#yelena belova hurt/comfort

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

you are expendable

Summary: adjusting to a life away from the red room is tough, and letting go of the mentality they drilled into you is even tougher. As much as Yelena tries to protect you, you'll always believe that you are expendable, and she is not.

Word Count: 3783 Pairing: Yelena Belova & Reader Warnings: self-sacrificial R, near-death injuries, poor self worth/mental health issues Requests (combined): "Yelena x best!friend reader who struggles with self worth, gets hurt protecting Yelena?" "Hi! Can you do a story where Yelena has taken reader in as a sibling figure, and reader is constantly trying to “payback” yelena like through small things and more bigger things like being reckless on mission so yelena doesn’t get hurt; and Yelena gets really worried one time and finds out why R is doing it, and assures reader that they don’t need to do that and more fluff at end if ok?"

A/N: italics are flashbacks, Russian is google translated. Honestly this was a fun one to write so I hope you enjoy!

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2016

Yelena holds the door open, allowing you to shuffle in behind her, before she motions towards the sofa. You immediately move to follow the unspoken command, perching yourself at the very edge and pressing your body into the armrest as if you could become part of it. The blonde, meanwhile, takes a central seat on the opposite chair. She rests her elbows on her knees and leans forward, with her chin resting on intertwined fingers. Her brows are minutely knitted and her gaze pounces on any movement you make – you realise she’s analysing you.

Well, two can play at that game.

In an instant, you come away from the armrest and relax your back, spreading yourself into a wider stance… everything you can do to level your authority, even in the older Widow’s own apartment.

“Y/N, don’t do that,” she scoffs before changing her position again; she’s leaning back now with her arms crossed over her chest, though her attention to you remains as analytical as ever.

“I’m just sitting.”

“Widow’s don’t just sit.”

“Then what do you want me to not do?”

“Don’t be a Widow.”

“I am a Widow.”

“I know. Don’t be.”

You huff, now unintentionally copying her pose once again when you cross your arms and sulkily lean back into the cushions. “You are very confusing, Yelena, how should I not be what I was raised to be? What you trained me to be.”

Yelena winces a little at the reminder. Ten years older than you, the woman now sitting across from you had been your assigned trainer for eleven years in the Red Room, from your arrival at age six and right up until last month, when she’d broken free of the chemical control and escaped into the real world. Everything you knew about espionage and violence, everything you hated to be, came from her teachings, and you’d been just about ready to pass it on to your own mentees when she came and freed you from the Red Room’s control.

What they forced her to do to you would always be a sore spot for Yelena, but, regardless, she schools her expression back to neutral, then smiles. You eye her suspiciously.

“Why are you smiling?”

“You ask how not to be a Widow? You are already doing it; do you think Dreykov would approve of that stance?”

Yelena laughs as you quickly scramble back to the perfect pose she’d once drilled into you. “Dreykov is not going to punish you, he is dead. At least, I think he is dead,” she frowns, “though he has escaped being blown up once before, so you can never really know. Either way, he must be very badly injured and probably also dead, so you can relax.”

When you don’t shift, Yelena stands up and takes a seat beside you. “You’re free, Y/N. They can’t control us anymore. Our lives are our own and, from now on, they always will be.”

She finally closes the gap between you two when she sees tears forming in your eyes, pulling you close but leaving a loose arm on your shoulder – giving you the opportunity to escape her grasp should you want. You don’t. Instead, you press yourself further into her side and let the tears flow.

“Stay here with me?” 

With the careful way she suggests it, you can tell it’s something she’s been dwelling on for a while, rather than an impulsive response to your show of emotions. “We’re both new to the world, we can work it out together, if you’d like that? I’ll keep you safe, I promise. You can just be 17.”

You don’t respond instantly, already growing quite comfortable with being tucked in Yelena’s arms, but when you do nod, Yelena notices; she smiles and pulls you a little closer.

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2005

“Yelena?”

“Да” (Yes)

“Это ваше. Поддерживайте его в живых.” (This one is yours. Keep it alive.)

You’re shoved harshly in the direction of the young blonde. The guard who pushed you laughs as you stumble, but Yelena catches you and keeps you on your feet. You try to pull yourself closer to her side, latching on to the first show of kindness you’ve had in weeks, but the teen prises you off of her and positions you behind her back – she doesn’t look at you, only staring down the guards until they leave, before she grabs your arm and leads you into a small adjoining room. She slams the door and you startle, your vision clouding with tears as you realise things aren’t going to go back to normal, that this woman won’t be your saviour.

“Вы говорите по-русски?” (Do you speak Russian?) she asks; it’s not harsh, but it’s not as soft as your mother’s tone either. The tears begin to flow.

“English?” she tries again, this time you nod.

“I spoke only English at your age,” the girl says, “you must learn Russian though; I will help, but the trainers will perfect it.”

You don’t reply and eventually the older girl sighs; she takes a step forward, but still lingers awkwardly across the room from you, not wanting to get too close. “I am Yelena. What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“I’m going to be your mentor, Y/N; do you want to learn new things?”

You’re not sure what to make of Yelena, but, at 6, there’s a lot of things you want to know, so you nod shyly, then ask your first question, “what is going to happen to me?”

Yelena notices the shake in your voice, and she’s been an assassin long enough to infer what you must have seen, what instances brought you to her. She comes a step closer again and purposefully softens her voice, “you’re going to stay here; you and I, we are going to be a team from now, okay? We’ll do some training and that will keep you safe. I’m going to try to keep you safe.”

“Do you pinky promise?”

The older girl hesitates, staring down at your extended finger as if it were a gun pointed in her direction – but at least she’d know how to handle that. The longer your hand hovers, extended, the more Yelena worries, knowing this isn’t a promise she can make in full confidence, but she can’t disappoint you either.

She wraps her own pinky around yours and shakes on it, “I promise,” she says at last, “I’m going to keep you safe. I just need you to listen to everything I say.”

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The adjustment period is hard – certainly harder than either you or Yelena expected. Contrary to your original expectations, Yelena doesn’t give up the assassin lifestyle, and she doesn’t force you to either; it’s all the two of you have known, and you’re too ingrained in it to manage a completely clean break. 

For one, neither of you have birth certificates or any form of ID at all, and you find out very quickly how necessary those are. Yelena puts her contacts to good use and obtains birth certificates and American passports for the both of you; the legalities are dubious, but she’s now officially your older sister, which gives her guardianship status over you – because apparently a 17 year old needs that in the real world, as if you don’t have several lifetimes of maturity and experience under your belt already.

You’re grateful for all the steps Yelena has taken to look after you: from signing you up to a boxing club for the familiarity of training, to telling Valentina that the two of you could only be employed as a pair, ensuring she’d be there to protect you even on missions. You want to repay her for everything she’s done for you, but you’re still learning the limits of the real world – your resources were practically limitless in the Red Room if it completed the mission, but that is certainly not the case anymore. So, instead, you’re forced to turn to the internet for adequate methods of thanking your lifelong friend.

You start small: flowers, household chores, cooking… anything you can find, but most end up in chaos. Flowers gave you hay fever, it turns out; your meals have to be scraped out of the pans and taste worse that the Red Room canteen; and, much to your annoyance, Yelena refuses to let you do all the chores, immediately stopping you and taking over for ‘her turn’ if you'd done it the night before, which only gave you more to thank her for.

Eventually, you conclude that if you want to thank Yelena properly then you should stick to what you know: murder, maiming, and incredible violence… though she tries to discourage that now, so you shift to simply risking yourself, doing everything you can on missions to keep Yelena safe.

It works the first few times, you get a few bruises and scrapes, but that's nothing unexpected in your line of work and, more importantly, Yelena comes out unscathed. She seems ignorant to the actions you're taking, which is how you aim to keep it; you know she wouldn't approve of you putting yourself at risk just to keep her safe, but that's how the Red Room taught you to perform and, after everything she's done for you, it's what you're willing to do to thank her.

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2013

“You ready, Y/N?” Yelena smiles. The two of you are in matching bodysuits, sitting in the back of a jet destined for Manchester, England. You nod and double check the various weaponry attached to you.

Yelena reaches behind her, pulling out a map which you’ve memorised by now, and lays it on the table between you. “There’s two floors to this facility,” she recaps, “they’re developing weapons and we’ve been assigned to retrieve blueprints for all of them. Where do we find them?”

You point quickly to the corridor of offices. “Locked filing cabinet in office 2, if intelligence is to be trusted.”

“And which route will we take?”

“From the bus stop, into the woods within the perimeter. The back entrance will have only one guard between 0130 and 0200, giving us a window to enter. This corridor here,” you point, “has a guard, so we must pass while their back is turned. Stairs are unguarded. Two rights and we’ll be at the offices. There’s a ladder to the roof and an escape route from there, which is how we’ll get out.”

“Good. You have learnt it well. The Red Room demands perfection, but you are going to make them proud.”

Hours later, you aren’t so sure. You sit by her hospital bed, knee bouncing with worry as the medics operate on her; the steady beeping of her vitals acts as your only comfort, but you know first-hand that it could switch at any second. 

Behind you, a door opens and closes, causing a noticeable shift in the atmosphere of the room. The medics stand taller, the guards lower their gaze, and you immediately stop your movements, knowing exactly who has walked in. You stand to attention and turn to face the tall, boney woman in front of you, though you bow your head in respect just as the guards did.

“A word, Y/N, outside,” Madame B instructs. She doesn’t wait for a response – she knows you wouldn’t dare give her one – she simply turns on her heel and has you follow her back out of the door like a puppy on a leash.

“Explain exactly what happened. And I don’t want excuses.”

“We were fighting the guards for some time, there were far more than Yelena and I had expected–”

“I said no excuses.”

“Sorry Madame. We left one of them for too long and he was able to take a shot while my back was turned – it would have hit my head, but Yelena noticed and stepped in between, receiving the bullet just to the left of her heart, puncturing her lung. I brought her to medics quickly-”

“I don’t need to hear the rest,” the woman cuts in. “Yelena is one of our best Widows, whereas you�� you are expendable, Y/N, and I expect you to know it. Until you train yourself to be better than Yelena, then it is your responsibility to put your body on the line to keep her safe, no matter the cost to you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Madame.”

“You will go to the training room immediately. If you think your life is worth more than Yelena’s, then we will put that to the test – incapacitate the five Widows in there without taking a hit, and you will be excused from punishment this time.”

The task is impossible, you know that, you may defeat the others, but not without one of them landing a blow, and once they do that, you will be beaten to within an inch of your life for failing the task. Regardless, you nod towards Madame B and march to the training room with your head held high; you deserve the punishment, you know that too. You are expendable, Yelena is not. 

All five girls jump at you. This is what you deserve.

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2017

You were always aware that something would eventually go wrong, each mission where you threw yourself recklessly into danger was only testing your luck. You accepted the risk, but when it actually happens, well… you hadn't prepared for the consequences.

After four months of obtaining only minor injuries, you and Yelena are on another mission in Upstate New York, dressed to the nines at some CEO’s mansion. You don't care to remember his name since, if all goes to plan, he'll be dead at the end of the night anyway.

The party is already buzzing when the two of you walk in and, after a quick scout of the area together, the two of you separate and mingle with the guests, establishing your presence in the main hall until there's an opportunity to corner the host away from spectators.

It's going well, you think, until angry yells sound out from the other side of the room, loud enough to drown out the music. Guests look up curiously, just as you do, until you see Yelena thrown onto the stage. A handful of bodyguards emerge from the crowd to surround her, all readying their weapons in her direction.

You don't think, you just barrel through the gawking crowds to tackle your mentor out of the firing line. Yelena is back on her feet in an instant and you try to do the same, but a sharp pain keeps you down. The crowds are screaming now, and hopefully fleeing as you're overwhelmed by a chorus of gunshots. 

You counted 7 guards before. They are no problem for Yelena to take down alone, but you don't allow for that. Ignoring the excruciating pain as you move and pretending you don't notice that your shirt is soaked in blood, you roll yourself onto your back, reaching for your holster and taking out the last three guards in rapid succession. Their attention was focused on Yelena, making it easy for you to do.

In a now empty hall, Yelena finally releases the breath she's been holding and looks around to congratulate you, until she sees you right where she left you, lying flat on the stage.

“Y/N!” 

Her face interrupts your view of the ceiling and you yelp when you feel her hand clamp over your ribs. “I know, I know,” she whispers, face filled with worry as her dialtone begins.

“Natasha?” she says when the person answers at last, “I need you, please, we need medics at my location. I don’t know, the best the Avengers have got. You have good ones, right?”

The world seems to fade at the edges and you relax into your tired state. But then Yelena is snapping her fingers in front of you and her tear-stained face comes back into focus.

“Stay awake for me please, Y/N.”

“Natasha, hurry,” she sobs once again.

You can't help it; everything fades to black.

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The view when you next wake up is a complete shift to the dark but extravagant mansion you'd fallen asleep in. Everything is blinding white and purely functional; you're not unfamiliar with the set-up, but the location is new, you think. After visiting so many, the hospitals begin to blend together.

“Y/N,” someone beside you gasps, and you mentally scold yourself for not checking you were alone before you opened your eyes. Madame B will punish you for that.

No, Madame B is gone. It is only Yelena now, and she doesn't punish you anymore.

You shrink away all the same when Yelena comes into view, knowing you are the cause of her red-rimmed eyes and the dark bags underneath.

“You almost died, Y/N!” she shouts, and tears prick at your own eyes. You didn't want to disappoint her, just protect her. “I've noticed it for months but I didn't bring it up because I thought you knew better than to risk yourself like this! Missions are not the place to be reckless, what were you-”

She stalls suddenly. Your eyelids, which were previously squeezed shut, open slowly, cautiously and carefully checking for Yelena's reaction. Her face softens when you catch her eye and suddenly she's rushing forward and trapping you in a hug.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't yell, I'm sorry. I just want to protect you, always, and seeing you like this… it's…”

She sighs, and you interrupt.

“No, I'm sorry, Yelena. This wasn't meant to stress you out or have you worrying about me. I wanted to keep you safe, you know, like you always used to do for me. And after you freed me from the serum and then everything you did to look after me afterwards, I had to find a way to thank you. And I tried all the things Google said like cooking and gifts and everything! but they didn't work, so I thought that maybe keeping you safe would be enough to express my gratitude and make us equal, even if I got hurt in the process.”

