looked less than pleased, lips pressed together in tight lines.

“Rumors have been all through the underground, The Avengers somehow managed to recruit The Shadow?” He continues, still laughing. “Only an idiot would put himself in the open. Taking a chance with The Shadow is asking to have your skull blown open. I am no fool, but maybe you are? Thinking that I would fall for your trick?”

You can see Yelena trying to keep her cold face on, the one she had given you when she recruited you. It may have fooled the opposition, but you could see the concern in her eyes. She surveyed the mountain of men behind you like she was looking at her next meal. The barrel of the gun pressed harder against the back of your skull.

“We didn’t come here to kill you, we came here to negotiate your peaceful surrender.” Sam spoke up, voice gruff and cold. Behind him, you watched Clint’s fingers ghost over the string of his bow.

“Surrender? Why do you bring a sniper to a peaceful negotiation?” The Italian purred, motioning at you with one hand. His fingers were lined with gold rings, they caught the sunlight through the clouds. He had a gun tucked into his belt, a knife holstered on his hip.

“You know why. Things get messy. Now, we can still negotiate. You let her go and you hand over your weapons. You will be arrested unharmed, along with all of your men. You’ll face a fair trial for your crimes, a chance at a fresh start.” Sam explained. You could practically hear the target losing interest during Sam’s spiel. You watched him fidget impatiently with those golden rings, the way his men shifted uncomfortably behind you.

“No no.” Your target chuckled, running his fingers over his bushy black mustache. With the swish of his hand, he dismissed the man holding the gun to your head. His hands then found the back of your neck, tugging you to your feet. Fingers under your chin, he forces you to look into his eyes. “Why would I let her go? I didn’t come here to play games with you, Wilson. I came here because I wanted her. Because I knew she would be here.”

You resisted a flinch as his fingers dug into the skin of your neck, slipping it under the fabric of your mask. With one tug, he pulled the fabric from your face. This had not been the way you had expected this to happen, the way you would reveal your face to the team. You didn’t want them to feel some kind of connection to you, or any kind of guilt if this ended with a bullet in your skull.

If you had been able to look, you would’ve seen their shocked faces. How they quickly turned to rage on your behalf. You would’ve seen how Bucky’s eyes darted between looking at you and the ground, like he was witnessing something forbidden.

You imagined you were a sight, blood smeared across your skin from the head wound. Your hair had been perfectly woven into a crown braid, just like how they taught you in the Red Room. It would be lopsided now, chunks pulled out of place and flyaways from being roughly tugged across the ground. That and the layers of mud caked into your clothing.

“You know, Dreykov would sometimes leant out Widows to important men like me. You were all so beautiful and you all did exactly what you were told. Made to deliver pleasure. So many men, they would ask for you. To get a glimpse at the mysterious Shadow of the Red Room. Dreykov would never let us have you…

We would wonder if it was because you were hideously ugly? If you had been scarred like his dear Antonia? But looking at you now, you are as beautiful as I imagined. I can’t help but wonder if Dreykov wanted to keep you for himself? He always said you had too much bite for your worth.”

Gaze still cast at the Italian, you don’t see the team's reaction to this. You wouldn't have seen Yelena's composure slip, how Sam clenched his fist in rage. Instead you stared, silent fury boiling beneath your skin.

“I wonder how it will feel to break you?” The target hissed. He watched as your blank expression slowly turned into a sneer. Without much thought, you spit a mixture of saliva and blood into his face with a ragged laugh.

His face contorted in rage, reaching for the gun in his belt. You don’t dodge, willingly letting him strike you across the face with the metal. You stumble backwards, falling to your knees in the mud. Your lip is definitely split, blood dripping to the ground below you. You’re still laughing though, much to the collective horror of everyone. Sam opens his mouth to speak, to demand your release but you cut him off.

“You men, you are so emotional. You’re so busy pulling out your cock to piss all over everything that you don’t see the small details.” You seeth at the target. He stares at you in shock, completely oblivious to what you have done. What you are about to do. His men, even your group don’t anticipate what is to come next.

“What are the smaller details?” The target asks, you can sense misguided amusement in his tone.

You don’t reply. He doesn’t have a chance against you. You had already slipped out of your binds. He was so caught up trying to strike you, trying to prove himself a big and scary man, he hadn’t felt it. Your nimble fingers had wrapped around the knife on his hip, he hadn’t noticed how you had ripped it from its holster as you fell backwards.

The Italian doesn’t get a chance to take another breath before you snap forwards, striking like a snake. You dig the blade into his thigh, purposefully nicking his artery. Blood gushes from the wound the moment you pull the blade back out.

