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A Night In The City

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No Powers AU (Female Reader X Yelena Belova)

Summary: When a blonde excited to explore New York comes into your place of work, you end up spending a night you'll never forget.

Word Count: 5.4K

Content: Sadness, Mentions of Suicide, Sucidial Actions, Angst, Happy Ending, Kissing ;)

You were tired.

Tired of your job.

Tired of the big city.

Tired of not being enough.

Tired of liv-... well, everything.

You missed when you didn't feel this way, but times change. You guessed you missed the time to change, too.

So, as you logged another book into the computer for your boss Agatha, you briefly wondered what to have for dinner.

If you even felt like eating by the time you got home...

The bell ringing above the door broke you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see blonde braids surf past a bookshelf and to you.

That's when you saw her face.

Bright green eyes, small pink lips, and bushy eyebrows. Slightly chubby cheeks were a bonus to see. "Hello!" She said in a heavy accented voice as her body hit the counter. "I'm looking for a book about New York City!"

You looked at her like she was joking, but after a moment of her just staring at you, you realized she was not. "Oh." You said. "Umm, you're in the city now... but what kind of book are you looking for?" You asked.

The woman thought before it looked like she got an idea. "Any books on restaurants or parks!?" You nodded and started typing into your computer. "Let me just make sure we have any."

You knew you did.

"Okay." She said as she craned her neck to see what you were doing. "That's a lot of books." She commented when you clicked the page. You looked at her. "Yeah... you're looking for a book about the millions of restaurants in this city."

You didn't mean to sound rude, but as the words left your mouth, you knew exactly how you sounded.

The blonde took a step back with her mouth dropped. "Jeez, I hope everyone isn't as rude as you!" Her voice sounded like you actually hurt her feelings. "I'm sorry!" You started apologizing as the blonde frowned. "I didn't mean it that way!" You went to talk more, but you were cut off.

"What way did you mean it then!" She looked pitiful. You sighed and collected your thoughts. "I mean... New Yorks a big place..." She nodded. "I know that." She said. "And as opposed to looking at hundreds of books about the restaurants and parks that'll be way too crowded or too expensive, the best way to experience it all is by just going out, walking in the city. Taking the subway to the Upper West Side or even Brooklyn. That's a way to get the best kind of food."

The blonde was hanging on your every word as you spoke about the city you used to find passion in.

"Plus, I'm sure you'll have a great time." You added before your smile faded. But the blonde saw it. She took a closer step to the counter. "Okay." She said.

"Okay?" You asked.

"Show me." The blonde smiled and rested her arms on the counter before you. "Take me around the city."

"Uhh, I- what?" Did she say what you thought she said?

"I want you to take me around the city." She said without an ounce of a joke hidden in her words. Leaving you lost to find any. "I-I can't do that.." You said, causing the woman across from you to tilt her head. "I'm working, and I- I don't even know you."

The blonde made a flat smile with her lips before extending her hand. "Well, hi, I'm Yelena. Yelena Belova." She waited for you to take it until you did. Cautiously. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." You shook her hand and took note of the black fingernail polish she was wearing.

"There, now we know each other. How much longer do you have to work?" Yelena whined as her hands dropped back onto the counter.

You peered over to the computer and looked at the upper right corner of the screen. "It still have over an hour, but-" Yelena groaned. "Fine. Give me a book, and I'll wait."

As Yelena looked at you with her pretty green eyes, you couldn't find the words to say that you couldn't do it.

Your mind was blank.

"You're really serious, huh?" You asked, making Yelena scoff. "Of course."

Another second passed between the two of you before you nodded and pointed Yelena in the direction of some sapphic novels you loved to kill her time.

As you watched her walk away, you found yourself looking down her backside to her ripped jeans and black boots.

Once she disappeared down an aisle, you were alone again with your thoughts. But this time, all you could think was, "What did I just agree to?"

_

Once Yelena sat down in a chair made for little kids, she began reading a book from the selection you pointed to earlier.

Yelena quickly found herself swept up in the details of a woman returning to her hometown for a job only to discover that her former rival was now her new boss.

It was cheesy and short, but Yelena couldn't get enough.

Except for when she did stop reading to look up and see you still working from time to time.

Yelena took notice of the things you did. How you acted. How often you pushed your hair back behind your ears. She quickly liked you and was in dire need of someone new. A friend, so to say. But she could tell you were somewhat guarded.

Troubled wasn't the correct word, but Yelena could see it.

It was quiet the last hour you worked. No other Yelena's came in. Leaving you to finish up logging the stack Agatha wanted done. And yet. Every so often, your eyes drifted back to the blonde in the green froggy chair. Her eyes were glued to the words she was reading, and you couldn't help but smile at how she bit her lip as she concentrated.

But who was she?

You pulled your gaze away and again tried to think of an excuse to get yourself out of what the rest of the night would bring, but you couldn't.

It was almost like your heart was on its last line. Giving you nothing so you'd jump headfirst into this opportunity.

It wanted you to keep going.

"Alright!" Agatha came out from her office in the back. Walking straight past Yelena. "Closing time, hon!" She said to you as she grabbed the stack of books and moved them elsewhere.

Yelena got up from her spot, pushed the froggy chair in, and started walking towards the two of you.

"So, any plans for the next two days?" Agatha always asked the same question, even if you both knew the answer. Except this time, when you went to answer, Yelena spoke for you. "Actually-"

"Oh my God!" Agatha screamed and turned around with her hand over her heart. "Where did you come from!?" Agatha exclaimed as she came down from her fright.

Yelena proceeded to look from her to you and back to the kids corner. "From over there." She pointed. "I was just reading." She held up a book you were very familiar with.

Agatha, of course, took notice of that.

"Ah, looks like you picked up one of Y/N's guilty pleasures." Yelena looked at you. "Really?!" She asked you as you still stood behind the counter. "Uhh yeah." You answered honestly.

Yelena smiled wide enough that her dimples showed, and you felt something in your stomach that you had not felt in a very, very long time.

"Well, I'd like to get it." Agatha quickly wrapped an arm around Yelena and pulled her to the counter. Yelena, not looking too happy about this, let it happen. "Oh, of course, dear!" Agatha said, taking the book from her hand and into yours. "Y/N could also probably show you a lot more that she loves."

You picked up on Agatha's secret message.

Yelena did not.

"Actually, Y/N is showing me all around the city tonight!" Yelena smiled with glee.

Meanwhile, Agatha turned her head to you with a grin. "Is she now?" She asked a clueless Yelena. "Yep," Yelena said as she went to pay for the book, but Agatha stopped her. "Oh, here, take it!" She put the book into a bag and quickly gave it to Yelena. "A friend of Y/N's is a friend of mine. Especially a special one like you." She not so slyly said as you clocked out and grabbed your bag from the floor.

"Oh, thank you!" Yelena seemed genuinely grateful for the book and watched as you came around the counter.

Yelena's eyes quickly scanned your black vans and high-waisted jeans. Traveling up, she could see the entire band t-shirt underneath the open brown jacket you just threw on.

When Yelena's eyes met yours, you both smiled.

"Okay, well, you two, be safe and have fun!" Agatha said as she practically shoved the two of you out the door. "Wear protection." She whispered into your ear before closing the door and locking it.

You rubbed your ear and did your best to forget about her joke; all the while, Yelena just looked at you as you both started walking.

"So where to first!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked, confusing Yelena. "Well, of course. Do you not? You agreed, remember?" She said, making you nod. "Yes, I know it's just..."

"It's just what?" Yelena asked as you stopped walking and faced her.

"It's just we don't know each other." Yelena rolled her eyes and started walking away, knowing you'd follow. And you did. "Y/N Y/L/N, we already went over this. We shook hands. We know each other now. Okay?" She turned her head. "Now get we just hang out and be friends."

You stopped dead in your tracks.

Hang out and be friends.

That sounded wonderful.

You smiled. Like a real smile. And started walking again. "Yeah. You're right. That sounds good."

"Of course I'm right," Yelena responded, making you laugh. She laughed too because she was surprised by your laugh.

You two continued your walk in silence. The only thing breaking it up was the plastic bag with her book hitting Yelena's leg every once in a while.

"Here."

"No, it's mine." She pulled the bag away from you.

"Yes, I know that. I was going to put it in my bag so you're not carrying it the whole time." You explained. Yelena just looked at you and extended her hand with the handle of the bag wrapped around her palm. "Sorry." She said.

"You don't need to apologize." You said in a softer tone as you took the bag. "I just... I didn't want your arms to get tired."

Yelena watched you push your hair behind your ears for what must've been the hundredth time that night.

"I'm sorry if this is rude..." You started as you and Yelena turned down a new block. "But where are you from originally?" You grabbed onto the straps of your book bag and waited for Yelena's answer. "Russia." She said.

Ah. That made sense.

"How long did you live there?"