“Oh, Y/N,” the older Widow sighs again, a teary smile overtaking her face. “I know it's hard, but we're not in the Red Room anymore; not every interaction is transactional, and not every mission has to have an expendable agent. In fact, none of our missions will have an expendable agent – it's you and me as equals, alright? Both of us are surviving them and I won't have any other outcomes.”

You nod and she continues.

“You're my best friend, Y/N, and my little sister in every way but blood; I'd have done – and I still would – anything to protect you in the Red Room, but that's not how it has to work anymore. And as for looking after you goes, it's my pleasure to do it; it's not something you need to pay me back for because just getting to spend time with you and have you around is all I could ask for. Just get through this, Y/N, get out of this ward and come home, and that will be the only thing you ever need to do for me.”

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You're still weak, so Yelena has her arms around you and your body is pressed into her side, but you're walking, forward and forward until you cross the threshold. 

You're home.

A few weeks longer and you're back on your feet without assistance, standing next to Yelena in the kitchen as she teaches you to cook – starting easy with some basic pancakes after you said you had a craving for them in the hospital.

“Keep an eye on the pan,” Yelena instructs as her phone starts to ring in the other room, “flip it in 30 seconds if I'm still gone.”

She walks out. You set down your knife and the strawberries you had skillfully been cutting to stare directly at the pan, mentally counting down exactly from 30.

“I don't want a mission, Valentina,” you hear Yelena say from the living room. You don't let it distract you.

“Y/N is grounded from missions until they're back at full health, and I'm not going without them. I told you before, we work as a pair. That's non negotiable.”

You're flipping the pancake when Yelena walks back in, using the spatula instead of risking a pan flip. The older woman scoffs and gently nudges you out of the way so that she can take the pan back.

“Spatulas are for wimps,” she claims confidently, “let me show you some real skill.”

Both of you take a step back: you towards the door, and her towards the centre of the room, before she flicks the pan with her wrist. The pancake goes flying high into the sky, hits the ceiling, then falls unceremoniously back down to splat on the floor.

You both stare at it in silence.

“This is why I used a spatula,” you say at last.

“Maybe we should get a dog.”

“Where did that come from?”

“Well then it could eat the floor pancake.”

“Or we could just pick it up.”

“Yes, go on then,” she grins, moving forward to put the pan back on the heat and pouring more batter into it.

“Oh I would but, you know, I'm injured,” you say with false disappointment, “from when I saved your life, remember? So I probably shouldn't bend to pick it up.”

“You are a nuisance, child,” Yelena grumbles under her breath when she goes to pick the pancake up. You just grin… until the floor pancake is thrown directly at your face. You yelp and quickly dodge it; it smacks against the fridge this time so you catch it and finally put it with the food waste.

Eventually, a stack of successfully flipped pancakes fill the plate, enough for you and Yelena to enjoy your fill. Throughout the meal, you forget all about your squabble in the kitchen, and you believe Yelena had too, so when she smiles and turns to you, saying “you wanted to pay me back for the hospitality, right?” you nod earnestly.

“Then I think you can do the dishes for us both!” she continues, handing her empty plate to you before relaxing further into the couch. With a flick of her wrist, but a beaming smile on her face, she shoos you away.

“Because a gunshot and bleeding out for you isn’t enough,” you huff with a roll of your eyes, playfully kicking Yelena’s leg as you stand. “Some people are never satisfied.”

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[ageofevermore]

PETER LOSING WENDY

SUMMARY — she was a shadow for so many years, but eventually she found her way back home to you. only, it wasn’t as easy to leave dreykov behind as she expected

WARNINGS — mentions of abuse, mentions of the red room, a complicated hurt/comfort situation but lots of love for yelena

AUTHORS NOTE — no gender or specific pronouns are used for r, so image what you’d like!

After a while, the people we love who we lose begin to feel like shadows. They begin to feel like sunshine on a spring morning. They begin to feel like maybe, just maybe, they were never really there to begin with.

The person she wanted to be lives inside of you. The innocence and the childhood that was stolen from between her fingers like loose threads in a friendship bracelet lived vibrantly across the streets of Ohio. In your home, in your art, in your life, you carried those two sisters around with you like they were shadows stitched to your soul, like Peter Pan in Wendy’s window, like a night of flight across London to an island of eternal youth. Like a shadow, you knew she was there, but you couldn’t touch her, you couldn’t feel her, you couldn’t climb the fence that separated your backyards and watch her nose scrunch in a mischievous grin. All you could do was remember her. Remember macaroni and cheese, remember backbends and swing sets, remember bioluminescence. You never forgot her.

When she knocked on your door, dirt smeared across her cheeks, hair falling into her face and out of the braid that met the middle of her back, rips in her pants, blood on her hands… oh, you’ll never forget the sight of her. It was almost cinematic, flashes of the girl she was and the woman she is now; back and forth the two images crossed over your vision, reminding you that for twenty years she was a shadow. She must’ve been on your front steps for minutes, nervously picking at her cuticles, waiting for you to let her inside– to let her back into your life.

Weeks had passed, and Yelena was only slowly beginning to become acclimated to the world without mind control and abuse. She was timid, silly, a sarcastic wrench in your side at all times. She was so different, but exactly the same in all your favorite ways. She still loved macaroni and cheese, she still loved fireflies and comedy movies. The four year old girl you knew still lived inside her, but there was somebody else to get to know too; somebody else who was just a shadow stitched to Yelena’s side.

You were in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of dinner when Yelena came barreling in, dripping wet from the shower she’d taken minutes prior. Her blonde hair had gotten longer since she’d been here– been home, and you wished you could say it suited her well, but even she would disagree. The little girl who had loved her hair, who twisted it into braids and ponytails and colored it with sidewalk chalk to be like her older sister, was now a woman who hide herself in it, who hated braids, and hated ponytails, and cried into your chest about everything that had poisoned the well since her capture.

“Cut my hair.” She didn’t give you anytime to process what she’d requested, turning back to the bathroom where she waited. You threw the rag onto the counter, dragging your damp hands down your pants.

You found her in the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet seat, staring down a pair of scissors in her hands. She looked to be deep in thought, too far away in her thoughts to hear you approach, so you watched her from the doorway. Leaning against the wooden frame, you crossed your arms over your chest. She was still just a shadow. All the progress she had made, leaps and bounds, had still only resulted in a few moments of clarity. Your poor girl was lost in trying to separate her past and present.

“Lena?” You knocked softly when you watched her wipe a tear from her cheek. She sniffled, standing up from the toilet and offering you the scissors. She avoided your gaze, she avoided your touch. She was sinking deeper and deeper into herself. “You want me to cut it.”

“It makes you beautiful.” She muttered so harshly, her voice didn’t sound like her own. You’d never heard this amount of venom drip from her words, so sharp it felt like a slash against your weakest spot. “It makes you his. It makes you HIS! So he can drag you! So he can- so he can take everything away from you! We are all the same! The same braids, the same clothes! He took everything from me! He took everything!” She collapsed in on herself, crumbling to the floor, but not before you slammed the scissors onto the counter and pulled her into your chest.

“Hey, hey, honey. Honey. Yelena. Look at me. Look at me, there you go.” You ease her into your arms, pressing your back against the cabinets beneath the sink, not bothering to shift away from the handles digging into your back. “Your hair is yours, Yelena. It belongs to you. You belong to you. Do you hear me? Do you hear me, honey?” Your heart was breaking into millions of tiny pieces on the floor of your bathroom, tears falling down your cheeks and tickling your lips but you paid it no attention. The only thing you cared about was Yelena. The only thing you could think about was how she didn’t see herself the way you saw her. Despite it all, she needed you now, she had been strong for so long, for so many cold and lonely months and years. She didn;t need to be strong anymore. You could be strong for her, for as long as she needed. The childhood she never had, the compassion and empathy, the kindness and comfort, you would give it all to her in a heartbeat. You would be the one to finally allow Yelena to be human. To let her have bad days and hard nights, and not let it define her further. “You wanna cut your hair? We can do that. We can do that. But, we can do it for you. We can do it because you have the choice to choose. You have the freedom to do whatever you want.”

“I don’t want to feel his hands on me anymore. I don’t want to remember all of the lives I took.” She wept like a child and you let her. You held her on that bathroom floor for hours, you walked her to bed that night and held her all the way through, you didn’t let her go once. For once, somebody let her be human. For once, you think she saw herself as something more than a Widow.

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Icicles and Injuries

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Frozen (Day 2) + No way out (Day 11)

TW: minor injury, being trapped, hypothermia, mentions of death, partial nudity (consented)

Words: 2K

Summary: Reader gets trapped and needs to be saved before she freezes to death.

For once the miss had gone well. No injuries or accidents or hidden traps. It had been a breeze. Now all that was left was to sit tight in the nearest safe house in the woods and wait for Tony to send a jet to come and collect you. ‘You’ being Wanda, Natasha, Kate and Yelena.

By late afternoon it was still light outside and snowing lightly. A white dust of flakes covered every available surface in a thin layer of pale snow.

Being in the woods it was a beautiful sight to behold, yet Natasha and Yelena having come from Russia were most winters bordered on nuclear, did not share your enthusiasm.

Wanda and Kate had spent some time in Europe before and were a little more used to it. And sure, you had seen snow many times, but it was always a point of beauty to you. It helped you relax. Soft and cold it continued to drift down from above coating the landscape below.

“Wands? Natty? Do you guys wanna come with me for a walk?” You asked popping your head into the lounge room of the cabin.

“No thanks detka. Not right now. Yelena and Kate were going to watch a movie and I think Wanda was going to start dinner soon.” Natasha said looking genuine.

“Okay.” You said feeling a little saddened by the fact nobody would be coming with.

“Make sure you take a coat. It’s cold.” Nat said over her shoulder as she positioned herself between her sister and her sister's girlfriend with a shit-eating grin. Always the older sister, you thought rolling your eyes.

You said a quick goodbye to Wanda who echoed Nat’s statement about a coat before putting one on and a pair of gloves, boots and a beanie before entering the snow scene outside the cabin.

You headed for the trail behind the house. It was marked with signs on the trees as it snowed enough around here for trails to be easily lost without proper signage.

You sighed, feeling at peace and relaxed as the snow crunched softly underfoot. Setting off down the trail it was lined with fresh snow and small animal tracks, probably squirrels or rabbits.

As you continued down the track the cabin grew smaller behind you. It was a loop and came out down by the other side of the house.

Seeing the first sign on the tree you smiled at the small red arrow which was on a wood-stained oak board nailed into the tree.

You continued down the track listening to the serene quietness and peaceful sound of snow and birdsong.

Pulling your coat around you some more it was getting colder as the evening wore on and your nose was surely frozen as small snowflakes collected on your eyelashes.

As you continued down the short trail a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. A small squirrel had hopped up onto what looked like the snow-covered husk of an old tree. The little creature chittered at you and you smiled softly at the peacefulness of the moment.

But before you could even think the squirrel ran up the tree. The tree looked like it had survived many winters and was well past due to be fell in the summer. The squirrel continued up the branches which were creaking eerily already laden with snow on the branches. Then there was a sharp cracking crunch, and the tree began to fall.

At the last minute the squirrel jumped onto a nearby branch out of harms way. Yet you stood frozen. You just had time to duck and cover as the tree crashed down onto the path. It fell in a way that had managed to avoid hitting you but had pinned your coat under its heavy trunk. Your left boot was also pinned, and you bit a cold breath of air back in shock.

The snow continued falling, however it seemed almost menacing now. If you stayed out much longer into the evening the temperatures would continue to fall, and that beautiful snow might be the thing that kills you.

You cursed yourself from forgetting your phone, not that it would have a signal, but it would be better than nothing. They may have been able to track you at least.

The sun began to dip under the tree line and the temperature began to drop faster without the sun to provide warmth.

The snow was collecting on top of the tree making the chance of escape seem slimmer and slimmer.

The snow was beginning to build up either side of you now. Blocking you inside the wooden ribs of the tree. The branches caving around you with the snow beginning to form a roof and sides.

It was cold and it no longer felt like just your nose that was frozen. Your cheeks stung with the cold, and you wiggled your fingers and toes to try and warm them up as well. Frostbite was a very real thing and one you did not want to ever have experience in.

As the sun began to cruise lower and lower in the sky it continued to get colder. The light was starting to go now as well, a dusky overcast type of light was all that was left. If this continued on for much longer you worried, they may never find you until the snow thawed, by then it would be too late.

Back in the cabin the movie was almost over. Yelena and Kate had ended up beside each other again with popcorn in their hair after flicking it at each other for the whole duration of the movie. Nat had already seen the movie and headed to the kitchen to fetch four mugs of hot chocolate to share.

As she stepped into the kitchen which smelled like heaven and smiled at Wanda.

“Wheres Y/n? Surely, she’ll want hot chocolate as well.” Natasha smiled.

“I thought she was with you?” Wanda said looking up from where she had been seasoning chicken.

“No?” Nat said frowning. “She should be back from her walk by now.”

“Oh god.” Wanda paled slightly. “She’s not still out there, is she?”

“If she is we better find her fast before it gets too dark. Cold weather like this can kill.” Natasha said. “You send Yelena and Kate to check the bedrooms before joining us in the woods. I’m going to see if i can find her. Join me when you’re done.” Nat said already slipping on a coat with a sense of urgency to her movements.

Wanda nodded her assent and went to tell Yelena and Kate.

After a little bit all three girls were out searching the woods. Wanda was focusing on finding you with her mind, but you were either asleep or close too it which worried her greatly.

Finally, she sensed you under an old looking tree covered in snow. She called the others over and focused, using her magic to move the tree off you.

When your red jacket came into sight Natasha was the first to get to you. Scooping your cold and limp form into her arms. You were breathing but also freezing cold.

“We need to warm her up. NOW!” Nat said as she began sprinting to the cabin with you in her arms.

Your cheeks had long since turned from a rosy red colour to a dusky blue as the temperature had fallen further.

Once Natasha burst through the front door she headed for the bedroom you, her and Wanda had been sharing the past few nights.

Wanda, Kate and Yelena followed close behind, nobody commenting on the water that was being tracked through the cabin. Their focus elsewhere.