Things seem to move in slow motion - you see him react - eyes opening in horror and shock as he stumbles back. You are still on your knees, a feral smirk across your face. His gun lifts, intending to shoot but he is too late. Wrapping your hands around his wrists, you pull the gun to the side just as he pulls the trigger.

The bang deafens you for a moment, ears ringing. The bullet grazes your ear, then lands directly into the stomach of one of his men behind you. The man wails, falling backwards, knocking a few more of the men off their feet in the process. You move quickly, using your body weight to twist the target's arms, flipping him onto his side into the mud.

The gun falls to the earth with a thud. Your target doesn’t even get a glance at it before you’ve kicked it away in Sam’s direction. The Italian man groans on his back as he bleeds out. You get to your feet, ignoring the panicked shouts from his men beside you as you observe him.

“You’re bleeding out from your femoral artery.” You explain to him roughly, tilting your head. His hair is thick, black and greasy. A sheen of sweat has come over his pale skin, eyes glazed over.

“On average it takes two to five minutes to bleed to death from that artery. That’s if you don’t fall unconscious first. Let’s count, shall we? You spent…around thirty seconds swinging that gun around…another thirty listening to me talk…” You drawl.

Stepping closer, you crouch next to his shivering body. He is trying to stop the bleeding, pressing shaking hands to the open wound. Blood has already begun to pool around him, ruby red and slick. You tut, pushing his hands away with the knife to watch the blood spurt out faster.

“You have, what? A couple minutes left? Now tell me, before you slip away… When you see God, what will you tell him?” You ask, a feral expression still across your face as you watch his skin grow gray.

“You fucking bitch!” Your target manages to choke out. You laugh, standing and swinging the knife around.

“Oho, I don’t think he’ll like that.” You say. An almost animalistic growl leaves your throat as you raise your foot, kicking him squarely in the nose with your boot. He cries out, bone crunching. For a moment you stand there, watching the sniveling man.

With a sniff, you run your hand roughly over your cheek, wiping some of the blood from your skin. Then, your gaze falls on the group of men left. They are watching you in silent horror. You can’t imagine what you look like, covered in blood and mud, armed with only a hunting knife. You assess them with a predator's gaze, menacing and bloodthirsty and the men cower back despite being armed with guns.

“We don’t want any trouble.” One stutters out.

For a moment, you forget the rest of your team are feet away. You consider letting the wrath consume you. You could tear these men apart with your hands, teeth and nails. You imagine plucking out their eyes, teaching them what happens to men who see your face.

“Shadow.” Yelena calls you. Your eyes snap to hers.

Pulled from your trance, you run a tongue over your split lip. The act is near animalistic, a cat tending its wounds. Then, with a shrug sent in Sam’s direction you stalk over to Yelena. Sam, to his credit, quickly composes himself and instructs the group of men to drop their weapons and line up.

“Are you alright?” Yelena asks as you pause in front of her. You don’t feel like answering that question right now.

If it weren’t for the cold wrath that had taken over your body, you would imagine you would be shaking. Men like that made your skin crawl, made you revert back to how you had felt in the Red Room. It made you sick to your stomach, knowing that despite everything men like that still existed. You would kill one man and another would grow in his place. You had been lucky to escape. That no matter what, there would always be more places like the Red Room. Even if they weren’t to breed killers and spies, they would still use the bodies of women. Powerful men would use their authority to control innocent girls for the rest of time. Those girls couldn't all be saved. They wouldn’t be saved.

“I need to retrieve my gun.” You reply thickly, nodding your head in the direction of the treeline. Your knives and other gear would have also been abandoned nearby, that’s if the men hadn’t pocketed it for themselves.

“Go ahead.” Yelena says, thankfully not pressing you on your emotional state. She seems to sense your unease and your unwillingness to hang around. You pass by her and a gaping Kate. You needed to clear your head before you faced the rest of them. With the mask, you could hide your emotions. Now, without it, you felt exposed. You wouldn’t let them see you crack. They would have been trained to sense the slightest change in your facial expressions, to be able to interpret exactly how you were feeling.

“Shadow?” Yelena calls, you glance over your shoulder reluctantly.

“Yeah?”

“Nice to finally see you. The real you.” She says, a subtle grin tugging at her lips.

All you can do is hum in response. Though, as you trudge towards the tree line, a small smile forms over your bloodied face.