Yelena thought about her answer. "We lived there when I was a kid, then came to America before going back. What about you?" She asked, not wanting to talk more about it.

"All over the United States. My dad moved us around a lot." You remember your childhood, and not many happy moments come to mind. "Do you like it here?" She asked, gesturing to the city as you passed by a fat rat eating a pizza.

"Sometimes." You said and quickly moved on. "What about you? Is it your first time here? I mean, I assume so, but..." You trailed off as Yelena started to talk. "I've been here a couple of times. But it's always been for meetings for work, so I never got to explore and stuff." Yelena said, and you watched the way her eyes danced across the sky and the bright lights of skyscrapers getting closer and closer. "But this time, I don't have work. My sister was planning on taking me around, but she ended up being busy."

That was new info. "Oh, you have a sister!? Older or younger?"

"Older," Yelena said. "Her name's Natasha. She lives not far from your shop."

You made a note of that. "Oh, cool! Do you think she's ever been by the shop?" You asked, wondering if you had seen someone that looked like Yelena before.

But you think you would have remembered if you had.

Yelena shakes her head. "Probably not." You looked from Yelena's side profile to the sidewalk before looking back. You loved her earrings. Slowly, your eyes moved from the earrings to her neck. You watched the way her skin disappeared under her top. "She just got a girlfriend," Yelena said, breaking you from your thoughts. "So I thought I'd explore the city by myself..." Yelena's eyes meet yours. "Until I met you."

There it was again. That long dormant feeling in your stomach being broken by a fluttering.

"It hasn't been bad so far." She then added, making you smile. "Thanks." You shook your head and looked up at the street signs, figuring out the best place to go, when Yelena ran ahead of you to the other side of the street—not paying attention to the street lights or cars that slammed on their breaks.

"I want one!" She yelled back to you, making you realize what she ran to.

A pretzel cart.

"At least it's not a hot dog cart," you thought as you quickly ran to her. Sending a flat smile to the angry cab driver, Yelena pissed off. "Here." Yelena handed you a hot pretzel before taking the cups of mustard and cheese. "It smells so good!" She said as you two said bye to the man pedaling the cart.

And without warning, Yelena bit into the pretzel still in your hand. Luckily, she wasn't anywhere near your finger. "Oh, my gofh." Her words muffled by the pretzel. "If ho goof!" You nodded to her and smiled as pieces of salt fell from her lips.

Yelena took your eyes off of her lips by pushing the pretzel up closer to your mouth.

You couldn't remember the last time you had a hot pretzel or one from a cart on the street. But one look to Yelena and her big eyes made you cave.

You loved it.

"Good, right?!" Yelena said after she swallowed but not before tearing another piece to dip into the cheese sauce. You nodded. "Bery goof!"

Yelena laughed as her body brushed up against yours, as the two of you found yourselves passing by a group of teens making music from buckets and their own mouths.

As you watched with a group of other people, Yelena stole glances to you like she had at the bookstore. She found something new every time she looked your way. Her favorite discovery was two moles on the left side of your neck.

She smiled as she thought about drawing a curved line underneath them to make a smile.

Because that's another thing Yelena discovered.

She liked seeing you smile.

She was glad she met you tonight.

Moments like these blossomed as you took Yelena into Times Square. She made you take her to an American coffee shop, aka Dunkin, before you took pictures of her in front of the giant screens and crazy stores that lined the streets.

And when you weren't looking, she made sure to take some of you.

For you.

If you wanted!

Regardless, you took her to the financial district and then to a place where the noise of the city seemed to stop, past the memorial and to the tip of New York.

"What do you mean it doesn't light up?" Yelena tilted her head before looking back to the Statue of Liberty. You laughed as Yelena shook her head. "She has a torch! It should light up!" You didn't say anything but laugh because, honestly, you agreed with her. How cool would it be if the torch was on fire?! "Still cool, though," Yelena said before turning around.

After that, Yelena and you found yourselves at a bar you've never been to after exiting the subway at a random stop.

What turned into you showing Yelena around turned into a random exploration of the city.

Something you would normally advise against, but you were having fun and smiling more in a couple of hours than you had in a long time.

To Yelena, she was having a blast and didn't want the night to end.

So, drink after drink and shot after shot, you and Yelena danced to whatever the DJ played and ate greasy New York Pizza while watching guys shoot their shot and miss horribly from the comfort of a booth.

"Oh, it's my Sestra!" Yelena picked up the phone with a bubbly glee before scooting closer to you and answering the FaceTime, not caring about the loud bar in the background.

Her face almost touching yours.

You smiled as you looked at your two faces in the top left-hand corner before focusing on the person filling the giant frame.

"Yelena, where- Oh?!!" A confused-looking redhead emerged from the darkness of the screen before turning on a light next to them.

It's clear that they were sleeping.

And Yelena called them. Not the other way around.

"Yelena, who are you with!?" Yelena's sister questioned as she looked from her sister to you. "Who are you and where are you!?! It's so loud!"

You went to open your mouth, but Yelena stopped you by pulling the phone to be in front of her. "Natasha! This is Y/N! She's sweet, so don't be such a grump!" Yelena scoffed before sipping on her red cocktail.

You scooted closer to try and listen, but it was challenging due to the throwback 2000s that was playing.

But your ears did catch: "I know she's pretty!"

You turned away and smiled at that before picking up your drink.

"Oh my gosh! Go to bed! Bye!!- yes, I love you too!" Was what you heard when you decided to start listening again.

"Sisters can be so annoying," Yelena said as she shook her head. "She seems to love you though." Your drunk mind said, making Yelena turn to you. "Well, of course. I'm the best." Her face broke out into a grin that made you smile wide. "And yes, I love her." She took another sip while not so subtlety scooting closer to you. "Apparently, she was sleeping." Yelena rolls her eyes.

"So the date went well?" You rested your head on your hand and gave Yelena your full attention.

Yelena's eyes ran up your arm. Past your small stick and poke tattoo that you talked about briefly when you walked through a park that she couldn't remember the name of. And up to your fingers, where she glanced over the gold ring you bought for yourself two years ago. Past your unpainted nails until she landed on your face.

Your eyes.

Yelena nodded. "I think she had an amazing night."

_

It wasn't an easy trip back home.

But somehow, you and Yelena made it to your place safely.

Okay. You don't know how you made it to your place safely.

Yelena knows it's because she wasn't as drunk as you and could walk straight and could sing the real version of American Pie.

Whereas, on the train ride to your stop, you tried to convince Yelena that the Weird Al Yankovic Star Wars Parody was the real version.

But Yelena didn't know what Star Wars was and knew the original song by Don McLean by heart.

After Yelena set you down on the couch, she quickly looked around your place. It wasn't far from Natasha's due to the proximity to the bookstore.

Yelena thought your space was cute, but it wasn't decorated very well. In fact, Yelena found it interesting.

Odd. Would be another word for it.

She discovered most of your belongings were in boxes labeled to different names and places.

She walked to the fridge and grabbed a cold water bottle, knowing this would help sober you up more than the cool air had helped so far.

"Here." Yelena handed you the bottle as she crouched down in front of you. You took the water without a problem and opened it. Chugging it like it would be the last time.

"Thank you." You said into the air of feet between the two of you. "You're welcome," Yelena said back before she moved to sit next to you. You watched her the whole time.

In fact, the whole night, it became harder to keep your eyes off of her.

Maybe it was the drinks.

Maybe it wasn't.

"I had a great time." You said, making Yelena turn to you. She could smell the alcohol still dancing on your tongue, but you could smell hers. So it didn't really matter. "I did, too!" Yelena smiled. "Thank you." She said, making up shake your head the tiniest bit. "No, Yelena. Thank you."

It was hard to see because of how dim the lights behind you were, but you could've swore you saw Yelena's cheeks turn pink.

Yelena wanted to lean into you. She wanted to take this leap. But she couldn't. She didn't want to jeopardize anything. So, instead, she turned away from you.

You who wouldn't have said no. You who would've kissed her back and savored her taste. You who, if Yelena was going to be your last, you wanted to make it count.

But she turned away.

She looked at the book on your coffee table and recognized it immediately.

The book from your job. The book Agatha gave her.

"Oh wow! You really do love it!" Yelena leaned forward and picked it up. "Oh, I do more than love it." You said, acting coy. Confusing Yelena. "What do you mean?" With your foot, you pointed to a book near your bedroom door. Yelena got up and stood in front of it. "Nothings going to jump out and get me right?" She asked like a scared kid making you laugh. "It's safe. I promise."

Yelena took you by your word and opened the box. Inside were more copies of the book. Brand new.

You wrote it.

Yelena looked up at you with a fresh copy in hand. "You're Emily Hornberg?!" She said as she made her way in front of you.

You nodded. "I am."