Natasha gently set you down on the bed, Wanda beside her and Kate and Yelena hovering in the doorway.

“Alright.” Nat said. “Wanda i need you to help me get her out of these wet clothes they’re doing more harm than good.” She said already starting to peel off your soaked coat. “Yelena, Kate.” She began and the two stood a little straighter. “Go and run a warm bath, not too warm but just enough to not be cold.” Nat said and the two turned tail and headed for the bathroom.

Wanda was now working on taking off your snow-pants while nat continued stripping off your top half. After a minute you were left laying in just your sports bra and boxers, long past shivering.

“Now what?” Wanda asked seeming panicked.

“Now we warm her up. It works best with skin-to-skin contact. So, we need to cuddle her. Bring that blanket and put it on top. Once Yelena is done with the bath, we will kick them out.” Nat said. Pulling off her shirt and taking off her track pants. She was now stood in bike pants and a sports bra much like what she wore to training in the gym.

Wanda was one step behind as she took off her shirt in a matching outfit to Natasha’s.

You, Wanda and Natasha had been together almost three years now, so it was nothing new. But still, nat had sent Yelena and Kate away just because.

Nat climbed onto the bed beside you and began pulling a sheet over you. Wanda slipped into the bed on your other side and cuddled up close. Sucking in a sharp breath when your frigid skin came into contact with her. You made a small noise of pain and curled into her front. Your face tucked into her chest. Natasha curled up behind you, tucking you between the two of them. Wanda had one arm around your waist and the other holding the back of your head to her chest. Natasha had her arms over you and on Wanda’s bare hip and back.

After a few minutes of quiet cuddling, and the sound of your short huffy breathes, you began to stir slightly. Your eye’s blinked open before you whined and screwed them shut again.

Wanda carded a hand through your hair and shone softly to you.

“There we go. Come on. Come back to us baby-girl. You’re doing so well for us my love.” She coaxed, her hands tangling in your wet locks.

After a second the sound of the tap shutting off was heard and Yelena’s footsteps came down the hall. She peaked in and smiled at Natasha looking so domestic but bit back a comment.

“Your bath is ready sestra.” Yelena said with her heavy accent hiding her amusement.

“Alright.” Nat said as she shifted Wanda’s arms around you tightened.

“Can i carry her this time?” Wanda asked sounding almost scared to let you go. As if you may disappear.

“Sure baby. But you’ll need to give her to me before you get into the bath with her.” Nat said and she glanced back at the door where Yelena had disappeared from before getting out from under the sheets.

The process of bathing you was simple enough. The flush had come back to your cheeks as Wanda held you in her lap in the bath while Natasha ran and warm cloth over every inch of your skin slowly warming you up. After they had been satisfied you were warm enough, they towelled you off as you start to come around again. They dressed you in Nat’s warm hoodie and Wanda’s red track pants.

Wanda had you in her arms when the three of you re-entered the kitchen slash lounge room.

Yelena grinned. Having set up a nest of sorts on the floor with a ton of blankets and pillows. Kate had five cups of hot chocolate on the bench and a movie queued up.

You buried your face into Wanda’s chest as the five of you got settled into the nest. Blankets were thrown over the five of you and you settled in for the movie.

Wanda’s dinner was still cooking and right now nobody wanted to leave you by yourself let alone out of their sight.

So, you curled up in your girlfriend’s laps and listened to their hearts beat with the soundtrack of parks and recreation playing in the background.

#wanda maximoff #Natasha romanoff #Yelena belova #Kate bishop #wandanat x reader #wandanat #comfort #hurt reader #hurt / comfort #sicfic #whump #fluff #marvel #fanfic #wandanat comfort #Yelena belova x Kate bishop #avengers #hypothermia #winter #snow #cold #Angstpril #Angstpril 2024 #marvel fanfic #marvel comfort #Natasha romanoff comfort #wanda maximoff comfort #sick reader #reader comfort #trapped

[checkingoutforheroes]

A girl.

Yelena: What about you? There must be someone special.

Natasha, just smiling: There's a girl..

Yelena: Tell me. And I want detail.

Natasha: .. but I let her get away. It's all my fault.

Yelena: Why? What did you do?

Natasha: Because I let my pride got in the way.

Yelena: Stup-

Natasha: Stupid. I know. I'd be lying if I said I was okay. It does hurts.

Yelena: Both of you are hurting.

Natasha: There will be no future for us. For her, especially. She's different, she doesn't belong in this life like ours. She's good, Yelena. Really good, perfect. Literally heaven sent. She's not like us or any other Avengers. I can't let her ruin her life for me. She deserves better, she deserves someone who can make her happy, safe, give her the world and she can't have that if she's with me. Look at us, running our whole life.

Yelena: And you made decision for both of you. Selfish. You don't think she deserves to give love and be loved? Don't you think you are the one she wants to do it with? What if she doesn't feel that way about the other person? And you? Will end up feel sorry for the rest of your life due to your pride and ego. You too, deserves to be happy, sestra.

Natasha: Are you happy?

Yelena: I have Fanny. I am happy. That's it for me.

Natasha: I understand.

Yelena: Drecov gone. Once we free all the other Widows, we'll find her. You better speak up, don't let her away again.

Natasha: You said like it was easy.

Yelena: Because it is. I want a dog, I get Fanny and I happy. Stop fooling yourself, end this torture. Understand?

Natasha, just chuckle: smart-ass.

Yelena: dumb-ass.

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

I can't get the idea of Steve having bad dreams while on the run out of my mind. I keep circling around the idea, no matter how much it makes my heart ache for him...

He's in a well-used, ill-repaired safe house with Natasha one night, covered by unmoving darkness as well as a sheen of sweat, thick with salt and grating against his skin and turned cold by the open living room air. He lied awake for hours before surrendering to sleep that could not even be fought off by the worst torrent of his thoughts. His sleep is anything but restless, though. He's sleeping on the couch, kicking and jerking unconciously, nearly rolling off and coming crashing down onto the hard, cold floor.

The safe house is mostly unstocked, all it provides exhausted, barren drifters like them are a roof and thin walls. The extent of lacking supplies extends to bedding. The only blanket in the place is on the bare, scratchy mattress in the back bedroom that's more the size of a closet where Natasha had crept back to sleep. Steve isn't sure he could make himself use the blanket even if he didn't have the excuse of the serum keeping him furnace hot throughout the night. It feels too... luxurious. He couldn't bear to have it right now. If he had the blanket, he would've kicked it off by now. It would be useless and crumbled on the floor, soaked through with sweat. Maybe even ripped in Steve's unconscious, fitful grasp. Yeah, it's a good thing he doesn't have a blanket.

Steve wakes up to someone shushing him.

He's so tired. He can't even run from the white water rush of thoughts and fears and animal, I'm-being-watched paranoia in his sleep. Did he ever even get to REM sleep? He immediately recognizes who is in the room with him, pushing against otherwise silent, static air.

Natasha.

Natasha is the one lifting him up, her arms strong and all-encompassing, wrapping him up, holding him together, and wordlessly beginning to trace looping, organic shaped over the clammy, knotted muscles of his shoulders and back. Steve feels his jaw tremble. Hot, prickling pressure in his eyes forces him to squeeze them shut. A huff of struggling, hitched breath heaves up from his chest and out of his congested nose.

Two weeks ago, Steve would never have expected Natasha to do this. He knew she wasn't all cold--perhaps he's niave for thinking no one could possibly ice all the way down, no matter the instincts hammered into them for however long--but... he trusts her with his life now. He feels her warmth. The rhythmic wash of her breathing across his skin, raising the fine hairs across his body to attention as shivers overtake his weak, depleted muscles. The beat of her heart in her chest. The woosh, woosh, woosh of her blood in her veins. The near-physical sensation of her silent support. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. I heard you. I see you. I'm here for you. You're okay. You're crumbling, and I have your back.

Steve curls tighter into her, his head buried between her shoulder and neck. He's shaking. Crying, he realizes.

She says nothing about the tears wet across her skin, pouring fast and heavy out of Steve. She says nothing. No words. She simply shushes him again, rubbing his back and now rocking them both side to side. Regardless of the white noise of her shushing him, words overflow, spilling from his trembling, stumbling lips across the dark, dim shades of the spring-ridden, uncomfortable couch. The words surround them where they're entwined. Taking up so much space. Sounding so ugly. He can't stop blubbering about how much he misses Bucky.

Still, she squeezes him. If anything, she holds him tighter, rocking their bodies as if they're surrounded by water, taken by the waves. She holds him, keeping him afloat, and let's him cry, saying nothing but reassuring him regardless.

And he's falling asleep on top of her, too tired to worry about how heavy he is. So much larger than her. She's so much stronger than her physical body suggests, though. In every way. She is an immovable force when she wants to be. Steve has known that since he first met her, before he trusted her. He can't imagine not trusting her now. How could he not? How was there a time when he didn't?

As Steve's losing the battle again, on the cusp of drifting off to sleep, Natasha starts talking--

Her voice is rusty and rasping, so low that Steve isn't sure it's words at all until they wash over him. Guilt and loss and yearning. She whispers her words into his hair. Steve is the only one who will hear them; Steve is the only one she trusts right now to hear them. She misses her little sister. She has no idea where she is, other than... she's what Natasha was before Fury. Still. Probably. Maybe. Natasha misses her little sister. Her sister before she knew the horrors of what she was selected to become. No choice. Before the red room. Before. She misses before like Steve misses his Bucky from Before.

Before.

What an odd concept...

What was Steve Before?

What is Steve Now?

Steve wants to show Natasha the huge, swelling, bone-shattering appreciation he has for her. Holding him. Sharing with him. He wants to peel his skin back, to crack his ribs, and grab her wrist and guide her hand to his heart where it pulses and show her. Thank you. I trust you. I know you.

But, as is, blearily--drained all the way to his heavy, bare bones--Steve manages to wake up enough to squeeze her in shaking arms. He squeezes and squeezes until she gasps and tells him to let up, batting at his shoulder softly. He does. He apologizes for squeezing too tight. He apologizes for her sister. The same breath. If she thinks it's for just one or the other, she doesn't say so, and he doesn't clarify. Somehow, though, he knows she understands. Both. He's sorry. He wishes it could be different. He understands. He wishes neither of them did understand, though. If things could be different. They're friends, right? Would they be friends if things weren't here, now?

The night smears together after that, and they mirror the hour, sleeping together in a pile. Not just two, separate people but together. Comforting. Connecting. Understanding.

#fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #stucky #yelena belova #nightmares #angst #hurt/comfort

[softgreengrass]

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

[upat4amwiththemoon]

🌻 Kate Bishop masterlist 🌻

Knocking on your door

During one of the most weirdest things happening to Kate, she happens to forget someone important.

Two sides 1 | 2

Where once there were three, now only are two.

Midnight's kiss

New Year's Eve party isn't a party without a kiss.

It has always been you

Loving your best friend and crushing on your mentor. What could go wrong?

A goddess

A mysterious girl with an assassin mother.

Injuries

Taking care of injuries and flirting together.

Grey sweats

There's something about her that Kate can't resist. 18+

Real life rom-com

When real life imitates a movie.

Two mama bears are better than one

Sometimes mothers' worry goes overboard.

Just once

One turns to two turns to three turns to four turns to five turns to a problem.

Panic attack

The stress is starting to get too much.

Mama Melina

Mama Melina was called after all.

Hotel room

There's only one bed.

Unsure

There are so many feelings to feel.

Mission gone wrong

Which one of us was hurt again?

The sun

The moon will always love the sun from afar.

Killer

You can’t live two lives forever.

Hurts like hell

I’ve loved and I’ve loved and I’ve lost you.

Holly Jolly Christmas

Holiday chaos.

Too close for comfort

Every year, new agents arrive, and someone has to train them.

Money

Love is the only thing one needs to have a happy life, but money is nice too.

College party

The world is full of despicable people.

#marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu fanfiction #kate bishop x you #kate bishop #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop imagine #yelena belova x kate bishop #kate bishop smut #fluff #angst #smut #kate bishop masterlist #masterlist #hurt/comfort

[archivomeow]

I miss you, I’m sorry.

TW: drug use mentioned, grief, mourning etc.

relationships: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov (past) Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov (past),Yelena Belova & Maria Hill.

additional tags: grief, Natasha Romanoff Is Dead, Soft Yelena Belova, Maria Hill & Yelena Belova Friendship.

prompt (last two quotes): @prompts-in-a-barrel

read on ao3

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Yelena’s days have been blending forever, since the news of Natasha’s death reached her. The heavy feeling on her chest has not left ever since, even drugs didn’t help her anymore. The white powder was stashed all around the room, but she had no energy or intention of getting it, that would require to get out of bed, which she stayed in for the past two days. There was a small refrigerator in her apartment, that required her to get up too, so she didn’t eat much, only when she had to get up to the bathroom and passed it, it was convenient.

The feelings had nowhere to go, she felt as if she was sinking and now there was no one to save her, the one that would save her was the reason she was sinking. The only comfort she had was from looking at the old photos from the album, Melina gave her. It was all fake, but not for her, not for the girls in the photos and not for her now. She also called her sister, every once in awhile, just to hear her voice one more time, because what if she forgets how she sounds or looks? What kind of a horrible sister would that make her?

So that’s what she did, again and again and again, she figured maybe the Avengers were paying her phone bill, because if not the number would’ve been given to someone else. She hated the thought of it, she would pay for the bills herself if she could. Her eyes flickered across the room, as she breathed heavily, quitting is hard, but she has to, for Natalia. Yelena knew that her sister would hate to see her this way, with no energy to shower, eat, all she did was sleep and think to the point where she had a headache that refused to leave her, no matter how many medications she took, so she gave up, just like with everything else in life.

Because she saw no life besides Natasha and the blip made it this way, Natasha was gone and Yelena could do nothing, could not go back in time, could not save her big sister, like she saved her. Yelena stared at the bright screen that was the only thing giving off lights in her apartment. It was around 3AM, per usual. She slept through the day and was wide awake at night, ready to do what she does every night, call Natalia. She picked the number and put her phone against her ear as the phone rang and her breath got more and more shallow with each beep. She couldn’t stop the tears flooding into her eyes, as she thought of her sister, her poor poor sister.