PART TWO

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lunaspacks · 2 years

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-- florence pugh gif pack

click the source link for 281 gifs of FLORENCE PUGH as Yelena Belova in Black Widow. All gifs were made by me, 268x150, for RP use only. Please, do not repost in gif hunts, gif packs or any other media without my explicit permission, nor claim as your own. Please give proper credits if using in crackships. Like or reblog if you end up using them. TW: guns, blood, fighting, alcohol, injury, explosions, fire

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ruckystarnes · 2 years

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Title: You Can Trust Me

Author: RuckyStarnes

Card: B018

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Sam Wilson

Warnings: swearing, fighting

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,595

Written for: @anyfandomgoesbingo | @buckybarnesbingo

Event: Any Fandom Goes Bingo | Bucky Barnes Bingo

Prompt/Square: G3: Former Allies | C1: Queer Platonic Relationship

Summary: Sam and Bucky hunt down a new threat

Type: Moodboard | Fic

“Are you sure this is the way?” Bucky groused quietly, gripping the glock as he peeked around the corner. There wasn’t anyone or anything there and he jerked his head at Sam to follow.

“Redwing doesn’t lie. It senses a heat signature about five yards from here,” Sam replied, his finger glancing over the control on his forearm. Bucky rolled his eyes, making Sam chuckle. “You can trust technology, Cyborg,” he teased.

“Wakanda technology is a bit more reliable than whatever made that thing,” Bucky responded with a slight shake of his head.

“Hey, don’t knock Redwing,” Sam stated, acting slightly offended. “I’ll have you know Stark designed him.”

“Again, Wakanda is more reliable. Maybe I should have a talk with Ayo about getting a new and improved version,” Bucky muttered as he made his way down the hallway. “You know five yards from here is straight through that wall where your pretend bird is hovering?” Sam looked up from the control, his brows knitting together as he looked at the drone and it made Bucky smile. “I’ll go right if you go left, whoever gets there first radios.”

“Barnes, I don't think–”

“Whatever, I’ll see you on the other side then,” Bucky interrupted and turned to go down the hall. He could hear Sam curse but he could hear his footsteps going down the opposite way. The building was pretty basic design, set up like most science facilities Bucky had roamed through in his past life: one hallway splits to wrap around center rooms before turning back to one again to a center room. His super soldier hearing could hear the slight hum of computers and very faint clicking of what sounded like keys on a keyboard. He didn’t see Sam when he turned the corner and radioed him to let him know he was in position. The reply was one curse and warning of Bucky not to go in without him which made Bucky roll his eyes, but he waited. He lowered his weapon and leaned against the wall, his ears perked to any noise that was coming from the room: only the clack of computer keys and the occasional mouse click.

“You move pretty fast for an old man,” Sam jeered, his eyes back down on the control panel and moved his finger over the screen, making the robotic bird quietly trill by Bucky’s ear and around the corner of the doorway. “Some person in a black suit and...four eye goggles?” Sam pulled a face and looked up at Bucky, who in turn just shrugged with a nonchalant look.

“Fought worse,” he replied, lifting his gun up as he readied himself to go around the corner. He took a tentative step around the corner and he could hear Sam readying himself to follow. Bucky’s eyes roamed around the room: desks with computers filled the space, but only one was on. Sure enough, there was a thin framed person clad in black from head to toe, wearing greenish goggles that indeed had four lenses.

“Stop what you’re doing,” he called out, his gun trained on what he hoped was an actual person and not an alien or monster of sorts (he had his fill for his lifetime). “We’ll go easy on you if you cooperate.”

The person hesitated for a moment, looking over their shoulder and Bucky could hear a sigh of exasperation being let out before their attention returned to the screen. He heard three clicks from the mouse before the person turned around and faced him and Sam. The four lens goggles made his nose crinkle in confusion before raising his gun higher.

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Sam called from behind him, and Bucky forced himself not to roll his eyes. Sam was irritatingly good at being like Steve.

“Ty chertovski shutishʹ,” the person groaned and reached behind their back to pull out two batons that gave a faint glow of red. Bucky’s eyes raised in surprise as he cocked his head, his grip loosening a bit.

“Yëzhik?” he whispered, lowering his gun, “is that you?”

The person tilted their head slightly, hesitating at his words before they started to run towards them, swinging a baton at Bucky. His flesh hand came up and gripped the baton, wincing as bolts of electricity coursed through his hand and up his arm, making him curse.

“Yëzhik, stop,” he growled through clenched teeth, “Stop it.” The person kicked him hard in the chest, sending him staggering backwards. He could hear Sam rushing forward, speaking words that would probably make Steve proud, but the masked person backhanded the baton across his face, followed by what Bucky knew was a widow’s bite.

“Bucky, if you know this person, you might want to try to get them to knock it the fuck off.” Sam grunted as another kick landed against his side, making him fall to his knees. The baton made a sickening crack as it came across Sam’s face again. Bucky shook the shock off of him and ran towards Sam’s attacker, his arms wrapping around the small frame, pinning their arms down to their side.

