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Protector | part 2

Summary: Be the person you needed as a kid.

Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x female!reader, big sister!Natasha Romanoff x teen!female

Warnings: violence, angst, death of a character

Word count: 7746

a/n: The timeline here is obviously different compared to the real MCU, this fic starts after Black Widow and there’s more time between Black Widow and Infinity War. Ideas come from these two asks. I do realize this is similar to Two sides but that’s okay :) read the first part before this!

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Natasha will take great care of you.” Yelena reassures as she drives towards the compound. She wasn’t the happiest to leave Y/N behind, but this mission was something she didn’t want her to be part of.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Yelena! I’m 15 and I know very well how to take care of myself.” Y/N looks out the window, pouting she has to be away from Yelena for such a long time. “I’ve done it for my whole life.”

“See, that’s not something we’re going to normalize. Family takes care of each other.”

The word family still makes Y/N feel weird. She isn’t sure how she’s supposed to feel hearing it. She does have some sort of family now, so she should be happy, but at the same time it makes her feel bad. Caring about people always ends badly. No matter what. You can’t win.

Y/N sighs, she knows Yelena won’t change her mind. “Will there be other people.”

“I think so.” Yelena mumbles. That’s also something she wasn’t very excited about. Leaving Y/N with Natasha is okay, but with other unknown people as well is a whole new story. Yelena doesn’t know the Avengers and she doesn’t know how Y/N will be with them. “Nat lives at the compound and I think they fixed things, so no one is a fugitive anymore.”

Y/N hums. “I get to be part of the next mission, yes?”

“Yes, I will keep my promise don’t worry.” She glances at Y/N with a grin. “It’ll be the best mission ever.”

Y/N giggles quietly. “You know every mission we do turns to shit.”

“Hey, language.” Yelena glares at her, while Y/N rolls her eyes. Sometimes Yelena takes the motherly big sister role a bit too seriously. “The next one will be good, I can feel it.”

“I will bet you ten dollars something goes wrong.”

“Deal.” Yelena and Y/N shake their hands at a red light, both having a smile on their face.

“You’ll keep her safe?” Yelena has been standing on the compound’s front door for fifteen minutes already, going over everything Natasha should know about Y/N and making sure she’ll be good.

“I will, Yelena.” Natasha smiles lightly, starting to get annoyed by her sister. She’s holding Y/N’s bag on one hand while the other lays on the younger one’s shoulder. “Nothing bad will happen to her.”

“Good, because if something bad does happen, I will kill you.”

“I know.” Natasha chuckles.

Yelena grumbles at Natasha not taking her threat seriously, so she just turns to Y/N and gives her a tight hug. “I won’t be gone for too long and you can contact me whenever you want to, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N mumbles to Yelena’s shoulder. She is pressing her head against her, not wanting the involuntary tears to fall. “Be safe.”

“I will.” Yelena kisses her head and backs away from the hug. “Have fun with Natasha!” She starts walking away to her car, waving at the two until the door closes.

Y/N lets out a shaky breath as Natasha starts leading her towards a guest bedroom that’s next to Natasha’s own. “You’ll be sleeping here, is that okay?” Natasha sets Y/N’s bag to the bed.

“Yes, thank you.” Natasha keeps standing around the room quietly while Y/N carefully sits down to the bed. “You don’t have to hover. I know I’m not your sister like Yelena is. Besides, Lena hovers over me more than a family of five combined.” She scoffs with a small smile. She doesn’t hate Yelena’s hovering. It actually makes her feel cared for and safe, but sometimes she takes it too far. Like right now, Y/N would’ve been perfectly capable to go on the mission.

“I’m not doing this just because Yelena asked me to, I genuinely like you and think of you as part of the family.” Natasha sits down next to Y/N. She has a small smile on her face.

“Oh.”

Natasha hums, looking at Y/N’s hands that keep moving. “There won’t be a lot of people around. Wanda is away with Vision, she really wanted to meet you though. And the rest of them are kind of all around.”

“That’s okay. I prefer being around fewer people anyway.”

“So do I.” Natasha stands up, swiping invisible dust off of her hands. “You should rest. You can meet the people who still are here tomorrow. That sound good?”