Her breath stopped as the voicemail did not appear, instead a voice on the other end, a raspy voice, definitely of a woman, definitely not her sisters. Which she hoped for, she hoped to one day hear her voice, hear Natalia pick up, it was impossible, but she could always hope. 

“Hello? Hello?! Who is this? What are you some kind of a stalker? This isn’t funny, you can’t keep calling this number, it’s not like she’s picking up.” 

Yelena felt her throat getting tight, as she tried to figure out what she should say, the phone was definitely still owned by Natasha, her voicemail was there just yesterday, but who the hell has her phone?

“Um…” she cleared her throat as she tried to make the tears go away and focus. “I’m not a stalker… And I-I know she’s not picking up, okay?!” Her voice went from trembling and uncertain to upset, because how could they assume she was joking.

“Then who are you? And how did you even get Tasha’s number, huh?”

Tasha. Oh her dear dear Tasha, Yelena thought to herself as she wiped the tears with the sleeve of her sweater.

“It’s not saved? In her phone?” A bit of disappointed Yelena asked, because it was clear that her sister, in fact had not saved her number. 

“It is, but she saved no numbers with names, so why don’t introduce yourself?” The woman seemed to soften up, by her tone, but that’s when Yelena realised she also had no idea who she was talking to.

“Yelena, Yelena Belova. And I would also like to know who I am talking to!” She demanded, her tone was uneasy as she kept switching between tough and soft. Her mind was a mess, you could see that and hear that, but she has a mission, find out who has Natalia’s phone and maybe get it back with some luck.

“Oh…Yelena.” The name sounded as if the woman said it a thousand times, but Yelena never even heard her, she may be grieving, but she hasn’t lost her skills. “My name is Maria, Maria Hill. I know that you, you don’t know me. But she talked about you all the time, at least before the blip… I left for the 5 years and…” The voice on the other end broke slightly down as she took a long deep breath in and out. “You already know what happens next.”

Yelena sniffed as she tried to think, did Natasha ever mention a Maria? No, no… she didn’t.

“Why do you have her phone? Who gave it to you? Who are you to her? Why did you pick up? What—“ Yelena went out and asked everything right away, Maria interrupted her as she started to explain.

“I’m Maria Hill-Romanov, her wife… That’s why I have her phone, it was given to me after she passed, along…most of her stuff, some got lost…” She paused for a second as she breathed heavily, trying to keep herself from falling apart or spiralling into a panic attack.

“I picked up, because you do this every night, every night around this time you call, sometimes twice. But you don’t expect an answer, do you?”

“No, no I do not. I just want to hear her, one more time. I don’t want to forget.” Yelena’s voice cracked mid-sentence. 

“I understand.” Maria says as she moves the phone, possibly away from her face, Yelena could still her her slightly, the woman weeping on the other end.

“You can call here then. It’s okay, I pay the bill for her phone, so it won’t get disconnected as long as I’m alive.” Maria tried to comfort her, the best she could and she was not good in that. How could she comfort another if she couldn’t comfort herself, she thought.

Soon after that the call went silent, the two just sat there for good two minutes, crying and wiping their tears, but not being alone was their comfort, it was odd for sure, but grief is an odd feeling itself. You miss them, but you can’t get them back and you know it, but you don’t know it. And it sometimes takes you down or hits you when you hear their favourite song or see their favourite movie, you guys watched together a thousand times. It strikes you then, tries to keep you down, until you give up.

“You know… It’s strange I know she’s dead… I’ve accepted it, but no matter how much time goes by, I still feel like I’m just waiting for her to comeback.” Maria’s voice was shaky, the two stayed on the call together for two hours, for two hours they talked, cried and there was also silence, but it did not bother them. 

However the call had to end, Maria had a job in the morning, she continued to work alongside Fury and whatever was left of SHIELD. She had to go and she hated to leave Yelena.

“It’s not strange, I feel the same. Like life stopped then she left and can’t start until she’s here again.”

#natasha and yelena #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #yelena belova #maria hill #blackhill #angst #hurt/comfort #grief #marvel #florence pugh #scarlett johansson #cobie smulders #ao3 writer #fanfiction writer

[blondie20000]

Human - Bucky Barnes x Yelena Belova

They are weapons, but together, they feel human.

Bucky never thought he would have a moment like this ever again a moment where he would allow someone to touch him, strip off his layers, take control of the situation. Last time he was like that he was strapped down to a chair, his body, mind and soul being abused by HYDRA.

He takes a shaky breath as Yelena runs her hands over his body. She is slow and cautious. Bucky can sense she is wary, because like him Yelena Belova never thought she would experience something so mundane like this and now she is doing it now it is happening and she is lost, unsure of what to do because after all of this time, her whole life, she has learnt to kill. She has turned into a killing machine, and she didn't know anything else apart from death.

Another glide along his chest. Yelena's brows furrow and she bites her lip looking uncomfortable. She is used to direct orders, following someone's every command it is strange for her to now be the one to make the decisions.

Bucky can relate to that. Their minds have been controlled for so long it was hard to trust themselves sometimes.

Bucky still struggled to trust himself.

He reaches out with his arm, the same arm that has snapped many necks and beaten people until they are nothing but a bloody mess on the ground.

It rests on her cheek. She shivers. She knew exactly where that hand has been, the damage it has caused, but she didn't pull away like others would instead she remained where she was allowing him to touch her.

It is not the first time she has been in contact with death.

Bucky gives her a silent nod to convey he understands. He knows her feelings all too well.

"No rush." He assures her.

She blows out a sigh and nods back.

Yelena straightens up, rolls her shoulders and mentally counts herself in.

She can do this.

She wants this.

She wants him.

"No pressure." He adds. "We can stop anytime just say the word."

"Shut up!" She scowls at him. She then rolls her eyes. "Jeez were you like this with all your previous hook ups? Bore them to death with your mouth."

"No." He replies. "Because you are not a hook up." He smiles. "You are much more than that. Miss Belova."

Those words shouldn't affect her but it does. A blush creeps up on her cheeks. She then scoffs and shakes her head.

"So you want to kill me with your words? Slow death huh?" She tries to joke. "Wow I'm honored White Wolf I really am."

Bucky didn't reply.

Bucky knows she is only acting like this to cover her up vulnerability. For all the time Bucky has known her, Yelena puts up a front, a mask to hide away the pain and weakness. Others may have been fooled, but Bucky wasn't. He can see right through that mask because it is the same mask he wore day in and day out. When he looked at Yelena, it was like looking into a mirror. A reflection of trauma staring back at him.

Bucky wants to change the image, see something else in the mirror, wipe the trauma away, and replace it with good with light. If there is one person who deserved that, it was Yelena.

Yelena hesitates at first before leaning down and kissing his chest. A small kiss but it is a huge deal to them both. She then kissed him in another spot then another and another. Barnes closes his eyes as Yelena kissed every part of him. Her lips grazed his skin causing him to shiver. Soon her hands went to his face. She cups his cheeks and stares directly into his eyes.

It is like she is looking straight into his soul.

Did she see that mirror as well?

Did she want to smash that mirror to pieces and scream. Bucky wants to do that. He wishes he can just drop to his knees and scream as loud he could. Let out it all out. He might be in a better place than before but the memories are still there lingering in the back of his mind. No matter how much he washed his hands the blood wouldn't wash away.

He is a monster.

Most people would run from monsters but Yelena didn't. She has seen the ugliness, the darkness in him that even his friends couldn't bear to look at but Yelena never once judged him, she accepted him, all of him because she saw herself as a monster as well.

"Us monsters have got to stick together." She once told him trying to humor the situation but Bucky clung on to those words relieved that there is someone who understood him, who is exactly like him. It made him determined to help her.

And this made him more determined to help himself.

They continued to stare at each other watching each other's life flash across their eyes. Like a movie.

Bucky gently grasps one of her hands. He moves his head and brushes his lips against her knuckles.

She closes her eyes and sighs heavily.

He urges her to look at him.

She does.

He brushes his thumb across her lower lip. He wants to tell her how beautiful she truly is but he knows if he did she would likely send his ass straight out of the door. She wasn't one for compliments and cheesy chat up lines so Bucky decided to express his feelings through actions.

He silently asks for her permission.

She gives it to him.

Bucky leans forward and locks her lips with his. He kisses her slowly wanting her to feel comfortable in his presence. He kept it short until she asked him to kiss her again. He did. This time the kiss is more fierce, more passionate. Yelena soon responds when she started to become more confident.

She teases him with her tongue pushing inside and rolling it along with his. A ghost of a smile passed across her lips as she got a low moan out of him.

"Yelena." He breathes against her.

She cracked a grin as his breaths became shallow.

"You break easily." She said once she pulled away. "I'm shocked."

"Willingly." He replies. "For once I don't have to fight against it."

She knows what he meant by that. Choosing to not comment on it knowing Barnes wouldn't wish to speak anymore on the topic, Yelena sent a trail of kisses along his neck and rubs against his stubble. It tickled her. She then turns her focus to his metal arm, giving it her full attention.

This arm held a weight. A burden. A reminder of his days as The Winter Soldier. It will always be there to show what he lost and what he became.

Maybe it is time to change the image of his arm. A scar it is but rather convey it as pain, fear and death it should instead be a symbol of strength. Sergeant Barnes is here, alive. He fought through the programming and came back to them. The Winter Soldier is dead and the White Wolf rose. He should carry them scars with pride.

She kisses his arm. The cold metal making her shiver. She kisses it again and caresses it showing no fear towards him.

Bucky holds his breath as she tended to his arm what he always saw as a weapon.

"Wear it with pride Barnes." She spoke softly to him. "You got out. You are here to tell the tale."

You are here with me. She wanted to say but didn't.

His arm, one of his many scars.

Bucky thought the same for her. He viewed her scars in the same way. He wants her to be proud. She broke away from the Red Room and helped Natasha take them down.

"Same goes to you." He then said.

Yelena pauses and looks down. She didn't feel the same way. The guilt of what she did still consumed her. She didn't view her scars as heroic. They were instead a reminder that no matter how far she ran from it she will always be a Widow, a trained assassin, a killer.

She was no hero.

Bucky sighs and takes her hand.

They are proud of each other. If only they could feel that way about themselves.

He squeezes her hand asking if she is okay to continue this?

She abruptly pulls away and nods. She didn't need this to turn into a chic flick moment.

Deciding to move things forward Yelena orders him to open his legs. He does. Yelena positions herself above him. A gasp escapes her lips as she felt him go inside her.

The White Widow started off slow at first feeling overwhelmed by this new development between them then once she found her rhythm she started to pick up the pace. Bucky lifts his hips to meet her at each thrust. His hands hold her waist as he guides her through it.

"Fuck!" She swears out loud.

Bucky growls in response.

They keep going, pushing each other, pouring their emotions into this because here right now they are making history. Two weapons, beings who were brainwashed, controlled, moulded into killers, leaving bodies in their path are here making love, rebelling against their abusers and embracing their freedom.

They kissed each other. Tears slip from their eyes as they showed how much this meant to them. How much they wanted each other. Needed each other.

Yelena shakes, the fire forms at the bottom of her belly. She is close and judging from his screwed up expression she knew he is close as well.

He increases his hold on her. He swears and squeezes his eyes shut as he started to reach his climax. Yelena wraps her arms around him and she buries herself into the crook of his neck.

They held on like this until they rode out their orgasm. A shudder coursed through their bodies as they let it all out. Yelena bites down on his neck to stop herself from crying out while Bucky grits his teeth. When it was done Yelena pulls away and tries to catch her breath. Bucky lifts his hand and wipes the sweat from his brow, dazed by what has happened.

Yelena climbs off the bed and starts to get dressed. Bucky blinks a few times and frowns at her.

"That it? You are just gonna leave?"

Yelena pulls on her jumper and looks at him.

"You think I was going to come into bed with you for more cuddles?" She shakes her head. "Not my style Barnes."

"But?"

"But what?" She zips up her jeans and puts her hands on her hips. "What do you expect me to say? Talk about how big your dick was boost your ego?"

He glares at her.

"No."

"Well then there is nothing more to say."

Bucky tries to hide the hurt but he couldn't. Yelena quickly ties her hair up into a messy ponytail looking everywhere but him.

She walks to the door. When her hand went on the handle she paused.

"You can go on top next time."

Next time.

Bucky smiles at her words.

"I am not going to refuse that." He smirks at her.

She glances over her shoulder. She responds with a small smile of her own as she turns the handle and leaves the room. Feeling the most human she has felt in a long time.

The End

#fanfiction #one shot #fanfic #smut #angst #marvel cinematic universe #bucky x yelena #bucklena #yelena belova #bucky barnes #romance #love #healing #hurt/comfort #thunderbolts #marvel fanfiction

[bambinella]

Family issues

A/N: Another request for @moonkowkow​ and the perfect continuation! Took me a while to finish it, but I can proudly add the next part now! Enjoy!

Summary: It’s Kate’s mother’s birthday, and when Natasha can’t accompany Kate to the prison, Yelena takes her place

Warnings: hurt/comfort and fluff

Word Count: 4128

Yelena had originally planned for her day to be a chill day. Natasha would be returning from her mission tomorrow, and while Yelena longed for her sister’s presence, that meant that she had the apartment to herself for now. She was laying on the couch, reading one of the comics she had stolen borrowed from Kate, and that was the only thing she had planned on doing. Of course, all the plans she ever made somehow always got interrupted, and this interruption came in the form of a knock on the door. With a loud groan she got up from the couch, opening the door with a raised brow. However, when she saw Kate’s face, her expression immediately softened.

“Well well, look who comes knocking on my door,” Yelena said with a smirk, opening the door for her friend. When Kate didn’t immediately enter, the blonde raised an eyebrow again. Something was up.

“Yelena! Hi! Ehm, is Natasha home, by any chance? She came home from her mission earlier today, didn't she?” Kate asked, seeming a little more nervous than usual. Yelena shook her head with a frown.

“No, there was a delay in the mission so Natasha is returning tomorrow,” Yelena replied, and she could see the slight panic in Kate’s eyes. Now she really had to know what was going on.

“Oh…” Kate said, speechless for once. Before she could say anything else, however, Yelena had already taken a step closer to her.