“Enough Yelena,” Bucky growled in the ear of the attacker, holding them tightly against his chest. The person struggled, wiping their head back, which connected with his nose, but Bucky kept his grip, letting out a string of curses in Russian. An elbow connected with his ribs before the person turned their wrist, sending volts of electricity through his body which made him lose his grip on them. His hand reached for the black mask, pulling it off the person’s head, revealing a blonde woman with narrowed blue eyes.

“Yëzhik,” Bucky grunted, hand moving to his nose and winced when he realized it was broken, “Natasha got you out. Why are you–”

“I’m not your yëzhik, Soldat. Haven’t been since you left,” she spat back, her eyes shifting between him and Sam, and Bucky knew she was trying to access a way out. “You've been gone too long to call me that anymore.” She huffed out a breath and blew a stray flaxen strand out of her face.”

Bucky sensed her movement before she realized and caught her ankle as she tried to jump upwards to the vent above. He yanked her down, letting her land on the floor with a heavy thud and stood over her.

“You were always a little shit, you know that?” Bucky sighed, his foot connecting with her hand as she drew a small knife, kicking the blade away from her grip. “And always thought you could take me one on one.”

“I broke your nose,” she countered, her body moving to slip from under him, but his hand gripped the back of her suit and yanked back, giving Sam an annoyed look.

“Only because I didn’t want to kill you.”

“Because you knew it was me.”

“Damn right. Think Natasha would come back from her grave and haunt my ass if I killed her sister after I promised her I would try to find you after what happened in Wakanda.”

“Well, I was dust,” she spat out, spinning again to try to loosen his grip, but it failed. “Would you let me go mudak?”

“Chert vozʹmi, yëzhik, ty ne mog by prosto ostanovitʹsya i pogovoritʹ?” The Russian had her still for a moment, her face softening slightly as she sighed. Bucky knew better than to let go of her, knowing all of her tricks as he was one of her teachers all those years ago. Sure enough, after a few seconds she tried to run. “You never listen, do you. You can trust us, trust me. Please,” he said softly. He let her go then, she turned to him and shook her head slowly.

“I don’t trust anyone anymore, brat,” she replied evenly, “there’s no one left to trust. You left, Natasha left. I cannot find my parents. Contract work is easy. No strings, no attachments.”

“So you went back to being a Widow,” Bucky countered, his hand coming up and waving along her body.

“I have my own mind now,” she spat back, “I didn’t have that until another freed me.”

“Yelena, c’mon, Sam and I can help you.”

“Wait, what?” Sam replied quickly, stepping towards Bucky, “we can’t trust every Russian we happen across because you might have a history with them.”

Bucky furrowed his brows at his teammate and gave him a look of disgust. “She was like a sister to me,” he replied at the same time as Yelena pulled a face and made a gagging sound.

“Seriously, you two, I’m good. Espionage and being a ghost is kind of my thing,” Yelena added, taking a step backwards, “but, uh, if you see Kate Bishop around, tell her to call me. Would like to have some coffee with her.”

“Who’s that? You’re girlfriend?” Sam smirked, turning towards the blonde.

“I don’t date, Barnes can tell you that,” she smiled, her face almost soft when she looked at Bucky. “It’s been good boys, and great to meet your boyfriend, brat, but, um, I think it’s best we don’t do this again.” She jumped up and gripped onto the vent before pulling herself up into it.

“So, that was Natasha’s little sister?” Sam asked, looking up where she disappeared.

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, hanging his head.

“And she still had whatever she stole on her?”

“Yup.”

“And we aren’t going after her?”

Bucky looked at Sam and clenched his jaw. “No. We’re going after whoever is making her do this.”

#bbb2022 #bucky barnes bingo #bucky barnes #sam wilson #yelena belova #bucky barnes & yelena belova #bucky barnes drabble #yelena belova drabble

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mx-zemo · 1 year

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I feel like I've known you for ages

Language: English - Words: 11,574 - Chapters: 5/5

Fandoms:

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel

Rating:

Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships:

James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson

Characters:

Helmut Zemo, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson, Yelena Belova, Ava Starr, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply, Crack Treated Seriously, Thunderbolts - Freeform, Citizen V - Freeform, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, Confessions, Happy Ending, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson is So Done, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Crack, Hydra (Marvel), Hunting Down Hydra Together, as a bonding activity, Nebulous Zemo Parole Universe | Helmut Zemo Paroled from the Raft, Post-Canon, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal

Summary:

Prompt: "Zemo joins the Thunderbolts disquised as Citizen V and Bucky falls in love with his new teammate."