Yelena froze as she held the hardcover in her hand. "Why aren't these everywhere?! It's great!" She asked questions and wanted to ask many others, but you held up your hand and leaned up from the back of your couch. "No one bought them." You took the book from her hand.

The touch of your fingers on her skin made her burn with pleasure.

"I would," Yelena said.

You looked up at her and her puppy dog eyes. "Take them."

"The whole box?"

You nodded.

Yelena waited for the joke to end, but you just looked at her until the room's silence continued for too long. And when your eyes darted away, that's when Yelena took a look around the room one more time.

Boxes of your things. Envelopes on top. No personal pictures throw about. Your work- a story the two of you loved waiting to be given away.

It dawned on her.

Yelena's eyes found the top of your head. "No." She said as tears slowly filled her eyes. "Please..." She said when you didn't look up, instead re-reading the back of the book repeatedly.

Yelena wanted you to look at her to see if this was really your plan. She reached forward and grabbed the book from your hand with ease and threw it into your bedroom door. You jumped and looked up.

Tears were in your eyes, too.

"Y/N..." Yelena said as she crouched in front of you, her voice the opposite of her previous action. Soft. "Yelena..." Your voice cracked as tears slipped down your cheek.

This time, Yelena went with her gut as she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close and letting you sob into her shoulder.

Apologies and a bunch of mind-twisting truths spilled from you as Yelena did nothing but hold you close and whisper into your ear about how much you changed her life tonight.

_

You watched as Diane, a mom of two daughters, talked about a night recently when her oldest asked them where their daddy had gone.

You held back the tears in your throat as you couldn't help but picture if that had been you people asked questions about. If you weren't sitting in a metal chair, that did shit for your back.

When Diane was finished, the time had hit six o'clock, meaning that group was over.

As people filed out, you hung back to stack the chairs with the leader, Lizzie—a thrifty-something brunette who had green eyes that reminded you of another.

"Any plans this weekend?" She asked to break up, the only sound being the clanking of the chairs. You shrugged. "Maybe go to the beach." Lizzie nodded. "And the writing?" She asked. "Has that been going well?"

You stopped as you put up the last chair.

"If you want to save it for group, we can." She said as she placed a hand on your arm. You shook your head. "It's fine." Lizzie nodded with an understanding smile. "I just have this one idea about a character. But... I don't know." Lizzie patted your arm before she pulled her hand away. "Well, I think it sounds great. Something that you should keep exploring."

You nodded, knowing she was right. Like always. It was kind of annoying but in a fun way.

"See you Monday?" She asked as you walked to the exit. "Same time." You replied, making Lizzie send you a thumbs up.

You took one last look at her green eyes before leaving through the double door. Immediately, you were attacked by someone you had not been expecting. "Jesus, Agatha! What the fuck!" You shouted at your friend and boss. "Gotcha!" She winked and pulled you close.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as she let you go. "Saving you from taking the subway, hon." She replied as she rounded her car. "You coming?" She asked, knowing that she wouldn't take no for an answer.

You followed.

"You know..." You said as Agatha pulled out of her illegal parking spot. "You don't have to keep picking me up every Friday. I'll be fine."

"I know." She replied. "I want to." You nodded and let your defense down. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." She said as she hit the CD button. "Besides, I want to show you a display I was working on today."

You looked over at Agatha. "Okay." You said before tilting your head. "It's not another Collen Hoover display because I swear to Go-" Agatha stopped you. "That was a prank one time!!" You rolled your eyes. "One too many." You mumble, making Agatha slap your arm.

The drive wasn't long, but it was long enough where your mind kept floating back to Yelena, how she held you night and stayed by your side for the weeks that followed. How you struggled and fought with your own mind and body. The good days and bad. The days that became worse.

She was there.

But it wasn't becoming easy for the blonde. How were you to know that Yelena had been pushing work off for a month after your first night together? How she wanted to protect you. How she stayed up shopping your book around to different publishers for hours after you fell asleep next to her.

Or even how she didn't hear your confessions of more fall from your lips because she had fallen asleep as you laid on her chest.

"How's Yelena?" As if Agatha could sense where your thoughts had gone, she asked a question to make you frown. "She was gone this morning." You replied, making Agatha immediately take her eyes off the road to look at you. "She what!"

"10 and 2!" You shouted. Once the car was not going to crash, you looked over at the older woman. "Yeah, she was gone this morning, and all of my calls and texts haven't been answered." You looked down at your phone and back to Agatha. "Did I do something wrong?" You asked.

"No." Agatha instantly replied. "You did nothing wrong. Besides. Let's not jump to any conclusions she maybe got busy with her sister or something."

The thought of texting Natasha had crossed your mind, but a part of you was scared, and you didn't want to have someone else worry about your dangerous thoughts.

"Alright. Let's pop in quickly, and then I'll walk you home." Agatha said as she parked the car and threw off her seatbelt. Excited to show you the new display. You follow suit at about less than half the excitement.

Agatha waited at the front door and let you go in first, but you stopped in the open doorway when you lifted your eyes. "Go!" Agatha pushed you in as you froze, staring at Yelena.

Agatha quickly followed in and locked the door behind herself.

Yelena stared back at you with a smile. "Come here." Yelena quietly said with an outstretched hand.

"Where were you?" You asked with your voice not as gentle. "In Jersey," Yelena replied, making you tilt your head as you took steps closer as you knew she wasn't lying.

You went to ask a million more questions, but Yelena surprised you by taking steps forward to grab your hand in hers. "I'm sorry I ignored you today. But I promise Y/N Y/L/N I'll never do that again." You looked into her green eyes and could feel the love. "I just want to surprise you."

"Surprise me?"

Yelena hated surprises, so this intrigued you more.

She nodded with a big grin before biting her bottom lip and turning around. Yelena pulled you to the spinning book display.

"That's my book..." You said. Yelena watched your eyes dance across the multiple copies. "It says my name. My real name..." You watched Yelena's hands pick up a copy and hand it to you.

With the spine facing you.

At the bottom of the spine, it had a publishing house logo.

Your mouth moved up and down as your emotions threatened to spill out. Yelena could see it, too. "Here." Her voice was light and soft as she took your hand and moved it to the back of the book.

Inside was a picture that Yelena had taken of your first night together. It's you standing at the bottom of the red stairs in Times Square, looking up. Yelena couldn't help it as you looked beautiful. But Yelena's favorite part of the picture is that you could see your two moles.

And on the inside of this copy, Yelena drew the tiniest line underneath them.

A smile.

"Yelena..." You swallowed a sob as you looked up to her. "Detka." She responded as you still had no idea what it meant. She saw the tears in your eyes and brought her hand to your cheek. "You did this for me?" You asked, forcing a laugh from Yelena.

"It's only because I love you."

That broke you.

You collapsed into her arms as Yelena kissed the sides of your face and head. "I lobe yov too!" Yelena's shoulder muffled your declaration.

But she heard you and smiled.

"I'm proud of you," Yelena whispered into your ear. "Thank you." You whispered back, only to earn a shake of the head. "You don't need to thank me for something that's honest and easy. You did all the hard work." You looked up at her. "I'll be here," Yelena said.

"I'm happy you came in here that night."

"Me too."

As your lips pressed against hers in a passionate kiss, Agatha adverted her eyes and found herself being unwanted at this moment.

Meanwhile, as you and Yelena separated from one another, you both couldn't help but think how different your lives would be if Yelena hadn't stepped into this shop...

But two years later, as you found yourselves at a party celebrating your second book about a hot blonde female spy, Yelena held a box in her pocket.

Happy that she'd never have to know any other life besides this one.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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Shattered

Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Summary: Kate finds herself in a sticky situation.

Warnings: mind control, choking

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: short and sweet and also there is no context behind this ur just dropped into the middle of the action so. enjoy

The Red Room hadn’t died. It never would, the same way HYDRA wouldn’t. There would always be survivors to scrounge through the rubble, to sprout off a new branch. This time, the scientists had survived. The ones who knew exactly how Yelena worked, who had her brain and her nerves mapped out, who had planted kill switches and failsafes deep inside of her.

Yelena grits her teeth, deadly gaze set straight onto Kate. There’s no question in Kate’s mind: she is about to die.

Yelena jumps at her, swinging a kick out at Kate’s feet. Her fists are a blur, colliding with Kate’s ribs and gut and jaw. Kate fights back, manages to land a hit here and there, but she’s outclassed. Blood fills her mouth and stains her teeth. She grasps for the trick arrowheads in her pocket, the ones she had been tinkering with all morning, and pierces one into Yelena’s shoulder.

It electrocutes her. She convulses briefly, giving Kate a chance to step back and suck in a few breaths. But then Yelena forces her arm up and yanks it out, tearing her flesh in the process. For a moment Kate is overcome with guilt.

With a growl, Yelena wraps a hand around Kate’s throat and squeezes. Her breath is hot and familiar, but her eyes are distant. Cold. Her other arm pushes her back until they reach a wall. Kate thrashes helplessly.