“Anything I can help you with?” The blonde asked, leaning against the doorframe with her shoulder. She could easily tell that Kate wasn’t her usual self, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t concerned. Kate looked at her for a moment, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Well… it’s my mom’s birthday today, and while I miss her and I want to see her again, I’ve been afraid to visit her again. Those visits usually don’t go well, and I was going to ask Natasha if she wanted to come with me, because I really don’t want to go on my own, and now I’m not sure what to do,” Kate rambled in a long breath. The jealous sting Yelena had felt earlier, when Kate had asked for Natasha while she was right there, immediately disappeared as Kate did her explanation. Of course it had to do with Kate’s mother.

It had been over a year since Yelena had seen the woman, yet she still knew some details about her from last year. She also knew that Kate had been struggling a lot over the past year with the fact that she had sent her mother to jail. While Yelena didn’t per se care a year ago, Natasha had always helped Kate through her struggles, whenever she could. It was a normal reaction for Kate to ask for Natasha in this case, and maybe the perfect situation for Yelena to show Kate that she actually cared now.

“Natasha won’t make it, but I could come with you, if you want me to,” Yelena said with a shrug, trying not to show how nervous she was for Kate’s reply. Kate looked at her with surprised, wide eyes, yet Yelena had expected that kind of reaction.

“You would do that for me? You’d come with me?” Kate asked, sounding so hopeful that Yelena couldn’t help but roll her eyes, letting out a relieved breath.

“Of course I’d do that, you idiot,” She said with a chuckle, folding her arms as she looked at the brunette. “When did you plan on going?”

“I was planning on going this afternoon, but honestly, whatever works for you is fine! I just need a minute to get ready, and grab the gift I made,” Kate said with a shrug, trying to hide the obvious anxiety for seeing her mother again.

“Well how about this. You go get ready now, and we leave in ten? That way you still have most of the afternoon free, if it doesn’t go well,” Yelena suggested with a smile. She honestly had no idea what to expect, but she knew from Natasha that those visits never had a positive effect on Kate.

“Yeah… yeah sounds good. I’ll go get ready,” Kate said with a nod, flashing Yelena a nervous smile before heading towards her own room. Yelena let out a sigh and got ready too and, for her own and Kate’s mother’s sake, decided not to bring any weapons with her. 

They arrived at the prison soon after, and Kate visibly got more nervous with each passing minute. The two of them were sitting at one of the visitor’s tables in the large, empty room, waiting for the guards to get Eleanor. Kate’s leg was nervously bouncing up and down underneath the table, until Yelena grabbed it and held it down.

“Hey, I’m here okay? I won’t talk, but I’m here with you,” She said, just before the doors opened and Eleanor entered the room. Yelena could hear Kate holding her breath as she saw her mother, her hands shaking slightly when she approached their table.

“Hello Kate,” She said after sitting down, her voice rather cold, as if she wasn’t happy with the visit at all. Kate swallowed, yet decided to ignore it as she gave her mother a sad yet genuine smile.

“Happy birthday mom,” Kate said, putting the wrapped present she had brought down on the table in front of her mother. Her mother gave it a quick glance before letting out an empty chuckle.

“I’m honestly surprised you remembered. After all, since you put me in jail, that means you don’t care about me anymore. Isn’t that right, Katherine?” Eleanor sneered, and Kate looked as if she had been slapped in the face. Yelena tried not to make a surprised face at the mention of the full name. Kate had never told them her full name before, and the blonde immediately could tell why. 

“Mom, you… you know that’s not true,” Kate said, trying to keep her voice steady. Yelena knew that Kate was still feeling very guilty about putting her mother in jail. Kate had had countless talks with Natasha about it, and Yelena had overheard some of them. There was no denying that she still loved her mother. 

“Is that so? Well then tell me, Kate, how many people you know have put their mother in jail, to desperately try and fit in with those heroes you so love? Your friends, as you like to call them?” Eleanor continued, narrowing her eyes at her daughter. When Kate said nothing, she leaned back and folded her arms.

“That’s what I thought. I bet none of your old friends were selfish enough to put their own family, their own mother, through something like that. That’s not how I raised you, Katherine. But then again, you never cared to listen to me in the first place. I always knew you were reckless, Katherine, but now I know just how selfish you are,” She added. Kate’s shoulders slumped forward in defeat, and Yelena had to bite her tongue to stay quiet. If she was gonna speak her mind, she feared she’d only make it worse for her friend.

“Mom please… I didn’t come here to fight with you. I’m sorry that I had to put you in prison, but I had no other choice. You know I still love you, and I miss you. I brought you a gift, I made it myself,” She said, forcing another smile on her face as she tried to defuse the conversation. Her mother scoffed and unwrapped the box, placing the gift on the table. It was a painted clay statue of Kate and her mother standing next to each other, holding hands. It looked a little silly, but it was one of the cutest gifts Yelena had seen so far. Kate was very proud of her work, yet her mother barely gave it a glance.

“Oh, so not only do you put me in prison, but now you decide to give me a permanent reminder of who put me in prison in the first place? Is that it?” Eleanor said, and Kate looked as if she could burst into tears then and there. Yelena could tell that she was feeling utterly hopeless, and she had to bite her tongue a little bit harder this time.

“Mom, please-” Kate said, yet quickly got interrupted by her mother slamming her hand against the gift, sending it flying across the room. It shattered all over the floor, the broken, painted pieces of clay decorating the gray stone. Kate let out a strangled gasp, and Yelena could feel a white-hot rage boiling in her gut. She had already spent many hours in Kate’s room since their first comic date, and she knew exactly how many hours Kate had spent creating that little gift. To see it laying broken on the floor made her want to hurt Eleanor.

“You abandoned your real family to desperately try and fit in with another one. When are you going to learn that you’re never going to fit in with them? You don’t belong with them. You’re not a hero, Katherine, everyone knows that. I’m sure even they know that, they’re probably just letting you stay with them out of pity,” Her mother sneered, and Kate couldn’t hold back the broken sob any longer, tears rolling down her cheeks from the hurtful words. And Yelena had had enough.

“I don’t understand why you’d even want to visit this person, even if it’s her birthday,” Yelena said to Kate, immediately getting the attention from both women. Kate, while blinking rapidly, looked utterly surprised by the fact that Yelena had decided to speak up, while Eleanor gave her a dirty look.

“Excuse me, who are you?” Eleanor asked, giving Yelena a once-over as if she had only noticed her presence now. Yelena turned to the woman sitting in front of her and scoffed, looking at her with disgust.

“You really are the most spoiled brat I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people,” The blonde said bluntly, and Eleanor gasped as if she had been slapped. Anger and embarrassment formed on her face at the comment as she placed a hand on the table.

“You dare say that to me? Who do you think you are?! Do you have any idea who I am?” She asked, earning a mocking laugh from the blonde. “And an idiot too, it seems! First of all, I don’t care who you are. Second, all I need to know is that you’re a spoiled brat and a terrible mother,” Yelena continued, and she could hear a soft gasp coming from her friend. 

“Yelena, you don’t have to-” Kate started, yet immediately shut up when Yelena looked at her. The assassin could clearly see the pain in the brunette’s eyes, and it felt like a punch to her gut. Even if Kate was hurt by her mother’s words, and obviously the victim in the situation, part of her still wanted to defend her mother. It showed just how Kate had been raised to agree to whatever her mother wanted, and how manipulative Eleanor actually was. And it angered her even more.

“No Kate, I feel like I have to. Do you even know anything about Kate? What she has been up to recently? How many hours she has spent making that little gift for you? Anything at all?” Yelena continued as she looked at Eleanor, who was still looking stunned. Eleanor opened her mouth to say something, yet closed it shortly after. The blonde stared intensely at the woman in front of her, before scoffing once again.

“You don’t even care, do you? You don’t give a damn about the fact that Kate is a hero, or that she’s trying to fix the obviously broken relationship between you and her,” Yelena added, leaning backwards in her chair as she folded her arms. 

“That is simply ridiculous, of course I care-” Eleanor started, yet was interrupted by Yelena slapping her hand hard on the table. She was having none of this, and she had heard and seen enough. Just by the facial expression and the way Eleanor had reacted to the question, Yelena already knew the answer.

“The only thing you care about is yourself. It’s as simple as that. You’re wallowing in self-pity because you have been sent to jail, and obviously you’re blaming Kate for it. And you’ll do anything you can to make her feel miserable about the position and life she’s earned. Well guess what? Kate did the right thing, and it was the most difficult decision she’s ever made,” Yelena said, pausing for a moment to look at Kate. The archer’s lips were a thin line as she stared at the table, trying really hard to gain control over her emotions, her cheeks still wet from tears.

“And even now she’s making an effort to maintain a connection with you, which I honestly don’t understand, and you just reject her.” The blonde continued, pointing towards the broken present on the floor. “You reject her because she’s not the person you tried to bend her into. And that is your loss,” She concluded, standing up from her chair. Kate’s head snapped up rather wildly, looking frightened at the thought of Yelena leaving her alone, until she felt a strong hand squeeze her shoulder.

“Come on Kate, let’s get out of here. Your mother doesn’t deserve you, and you don’t need her,” Yelena said, giving her friend’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Katherine Bishop, I’m not done talking to you yet. If you leave now, with her, then you can never return. Never.” Eleanor said, her voice low and her eyes cold. Kate looked her mother into the eyes for a long second, before standing up from her chair.

“Goodbye mom,” She managed to say, before turning her back towards her as she and Yelena walked towards the door, leaving a shocked Eleanor behind.

Everything that happened right after was a blur. Kate honestly couldn’t remember much of the way back to Avengers’ Tower, or how she ended up in the living room. The only things she clearly remembered were the pain she had felt in her chest, and the fact that Yelena had held her hand all the way back, leading her home. She was currently sitting on the couch and her mind was running all over the place, replaying the scene with her mom over and over in her head, until she felt a blanket being wrapped over her shoulders. Wiping her tears with one hand, she looked up and stared right at Yelena’s face. Anger and concern were still visible in her eyes as she sat down next to Kate, staring at the brunette. Yelena didn’t have the best relationship with her own mother, but Kate’s mother was on another level.

“I understand if you’re angry with me, but I had to speak my mind. I had to.” Yelena said, clenching her fists tightly at the thought of Eleanor. She never wanted to see that woman again, and she never wanted to see Kate hurt like that again. Kate blinked several times, as if confused about what Yelena was talking about, before shaking her head.

“No… no of course I’m not mad at you, Yelena… I’m actually glad you spoke up, otherwise I would’ve probably still been there,” She mumbled, sniffling her nose as she on her turn stared at the floor. The blonde bit her lower lip and shifted to look at Kate.

“You do realize that everything your mother said is bullshit, right?” Yelena asked with a raised brow. She knew Kate. She knew that her friend would take those negative words to heart, and she had to prevent that from happening.

“But what if she’s right? What if I just don’t belong here, no matter how hard I try?” Kate immediately said, looking Yelena into her eyes. The blonde could see the self-doubt, pain and more self-doubt in them, and she had a really hard time trying not to groan and roll her eyes. Where was Natasha when you needed her.

“Look… I’m not the best at this, but everything that woman told you is bullshit. Okay? She knows exactly what to say to hurt you the most, and it very clearly worked, but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth. It’s so far from the truth, actually,” Yelena said, putting a hand on Kate’s shoulder. 

“I only met Clint through some dumb luck, and he wasn’t happy with me to begin with. Maybe I just forced him, and he went along with it, but never actually wanted it?” Kate continued, and Yelena shook her head. She had to get Kate out of this negative spiral, and fast.

“Trust me, Clinton wouldn’t have picked you off the street if you weren’t worth it. You may have met him through luck, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant to happen,” Yelena said, attempting to make Kate smile. However, when she saw that the brunette had tears in her eyes again, it dealt the final blow to the assassin.

“But what if-” Kate stammered, before gasping in surprise as Yelena pulled her in for a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around Kate’s shoulders. 

“Shut up, you idiot. You belong here with all of us, with Natasha, with me, and that’s final,” Yelena mumbled with a blush. Kate hesitated for a second, before returning the embrace just as tightly, burying her face into Yelena’s shoulder. Yelena felt Kate’s shoulders shake slightly as she let out her remaining sobs, gently rubbing one hand on the brunette’s back. Hugging Kate was… not as bad as she had always thought it would be. It was comforting. Kate kept hugging her for a while, until finally pulling free from her friend.

“Thank you Yelena… I… I really needed that,” She said, wiping her eyes with a small smile on her face. Yelena could tell she was still sad, but she was also doing a little better, so it counted as a victory. Right?

“You’re welcome,” The blonde said with a smile, and she meant it. She hated seeing Kate in pain like that, and that meant Kate had actually become a close friend to her. The brunette let out a deep breath as her shoulders slumped forward.

“She actually meant it. I mean, I’m pretty sure she meant every word she said, but she meant it when she said that I can never see her again, not after today. I don’t think she’ll consider me her daughter anymore,” Kate said, still struggling to accept that fact.

“And I meant what I said. She doesn’t deserve you as a daughter, she proved that today. And you don’t need her in your life, Kate,” Yelena said, reaching out to gently squeeze her friend’s arm. Kate let out another breath yet nodded. 

“Maybe you’re right… I don’t think I’d ever be good enough after sending her to jail, even though I kept trying. So I guess there’s no point in trying, at least not for now,” She said with a sigh. The blonde nodded with a smile, gently patting her hand on Kate’s shoulder.

“There you go. And of course I’m right, I give genius advice after all,” She said with a smirk, and Kate couldn’t help but smile at that. She felt as if a weight had fallen off her shoulders, and relief started to wash over her.

“Natasha was right after all, you really are wise,” Kate said with a chuckle, earning an eye-roll from her friend. It took her all her willpower not to smack Kate in the face with a pillow, since she wanted to be gentle with her for now.

“I do have my moments, yes,” Yelena grinned, gently shoving the brunette’s shoulder. “Is there anything else I can do? Or do you want to be left alone for now?” She added. Kate shook her head and suddenly got a blush on her face, tugging at her own fingers.

“Ehm… well, there’s one thing I can think of,” She mumbled, causing Yelena to frown slightly.

“What is it?” She asked, unsure what her friend wanted to ask. She usually could read Kate pretty well, yet she had no idea what she was getting at right now.