V should open up to him in his own time. No prying, no digging. As someone with his past he could understand - better than most - the perks of being unknown. Anonymity granted you a blank slate, no expectation placed upon you before you even utter a word.

Stil, he couldn't help himself, it ate at him.

Did he not want to remove this barrier between them?

#winterbaron #zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo

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romanovaspy · 1 year

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« lily james, 30, she/her, mcu » ∙∙ loading case file for natalia romanova. known aliases, if any: the black widow. current location: new york, new york. current occupation: spy. she have known to be adaptable and deceitful, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: avengers/shield.

“ i use to have nothing. then i got this job... this family.”

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the basics:

full name: natalia alianovna romanova name meaning: natalia: Natalia is a female given name with the original Late Latin meaning of "Christmas Day" (cf. Latin natale domini). . nicknames/aliases: black widow, natasha romanoff, natalie rushman, and many more. age: thirty birthday: august 23 zodiac: virgo gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her orientation: pansexual allegiance: avengers, SHIELD

the personality:

the label: the assassin meyers-briggs: INTJ - An Architect (INTJ) is a person with the Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging personality traits. These thoughtful tacticians love perfecting the details of life, applying creativity and rationality to everything they do. Their inner world is often a private, complex one moral alignment: true neutral

strengths: resourceful, observant, steadfast, calm, intuitive. weaknesses: sarcastic, calculating, logical, secretive.

the appearance:

face claim: lily james

height: 5′7″ eye color: deep brown hair color and length: naturally dark red and very curly. she is known to change up her hair color depending on what she needs. these days, her hair is a coppery red that hangs in waves down to the middle of her back. scars/tattoos/markings: a few freckles across her nose. Both her ears are pierced with her right ear with multiple piercings. She has no tattoos or any major marks that can be used to identify her easily.

the relationships:

mother: unknown father: unknown siblings: yelena belova (adoptive sister)

the backstory:

There were many rumors about where Natasha romanoff’s life began. While there’s no record of the truth, Nat’s earliest memories were of the Red Room where, with other young girls, she was trained in the black widow initiative. She proved to be a great asset for the USSR even as a child, and was placed on many missions throughout her life. Because of the skills and abilities she showed young, Nat was given Russia’s version of the super soldier serum which altered her physically. It wasn’t until Nat was hunted down by the Agent Barton when she decided to switch sides. From the mission in Budapest, she became a spy for SHIELD and helped with the beginnings of the Avengers project.

#𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚 ‹ intro ›#394intro

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artificialvoyage · 2 years

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( @realityquestioned ) 🥃 DEAN WINCHESTER & YELENA BELOVA

🥃 ⋆⛧ he sat at the bar, his mind abuzz with all the brand new information that he’d quickly had to adjust to. dean was, at his core, a simple man who had led a simple life (aside from the monster hunting, fighting god, fighting the devil, going to purgatory, being best friends with an angel, his brother and him defying death... you get the point) he’d been lost in his thoughts, staring at the one familiar thing to him (a bottle of beer) when he felt someone approaching from behind. he glanced over when they took the seat next to him and raised a brow. “i’d say the bar’s closed but i don’t think you’re here for that,” he asked, turning a bit to face her. “you my new bartender?”

#[ 🥃 ] DEAN WINCHESTER { thread }#[ 🥃 ] DEAN { with YELENA BELOVA }#realityquestioned

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offollies · 2 years

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( @ofdevastation ) natasha romanoff & yelena belova

she stared at yelena, wondering why the hell she’d made her way down from the castle to the killiseum. yelena was a lot of things, but hunting natasha down to just say ‘hi’ was improbable at best, and completely suspicious. “what.” it was a statement rather than a question, natasha knew that yelena would get to the point faster if she was blunt. “why are you here? don’t tell me its for his stupid holiday thing.” she frowned, tilting her head to the side - taking in her younger sister’s appearance. “how’s guard duties? do you see our wonderful emperor often?”

#natasha:thread #ofdevastation

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yelenasgreenvest · 3 years

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Young Yelena Belova GIF pack [Black Widow 2021]

All these gifs were made by me, so please don’t claim as your own. Do NOT put into other gif hunts. If credit is given, you may use them as sidebars, etc.

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vesnaproduction · 3 years

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Florence Pugh Gifs Hunt in Black Widow - part 2

By clicking the source link below, you will be directed to two hundred and seventy two (272) 245x145 gifs of florence pugh in her role as yelena belova in black widow. all gifs were created by me, please do not claim them as your own, put them in other gif hunt. you are free to use them in your crackship but, please, if you find them usefull, think about giving a like or reblog the post.