“Please,” Kate croaks, her vision already fading at the edges. “Lena, please, don’t-”

“Shut up!” Yelena spits, shoving Kate back and letting her head bounce off of brick.

She’s run out of oxygen. She’s run out of oxygen and now she’s seeing stars, and she’s pretty sure her rib is fractured, and Yelena is just staring into her eyes, angry. But it’s not Yelena, not really.

In last-ditch desperation, Kate pretends to pass out. It’s something she always thought about when watching movies — the bad guy always lets go when the victim passes out, so why don’t they just fake it? It’s not hard to go limp, physically. But it feels like giving up, and that goes against everything in Kate’s bones.

Yelena’s hand releases. It leaves Kate’s skin cold.

Kate collapses onto the floor and doesn’t dare open her eyes, even as she hears Yelena walk away. She forces herself to take quiet breaths, not gasp the way she desperately needs to, and screws her eyes shut to will away the look Yelena gave her. She doesn’t move.

A voice pulls her into consciousness, harsh and whispered. Kate has the most excruciating headache of her life.

“What the hell happened?” Clint asks, squatting down beside her.

She coughs.

“Jesus Christ, kid. Do you think you can stand up?”

A couple of doctors check her out, but she’s released from the hospital the same day with strict orders to rest. It’s convenient, really. Nothing to do but lay on her couch and think about her situationship nearly murdering her.

The day she gets a knock on her door, her bruises are healing. The handprint on her neck is still distinct, purplish-yellow, and her black eye is more of a maroon eye. She’s gotten bored of Survivor binges.

She flinches when she opens the door and sees Yelena. Then she feels bad for flinching.

“Hi,” Yelena says softly, frowning. “Can I come in?”

Kate’s self-preservation instinct is screaming no, clawing at the door to try to push it closed, but it loses. She swallows and steps aside.

They sit facing each other on Kate’s couch. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t look into Yelena’s eyes without seeing that cold, lethal stare. So she looks down instead.

“I’m so sorry,” Yelena breathes, her voice weak and vulnerable. “I… I didn’t want to hurt you, I would never hurt you.”

But you did, Kate catches herself thinking. She shakes her head, says scratchily, “It wasn’t you.”

Yelena glances down at Kate’s throat. Her eyes lock on to the bruise, widening immediately. “Oh god. I-I did that?”

Kate immediately wishes she had worn a scarf. “It wasn’t you.”

And then, Kate can’t believe what she sees. Yelena Belova’s eyes fill with tears. “I’m so sorry, Kate, I didn’t mean to-”

“It wasn’t you,” Kate repeats, firmly this time. Her gaze hardens. “It was them. And I’m not going to let them do that to you again.”

“I could’ve killed you,” Yelena whispers, oblivious to Kate’s words.

“You didn’t.” Probably by pure chance, but still. “Yelena, you didn’t.”

Yelena purses her lips, still refusing to let any tears fall. She’s never hated herself more.

Kate doesn’t know what to do. As much as she wants to pull Yelena into her arms, to promise to her that nothing has changed and everything is going to be okay, she can’t. Not when the thought of Yelena’s hands on her makes her skin crawl.

“How did you… come back?”

“I don’t know,” Yelena mutters. “I woke up in a SHIELD lab. I, I wanted to find you, and then Clint said that I-” her voice catches. “That I hurt you.”

Something swells in Kate’s chest. “Stop saying that.”

“I’m sorry.”

Kate closes her eyes, slumping back into the couch. Yelena uses the opportunity to wipe her eyes and swallow the lump in her throat. If someone had told her a few months ago that she would be falling apart just because she beat someone up, she would’ve slit their throat.

“Do they know what caused it?” Kate asks, keeping her eyes shut.

Yelena exhales. “Not really. A chemical of some kind. In the smoke bomb.”

“Was it just… were you going to kill anyone you saw? Or was it just me?”

Yelena wishes she knew the answer. “It couldn’t have just been you, Kate.”

She opens her eyes.

“I didn’t know you when they programmed me,” Yelena states, trying to convince herself as much as Kate. “It couldn’t just be you.”

“Okay,” Kate says softly. Suddenly, anger surges through her. Someone programmed Yelena. Someone hijacked her brain, her free will. Took away her power. She decides right then that she’ll make them pay, even if it’s the last thing she does. The rage burns through her and fogs her vision.

“Kate,” Yelena’s voice cuts through. She’s close to Kate now, searching for a hint of anything on her face. Kate’s not one to zone out. “Say something.”

She blinks and finds Yelena’s wide eyes. “Sorry.”

Yelena furrows her eyebrows. “You are thinking about something.”

“I’m not going to let them do that to you again,” Kate says sharply.

The air between them is tense. Yelena knows that’s not possible, that one person can’t protect her from the Red Room’s endless reach, but at the same time knowing that someone wants to try brings a lump back to her throat.

“If it happens again, I don’t want you near me,” Yelena rasps.

“I’m not abandoning you.”

Yelena exhales slowly. “I won’t let myself hurt you-”

“I’m not letting them do that to you again,” Kate repeats. “And you can’t stop that.”

“I’m sorry,” Yelena mumbles, almost whimpers, and Kate doesn’t care about her skin crawling anymore.

She pulls her into a crushing hug, presses herself as close to Yelena as she can, feels herself immediately calm down. Yelena closes her eyes and runs her hands across Kate’s back. They sink deeper into each other, breathe in the fact that they’re both alive and okay. It might not be that way forever.

#bishova #kate bishop #yelena belova #kate bishop x yelena belova #angst #marvel #mcu #bishova angst #comfort #hurt/comfort #kinda? #protective kate

[crybabycunt]

Enemy Agent: Where is Kate Bishop?

Yelena: You don't own a gun confident enough to ask me about her whereabouts.

Agent: (cocks gun in Yelena’s direction) Well, this gun says answer the damn question.

Yelena: (pulls out a military-grade pistol with mods) Well, this gun doesn't talk.

#protective yelena is hot af yelena #bishova #bishlova #kate bishop #yelena belova #black widow #hawkeye #crack #funny #bishlova incorrect quotes #bishova incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #yelena belova incorrect quotes #kate bishop incorrect quotes #source: the harder they fall

[fangurltrashcannn]

who's afraid of little old me

well you should be

#ttpd #yelena #yelena belova #black widow #hawkeye #she's my everything and I will protect her sweet little heart at all costs #number one tortured poet #she doesnt deserve to hurt #lord take her pain and give it to literally anyone else #so what if she's killed people I love her

[natasha-romanoff-deserved-better]

HOT TAKE BUT in black widow, Yelena’s “you… you were my everything” should have been said to Natasha, not Alexei

#no im not apogolizing #IM RIGHT #natasha is the only one who protected her #her big sister #i think about bby yelena so much #and bby nat #GOD #yelena belova #natahsa romanoff #black widow #black widow 2021 #marvel #mcu

[inkblot-inc]

Jaws knows Nat, Yelena, and Wanda can handle themselves but they still have a signal when they’re out and someone gets too pushy. Because let’s face it, all Jaws has to do is smile and the person goes running.

of course of course.

The three of them usually handle social situations themselves with Jaws lagging behind sometimes, but trust- one meaningful gesture their way and Jaws is always ready to put God's Week-Old Leftovers in their place.

#jaws au #nat wanda and yelena have jaws as security detail #jaws is always on *go* #jaws is mad protective over their loved ones #they protecc and attacc #if the person's especially persistent they'll live to regret it #*probably* #jaws may or may not need a reminder not to maim the person- #jaws is not a social butterfly #jaws and nat time #jaws and wanda’s sibling dynamic #yelena and jaws are chaos incarnate #yelena belova #wanda maximoff #jaws maximoff #natasha romanoff #mutant!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #j.headcanons #ib/jaws #ink.yelena #ink.wanda #ink.nat #ib-jc.

[shiningstarr15]

Hi!! Here's a request if you're interested! Maybe we could see some Yelena taking care of Natasha...maybe Natasha has a nightmare and wants Yelena to hold her (since it's usually the other way around) but she feels embarrassed so she tries to cover up her clinginess, but Yelena figures it out and assures her that Yelena wants to comfort Natasha just as much as Natasha comforts Yelena

Feel free to change this around or just completely ignore it lol, either way I'm in love with your stories and super excited for what'll happen next!!

Hii thanks so much for your request! I really did enjoy this one even though it took me about a week to write it fully �� I really hope that you like what came out and hopefully it makes sense since it was written out in pieces. (I work in a school and fall break is approaching so my body is going into early burnout lol)

Hope you enjoy!

And once again, I can’t write short stories to save my life 😬

TW- PTSD, minor injury, implied past abuse

Word count- 3,980

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It was at least a quarter til noon when the blonde assassin started to stir.