“Can… can you do the thing?” Kate asked, and Yelena couldn’t hide the massive mischievous grin forming on her face. Of course. She immediately knew what Kate meant, yet decided to play dumb for now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kate. What do you mean? What thing~?” Yelena asked with a grin, earning a groan from her friend. She loved bullying Kate like this, it fueled her evil side.

“Yelena! Don’t make me say it out loud! It’s embarrassing!” Kate whined while gently punching Yelena’s arm with one hand, earning a loud laugh from the blonde.

“Oh alright, come here you,” She chuckled, suddenly reaching forward to grab Kate’s sides, starting to gently squeeze up and down while dragging her closer. The brunette often asked for tickles, especially when she was feeling down, and it was, in Yelena’s humble opinion, the cutest thing ever. Kate yelped and let out a surprised laugh, immediately rolling onto her side as she curled in on herself, her back pressed against Yelena’s thigh. 

“Aahahahahaha! Yelenaahahahahaha!” Kate giggled loudly, wrapping her own arms around her sides in an attempt to protect them. Yelena chuckled and shook her head, easily avoiding her friend’s arms. 

“I’ve tickled you a million times already, and you STILL get embarrassed about asking for it? Come on now,” Yelena teased, reaching her hands down to claw at the part of Kate’s belly she could reach. The brunette barked out a laugh, both from the tickles and the teasing, and grabbed Yelena’s wrists. However, due to her giggles, she was nowhere near strong enough to pry her hands away.

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!” Kate cried out, giggling even faster as she tried to curl up even further. Yelena, of course, was right, and she loved calling Kate out for it. She could also tell that Kate was actively trying not to roll away from her. It was so cute.

“Can’t even say the word, now can you? Kate Bishop, you’re so silly,” Yelena giggled, grinning widely as Kate’s ears turned red from blushing so hard. Deciding to use her favorite trick, she gently scratched her nails against the back of Kate’s ribs and underarms. When said brunette rolled onto her back with a squeal of laughter, Yelena immediately snuck both hands under Kate’s shirt to tickle her bare, exposed stomach. 

“NOHHOHOHOHO! NOHO WAHAHAHAHAIT!” Kate shrieked, arching her back while rolling side to side, sending a pillow flying as she kicked her legs wildly.

“Where do you think you’re going? No no, you’re staying right here,” The blonde teased, suddenly pulling a surprised Kate onto her lap, pinning her shoulders down with one hand while the other continued scratching her bare stomach. She gently yet quickly clawed her nails around Kate’s bellybutton, knowing exactly how ridiculously ticklish that little area was. The brunette howled with laughter and slapped against the arm holding her down, yet gave up the fight after a while. She placed an arm over her face as her loud laughter filled the room, with Yelena switching between tickling her stomach, sides and ribs until she was a hysterical mess.

“Had enough?” She asked with a smile, ceasing her tickle attack as soon as Kate nodded to gently pat her stomach instead.

“Y-yeheheah… ohohoho mahahahan… thahahanks…” Kate giggled, shifting slightly so her head was resting on Yelena’s lap. She placed the arm that had covered her face to her side, revealing her bright red cheeks as she caught her breath.

“Ha, flushy cheeks,” Yelena teased, poking one of her cheeks with her finger. Kate playfully glared at her for a second, before suddenly grinning widely. She was about to declare war.

“Squishy cheeks,” She shot back, before rolling off of the couch to bolt out of the living room. Yelena stared at her with an open mouth, before jumping up to run after her.

“Kate Bishop, get back here right now!” She yelled, grinning widely when Kate squealed in anticipation when looking back over her shoulder. She loved a good chase.

“Never! You’ll never catch me alive!” The brunette cried out, giggles filling the building as she tried to escape to safety. Kate wouldn’t be able to reach her room before Yelena would catch her, and Yelena knew that Kate knew that.

Definitely a victory, Yelena thought with a smile.

#Marvel #Marvel fic #Marvel tickle fic #Tickle fic #Yelena Belova #Black Widow #Kate Bishop #Eleanor Bishop #Hawkeye #Yelena x Kate #Kate x Yelena #Bishova #Hurt/Comfort #Fluff #Friendship #Tickling

[slightly-smarter-nat]

I Knew You Loved Me || Kate Bishop

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Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: 16+ advised. Dark themes. Mentions of blood, torture, kidnapping. Mentions of guns, knives and injuries caused by these weapons. Descriptions of killing. Mentions of nightmares/fears. Sad themes, happy ending. Explicit language. A rollercoaster of emotions really. Some themes included may be sensitive to some so proceed with caution. If I have missed any warnings please let me know.

Word Count: 3814 words.

Summary: You and Kate are sent on a mission but what you find is what you least expected.

A/N: This fic took an absolute turn in the complete opposite direction to how I planned it lol. It had me tearing up at 3 am writing it. I hope you all enjoy!

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

Part 2

Masterlist

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GIF not mine

I Knew You Loved Me: Kate Bishop-

“Kate Bishop, where are you?” You call through the empty corridors of the suspected Hydra base. Pacing slowly, with your gun in hand; ready to fire if needed.

“Seriously? You have been hanging out with Yelena too long. What’s wrong with just ‘Kate’?” The archer’s voice sounds through the earpiece lodged in your ear.

You chuckle in response, “Oh come on Bishop, you know I’m kidding, and besides you know what Lena is like, once she’s got her heart set on something, she‘ll do anything to make it happen.”

“You’re saying she has her heart set on irritating me?” Kate questions confusedly.

“Precisely, now give me an update, have you found anything?” You bring the current task back into focus- you and Kate were assigned to check out an abandoned warehouse, South of the city. Records show that its lease expired months ago, however reports suggest that strange noises have been heard from inside the building. With the increased attacks against the Avengers in concern with Hydra, the team aren’t taking any chances and decided it's best to check out any suspicious buildings.

“No, there’s nothing here, I think it was a false alarm, man this place is creepy though.” Kate says.

You line yourself up with a corner of the wall, slowly edging your gaze around it to check if the coast is clear- it is, allowing you to cross to the other side of the wall.

“Kate, we’ve only been here for ten minutes, there’s no way you’ve finished searching your side of the building.” You roll your eyes, you have to agree, the place is creepy. All the walls are white and plain; displaying cracked paint, illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights above. It looks like something straight out of a horror film. The worst part is, you’re convinced you spotted trace patterns of dried up blood on your way in here- highlighting the eerie atmosphere.

“Well what about you? Do you have anything?” Kate enquiries.

You move one foot in front of the other, slowly; scanning every inch of the building’s features to ensure a thorough job is carried out.

“Not quite yet, but something has definitely been going on here, I mean I swear the floor has claw marks on it.” You wince as you say it, dreading the nature of what could have caused those marks.

“I don’t like this y/n-“ Kate’s words are cut off and replaced with a blood curdling scream. Your body freezes in terror, the sudden shock sending a jolt through your system.

“Kate?!” You call, the only response you receive is her terror filled pleas filling the air, a constant ‘help me’ requested.

You sprint in the general direction of her screams, the echoing trait of the walls making it difficult to pinpoint a precise location.

You round several corners, until you come across complete darkness, the lights have failed. With shaky hands you pull out a compact torch from your stealth suit’s pocket. Using a few attempts to flick it on.

You aim it into the darkness, hoping to accentuate the hallway once more.

You timidly whisper ‘Kate’, dreading the scene you’re about to come across from the sounds of torture ripping through the building.

Your eyes remain in a wide state, your body shakes violently; sweat makes its way to the surface of your skin whilst your heart works non stop to activate your ‘fight or flight’ response.

You move the torch rapidly, hoping to find any sign of Kate.

Suddenly, you hear small whimpers close by, causing you to pick up your speed and locate their origin.

Thankfully, you come across Kate, though your heart shatters at the sight. She’s curled up into herself, rocking back and forth, clutching desperately at the purple fabric of her suit. She releases incoherent sounds, sobbing into herself.

You lean down in front of her, propping the torch up to give a bit more light.

“Kate.” You call out softly, not receiving a response. You gently place your hands on her knee, which causes her to flinch slightly before attempting to strike you.

You quickly grab her hands to stop her from hitting you, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s just me, it’s y/n.” You reason with her, causing her to relax her arms in your grip.

Her face is drenched with tears, her breaths are rapid-attempting to overcome her period of anxiety.

You rub her arms soothingly, attempting to calm her down, “Come on Kate, deep breaths. What happened? Are you hurt?” You ask as you scan her body for any sign of injury.

She shakes her head, “I-I’m fine, it doesn’t matter.” She stutters out as she tries to regain her breath, avoiding all eye contact with you.

“Oh, it’s just the screaming, I thought you’d gotten hurt. Kate something must have happened for you to be in this state. Please tell me, you know you can trust me.” You attempt to support Kate.

She briefly makes eye contact with you before mumbling, “You’ll just laugh at me, you and Yelena that is.”

You raise your eyebrow in uncertainty, “What? Why would I laugh? With the near heart attack I just nearly had, I’m not in the mood for laughing. Please, I promise I won’t laugh.”

She looks at you to detect any signs of deceit, finding none she releases a sigh, “I don’t like the dark, it freaks me out. I don’t know what it is, I just panic when I’m all alone and I just feel vulnerable. Usually when I tell people they make fun of me for it.” She shifts in her spot, waiting for your reaction.

“Kate, it’s okay to be afraid, it came out of nowhere, you were bound to be scared. This is by no way of me making fun of you, but what do you do at night? None of the Avengers have ever mentioned this.” You gently put forward.

“Well since I don’t share a room, I use a light so I can still see everything in my room. Plus I have Lucky there to keep watch so if anything were to go wrong, he’d protect me.” She wipes at her face with her sleeves, attempting to cover up her leftover fear.

You sit cross legged on the floor, grabbing her hands firmly, “Kate, if you ever feel like this again, you can come to me okay, I won’t judge, I’ll do everything in my power to help you okay. Also, I promise not to tell anyone, especially Yelena.” You hold your pinky out to signify the importance of your words.

Kate looks at you in surprise, slowly wrapping her pinky around yours, “You don’t know how much this means to me, thank you.”

You’re about to comfort her further when the fluorescent lights flicker back on.

You quickly bring yourself up to your feet, holding your hands out to Kate to pull her up.

Once she’s up, you pick up your torch, switching it off and tucking it back in your pocket.

You look around to see if anything out of the ordinary stands out- everything seems plain.

“Kate, if you want to go back I understand, we can just go and ask someone else to take over the mission.” You don’t want Kate to feel pressured to continue if she isn’t in the right mindset, she’s your main priority at this moment.

She grabs her bow from the floor, gripping it tightly, “No, it’s okay, I’m good. Like you said, we need to do a proper search.” She straightens her stance, displaying her eagerness to carry on.

You sigh in defeat, “Okay, but if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to tell me alright?”

She gives you a firm nod, allowing you both to venture further down the corridor you are occupying.

You reach the end of the corridor, you stretch your arm out in front of Kate, signalling for her to stop as you check that the coast is clear.

“Wait, Kate look.” You both round the corner to see a door.

You both rush over to it, noticing it has a padlock on it. You trace your fingers over the wood, feeling the rough surface of the dead material. Splinters attempting to pierce your skin’s surface, causing you to move your hand away.

“It looks like it’s been closed for years.” Kate says as she taps at the lock.

“That doesn’t mean whatever is behind it isn’t of use, we need to find a way in.” You look around to see if there is anything around you that could be used as assistance.

“Are you kidding? I don’t want to open it, this place is getting worse and worse the longer we stay in it. I knew I should have let Clint take this mission.”

You stop your search when you hear a noise from behind the door; you shush Kate to see if you can hear it again.

“What is it? Is it a clue? Is it a-“

“If you stop talking I’ll be able to tell you exactly what it was.” You playfully scold her.

She leans in closer to the door with you.

You both hear a voice shout ‘hello?’.

“Was that you?” Kate asks.

You look at her baffled, she can’t seriously think that was you calling.

“You concern me Kate Bishop, now any ideas on how to get this door open?” You look at Kate expectantly.

“Well, I didn’t do Martial Arts for nothing, stand back.” Kate shoves you aside as she readies herself. With one brutal kick she sends the door crashing to the ground.

You give her a pat on her shoulder, “Good job, Kate nicely done.” You compliment, missing the blush spreading across her face.

You step closer to the doorway, noticing a set of stone stairs leading down into a room. A soft glow at the bottom.

You look back to Kate giving her nod to confirm the entry.

You raise your gun in front of you, on the defence without knowing what the stairs lead to.

Kate follows close behind, readying an arrow onto her bow.

You make it to the bottom and you feel your whole body stop for a moment.

The individual in front of you is barely alive.

The room has one lightbulb with a pull string, strong enough to display the streaks of blood that paint the walls. The floor displaying the same situation.

A male is placed in the centre of the room, tied to a wooden chair in chains. Blood soaked clothes with rips in them, barely clinging on to his body. He has a blindfold on, completely robbing him of his sight.

The sound of Kate’s footsteps catches his attention, “Hello, is someone there?” He asks.

You look at Kate who’s consumed by the sickening state in front of her, she’s never been on a mission like this- Clint wanted to shield her for a bit longer whilst she gets used to the duties of being an Avenger.

You stand in front of her to move her gaze away from the presumed hostage, “Kate, look at me, call it in, let Clint and the rest know what’s going on okay. I’ll go release him and see what I can find out.”

She gives you a silent nod, showing a vacant expression.

You move away to go towards the male, tucking your gun away in the process.

“Hey, you’re safe, I’m y/n, I’m an Avenger. We’re here to rescue you.” You say calmly as you assess his condition.

He releases heavy breaths, assumed to be from the anxiety of the predicament he’s in and the pain of the injuries sustained at the hands of what can only be Hydra.

“I’m going to remove the blindfold now okay, and then help you out of the chair.” You wait for a response before moving.

He gives you a slight nod, allowing you to reach forward and remove the black material.

He squints at the light, you can only dread to think how long he’s been down here, subjected to unimaginable torture.

When his eyes have adjusted to the light, he looks towards you; his eyes are bloodshot and bruised.

You move around to undo the chains trapping him to the chair, luckily they’re only tied into a knot, meaning you don’t need to cut through the metal.

Once he’s released he slumps forward, causing you to rush in front of him to stop him from falling on to the floor.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, I’ve got you.” You attempt to push him back onto the chair, causing him to grunt in pain.