(tw: weapon, freefalling, explosion fire, needle)

#florence pugh #florence pugh gifs #yelena belova #Black Widow #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mine #florence pugh gif hunt #gif hunt

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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The Third Widow || Aftermath

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. |

Translations: Убить Белова (Kill Belova), Мэри (Mary), сестра (sister)

The Third Widow Masterlist

"So what? We're going to hunt her down like a deer in the woods?" Wanda frowned after hearing the game plan. "No, we wait for her to come to us" Natasha replied, "she wants Yelena, she'll come" she added. Alexei, Yelena, Wanda and Natasha all sat at the dining table in silence while Melina was working on making more gas, Wanda's thoughts racing just as much as everybody else's.

"I won't hurt her" Wanda spoke up, breaking the silence, "I can't" she adds. "You won't have too, we just need your, you know" Yelena looked up at the redhead "Magic" Wanda corrected, Yelena's eyes dropped to the dark wooden table filling the room with silence again.

You shook your head to yourself when you saw the four adults sitting around the table, "more fun I guess" you sighed as you stormed up to the right side of the house unaware of Melina's property alarms. Alerting Melina before you even got close to the home, she rushed to the living room. "She's here" she showed her security device to the group.

The sound of a window shattering made everybody quickly jump from the table, a M18 smoke grenade filled the living room with a thick cloud of smoke giving you time to enter the home. "I don't want anybody but the Widows" you called out pointing your combat MG MK II weapon in the direction of the living room. "Let's talk about this Y/n, there's no need to do this" a familiar voice came from your left side, you pointed your weapon in the direction of the voice, smirking.

"Natasha, I should've killed you when I had the chance" you muttered. "We just want to help" she added as you took small steps in her direction, the thick smoke making it almost impossible to see as it started to fill the entire house. "You're lying!" you replied one foot in front of the other, "you took everything from me!" you added.

"No, he took everything from you. Dreykov took everything" Yelena's voice came with a kick to the back of your legs making you drop to your knees, dropping your weapon. Yelena quickly kicked the gun as hard as she could away from you. "You shouldn't have done that" you mumbled standing to your feet as you quickly pulled out your AP pistol from your Hollister, pointing directly at the blonde. Her eyes looked deeply into yours as you saw nothing but a target, Dreykov's voice softly whispering "Убить Белова".

A smirk tugged at your lips when Yelena reached for your gun, "you think I didn't come prepared?" you spoke before kicking her harsh in the stomach, "Killing you will finally give me peace of mind" you added, looking down at Yelena as she stumbled back to her feet. "Your mind isn't your own, you have to trust us!" Yelena tackled you to the floor, pining you to the ground the best she could. "MELINA!" she called out, Natasha appeared out of the smoke with a vile. "How did you get that?!" you spat as Natasha removed the lid, pouring it over your face.

The dust burned your eyes and made you cough. Yelena slowly loosened her grip on you as you spat the dust participles to the floor, "What the fuck was that meant to do?!" you frowned, tossing Yelena off your body, "Enough games" you muttered pulling out your dagger. Natasha looked to Yelena with a confused look.

Natasha acted rather quickly, trapping your head between her thighs and bringing you to the floor once again, Yelena grabbed your AP pistol from the floor and pointed it at you as you and Natasha fought. Punches and kicks shared between you two, Nat doing her best to hurt you but just enough to wound you to stop. Alexei came in, picking you off Natasha and slamming you up against the wall by the throat. "Alexei, we need her alive" Natasha reminded him.

"Let her go" Wanda stood in the doorway with glowing red eyes. You looked between those around you as your face started turning red, your right hand reaching for your back up dagger and stabbing Alexei in his lower abdomen. He released you from his grip letting your feet touch the floor once again. "We need more gas" Natasha whispered to Yelena in a worry. "I'm sorry" Wanda spoke softly as she looked deeply into your eyes, flicking her wrist shooting a ball of red chaos into you, instantly putting you to sleep in a hex that only Wanda could break.

Natasha rushed to Alexei and helped apply pressure to his wound as your body lay peacefully close by. "I'll get Melina" Yelena ran out of the room while Wanda walked over to you and used her magic to lift you off the floor and outside away from the thick smoke.

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"I know you didn't want to do that, I'm sorry" Nat spoke softly as she stood next to Wanda. Now at the compound where Bruce could keep you comfortable until Melina was able to come up with a stronger gas that could break the trance you were stuck in. "Just fix this so she can come back to us" Wanda looked at Natasha with tears in her eyes, "I'm not breaking the hex until you're more than sure. I won't be putting her back into another, I mean it" she added before walking away.