“Yeah. Thank you, Natasha.”

“Of course.” Natasha gives her a smile before leaving Y/N alone in the room.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N looks around the room. The unfamiliarity of it makes her panic momentarily, but she regains her sense of surrounding quickly. The Avengers Compound. She is supposed to be here. She is safe.

Y/N moves the covers aside to stand up. She crosses her arms around her waist, holding herself tightly. She stands in front of the bedroom door, too nervous to actually leave.

At least fifteen minutes pass by. Y/N keeps staring at the door. She isn’t sure which rooms she’s allowed to go, or where the different rooms even are.

Biting her lip, Y/N takes hold of the handle and opens the door. She steps outside. The corridor is almost fully white and full of doors, probably to other bedrooms. She picks a direction and starts walking, her eyes going through everything, especially corners. Old habits die hard.

After a few turns, she starts to hear talking, so she walks towards it. Glancing around a corner, she sees Natasha and an unknown man talking together. With a deep breath, she makes herself known to the pair by walking in.

Natasha turns her way first. “Good morning.”

“Hi.”

The man turns to look at her as well. “Y/N, this is Steve Rogers, the Captain America. Steve, this is Y/N, she was in the Red Room.” She doesn’t mention Yelena or being sisters, Y/N isn’t even sure if Steve knows about it all.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” Steve walks over to her and puts his hand out.

Y/N stares at him. He’s big and looks strong, but Y/N thinks she could take him down if necessary. “Yeah, you too.” She mumbles, shaking his hand for a very short amount.

“I made breakfast.” Natasha shows a plate of waffles.

“She didn’t actually make them, they’re from the freezer.” Steve fake whispers so Natasha could clearly hear him.

She rolls her eyes, setting two plates down to the table. “Don’t you have a run to go to?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve holds up his hands in mock surrender, a smile on his face. “I’m going. Have fun you two.” He walks away.

Natasha gestures towards a chair opposite of her. Y/N walks over to it, sitting down. She stares at the plate full of waffles. There are so much it could feed her and Yelena.

“I wasn’t sure how hungry you are. No need to eat it all.” Natasha smiles quiet sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. “There’s berries and syrup, take whatever you want. Do you want orange juice? Or apple? We also have water, of course.”

Y/N looks at Natasha. She seems nervous, which is different. She didn’t think someone like Natasha Romanoff could get nervous. “Orange.”

“Got it.” Opening the fridge, Natasha pours orange juice to Y/N’s and her own glass, leaving the jug to the table afterwards. She sits down to her own chair. “I hope you like waffles. I didn’t think to ask yesterday what you’d like for breakfast.”

“I like them.”

“Good.”

They start eating in silence. Y/N takes small pieces at a time, keeping her eyes on the food, while Natasha keeps glancing at her direction. She analyses her face every time, looking for any sign of uncomfortableness or dislike, but she doesn’t see any. Although, Natasha isn’t surprised, Widows are good at keeping their emotions in check.

“You and Yelena have been freeing the other Widows?”

“Yes.”

“It’s going well?”

“Mhm.” Y/N nods, chewing on her food.

Natasha taps the fork with her finger. She isn’t sure how to keep the conversation going with the teenager, or how to overall get more than one word answers.

“What will you do after all the Widows have been freed?”

Y/N shrugs, moving pieces of the waffle around with her fork. “I don’t know. I don’t really know what I’m good at besides killing.”

“That’s what I thought too, but I figured it out. So will you.” Natasha offers her a gentle smile.

“Don’t you still do it?”

“Huh?”

“Killing. Don’t you still kill people? You’re just on the other side now.” Y/N stares at Natasha who struggles to provide an answer. “You would’ve been killed if you weren’t recruited to Shield, yes? So I either have to become an Avenger or a mercenary. And I’m not becoming an Avenger, so I’ll be a paid killer until someone kills me.”

“Well- no.” Natasha looks at Y/N, who has very monotone look on her face. She doesn’t understand how Yelena makes it look so easy. She interacts with Y/N with ease and makes her feel better with just few words.

“It’s okay. I’m just trying to be realistic.”