You can’t even begin to imagine how many injuries he has.

“Why are you here?” You ask him.

“Hydra… they took me hostage, beat the crap out of me for weeks until I’d give them answers on what I knew-“ He coughs furiously, fresh blood covering his sleeve.

You’re about to ask him to clarify what he means by ‘answers’ when Kate calls your name.

“Y/n, Clint wants to talk to you, it’s urgent.” She taps at her earpiece.

“Okay, Kate, can you come over here and help him out?” You say as you walk over to the corner of the room.

She nods as she takes your place by his side.

You tap on your earpiece, opening up the channel straight to the Compound, “Yes?”

“Y/n, what the hell are you thinking? Why did you let Kate-“

You stop Clint in his tracks, not having the blame put on you, “With all due respect Clint, I didn’t know this is what was going to happen. I can’t wrap her in cotton wool, one day she was bound to be exposed to this. If she wants to be an Avenger she’ll have to get used to things like this. It’s our job Clint.” You argue back.

Clint sighs, “Not everyone was raised in the Red Room like you and Natasha, some of us can’t just process things that are horrific like this and get on with our day.”

Your jaw clenches in annoyance, who is he to assume how you deal and process situations?

“Careful Barton, that sounds like a dig towards me and Romanoff. I’m sure when I see the past victims of my time in the Red Room every night in my dreams, I’m paying the price. I don’t need someone like you downplaying how I deal with trauma. Send a team to our location.”

Before he can even answer you cut off the line. You take in a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.

Your attention is caught when you hear a thud behind you.

You turn around to see Kate on the floor, with the hostage stood above her, having disarmed her.

She bangs her head on the floor before he delivers a harsh kick to her side, causing her to let out a cry of pain.

You reach for your gun, snapping it forward to the direction of the hostage.

He’s about to kick her again when he notices your gun, stopping his actions.

“Aww, sorry I didn’t realise you’d finished up on your call. I was just getting to know your friend here. She’s very sweet, very breakable though I imagine.” He puts on a wicked smile as he raises his foot up above Kate.

You tighten your grip on your gun, “If you dare kick her again, you’ll be wishing for Hydra to come back and finish the job because after I’m done with you you’ll be begging for death.”

He laughs at your threat, sending a wave of anger through you, “Oh, I forgot, the Avengers are supposed to show mercy, give people the chance to right their wrongs.” He takes a seat back in his chair, leaning his arms loosely on his knees.

Kate remains on the ground, not recovering well from the fall.

You harden your glare to the man above her, silently warning him to not hurt her again.

“Not all of us show mercy, you’ll find that out the hard way if you don’t do as I say.” You say in a low tone.

“What’s that? Give up? Surrender? It’s so cute, wait no, pathetic that you think you have control in this situation. Sweetheart, as soon as you opened that door you set off a silent alarm, Hydra will be swarming this building any second. We knew eventually that we’d spark the interest of the Avengers, and now we have two of our own to do with as we please. You might want to lower that gun before you hurt yourself with it.” He continues with his patronising state, causing your blood to boil.

“All this effort for two Avengers, seems like a waste doesn’t it?” You retort.

He shakes his head in amusement, “Oh no, we don’t really need her, she can be collateral, it was you we were after. The infamous y/n y/l/n, one of the best Widows to come out of the Red Room. We need someone with your ruthlessness on our side again. Who knew it would only take a fake hostage situation to lure you here. Though I’ve got say, you aren’t living up to your hardcore reputation.”

He lifts up his trouser leg to reveal a concealed knife, he quickly grabs it and places it on Kate’s stomach.

Your finger instantly covers the trigger, ready to fire, “This is not a game you want to play with me, drop the knife, or I will shoot you.”

He presses the knife down slightly to antagonise you, “It that a threat?”

“More like a promise, if you hurt her, I will kill you without hesitation. I’m giving you one more chance to surrender.”

He’s about to retaliate when you hear the sounds of voices upstairs.

“Kate?! Y/N!? Where are you?” You hear Yelena shout, causing you to smirk, knowing the Avengers have wiped out any Hydra agents who dared come near.

The Hydra agent in front of you tightens his fist, narrowing his eyes to display his anger at the destruction of his plan.

He lifts the knife away from Kate, causing you to draw your gun away.

He uses that as an opportunity to quickly slash Kate’s stomach; making her scream out in agony.

Not a second passes as you shoot him directly in the head, the force of the bullet causing him to slump back into the chair.

You rush to Kate’s side, putting pressure on her wound to stop the bleeding, “No, no, no, no Kate I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, please I need you to stay okay, I need you Kate, I need you so much, please.”

You scream for Yelena or any Avenger to find you, your lungs burning from the strain.

You look down and see Kate’s suit staining in red. Her eyes drifting to a close. You sob uncontrollably, doing everything you can to save her life.

Yelena staggers down the stairs, noticing your state-she assumes the worst. She rushes to your side and brings you into a hug. You cry desperately into her, wishing you could take Kate’s place in an instant. Your body is in shockwaves of hurt, feeling like part of you has died in the place of Kate.

The person you love most in this world is gone, and you didn’t even get the chance to tell her.

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You stare out the window glaring at the trees. Adamant to take your mind off the events that occurred over the last day. You feel nothing but torment. You need Kate.

The muscles around your eyes are in agony, from the constant tears, they can’t take anymore stress.

You’ve been crying non stop since you got back, guilt surging your system. It took Natasha and Yelena two hours to calm you down. The events of the Red Room clouding your mind, the loss of Kate, it was too much. Eventually, Bruce was called to sedate you; the only thing strong enough to help you.

The sound of covers moving on the bed beside you catches your attention, halting your thought process.

“Kate?” You ask gently, in order to not startle her.

She slowly opens her eyes, groaning in pain. Wow, how you’ve been so desperate to see those gorgeous eyes again.

“Miss Bishop, how are you doing?”

She looks at you confused, “I prefer my full name than ‘Miss Bishop’, it makes me sound old, gross.” She attempts to push herself up, wincing in pain.

You rush to her side from your chair, “Easy Kate, you’ll over do it.” You say as you help her adjust.

She smiles at your actions; you go to sit back down but she grabs your hand to keep you close.

“I was close to the edge wasn’t I?” She asks.

You nod your head, tears building up,“You died Kate, your heart stopped. I held you in my arms and, and y-you were gone.” You burst into tears, Kate pulls you towards her, bringing you into a hug.

“Come here, y/n. I’m here, I’m safe. You haven’t lost me okay.” She guides you to lay next to her, as she wraps an arm around you.

You sniffle, trying to control your tears, “Kate, we could have lost you forever because of me. I’m the reason you’re in here, if I’d have just-“.

Kate places a kiss on your head, “Y/n, stop. Yeah, you are the reason I am here- alive. You saved me, all I remember before passing out were your hands on my stomach, telling me it was going to be okay. You kept me fighting. You did everything you could to save not just me, but so many people. By shooting that guy, you have saved so many lives y/n, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

You bow your head at her words, processing your relief in her answers.

“Plus I knew you always loved me, no one is that protective over someone they don’t like.” Kate attempts to joke.

At your silence she furrowed her eyebrows, “Wait, you didn’t deny it, you always deny it when I say you love me.”

“Why would I deny the truth? I do love you Kate, with all my heart.”

Tears stream down Kate’s face, you wipe them away gently.

“I thought you just liked me as a super awesome friend, who is much cooler than Yelena.” You laugh at her words.

“I’ve always loved you, you idiot. I just didn’t have the courage to say it.”

Kate smiles uncontrollably, she leans in for a kiss to which you meet her halfway to reciprocate.

It took the fear of losing the love of your life, to give you the courage to actually tell her how you feel.

You finally have everything you could ever want- Kate Bishop is your world and you’ll do anything to protect her.

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[the-widow-sisters]

Please do Natasha and Carol with the promt "She was unconscious when I found her."

A/N: Aww, thank you so, so much for this request 🥺💞💞💞 I haven't done something for these two in a long while and it was super nice to write a little something for them. I love Natasha and Carol and their friendship 💗💗💗

I hope you enjoy! Feel free to send in another request from the list here!

Word Count: 1.5k+

   Natasha had started to get extremely worried about Yelena. She had gone to the Avengers compound to do something with Carol, but she had been gone way too long and she had not answered any of Natasha’s calls or texts.

   Natasha was getting ready to head to the compound, but she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Natasha furrowed her brow, heading over as she opened the door.

   To her shock, there was Carol standing there with Yelena in her arms as she held her with an arm under her knees and an arm under her head and shoulders. Natasha gaped at the both of them, fear gripping her as her mind instantly went to the worst.

   “She was unconscious when I found her,” Carol softly pointed out, and Natasha instantly freaked out even more.

   “What happened?! Is she okay?!” Natasha demanded, moving forward quickly as she touched Yelena’s face, holding it in her hands as she tried desperately to figure out if she had any injuries.

   “She’s fine. I think she was just really tired,” Carol told her, and Natasha looked at her blankly for just a moment before she realized that her statement truly did make sense.

   Upon closer examination, Yelena was sound asleep, and Natasha knew that Carol must have been right. Yelena had not been getting any sleep lately, and all it took must have been just a bit of downtime for her to completely pass out on Carol.

   Natasha moved out of Carol’s way, allowing her to come in as she started to guide her to the back of the house where Yelena’s room was. Fanny was at Carol’s heels, trying to sniff Yelena as they went.

   “She had decided to take a break when we were sparring, and so I just headed over to blow some time on the punching bag. I was talking to her, and when I realized she wasn’t responding, I looked and she was asleep against the wall.

   Natasha nodded slowly, the fear dissipating from her as relief settled in upon her.

   Natasha opened her bedroom door, and Carol moved through the doorway, carrying Yelena to the bed as she gently laid her down on it. Natasha softly shut the door behind her, keeping Fanny from coming in so that she would not wake Yelena up.

   Once Carol moved away, Natasha headed in, placing her hand on Yelena’s head as she swiped the hair out of her face. Yelena hardly stirred, and Natasha knew that Yelena was truly and deeply exhausted if she did not react to touch at all. However, she always had sort of a sixth sense when it came to knowing who precisely was touching her in her sleep, and if it was Natasha, she usually did not stir.

   Natasha could not help a gentle smile. She softly raised up and moved away, and she stopped next to Carol at the foot of the bed.

   “Thank you for bringing her,” Natasha expressed softly, and Carol shrugged easily.

   “You’re welcome. It wasn’t a big deal,” Carol assured her, looking down at the shorter woman. Natasha shook her head.

   “I’m just thankful because she’s so comfortable with you,” Natasha gently expressed, and Carol raised her eyebrows.

   “Really?” Carol questioned, and Natasha nodded easily, finding herself slightly more tender and in touch with her emotions than usual because of her immense worry from earlier and from Carol coming in and quelling all of her worries in her usual dependable manner.

   “Yeah… She fell asleep in front of you, so that definitely means she trusts you a ton,” Natasha spoke up, her voice soft as she tried to keep from disturbing Yelena.

   Carol simply gazed at her wordlessly, taking it in. Natasha suspected that Carol already had some suspicion of this.

   “She really cares about you, and you’re honestly one of the only female people that I’ve seen her get along with so quickly,” Natasha admitted, and Carol’s expression shifted slightly to reflect her surprise.

   Carol was silent for just a moment, presumably in thought, and Natasha just watched her baby sister from where they were standing near the foot of the bed, her chest rising and falling softly as she slept deeply.

   “I knew she cared, and I knew it was special. I guess I just didn’t know it was quite that out of the ordinary for her,” Carol voiced her thoughts aloud, and Natasha huffed, smiling at her softly.

   “Trust me, for her to actually let you touch her as much as you have and for her to actively seek you out to spend time with you one-on-one is not something she does with hardly anyone besides me or Peter,” Natasha explained, and Carol nodded slowly. Natasha felt her heart warming as she realized Yelena was snoring just barely at this point.

   Carol huffed, lightly bumping her shoulder into Natasha’s as she looked over at her.

   “At least I’ve won over one of you,” Carol joked softly, allowing a bit of dramatics to enter her voice as she tried to mess with the redhead.

   Natasha just narrowed her eyes playfully, bumping into her in return.

   “I happen to think a lot of you, too, Danvers. You’ve become one of the people I trust the most, actually,” Natasha expressed, and Carol looked somewhat taken aback as she turned her attentions solely to Natasha.

   “You’re a really great friend, and you’ve always been willing to be there for me and my sister, and that means a lot,” Natasha admitted, and Carol slowly nodded as she soaked in the words. Natasha offered her a bit of a smile, knowing that the blonde had her own issues and that the words must have meant an awful lot to her.

   There was dead silence for a few long moments, and Natasha allowed her to think all of it through.

   “Last time someone said something to me like that was when she was pregnant with my niece,” Carol confessed, her voice so quiet that it could barely be heard if Natasha had not have been paying close attention.

   “And I ended up letting her down,” Carol admitted, trying to make the words more casual than they actually were. However, Natasha knew the depth of them, and she wasted no time in softly reaching her hand up to touch the woman’s back.

   Carol was numerically so much older than her and could be wise beyond her years, but in some ways, it was like dealing with Yelena or Kate. There was some part of her that carried a youthful air, and the way that she seemed to handle losing Maria— the torture and pain of it hiding within her every second of every day— reminded Natasha quite a bit of her own baby sister.

   While usually Carol was like a good friend to her, the both of them on an equal playing field, it was in these few and far between moments of weakness that Natasha wanted to be the big sister to her since it was a guidance and love that she so clearly was craving and missing in her life.

   “You didn’t let her down. You’ve got Monica back now and as far as I’ve seen, you’ve been the best person in her life since her mother,” Natasha explained, and Carol remained quiet as she took in the words, letting Natasha affectionately run her hand up and down her back.

   “You were never perfect, but no one could expect you to be because none of us are. You’re human, and things happen that none of us want or mean for,” Natasha explained, and Carol swallowed, tears finally showing in her eyes. Natasha could tell that she was trying to fight them with all that she had.

   “As far as I’ve seen, you’re the best friend that anyone could ask for,” Natasha stated, nothing but the most confidence in her tone. Carol worked her jaw, listening to Natasha’s words, and she raised her arm to wrap it around Natasha in return, putting it around her shoulders.