"Wands" Nat spoke, making Wanda turn to face her, "she'll be okay. Melina and Bruce are going to come up with something" she assures the redhead of her worries. "It's not that that I'm worried about. Do you know how far she came before all this happened? She was just starting to have some form of normal life and now she's missed so much more then before. She's 24 now Natasha, she's missed almost 10 years and I'm the one who has to refresh her mind and give her back those memories for her" Wanda explained, her voice breaking with hurt.

"She's safe now, for good this time Wanda, we're all going to help her feel comfortable again and we'll do whatever we need too".

"I know" Wanda's eyes dropped slightly, "I just can't stand to see her like this, not after the person we got to know. The person on that bed hooked up to those machines isn't the Y/n I know. The look in her eye wasn't the same girl I" she paused as tears filled her eyes, "it's okay Wanda, I know." Natasha walked up to her and gently brought her in for a hug, "I know" her hands rubbed Wanda's back softly.

"How did you know?" Wanda asked, looking at Natasha with teary eyes. "Your eyes said a thousand words" Nat smiled softly, "plus I knew about the weed" she adds. A smile tugged at Wanda's lips, "I'm not sorry about that, just so we're clear".

"I'll let it slide, you were kids doing what kids do. Now, go talk to Vision, he's been mopey since we got here, and I have a feeling that has something to do with you".

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As days passed, Bruce and Melina worked endlessly to come up with a gas that would work, doubling the dose didn't work either, and tripling the dose also didn't work. Yelena didn't leave your side. Making sure you were looked after by every hour having your levels taken, tests done, anything that would help Bruce and Melina bring you back to her.

Wanda couldn't look at you, not with her hex over you. She wanted to wake you up so many times and hope you'd be calm enough to hear everybody out and maybe you'd remember who everybody was but from the look in your eyes she knew you looked straight through her, there were no memories of Wanda running through your mind. Vision and her had decided to stick together even though he knew her heart was already in your hands, he wanted to be there for her as much as she'd allow him.

"Yelena?" Natasha spoke softly waking Yelena from her nap, "Bruce and Melina think they've finally got something" she added as Yelena looked at the redhead with exhausted eyes. "What's the plan?" Yelena asked.

"Injection but we all agreed that you should be the one to give the okay"

"The odds?"

"Bruce is confident it could work. They've tweaked the gas and did some other scientific crap that I didn't understand but Melina is also confident it'll work" Natasha explains closing the door behind her. Yelena's eyes drifted to you as you lay peacefully on the bed without a worry to stress over, "What do you think?" Yelena asked as Nat sat on the seat on your right side. "It's all we have right now and trust me, Bruce is every good at his job and Melina used to work the gas in the first place, I think this is a first real shot. But it's completely up to you".

Yelena nodded slowly, "do it".

Melina and Bruce cleared the room so they could get everything set up, a monitor to watch for any brainwave activity, Melina asked for Wanda to stay in the room so she could remove the hex once the injection was done and finally an enhanced MRI machine. Silence was shared between everybody, Natasha and Yelena watching from the window outside the room, Alexei joining them with his wound bandaged up and doing his best to lighten the room with his ridiculous dad like jokes.

"Ready?" Bruce looked up at Melina who held the needle in one hand and a tissue in the over, "I'm ready" she replied, "Wanda?" she looked up to the nervous redhead who could only nod in reply. Slowly Melina lowered the needle to your left arm, injecting the entire needle of gas into your system before looking at Bruce for any positive signs.

Minutes passed painfully as the machine showed no response from your brainwaves, disappointment started to hit everybody as the silence only became louder with every ticking moment. 5 minutes passed and still nothing, not even a twitch from your body. 7 minutes passed and the hope everybody had in the improved gas started to fade away quickly.

"Back to the drawing board" Melina mumbled to herself with a sigh, the feeling of failure taking its toll over the brunette. "Wait, we have something!" Bruce's eyes shot up at Melina, "Come look at this" he added. Wanda's attention was also drawn to Bruce's screen, your MRI scans lighting up with colors. "Wanda, whenever you're ready" Melina looked up at her with a hint of hope in her tone.

With a deep breath, Wanda walked over to your bedside and closed her eyes for a moment, "Please" she whispered ever so quietly to herself before balls of red formed at her hands.

"It worked" Yelena turned to Natasha with a soft smile, "It worked!" she repeated before her eyes were drawn quickly back to your body now washed over with Wanda's red colored chaos magic.

