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ⴵ My Best Friend’s Little Sister | Yelena Belova ⴵ

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader

Warnings: steamy scene (no smut), blood, major injuries and ANGST

Summary: Telling your best friend Natasha about your relationship with her sister doesn’t go as planned.

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I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and place one last kiss to the inside of Yelena’s thigh before moving up her twitching body.

She’s panting and flushed in the best way possible and when I come into view above her, her hand finds its way to the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss.

Her other hand roams over my shoulder and chest, continuing down across my ribs until it settles on the small of my back.

“My God,” she mumbles against my lips, “You are amazing.”

I chuckle and pull back to look at her. “You always say that.”

Yelena’s smile mirrors my own, her eyes sparkling with adoration. “Because it’s true.”

I brush some hair off her sweaty forehead, enjoying the way she brushes her fingers over my lower back. “So are you,” I say quietly, vulnerability seeking into my voice. “You’re amazing.”

She’s not just amazing, she’s absolutely breathtaking. Since we started dating over a year ago she’s had this overwhelming grip on my heart. To say I didn’t love her would be a straight up lie, but we haven’t said that to each other yet and I’m waiting for her to say it first.

Her past has made her wary of anyone and everything, so I’m giving her the choice of whether or not she wants to take what we have to the next level.

So, for now, all I can do is repeat her sentiments back to her and hope that she somehow knows what I actually want to say.

Her green eyes dart between mine, tender and affectionate as always, but now there’s something new in them. For just a second her lips part and I think she might say something but then she just smiles again.

The tiniest bit of disappointment spreads in the pit of my stomach, but I ignore it when I remember why I snuck into her room in the first place.

I peck her lips, one, two, three times, making her giggle and settle down next to her. She turns and lays her head on my chest, her leg curling over my hips.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking and—“ I shift awkwardly as I run my fingers through her hair “— I know we talked about this before, but I really think Nat should know about us.”

Yelena stiffens but stays quiet, so I continue.

“She’s my best friend and I just— I hate keeping things from her, especially when they make me happy.“ I take the hand she’s rested on my stomach and press a kiss to her knuckles. “You make me happy, Yelena. So fucking much, and I’m tired of hiding that.”

How we’ve managed to keep our relationship a secret from Natasha all this time is still a mystery to me, but since the very start of it, the guilt of it has been eating away at me.

I wanted to tell her from day one, but Yelena insisted we keep it between the two of us. Why? I’m not entirely sure, but I respect her wishes. Since it’s been over a year since then though, I think it’s time to come clean.

“Yelena?” I nudge her, waiting nervously for a response.

Yelena sighs and sits up. She grabs the sheet and pulls it up to cover herself. “Y/N…”

I know she’s about to shut me down, but this is important to me, so I say, “Please, baby. She’s my best friend and your sister. Why don’t you want her to know?” I sit up as well and place my hand on her knee over the sheet.

“She’ll hate me for stealing you,” she whisperers after a moment of silence.

“Yelena…” I squeeze her hand and dip my head to catch her eye. “Nat could never hate you. Besides, I think she’d kick my ass long before ever thinking of kicking yours, I mean, I’m her best friend and I’m sleeping with her little sister. That’s like the biggest no-no in a friendship; Never go for the younger sibling.”

Yelena cracks the tiniest of smiles and takes my hand off her knee and interlaces her fingers with mine. “You’re not just sleeping with me though,” she argues lightly.

“No I’m not. We’re dating which is even more reason to tell her. Don’t you think she’d be happy for you? For us?” I counter argue, scooting closer so our legs are touching.

Shaking her head, Yelena sighs softly. “No, of course she’d be happy, but—It’s not just that.”

My eyebrows furrow and I tilt my head in question. “Then what is it?” I probe gently.

Green eyes find mine and I’m surprised to find something akin to shame in them.

“Hey, what is it?” I whisper, scooting even closer so I can press a kiss to her forehead.

Yelena drops the sheet and snakes her free hand to the back of my neck where she plays with my baby hairs, here eyes dropping as she admits, “It’s silly, but…this is the first thing I’ve ever had that is truly my own. Something I haven’t had to share with her. I just— I don’t want to lose that.”

I pout at her words and squeeze her hand. “Baby, hey… Please, look at me.”

Hesitantly, she raises her eyes again and I try my best to look reassuring when I say, “I get that. Trust me, I do. But you aren’t going to lose this–” I gesture between us with my free hand–“if we tell her. You aren’t going to lose me.”

Yelena bites her bottom lip and blinks rapidly to get rid of the tears that have appeared in her eyes. “Okay,” she says finally, nodding. She opens her eyes and smiles weakly. “Okay, let’s tell her.”

I beam and surge forward to press a kiss to her lips. It’s so fast that Yelena yelps in surprise before kissing back. Our intertwined hands disconnect and her free hand joins her other hand at the back of my neck.

We kiss feverishly, her tongue running over my bottom lip until I grant her access, and I use my super soldier-strength (I have Hydra to thank for that) to pick her up and get out of bed.