Yelena slowly opened her eyes, stretching her arms a little to the side and letting out a low groan before flopping her arms back down. She was very tempted to just pull the covers over her head.

Between going back and forth from being a leader of the quest to free all the remaining widows, and playing off the stereotypical annoying little sister to the one Natasha Romanoff, Yelena was exhausted.

Of course, it was no secret which role she preferred.

As happy as she was to be helping free the widows from the mind control that sapped away their freedom and free will, and the joy she felt giving that to them was unparalleled, there was still the more selfish side that wanted to make up for the childhood that she lost. The one she should’ve had with her family. The one she wanted with her sister. .

And now she had a second chance at it.

Yelena grinned a tiny grin as she decided to yank the covers off her and get ready for the day. It was pretty late even for her but she didn’t have any missions for a hot minute while Melina whipped up another batch of the antidote. So she had plenty of time to just be the annoying sister she was always destined to be.

After brushing her teeth Yelena bounded her way into the front room to greet her favorite sister with a smile on her face.

When she got to the front of the safe house she spotted her sister, sluggishly making a pot of coffee.

Natasha turned her head a bit to offer her sister a small grin.

And Yelena immediately knew something was off.

Natasha’s entire body was stiff and sluggish, their were dark bags under her eyes from where she had obviously lost sleep at some point, and the grin on her face was way too forced.

And if Yelena wasn’t a trained assassin, she may have missed the ever so slight flinch from Natasha when she heard Yelena bounding in the room.

Yelena’s mood immediately flattened as she took in the stoic stature of someone who was clearly just going through the motions, as she realized that the person in front of her was not her sister Natasha.

But of her persona, the Black Widow.

“Morning, Lena” Natasha practically slurred in a very monotone voice.

Yelena slumped, taking note of the lack of inflection in her sister’s voice. A clear indication that something was off. However, she still had chose to address her with one of her endearing nicknames. This didn’t go unnoticed.

Therefore, the blonde assumed that perhaps her sister was just in a bad mood, and decided she just needed to cheer her up.

Cue the endearing yet annoying little sister.

“You know, it isn’t really morning anymore if it’s only a few minutes til noon, poser,” Yelena quipped back, mischief radiating from her eyes scanning for her sister’s reaction.

However, Natasha’s face remained stoic and expressionless as she responded

“Oh yea. You’re right, sorry. Good afternoon,” Natasha corrected herself. She gave her sister a tiny grin but other than that didn’t make any other remark.

Now Yelena was worried.

Never in a million years would she just admit that her baby sister was right about something. It was the unwritten code of the sister handbook. The big sister was always right, even when she was wrong.

So she decided to change tactics.

Yelena padded softly over to where Natasha was busying herself with pouring a bowl of cereal, no doubt being for her. She stood behind her and slowly wrapped her arms around her sisters waist, gingerly placing her chin on Natasha’s shoulder and peering over it. Natasha’s tension melted ever so slightly but she was still obviously stiff.

Yelena cocked her head a little to the side, her golden greens gazing into Natasha’s own pools of emerald. The blonde immediately noticed how that natural sparkle in her eyes was not present. They just looked… empty.

Yelena felt her heart crack at the sight of her big sister looking so void of emotion. She hadn’t seen her this closed off since their impromptu reunion back in Budapest just a few weeks ago. And even then, there was still some spark behind those cold peering eyes when she laid them onto her.

Yelena watched as the cereal fell from the box into the bowl. As Natasha reached over to grab the milk, Yelena put her arm out to stop her.

“I don’t want milk in it.”

It was a cheap move that was sure to backfire. Even in her worst state, Natasha’s big sister instincts had to kick in to make sure she wasn’t deprived of nutrients.

“Ok then, here.”

Not a fight to be had.

Yelena shoved herself away from her sister’s grasp and just gaped at her, her eyes widened in fear and worry. Natasha’s stance stiffened back up as her own eyes widened a little at the quick action.

“Ok, who are you and what have you done with my sister?” Yelena questioned. It was a playful inquiry but her position remained completely serious. She truly did not know this person in front of her right now.

Natasha remained neutral, standing there slightly slumped over with the bowl of dry cereal. She pursed her lips into a thin line, cocking her head a bit like a confused puppy.

“What are you talking about? I’m right here.” Natasha deadpanned. Yelena looked at her with bewilderment.

“No. My sister wouldn’t just stand there and let me be a smartass to her freely and she definitely wouldn’t let me eat just sugar.” Yelena took a step forward, her eyes staring at Natasha’s frozen, unreadable expression.

“What’s going on?”

Natasha’s face softened ever so slightly and Yelena could see that she was starting to get to her to crack. However, Natasha just swiftly turned her back to Yelena, a move that left her a little dazed.

“Nothing is wrong, Yelena. I’m just having an off kind of morning. I’ll be fine ok?” Natasha’s voice sounded sincere but also fake at the same time. Yelena bit her lip, trying to think of how to respond. She knew something was wrong with her sister, yet she had no idea how to help her.

And it frustrated her to no end.

“Fine. Be that way.” Yelena spat out in her frustration, finally just taking the bowl and marching off towards the couch. Natasha just remained in her same position standing over the counter.

With her sister’s back turned to her, Natasha leaned a little against the counter. Fighting back tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. She closed them tightly and focused on her breathing. After a minute or so, she turned around to look at her sister. She was leaning against the arm of the couch, her feet propped up as she vicariously popped little bites of cereal into her mouth. Natasha couldn’t see the expression on her face. She was kind of glad not to. She just knew it would not be a pleasant one.

After another few minutes, Yelena suddenly got up and headed back towards the kitchen. Natasha immediately threw her wall back up, feigning contentment. Meanwhile, her sister had a look of displeasure. As she put the empty bowl on the counter, she gave Natasha a once-over.

“Sorry.”

Yelena spoke in a near whisper. Natasha immediately felt her heart breaking knowing that her baby sister was distressed. She watched as Yelena just went back into the living area and sat down, arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t even attempt any kind of adoration.

So much for a good morning.

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As the night fell, Yelena found herself curled up in the bed unable to sleep. Her eyes glazed over as she tried to process the days events. Despite the little morning snuggle that she gave Natasha earlier, Yelena hadn’t made any further attempts at physical affection. Which was unusual for the usually touch starved woman.

As much as she tried not to, Yelena found herself lost in her head, debating over and over whether or not Natasha’s unusual behavior was her doing or not. Had she finally taken it too far and Natasha was fed up with Yelena’s overly clingy behavior? Did she do or say something that was inappropriate or too immature? Yelena knew in the back of her mind that she was a big kid in an adult’s body. When your youth is taken from you at such a young age, you tend to regress back to those simpler days, and Yelena would give anything to be a six year old again.

Despite all of this however, Yelena also knew that she was in fact an adult. She was fluent in multiple languages, could drive or pilot any kind of transportation, was mastered in every fighting style and technique, and was knowledgeable in every weapon based on texture, style, and damage it could inhibit. In the Red Room, she quickly rose in the ranks, learning faster than any other girl that came through. Eventually she was dubbed the “world’s greatest child assassin,” a title she was unsure she should be proud of or disgusted by.

Yelena was seen as a leader. She lead in multiple missions for the Red Room, often garnering her praise from both handlers and other fellow widows. She had led the group of widows charged with retrieving the antidote for the Red Room before she was ultimately freed from mind control.

And now she was in charge of freeing the remaining widows.

If she were being totally honest, Yelena wasn’t sure how she felt about being a leader. On one hand, she appreciated the respect and discipline that came with being in charge. But on the other hand, there was a lot of pressure on her shoulders for delivering answers that she simply didn’t have. It was draining to watch the young girls awake, frightened and confused, and demanding answers. So much so that she often found herself regressing to that little girl she once was in Ohio.

Though she would never admit it, she tended to get embarrassed over how childlike she could revert to. From a badass assassin to a spoiled little kid in a matter of seconds. She wondered if being around her big sister had something to do with that.

When she was around Natasha, she didn’t have to be the strong badass assassin leader. She could simply just be the little sister. She trusted Natasha with her life and knew that whatever happened, she would keep her safe.

Yelena was shaken from her thoughts by the lump beside her starting to violently twitch. Yelena furrowed her brow, sitting up slightly and propping herself up on her elbows. Natasha was usually a pretty still sleeper, hardly even stirring to move positions. The only time she even flinched was when Yelena would drape her arm over her waist.

But now the redhead turned blonde was visibly shaking under the covers, her face contorted into that of utmost discomfort. Yelena felt panic rising in her, wanting so desperately to help her big sister but unsure how. She gingerly removed the covers from herself and maneuvered over to her sister’s shaking form. She slowly rose her arm and went to place it on her sister’s shoulder.

“Natashka?”

As soon her hand made contact, Yelena watched in horror as her sister sprung up and threw herself on top of her, making a swift grab for her neck.