   “Wow, Nat. You’ve really got a way with words, huh?” Carol joked, trying to muster some amount of playfulness to dispel the thickening air around them.

   “I’ve got a way with the truth,” Natasha answered, patting Carol’s back, and Carol just huffed, shaking her head as they went back to looking down at Yelena.

   Carol took in a deep breath before turning her attentions back over to Natasha.

   “Do you have a sharpie?” Carol asked, dead seriousness in her tone. Natasha furrowed her brow, letting her hand drop as she looked at her strangely.

   “Yeah… Why?” Natasha asked, and Carol allowed a smile to break through her poker face.

   “I was thinking I could give Squishy here a little surprise,” Carol pointed out, tilting her head in Yelena’s direction to accentuate her words.

   Natasha sighed deeply, shaking her head, and Carol just grinned, laughing as quietly as she could manage to keep from waking Yelena.

   Carol was one of a kind. But Natasha truly appreciated her. Teasing and all.

#natasha romanoff #yelena belova #carol danvers #widow sisters #natasha romanov #black widow 2021 #black widow #captain marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #hurt/comfort #feels #soft #platonic relationships #platonic #sisters #family #friendship

[griefpersevering]

the ripples they cause

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Rating: Teen

Characters: Peter Parker, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova

Relationships: MJ/Peter, Matt/Foggy, Peter & Tony, Nat & Tony

Tags: No Way Home Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Humor, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

There is exactly one person who remembers the name Peter Parker, and that’s Spider-Man. Although the spell prevented the multiverse from tearing itself apart, Peter’s problems are far from over. The number of people calling for his arrest grows every day, and it’s not easy to live your life when you no longer exist.

Luckily for him, the apartment above him belongs to two really good lawyers, and they know every vigilante in the city. With their help — and the assistance of two Avengers intent on rising from the dead — Peter may just be able to find his way in this strange new world.

#the ripples they cause #marvel #mcu #peter parker #spider-man #matt murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #tony stark #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #yelena belova #nwh #hurt/comfort #my writing #ao3 #daredevil

[jinxquickfoot]

Whumptober 2022 Masterlist

I finally got to the end of all the Whumptober 2022 prompts!

1.The One Where Natasha is Tony's Weakness

Day 1: Unconventional Restraints/“This wasn’t supposed to happen” Day 14: Desperate Measures/Failed Escape/“I’ll be right behind you” Day 20: Fetal Position

2. The One Where Clint is Wanda's Weakness

Day 2: Cornered/Caged/Confrontation

3. The One Where Clint is Sam's Weakness

Day 4: Waking Up Disorientated Day 16: "No one's coming" Day 24: "I don't want to do this anymore" Day 31: Comfort/Bedside Vigil/“You can rest now”

4. The One Where Tony is Clint's Weakness

Day 5: Running Out of Air Day 11: Sloppy Bandages/Self-Done First Aid/Makeshift Splint

5. The One Where Scott is Sam's Weakness

Day 10: Waterboarding

6. The One Where Yelena is Natasha's Weakness

Day 15: Lies/New Scars/Breathing Through the Pain

7. The One Where Sam is Bucky's Weakness

Day 21: “You’re safe now”/“Take me instead”

8. The One Where Peter is Kamala's Weakness

Day 22: Allergic Reaction

9. The One Where Peter is Peter's Weakness (with @spagbol99)

Day 23: Forced to Their Knees/Tied to a Table/”Hold them down”

10. The One Where Sam is Clint's Weakness

Day 25: Duct Tape/"You Better Start Talking"

11. The One Where Kate is Peter's Weakness

Day 26: Separated/Rope Burns Day 28: Anger Born of Worry/Punching the Wall

12. The One Where MJ is Peter's Weakness

Day 27: Muffled Screams/Stumbling/Magical Exhaustion

13. The One Where Marc is Steven's Weakness

Day 29: Defiance/"Better me than you"

14. The One Where Clint is Bucky's Weakness

Day 30: Manhandled/Hair Grabbing/“Please don’t touch me”

15. The One Where Rhodey is Steve's Weakness (Mayday Part 1)

Day 9: Sleeping in Shifts/Tossing and Turning/Caught in a Storm

16. The One Where Steve is Sam's Weakness (Mayday Part 2)

Day 6: Ransom Video Day 8: Head Trauma/Back from the Dead Day 13: Fracture/Dislocation/“Are you here to break me out?"

17. The One Where Bucky is Tony's Weakness (Mayday Part 3)

Day 12 Prompt: "Mayday, mayday!"

18. The One Where Clint is Kate's Weakness

Day 3: Say Goodbye/Gun to Temple Day 7: Shaking Hands Day 17: Stress Positions Day 18: “Just get it over with”/“Take my coat” Day 19: Knees Buckling/Repeatedly Passing Out/Head Lolling

#whumptober 2022 #marvel #mcu #whump writing #hurt/comfort #fanfic masterlist #tony stark #peter parker #clint barton #bucky barnes #kate bishop #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #james rhodey rhodes #wanda maximoff #yelena belova #scott lang #civil war fix it #kamala khan #young avengers #hawkeye tv #moon knight #kidnapping #hostage situations

[shiningstarr15]

WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGERY OF BLOOD AND INJURY

Soo remember when I said I would NEVER draw Yelena Belova in anything but joy and happiness?

It wasn’t entirely a lie..

Now hear me out, as much as I prefer the fluffy fics of the sisters, I will admit to having a soft spot for the hurt/comfort (emphasis on the comfort) and BY GOD one of those examples I didn’t know could affect me in some way was the created trope of temporary disabled!Yelena.

So this is from a combination of two fics I’ve read that involved this trope. The first one being Chargedlion’s fic titled Love is Blind in which, you guessed it, Yelena is blinded.

And the second one is from a fic from @the-widow-sisters titled Listen to Me, in which Yelena loses her hearing.

Both of these are multichaptered and terrific and you should go read them if you haven’t ASAP (the link to ao3 is on there directly 💖)

Both of these are scenes from the two stories

Also yes it’s my first attempt at drawing a blind person. I’ve never done so before so I wasn’t sure what it’s supposed to look like but I did my best 😅

And you knew I had to throw Natasha in there somehow, shes majorly important to both stories (duh)

I hope you enjoy!

#yelena belova #natasha romanoff #widow sisters #black widow #black widow 2021 #natasha and yelena #mcu #temporary disability #blindness #deafness #blood and injury #TW blood #bruising #hurt/comfort #angst #blinded character #disabled character #no yelena doesn’t deserve it but the fics are amazing #fanfic fanart #archive of our own #mcu fanart #yelenas hair is supposed to be wet in the first pic #and yes that is the infamous Florence Pugh pout #or at least my depiction of it #idk what is going on with Natasha’s right hand #Natasha is a good big sister #Yelena belova adores Natasha Romanoff #sisters #and I also don’t know where the zebra shirt came from #just go with it

[stories-and-such]

Missions rarely go according to plan, Kate knew this, but she’d never been on a mission that went south so quickly.

She and Clint had gone to a black market auction — yes, another one — to try and retrieve another artifact that had been stolen from the Avengers compound earlier tonight. Everything was going fine at first; the bidders bid, the scumbag selling the priceless items rattled off some ridiculously high numbers, and she and Clint stuck to the sidelines, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves. And then everything went to shit.

It seemed that one of the organizers for this little shindig recognized Kate — yes, Kate, no, not Clint — and then, well, things got ugly pretty quickly after that.

To make a long story short, Kate and Clint both made it out alive and with the artifact, but not completely unscathed. Clint was mostly fine, a couple of scratches and a black eye, but Kate… Kate had gotten the worst of it. Her wrist was most likely sprained — Clint assured her it was not broken — her ribs were heavily bruised, her arms and legs were sore beyond belief, and there was a nasty cut that began at her hairline and made its way down to her eyebrow.

She was banged up and exhausted and all she wanted to do was get home and go to sleep. But she knew that first, she’d have some explaining to do.

As soon as Kate opened the door she heard a quiet gasp.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she muttered as she dropped her bag and bow by the door. “No need to make a big deal out of it.”

“Clearly you have not looked at yourself in a mirror,” Yelena responded. “What happened? Did you take on all of the bad guys by yourself?”

Kate half smiled and shrugged, trying not to wince. “Most of them. Clint helped a little.”

Yelena looked at her through narrowed eyes for a second, then sighed.

“Sit. I will get the first aid kit.”

Kate normally would have argued but the cut on her forehead was still bleeding a little and Clint had given her countless lectures on cleaning her wounds right away, so she did as she was told and haphazardly threw herself onto the couch, groaning at the initial contact. After a minute she relaxed into the soft cushions and sighed contently, listening to Yelena rummage around the bathroom cabinets until she found what she was looking for.

It was still so strange to think about, Yelena living with her. Initially, it was only supposed to be for a few days while Yelena found a place of her own but, at some point, it became a permanent thing. And it wasn’t because she couldn’t find a place or because she couldn’t afford it, it was because they enjoyed each other’s company. They had systems in place for chores and walking Lucky, and for buying groceries. They hung out on their days off and watched movies, or went to the park and played fetch with Lucky. They baked cookies together and took walks around the city at 2 am when they couldn’t sleep. They were friends. As unlikely as that may seem.

Yelena emerged from the bathroom a minute later, red and white first aid kit in hand. She walked over to the couch and took a seat next to Kate, tugging on the girl’s suit to get her to sit up.

“Come on,” Yelena said. “The sooner I get this done the sooner you can go to bed. Now sit up.”

Kate groaned and whined but sat up straight nonetheless.

Yelena opened the box and pulled out her supplies, laying them out beside her.

As soon as the alcohol-soaked cotton pad made contact with the wound, Kate flinched and gritted her teeth.

“Hold still,” Yelena muttered, her eyes focused on the cut.

“It hurts,” Kate mumbled, sinking further into the couch.

“If you’re going to pick fights with guys twice your size then you do not get to complain.”

Yelena set down the cotton pad and squeezed out some antibiotic ointment onto a cotton swab. As she dabbed it onto Kate’s injury, she asked, “So other than getting your butt kicked, how did the mission go?”

Kate rolled her eyes but responded anyway.

“I’d say it went pretty well. We got what we went for, nobody died, and the cops arrested everyone shortly after we left so, I’d call that a victory.”

Yelena smiled. “Yes, I would say that that sounds like a victory too.”

Once Yelena finished applying the Strawberry Shortcake-themed band-aid to Kate’s forehead — it was the only one they had and, secretly, Kate loved it, though it wasn’t really much of a secret — Kate turned to look at the blonde with a grateful smile.

“Thanks,” she said. “I don’t think I would have had the energy to do all that.”

“Not a problem, Kate Bishop.” Yelena snapped the box shut and got up, heading for the bathroom to put it away. “That is what friends are for, no?”

Kate forced a smile even though Yelena was already halfway gone.

“Friends,” she whispered. “Right.”

The truth is, Kate hated being friends with Yelena. Okay, that might’ve come out wrong. She didn’t not want to be her friend, it’s just… sometimes she wanted to be more than just friends. She wanted to cuddle with her and hold her hand and kiss her. She wanted to take her out on dates and show her around the city and hold her when she had a bad dream, which happened a lot.

She wasn’t sure when she started having these thoughts and, desires of sorts, all she knew was that they were ruining her life. Before she started feeling this way things were a lot simpler. But now, it just made things awkward. Like the other day when she walked in on Yelena changing. No big deal, they did it all the time, changed in front odd each other without a second thought, and usually, it didn’t bother Kate. And it didn’t necessarily bother her, it just kind of left her, well, hot and bothered.

Once again, Yelena returned from the bathroom, this time empty-handed, and made her way over to Kate. She reached out a hand and gently pulled Kate to her feet, dragging her up the stairs to her room.

“Do you need help getting out of your suit?” Yelena asked. She pulled out Kate’s favorite t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts and set them down on the corner of the bed.

“What?” Kate asked, dumbfounded. Then a second later the words clicked and she shook her head. “Oh! Um, no, no I’m- I’m good. Thanks.”

She tried. She really, really tried.

When Kate reached up to try and pull her jacket off a sharp pain ran through her arm, the worst of it concentrated on her wrist, and she yelped out in pain. She tried to wave off Yelena’s concerned expression, but the blonde was not taking no for an answer this time. The second time Kate audibly winced, Yelena was the one to wave her off.

“Okay, okay,” she said, pulling Kate’s arms down. “Let me. Please.”

“Yelena-”

“Kate,” Yelena said firmly. Kate knew she meant business when she didn’t use her full name.

She let out a defeated sigh and let her arms fall to her sides.

Yelena smoothly pried the skin-tight jacket off of her, tossing it over by Kate’s dresser, then proceeded to peel off her tank top, leaving her in nothing but a bra.

Again, this was not the first time that they had ever done this. The roles had even been reversed on a couple of occasions, so this should not be affecting Kate this much, but it was. And she hated that it was.

Kate hated that her heart was beating at a thousand miles an hour, and so loudly that she swore Yelena could probably hear it. She hated that her stomach felt like she was on an endless roller coaster. She hated that her palms were sweaty and that her legs were shaky, and she hated the thoughts that were currently running through her mind, but there was nothing she could do to stop any of it.

And there was nothing she could do about it either.

“Are you okay?” Yelena asked. “You’re looking kind of pale. Did I hurt you?”

Kate smiled fondly. “No. You didn’t hurt me. I’m just really tired.”

Yelena mirrored her smile. “Well then let’s get you changed so we can both go to bed. Okay?”

Kate nodded and allowed Yelena to undress and redress her. Those two minutes felt like hours but as soon as it was all over and Kate was lying down on her cozy mattress she couldn’t help but miss the feeling of Yelena’s hands on her body.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Yelena asked again, seemingly very concerned.

Kate nodded. “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” Yelena muttered. “Goodnight, Kate Bishop. I will see you in the morning.”

“Night, Yelena. Thanks again.”

Yelena shot her a smile over her shoulder as she walked down the stairs. And then she was gone. Kate rolled over onto her side carefully and closed her eyes. This crush of hers would be the death of her, she was absolutely certain of it.

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#kate x yelena #bishova #katelena #kate bishop #yelena belova #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #fluff #hurt/comfort #writing #writerblr #hawkeye