Your eyes flickered open and were met with Wanda's big green eyes, she noticed yours had a hint of red flash and fade as you began to look around the room. "W..W-where am I?" you asked in a daze. "You're at the Avengers compound" a familiar voice caught your attention, "Melina?" you sat up slowly keeping your attention on the only face you recognised as she walked towards you. "Hey there" she smiled, "Do you remember Wanda?" she asked brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

Wanda looked at you with tears filling her eyes, she saw the same girl she once saw but you shook your head and looked back at Melina, "S-should I?" you stuttered. "It's okay, things might feel like a little strange, but I promise it won't hurt. Wanda is just going to help you remember who we all are" Melina took your hand gently, her thumb stroking your knuckles for comfort as she gave Wanda a soft nod.

Before you had a chance to answer your mind was racing with thoughts, your eyes closed and memories began to flash through the darkness of your eyelids. Everything from being reunited with Yelena, your birthday, the drama with Asya, the books you read, the family you once had and of course, the time you spent with Wanda. It all happened so quickly before your eyes opened again and you smiled at Wanda.

"Hi Мэри" Wanda whispered as tears fell from her green eyes. You slowly reached for her hand without saying a word.

"Can we come in?" Yelena poked her head in the room, her voice made your smile grow bigger, "сестра" you spoke softly after Melina gave her, Natasha and Alexei the okay to enter. "Welcome back" Yelena rushed to hug you, "Oh" you chuckled when her body crashed onto yours, "I'd love to do all this but…" you paused as Yelena pushed herself off of you.

"But…what happened? I only remember going into the woods and finding Asya…" you went on.

"Uhm, we're not entirely sure" Melina looked at you, "but you've been with Dreykov back in Red Room for the past 9 years and you've been here for almost a week" she adds. "Yeah, all you need to know is that Red Room and Dreykov are gone, for good" Yelena continues. "I d-didn't hurt anybody…right?" you asked looking between Yelena and Melina.

"That doesn't matter anymore, you don't have to worry about that" Yelena assures you, "You're safe now and not under his control, any harm that you may have done was all Dreykov" she adds as she looked into your eyes. You nodded, "uhm, do you guys' mind if I get some rest? I'm really tired"

"Of course, we'll come check on you later" Melina smiles softly before clearing the room for you, "of you need anything, we're here" she adds before leaving you to your thoughts.

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It was days before you'd leave the medical bay room and try to get your life back on track. Natasha gave you the grand tour of the compound and introduced you to the rest of her team. Everybody was nice and welcoming, Tony seemed like an ass and you didn't really vibe with him until Natasha told you he was just being a dick.

"There you are" Wanda's voice came up into the room as you snacked on a sandwich, "here I am" you smiled softly as you looked up at her. "I was wondering you'd want to go for a walk before you go back to Ohio with Alexei and Melina" she asked, "Sure, I'll just clean this up".

The world looked and felt so different to you as you and Wanda walked slowly through the park close by the compound, mostly in an awkward silence. You had your memories of Wanda and she had hers, but she also had a period of time where she had to grieve for you, accepting the idea that she might never see you again.

"I wanted to talk, that's why I brought you out here" she finally broke the dying silence. "I don't know what's going to happen now and I know you're going back to Ohio but I want you to know that I never forgot about you" Wanda stopped you both, reaching for your hands, "I don't want to freak you out but I need you know I still feel things for you, I still think about what we had, you still make my heart skip a beat every time I thought about you and if you ever need a friend I'm here for you no matter what"

Your eyes filled with tears as you nodded softly, "Wanda…I wish I could have something better to say, I do, I wish things weren't like this…all I remember is how much you made me feel like a normal teenager and how happy you made me. I know our time was short and I'm sure you've moved on…I've see the way that red dude looks at you and its okay. I was gone for for so lo-"

"Stop" Wanda hushes you, "he knows about you, and we realised that we wouldn't work anymore. I wasn't fair to him, all I thought about was you and deep down he knew that. I would like to come visit you sometime in the next couple of weeks, if you'll let me"

"I'd like that, but I don't want you to give up on things because of me. I don't want to promise anything to you, I don't' even know who I am, again…maybe you could come see me when I have things worked out"

"Hey, it's okay" Wanda gently strokes your right cheek, "I never moved on from you and I'd love to be there for you, but I understand if that's too much"

Gently, you removed her hand from your cheek, "I'll call you, okay? I think it's best I deal with the aftermath of all this before you and I try anything…I mean, I have a lot of learning to do" you smiled softly in hopes to not hurt her feelings, "I should go, I don't want to keep Yelena waiting, apparently she has so much to tell me and it's a long drive back" you added.

Wanda nodded with a broken smile, "I'll be here, always" she assured you before the two of you started to walk back to the compound, both of your hearts breaking into a million pieces.

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