Yelena noticed the wild and feral look in Natasha’s eyes as she lay there gasping for air. The look was icy cold and darkened. She realized in that moment that she was dealing with the Black Widow. Her hands made quick movement to try and dislodge the firm hold but they would not budge.

“Natasha! S-stop! It’s..m-me..” Yelena gasped out. Her visionrsion was turning blurry as she continued to wrestle with the right fingers around her throat.

“ne trogay menya ili ya ub'yu tebya!” she heard the Black Widow scream out in their native tongue. Yelena’s eyes widened as she started to piece together what was going on.

Yelena was losing consciousness fast. In a last ditch effort, she pulled out her best pouty face and squeaked out the words she hoped would bring her sister back.

“…We’re both upside down...”

Almost instantaneously, the wild look in Black Widow melted away and was replaced with the shining emerald eyes of her sister. Natasha looked down and immediately removed her hands and vaulted off her sister’s waist.

Yelena gasped as the air suddenly started to flow freely back to her lungs, she placed her hand on a particularly sore spot that was for sure to bruise. As soon as she regained composure, she sat up and noticed the absolute terror that fell upon her sister as she was coming to the realization of what she had just done.

“No…”

Natasha looked down at her trembling hands and balled them into tight fists. Yelena still had her hand on her neck, gently adding pressuring to the sore spot. She froze, afraid to make any sudden movements as she contemplated what to say.

“Natasha, it’s ok, I’m..”

“I hurt you.”

Yelena felt her lip quiver slightly as her vision blurred again, this time from tears threatening to fall. She knew Natasha hadn’t meant to hurt her on purpose. The nightmares of the Red Room could be so surreal that it was hard to come back to reality. Yelena had them dozens of times. And each time it always took her a few minutes ground herself back to reality. She should’ve known Natasha would have the same issue.

“It’s ok, you didn’t mean to, I shouldn’t have touched you, I…”

Yelena trailed off as Natasha made a quick motion over toward where her sister sat. She brought her hand up to where Yelena had been rubbing the sore sport and gently went to remove it to reveal the bright purple mark.

Natasha gasped, eyes as big as saucers as she takes in her baby sister’s wound. The wound that she had caused. Natasha immediately jumped up off the bed and bolted out the bedroom door. Yelena barely had time to react before she herself was scurrying after her.

As she caught up with her, Yelena spotted her sister grabbing her laptop, burner phone, and clothes and shoving them into a backpack. Yelena felt her heart start to accelerate as she witnessed her sister’s frantic state that was deliberately avoiding eye contact with her.

“What are you doing?” Yelena’s voice was shaky as she addressed her sister. Natasha paused momentarily at the sound of her voice, still avoiding looking her in the eyes.

“I can’t stay here.”

Yelena felt panic start to rise again as she took in her sister’s frantic state. She watched as Natasha started to zip her bag and sling it around her shoulder. As she did, she spotted the set of keys sitting on the counter. As Natasha made her way over to them, Yelena dove for them and snatched them up quickly, keeping them out of her reach.

“Yelena, give me the keys.”

“No! You’re not leaving!”

Yelena knew her whining made her sound like a little kid, but in this moment in time she simply didn’t give a shit. Natasha huffed as she pivoted and made her way to the door. She’d walk instead if she had to. Yelena’s frustration was turning to anger as she watched her stubborn sister refuse to listen to reason.

“Do not walk out that door!”

Natasha stopped again, not turning around at the fear of facing her distraught sister. She continued to maintain a calm demeanor. One that was now starting to piss Yelena off.

“Please, just let me go.”

“I’m not letting you leave!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You will be if you walk out that door!”

Natasha remained there in a stand-off with the woman who was begging her to stay as if she didn’t just almost strangle the life out of her. She refused to turn around as she felt tears start to build in the corners of her eyes. She let out a deep sigh as she cocked her head a little. She was starting to lose her composure.

“I’m sorry.”

Natasha made a beeline for the door. Yelena felt as if her heart was breaking and she started to feel her breath become more and more hitched. As she watched Natasha approach the door and start to turn it, she decided to make one last attempt to stop her. Something she hadn’t done since she was 6 years old.

Yelena dove down to the ground, and latched onto her sister’s legs, effectively holding her in place.

Natasha stood there shocked, then started furiously wiggling and trying to shake her sister off. But Yelena had a vice grip on her, positioning herself up further on Natasha’s legs and coiling herself around them like a cobra.

“Let go!”

“No!”

In the midst of her sister’s wiggling and frustration, Yelena suddenly let out an ear piercing scream, stopping Natasha dead in her tracks. She hadn’t seen Yelena act like this since she was a little kid.

“pozhaluysta, ne ostavlyay menya snova…”

At those words, Natasha’s entire resolve crumbled to dust. She immediately stood stagnant, feeling as Yelena’s tears started to stain her pajama pants. When she noticed her sister no longer fighting, Yelena let go, crumbling to the floor and bringing her knees up to her face and hugging them to her chest. She was shaking like a leaf but her wailing had diminished to light whimpers as she saw Natasha drop to the floor.

Yelena poked her head up from her knees as she watched her normally strong and brave sister crumble to pieces. Tears started falling fresh from Natasha’s eyes as her entire mask fell down. She sat on her knees and let the tears fall fresh onto the ground. Yelena frowned deeply as she heard the choked sobs and whimpers coming from Natasha’s throat as her own were starting to dry on her face.

Yelena found herself frozen for the second time that night. She knew she needed to approach her, but found that she was scared of the repercussions it might bring if she made the wrong move. It was a rare occurrence that the two found their roles swapping as Yelena took care of her older sister instead of the other way around. But that’s exactly what she needed to do right now.

Yelena crawled over to where her sister was slumped down and repositioned herself right in front of her. She took in the fresh tear stains and trembling lips that placated Natasha’s face. She bent down a little to try and get Natasha to make eye contact while she contemplated what to say. But of course, she beat her to the punch.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Yelena bit her lip as she brought her hand up and under Natasha’s chin. She slowly lifted her head up until she was finally level with her eyes. Natasha’s eyes were shining with the wetness from the tears, though it was a welcome change from the hollowed out look in them Yelena saw that previous morning. She inhaled sharply through her nose before answering.

“You’re human.”

Now it was Natasha’s turn to have her lip quiver. Her eyes were more focused on the purple bruise on her sister’s neck. She felt a rush of shame course through her as she reached out to gently caress the mark. Yelena remained unmoving, trusting her sister fully.

“I did that.”

Natasha’s voice cracked as she fully started to comprehend the situation and how much she had truly hurt her sister that day.

“I hurt you.”

“You didn’t mean to,” Yelena whispered. Natasha was barely moved.

“But I still did.”

Natasha remained stubborn in her position, but Yelena was not gonna back down. She moved to place her hand on the back of Natasha’s neck, grounding her as much as she could while also openly inviting her to spill her guts.

“They got to me. I let them get to me. And I hurt you. Again…” Natasha started to confess through shaky breaths. Yelena didn’t say anything, just letting her sister say whatever she needed to say.

“I tried to fight it, so you wouldn’t see how weak I actually am. I’m your big sister. I’m… supposed to be strong,” Natasha admitted brokenly.

Yelena shook her head, moving her hand to Natasha’s chin to lift it up again. She pressed her forehead to her sister’s.

“You’re an idiot.”

Now she had Natasha’s full attention as her head snapped back. Yelena glared daggers as her sister. Natasha found herself quivering ever so slightly.

“You think that by closing yourself off that you’re protecting me? You’re only hurting yourself. And in turn, you’re hurting me. You’re pain is my pain, Natashka,” Yelena told her sincerely.

Natasha looked away for a brief second as she took in her sister’s words. Yelena remained firm in her spot, hand still on the back of Natasha’s neck.

“I could’ve killed you.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“How do you know?”

Yelena softened her gaze ever so slightly as she turned Natasha’s face back towards her.

“Because I believe in you.”

Natasha felt fresh tears start to trickle down her cheeks again. Yelena gently used the pad of her thumb to wipe one of them, feeling as Natasha leaned into the touch.

“But… what if I’m not good for you?”

Yelena furrowed her brow, breathing sharply through her nose again.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Natasha cocked her eyebrow, genuine confusion on her face, prompting Yelena to further explain.

“You are your own worst critic. Just because you don’t think you’re a good person doesn’t mean you aren’t. If I didn’t feel safe around you, I wouldn’t be here. Simple as that,” Yelena stated firmly.

Natasha finally relented and nodded her head.

“When did you become so wise, Malyshka?” Natasha told her with a slight tease back in her voice.

Yelena felt a bout of pressure leaving her chest as she saw her sister starting to listen to reason. She let go of her neck and opened her arms up, inviting her big sister to step in. Natasha obliged, practically falling onto her as Yelena held her tightly to her chest. Natasha silently wept a few stray tears into her chest while Yelena ran her fingers through her hair. After a few minutes, there were only a few sniffles that remained. Yelena chose this time to speak up.