On instinct, her legs wrap around my waist and her grip on my neck tightens.

“Let’s—“ Kiss. “Tell her—“ Kiss. “After the mission—“ Another kiss. “Tomorrow.”

Yelena hums and I take that as a yes, so I start carrying her to the bathroom. “Shower?” I ask against her lips and, again, she just nods.

I laugh lightly and resume the kiss, barely even making it to the shower as Yelena’s lips start traveling down my neck.

Ducking behind a wall, I reload my gun and catch my breath. The deafening sound of gunfire surrounding us is making my hands shake and it takes me three times to insert the new magazine into the gun.

My mind is on the mission: secure the warehouse, grab the hostages, and get out.

The same can’t be said for Natasha, who’s crouching beside me. She raises a hand to the collar of my suit and tugs it down, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “Well, well, well. Look what we’ve go here.”

My head snaps around and I slap her hand away. “What?”

Natasha laughs, obviously not phased by the ongoing fight. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Incredulous and confused as to what she’s referring to I raise an eyebrow. “Tell you what?”

Poking my neck with her finger, which I slap away once more, Natasha states, “You’re seeing someone!”

Judging by the blank look on my face, Natasha figures that I still don’t know what she’s talking about. She rolls her eyes and points at her own neck. “You’ve got a hickey and because I know you’re not one to hook up, you must be seeing someone.”

My cheeks heat up instantly and I choke in surprise. “I— What? No!”

Damn it, Yelena.

We agreed on no hickeys in visible places. Looks like she got a bit too carried away last night.

“Yes you do!” Natasha exclaims, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who is it? Oh, don’t tell me it’s Bucky. I thought you said you didn’t like him?”

“What—No! It’s not Bucky!” I screech, bewildered. “Why would you even— You know what? Never mind, let’s just focus on the mission.”

Natasha whines. “Nooo, come on. Tell me!”

I look around the wall to make sure the coast is clear, before turning back and hissing, “Not now!”

“Fine,” Natasha shoots back. “But you have to tell me later.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Now let’s go. You take the ground floor. I’ll take the stairwell.“

Natasha smirks and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. I fight the urge to shove her and get going, entering the warehouse with a deathly grip on the handle of my gun.

The warehouse is run down and the smell of damp concrete and moss is almost overwhelming. Every window has been busted and the bricks of the walls are beginning to chip.

I continue up the stairs with my gun raised, ready to shoot, until I make it to the top level. There’s no one in sight, so I press a finger to the comms piece in my ear and ask, “Any sign of the hostages, Steve?”

“Negative.”

I huff in frustration, trying to ignore the gunfire that is still going on outside and downstairs.

I make my way past some abandoned offices and turn a couple of corners before getting to the spider web of metal walkways that stretches over the largest, main storage room.

I set a tentative foot onto one of the metal grates and put pressure on it. It creaks ominously and I retract my foot, knowing it’s not safe to walk on.

I’m about to turn around when there’s a grunt and then a thud to my left.

I spin around just in time to see Yelena and one of the Hydra agents crash through a metal door and stumble onto the walkway.

The metal groans under the load and my eyes widen. It could give out any moment and I can’t imagine watching Yelena fall to her death.

I want to shout and tell her to get off the walkway, but that would distract her and give the Hydra agent a chance to beat her.

I raise my gun and aim at the dark figure who’s driving Yelena backward and further onto the walkway with the force of his blows. It’s of no use though because I can’t get a clear shot with all the movement and I can’t risk hitting Yelena.

It seems as though she’s got everything under control though because after taking a few more hits she recovers and retaliates with such a strong kick, it knocks the Hydra agent off his feet. But then a second one bursts through a door to my right, his eyes landing on Yelena’s back.

He doesn’t see me and raises his gun in a flash. I want to scream, but he’s already pulled the trigger. My eyes squeeze shut in horror, but nothing happens.

When I dare to look again, the agent is examining his gun. He tries to fire again, but it’s quickly apparent he doesn’t have any bullets left, so he tosses the gun aside.

I raise my own gun again and aim it at him. Before I can do anything though, he pulls a knife from one of his pockets and takes off in a sprint across the walkway.

My stomach drops and without thinking I leap onto the walkway myself. “Yelena!”

She’s too busy with the other agent who’s managed to get back on his feet, so I focus on the second agent.

He still hasn’t noticed me, so I push myself harder. I have to get to him before he gets to Yelena. My ears are ringing and my feet are pounding on the creaking metal, but I keep pushing.

“Yelena, look out!” I try one more time and this time she turns around, her eyes widening.

The second agent is only a couple of steps away from her and raises his arm, ready to bring the knife down on her.

He never gets the chance though because with a final push I leap forward and tackle him. We fall and hit the metal grate with an ear splitting crack.

Then, the falling doesn’t stop.

“Y/N!” The cry is heartbreaking and I close my eyes at the look of pure horror and disbelief on Yelena’s face.

My stomach swoops like it does on a rollercoaster, and for a moment it feels like I’m flying.

But what is it they say? L’important, ce n’est pas la chute; c’est l’atterrissage.

I hit the ground hard. For a moment, everything seems to be fine. Then, it hits me like a train. Everything hurts. I can’t move and every breath burns in my lungs.

No normal human could have survived a fall from such a height. Good thing I have the super-soldier serum in me.

I try to move and get up. I have to find Yelena. I have to make sure she’s safe. As soon as I even just try to move my leg though, a blinding pain shoots through my body.

I whimper, not being strong enough to do much more, and glance down.

My heart sinks at the sight of a broken metal pole sticking out of my thigh. It’s rusty and now covered in blood.

What makes matters even worse is that it’s not the only one. There’s another going right through my stomach, and another one through my chest, close to my shoulder.

The sight is dizzying and I close my eyes for a moment. I’m still fighting to get enough air into my lungs, but it’s getting harder with each breath.

This can’t be it. This can’t be how it ends.

I’ve been in similar situations. None of them were this bad though. I can feel my body trying to heal itself, but I know not even the serum will be able to get me out of this one.

A tear rolls down the side of my face and I cough again as blood begins to trickle out of the side of my mouth.

This was supposed to be an easy mission. I can’t believe everything went so wrong. I just know that I’d do all of it again if it meant Yelena was safe.

At the thought of Yelena, my eyes snap open again. Everything is blurry, but I can make out that she’s no longer on the walkways.

Panicking, I try one more time to get up, but the pain that shoots through me almost instantly is so intense, I scream and fall back down.

No… I can’t leave before telling her I love her. She has to know. I should have told her. I can’t believe I haven’t told her.

Movement to my left makes me panic even more because I figure it’s one of the Hydra agents who’s come to finish me.

I feel around for my gun, but all I can get a hand on is a loose pole. It’ll just have to do because I sure as hell won’t be going out without a fight.

When the person finally comes into sight though, I cry in relief and drop the pole.

She lowers her own weapon when she recognizes me and rushes over, her hands settling on my chest and stomach close to the poles. “Oh my God, Y/N.”

I choke back my tears and take one of her hands. “I’m sorry,” I whisper desperately. “I’m so sorry, Nat.”

Natasha’s watery eyes connect with mine and she shakes her head adamantly. “No, no, no. Hey! Don’t you dare give up on me.” She raises a hand to her ear and says, “Tony, we need an EVAC immediately. Y/N’s down in the main storage area.”

I don’t hear Tony’s response because my comms device broke when I landed. The look on Natasha’s face is all I need to know that he won’t be able to get here on time though.

She desperately clutches my hand to her chest and scoots closer, wiping the blood off my chin. “We’re going to get you out of here,” she says and I know she’s saying it to soothe herself, not me.

“Nat,” I wheeze. It’s almost impossible to breathe now and all I want to do is close my eyes, but she needs so know. “Please—“

A violent cough cuts me off and I wince when I settle back down and see tiny specks of blood on Natasha’s face.

“No, don’t talk. You have to save your strength. You have to—“

I shake my head frantically and ignore the tears that continue to spill from my eyes. “Please, Nat… Tell her—“

Another cough and this time when I settle back down, it’s as though my body finally stopped fighting. The pain has been reduced to a dull ache and my eyelids are growing heavier with each second that passes.

Natasha notices too and pushes down on my stomach next to the pipe to stop the bleeding. “No, no, no! You’re staying right here with me. Don’t you dare close your eyes. You hear me?!”

I honestly don’t care about making it out alive anymore because at this point I know it’s impossible. I do need Yelena to know how I truly feel about her though, so I resist the urge to close my eyes and tighten my weakening grip on Natasha’s hand. “Tell, Y-Yelena,” I stutter. “Promise m-me you’ll tell her…”

Natasha frowns in confusion and abandons her task of stopping the bleeding. “Tell Yelena what?” she asks desperately.

Her eyes meet mine and for a moment the confusion remains in them. Then, as if on cue, they widen and understanding dawns on her. “Yelena?” she asks with a sob and I nod with a weak smile.

“Please, Nat…” I whisper. It’s barely audible, but Nat hears.

New tears spring to her eyes and she bites her lip to suppress another sob. “What do you want me to tell her?”

My lips part, ready to spill the truth about my feelings, but in the end nothing comes out.

“What do you want me to tell her?” Natasha repeats, shaking me.

I want to reply, I just can’t do it.

There’s no more air left in my lungs and my eyelids are starting to droop. It’s peaceful and I barely register my hand going limp in Natasha’s.

“No, come on, Y/N!” she screams, but it’s muffled and in the end I no longer resist the urge to close my eyes. “No…” Nat sobs but it sounds like she’s miles away.

Then another voice calls my name and the familiarity of it makes me smile.

I love you…

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Found this in my drafts and decided to finish it.

Part 5 of No Matter What is in the works…

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