“If you are hurting, please come to me. Whether it’s a nightmare or a bad thought. Don’t hide it from me. Promise me?”

Natasha lifted her head up, her bloodshot eyes shimmering with the love and adoration that was absent earlier. She was the proudest big sister in that moment.

“Promise.”

Yelena hummed in contentment, lifting up off her legs while helping guide Natasha up as well. She pulled the bag off her shoulders and threw it down onto the couch as she helped guide them back to the bedroom. For the first time, Yelena was the one to guide Natasha down onto her as their eyelids finally started to grow heavy. She placed a tiny kiss to her big sister’s head as she listened to the steady beat of her heart against her.

Cuddled up against her baby sister, Natasha’s nightmares ceased to exist the rest of the night, replaced with overflowing pride for the amazing and bright young woman Yelena had become.

She couldn’t have asked for a better sister.

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Translation:

ne trogay menya ili ya ub'yu tebya- don’t touch me I’ll kill you

pozhaluysta, ne ostavlyay menya snova- please don’t leave me again

#yelena belova #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow 2021 #widow sisters #natasha and yelena #mcu fanfic #mcu #marvel #sisters #angst and hurt/comfort #ptsd #nightmares #Natasha can’t deal with emotions #yelena is extremely protective #yelena is still just a little kid who wants her big sister #both of them have ptsd #minor injury tw #bruises #red room survivors #implied past abuse #heavy angst #angst with a happy ending #caring for each other #surrogate sisters

[fierceheda]

There is just something about having a black widow and a Hawkeye get together but also fight together! They would stop criminals so quickly! Kate with archery skills would stay afar to have a good viewpoint and assist Yelena with enemies that are coming towards her and shoot a zip line if yelena is getting a bit overrun. Now Yelena has her black widow skills (enough said) and would be the best at close combat and is the one to catch their target and/or retrieve files. The teamwork would be a sight to see and their success rate would be pretty high!

#kate bishop #yelena belova #bishova #hawkeye #bishlova #the teamwork!! #that’s all I ask for pls #Yelena would definitely help kate to be a better fighter #so kate can protect herself because yelena values all the time spent together 🥺 #so new season when???

[broifoundher]

You were cuddling onto Yelena’s side, your face buried in the crook of her neck while she had one arm wrapped around your body, holding you close.

All of a sudden, as you were dozing off, Kate came knocking on the front door far too harshly for any normal being, startling you out of your daze.

And in that moment, maybe, just maybe Yelena wanted to kill Kate.

Just maybe.

#protective yelena belova #yelena belova x you #yelena belova imagine #short #fanfic #fanfiction

[foulbearobservation]

I wanna do a poker face au so bad but it's such a good show and concept that I don't rly wanna just paste my blorbos onto it y'know?

#I'm leaning towards more of like an unwilling odd couple who gets into shenanigans #like Kate knows when anybodys lying immediately and it gets her into trouble and Eleanor hires Yelena to protect her #but they need to go on the run #so they're just cross country road tripping and scraping by and Yelena's not a super spy she's just a very tired mob enforcer

[benjinoff13]

I’m just so scared they’re gonna use thunderbolts to tell us nat and bucky used to be a thing and I really really really really really do no want that so that’s why I don’t want bucky there, I’m also scared he’ll remind yelena of the red room I also just really don’t like him

#everything I do say or want is to protect nat and yelena #thunderbolts #mcu #marvel #james barnes #bucky #natasha romanoff #yelena belova

[me-uglypretty]

i don't want to point fingers but yelena belova playing football is her kicking the goal into the opponent's net and cheering then throwing her hands up when everyone scolds her. "what?? I made a goal!!! why are you yelling??? AHHH you will never be happy!" and she wouldn't know till the end of the game that she made a mistake.

#she's smol n must be protect n she's just having fun!!! #yelena may not understand the game but best believe she's gonna play with her whole heart #also yes totally not a reflection of ingrid and laia's first goals #yelena belova #me-uglypretty talks

[themculibrary]

I'm looking for a fic where nat and yelena have just been brought into shield by clint. I can't remember if they are both teenagers or if just yelena is. It was pretty long, like >100k words

I remember basically nothing else lol, do you have any idea what this could be?

could it be this fic?

i won't let go of your hand (ao3) - Charlie_Balle eventual maria/natasha N/R, 258k

Summary: Yelena Belova was seventeen when her sister broke her out of the Red Room. She was seventeen when her sister brings home the man sent to kill her. She was seventeen when she became the youngest SHIELD agent known to date. 

#answered #anonymous #found #ao3 #200k #not rated #yelena centric #yelena boleva #natasha romanoff #clint barton #au #protective!natasha #protective!phil #bamf!maria #shield

[imapaintedwhore]

This scene but make it young Sam and Dean. Or genderbend au Samantha and Deanna.

This response is exactly how I think young Deanna would protect young Samantha if the occasion happened.

“She’s only six.”

“You were even younger.”

Deanna’s response to wanting to protect her younger sister from the hunting world.

#genderbend #spn #alternate universe #deanna winchester #samantha winchester #black widow #natasha romonova #yelena belova #their relationship and story but make them genderbend Sam and Dean #young dean winchester #gifset #protective older sibling

[vampirebucky]

wait a minute have i found another yelena enjoyer 👀

how could you NOT enjoy this ball of sunshine <3

#i will protect her with my last breath she is my angel baby !!!!!! #yelena belova #yelena #ask

[c-dria]

The Hydra Healer

Chapter 8: The Party

Warnings: alcohol, flinching, panic attack, attempted sexual assault (mild)

“So this is a normal thing?” You ask, watching as Wanda takes her strange hot stick and wraps another lock of your hair around it.

“Yes, Tony likes to throw parties and invite very rich, important people. They're usually at least a little fun.” Wanda explains, admiring her handiwork. She has been curling your hair for almost an hour. It looks so different than your usual rat's nest that no matter how many times you brush through with your fingers, there always seem to be more knots. You carefully touch one of the curls, amazed as is bounces up and down while maintaining its curl. “It's so beautiful, thank you Wanda!” You exclaim.

“You are beautiful, myshka” Natasha smiles at you, entering the bathroom with three different dresses on her arm. “So, which one of these do you like? I have others too, if you want to see more.”

Your jaw drops as she holds up each dress one by one. They're all stunning, and more fancy than anything you've ever seen, let alone worn before. The first one is a floor length, sky blue gown with white lace trim. The second is dark purple velvet with a plunging neckline and a jeweled shoulder strap. The last one she holds up is a dark mauve gown with a sweetheart neckline, silver jewels adorn the bodice, and it flares out slightly at the bottom, which has a slightly darker pink lace peeking out from beneath the hem. Nervously, you ask “Which one do you like best?”

“No no no, y/n. This is your choice. You can make whatever decision you want, okay? Which one do you like?” Yelena asks, stepping into the room beside Natasha. She is wearing a knee length emerald green dress with a black sash at the waist and black straps.

You bite your lip. “Can I wear the pink one, please?” You ask.

Natasha smiles widely, “Of course, y/n. I'll leave it on the chair here. Wanda, how much longer do you think you'll be? Tony wants an eta.”

“Not long, I still have to do y/n's make up though and then get dressed myself. Just make him a drink, he won't even notice how late we are.” Wanda winks at you as she says this.

“Oh, drinks! Yes, the most important part of any party. Also, the only reason I am wearing high heels.” Yelena says excitedly. “I will be right back.”

Natasha groans as Yelena leaves. “This isn't going to end well. I'm going with her.” She leaves too. Wanda sets down her phone and opens a drawer and pulls out a bag of different brightly colored eyeshadows. “Now for the fun part,” she smiles at you. Ten minutes later, as she's putting the finishing touches of blush on your cheeks, Yelena comes back with two drinks in each hand. Setting one on the counter and handing another one to you, she says “Drink up, y/n. You're going to need it. There are so many boring old men downstairs already and Tony said this is only half of his guestlist.” She downs half the drink in one swallow. You smell the drink curiously. It's pink and cold, the condensation dripping down the side of the ornate crystal glass.

“What's in it?” You ask.

“I don't know, I stopped asking questions after the bartender added tequila. But it's very sweet. You'll like it” she encourages you. You take a small sip, licking your lips. A smile lights up your face and you eagerly take another, larger sip.

“Isn't it wonderful? I think so too.” Yelena says, grinning at your reaction to the drink.

“Just be careful, you two. And y/n? You should put the dress on now. I left shoes by the door, too.” Wanda warns as she leaves the room to get dressed. Yelena follows Wanda out, giving you privacy to change. The fabric of the gown is so soft, and it fits you perfectly. After putting the shoes on too, you understand what Yelena meant about high heels. As pretty as they are, they are not comfortable. Absent mindedly finishing the drink Yelena gave you, you start to feel excited. You have never looked this pretty before. Not that hydra was big on mirrors, but there you had been given starchy, ill-fitting shirts and pants, always in varying shades of grey. This dress makes you feel like a princess in one of Morgan's favorite movies.

Bucky stands at the doorway to Natasha's room, looking dashing in a dark blue suit with a pink tie that matches your dress perfectly. He holds out his arm, to lead you downstairs and you blush. “You look stunning, doll” Bucky smiles at you. You wrap your hands around his arm and let him lead you towards the loud music. He stops at the door, turning to look at you seriously. “If this is too much, just tell me and we can leave. It's up to you, y/n. You are in control tonight,” he promises. You smile up at him gratefully.

“Thank you, Bucky. I appreciate you,” you tell him, biting your lip.

The next couple of hours seem to fly by. The music is loud and quite a few people approach to talk to Bucky. You cling to his arm like a lifeline until Yelena hands you another drink. “Come dance with me, y/n!” Yelena grabs your arm before you can respond, pulling you onto the dance floor with her. You try to copy her ridiculous movements but she groans. “Alright, new plan y/n, finish that drink and then we will try again. No offense, but you look like Cap the robot. Haven't you ever danced before?” Yelena motions towards your still full cup of the same sweet pink drink she gave you hours earlier. You quickly chug the entire glass, hoping to appease Yelena. She smiles and hands you her cup as well, still mostly full. “Drink up,” she advises. You again down the drink, a warmth starting to flow through you. You try again to copy Yelena's dance moves, much more enthusiastically this time. She smiles and throws her arms around you, and the two of you dance until you trip and fall over. “It's these damn heels,” Yelena explains, helping you up. Bucky, who had been watching you, is at your side immediately, wrapping his arm protectively around your waist.

“Let's let you sit down, okay doll?” He asks, leading you towards the bar and helping you onto a stool. Yelena sits down next to you. A tall blonde woman approaches and asks Bucky to dance with her. He hesitates, looking at you wearily.

“Go, Bucky. Have fun. I'll be fine with Yelena.” You encourage him.

“Yes, I promise that y/n will be fine without you staring at her for five minutes. Go.” Yelena shoos Bucky away. As he disappears into the throng of people, Yelena jumps up. “I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back.” And she runs off. You smile after her, amused by her exuberance. A man, roughly mid forties sits down in the stool that Yelena just left and smiles wolfishly at you, licking his lips.

“Hello gorgeous. What's a pretty thing like you doing without a drink? Here.” He picks up a cup from the tray of a waitress walking by and shoves it towards you. It's not the same thing Yelena had been giving you all night, it's darker in color, and it smells stronger. “It's rude to not accept drinks, girl, I was just being nice.” His words, while seemingly innocuous, carry a sinister tone. You hastily grab the cup and take a small sip, hoping that by doing as he wants, he will leave you alone. He smiles at you, but not a normal smile, it's more like a smile that a lion gives to a wounded antelope, when the hunter knows they have their prey cornered and alone. “I haven't seen you around here before, what's your name?”

“It's y/n, sir,” you say, staring pointedly down at the drink.

“Well, y/n, why don't you drink some more and we can have a little fun? I really like being called 'sir'” the man chuckles, pushing the drink closer to you. You chug the rest of the drink, even though it's not nearly as sweet as the tequila that Yelena gave you earlier, and it's burning your throat. You hope that by doing what this man wants, he will leave you alone, or that Bucky or Yelena will see him and intervene. No, stop it! You are not a prisoner anymore, you do not need to be saved! You can get yourself out of this, y/n. As a prisoner, you were a pathetic, shell of a girl, barely even human, but you are not her anymore. Save yourself. The voice in your head is screaming and you want to listen to her, but you know that if you freak out on this guy here, in the middle of the party, Tony will be incredibly angry, and you would ruin everyone's night. So you stare stoically down at your now-empty cup, until the man roughly grabs your wrist. “Do you need another drink, y/n? Or are you ready to have some fun with me?” You clench your jaw, determined to not have a full on panic attack here in the middle of the party. You sit still, your whole body tense as the man puts his other hand on your shoulder and pulls you into him. “please don't” you whisper, as he puts one hand on the back of your head and starts to yank your face towards his. You screw your eyes shut, terrified of what is to follow, when suddenly you feel his hands ripped off of your body.

“Leave. Her. Alone.” Loki seethes, standing over the man, who is now on the floor. You start trembling, scared of what just happened, scared of how angry Loki is, scared of how many people are now looking at the three of you. Loki turns to look at you, and upon seeing your fear, his features soften and he steps fully between you and the man on the floor, holding out his hands in an effort to be as non-threatening as possible. “It's okay now, y/n. Let's get you out of here, okay? You're safe, miguardian. I won't let anyone harm you.” Loki promises, waiting for you to reach for his hand, very carefully not touching you or forcing you in any way. You cautiously grab his outstretched hand and he leads you towards the door, away from all the people and the loud music and the strange drinks, up the stairs through a couple hallways until he reaches a black door, adorned with emerald and gold gemstones. He sits you down on his bed and he starts speaking softly to you, describing in great detail the flower garden his mother tended back in Asgard. You very slowly begin to calm down, Loki's words falling on deaf ears as you start to process what just happened. The more you think about that man, however, the more panicked you become, tensing up and trembling until you can no longer even take a single, full deep breath. Struggling to breathe, you panic even harder, rocking back and forth until you feel an overwhelming sensation of nausea and you bolt towards Loki's bathroom. While you're throwing up, you feel Loki's fingers deftly lift your hair, holding it back while you vomit again and again. You're vaguely aware of knocking and heavy footsteps and then Clint and Thor are in the bathroom too, which is confusing and you start to whimper, beyond terrified at this point, “please don't hurt me, I'm sorry, I can do better, I'll comply, please don't, I'm sorry, please.” Clint swears under his breath and leaves, but Thor begins to bombard Loki with questions; how did this happen? Is y/n okay? Why is she in your room?

Clint returns with Natasha and Bucky. Natasha immediately sits down next to you on the floor and starts rubbing your back. “It's okay now, you're safe, everything's okay, just breathe, myshka.”

Bucky zeroes in on Loki and yells “What did you do to her? I left her alone for five minutes and she was fine! What did you do?!”

Thor steps in front of Loki protectively. Loki doesn't move from his current position, still gently holding your hair back, thoroughly unconcerned about the pissed off super soldier yelling at him. Thor starts to explain what Loki told him, about the man who touched you and how Loki intervened, but Bucky isn't listening. When he left you at the bar, you were fine, happy and laughing, and now you're a crying mess, in Loki's room. He believes that Loki hurt you, and no amount of rational explanations will change his mind. He steps toward Loki menacingly and you do the one thing (involuntarily) that stops Bucky in his tracks every single time. You flinch.

Bucky drops down to one knee next to Loki and Natasha, his eyes brimming with concern for you. “Are you okay doll?” He asks. You nod, too terrified to speak. There are too many people in this small room, too much anger. “Can we go back to my room now? Can you stand up?” He asks. Again, you nod, shakily getting to your feet, wanting so badly to appease him, to quell his anger. He gently wraps his arm around your waist and leads you out of Loki's room. Once in his room, he hands you a t-shirt and goes into his own bathroom to let you change in private. You quickly change and sit on the edge of his bed. He comes and sits down next to you. “I never should have left you doll, I'm sorry.” He apologizes. You shake your head and take a deep breath.

“I could have fought him. I could have broken his arms when he put his hands on me. I could have won that fight, easily. He's only human. Were you ever afraid? To fight? To use what hydra gave you? Because I, I'm terrified and it doesn't make any sense because I was trained to fight, I know how to fight and still, I froze tonight. I was afraid that if I hurt that man, then I was exactly the kind of monster hydra made me to be.”

Bucky looks at you sadly. “I'm afraid all the time, doll. I may have been a soldier before hydra, but I was drafted into that war. And then hydra drafted me again. But now, I have a choice. Every single fight I get involved in, every single person or evil I fight against, I do so because I choose to do it. I am actively choosing to use my powers for good. It doesn't matter where I learned these skills, as long as now I'm only using them for good. You can use your skills for good, now.” As he's talking, Bucky lays down on his bed, pulling the comforter back, allowing a space for you to lay down next to him. You hesitantly lay down next to him, involuntarily relaxing when he tucks the blanket around you. He lays with one arm underneath his head and the other one around your waist, possessively. He falls asleep quickly, and you do too, listening to the strong, steady beating of his heartbeat, the sweetest lullaby you have ever heard.

#bucky barnes #protective #loki laufeyson #flinching #drinking #alcohol #wanda maximoff #the avengers #tony stark #yelena belova #natasha romanov #clint barton #thor odinson #hurt/comfort #falling asleep #angst