“Right.” Natasha pushes the empty plate to the side. “Listen, I’m not good at this.” She gestures between the two of them. “Teenagers aren’t my forte, and you aren’t even a normal teenager. Yelena somehow makes it look so easy.” She chuckles. “But I really do want to get close to you, okay?”

Y/N nods, she looks down to hide a small smile. “It’s not easy.”

“Hm?”

“With Yelena.” Y/N turns to look at Natasha. “It’s not easy with her. We fight a lot and disagree on many things. We’re somehow exactly the same and complete opposites, so everything is just a…shit show.”

“Language.” Natasha mumbles with a smirk. Y/N scoffs, smiling at herself. “Yelena can be headstrong and idiotic at times, but she is great.”

“She is.” Y/N frowns. “I don’t think I could do anything without her. She’s the reason I’m sane.”

Standing up, Natasha walks over to Y/N’s side and hugs her. “I know she couldn’t be without you either. And you’ll see her soon. Until then,” Natasha pushes her to arms length, holding onto her shoulders, “we’ll have fun, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N giggles

“I told you I’d take you to the next mission.” Yelena whispers as she, Y/N and Sonya, a third Widow sneak around the huge house. Y/N only shushes her, making Yelena shush her back in annoyance.

They all freeze when the target, Ana, another Widow, steps in front of them. Yelena and her start fighting, while Y/N fishes out a vial of the antidote. “Yelena!” She shouts, throwing the vial towards her.

Yelena grabs it and releases it in front of the woman’s face. “The next bit is going to be really scary, but we are here to help you.”

The woman scrambles up from under Yelena. She stares at the big red spot on her carpet. “Look what you did to my rug. 20 000 dollars down the drain, thanks.” Y/N frowns, she sure didn’t think that’d be the first thing on her mind after being freed from mind control.

“Excuse me?” Yelena looks just as confused.

“I don’t think she was brainwashed.” Sonya chimes in.

“What, you thought I was some rich pervert’s prisoner?” She stares at all three of them.

“Well, yeah, kind of.”

“Wait, this is your house? How can you afford all of this?”

“By doing the thing we’re all best at. Killing for money.”

Y/N sighs at the sentence. No matter how hard she tries to get away from it, everything just keeps reminding her of the purpose she was made to do. Kill people.

The four of them go to sit in the living room and talk in a more civilized manner. Y/N keeps mostly to herself while the three adults talk about the freed Widows.

“Yelena, how is your other sister doing?”

“She’s doing okay.” Yelena smiles lightly.

“Good.”

“Yeah, she’s good.”

“And then, you and Natasha will be reunited and go live your Sex and the City fantasy in New York.” Sonya giggles, missing the solemn look on Y/N’s face. She and Yelena always did want to go to New York, but it doesn’t look like she’s involved in the plan.

Yelena hums. “Excuse me.” She stands up and walks away from the trio.

Y/N sighs, sinking to the chair. She looks around the apartment. It would be very luxurious to live in a place like this, but she doesn’t want to kill people anymore. There has to be something else she’s good at.

Ana turns on the television to pass time. The sound of it is all smushed to Y/N as she thinks about her future. “I’m gonna go see what’s taking Yelena so long.” She mumbles, standing up and walking towards the bathroom Yelena went into. She knocks on the door and waits. Nothing. “Yelena?” Knocking again, louder than before, she starts to feel worry bubble in her stomach. “I’m coming in.”

Y/N opens the door, but the room is empty. With a frown, she starts looking inside the rooms close by. They’re all empty. Starting to get panicky, Y/N goes back to the living room.

“I can’t find Yelena.”

“Y/N.” Sonya has a horrified look on her face as she turns to look at her, but Y/N pays no mind.

“Are there any other rooms she could’ve went into in this giant house of yours?” Ana’s face is glued to the television. “Hello?”

“Y/N.” Sonya grabs her arm.

“What?”

Sonya turns her towards the television. “Listen.”

The News channel is on. It’s showing chaos all over the city. Cars crashing into each other, a helicopter falling down, people disappearing. “It seems like people are randomly turning into dust and disappearing. No one knows why this is happening or where the people are going. We’ll conti-“

The news anchor continues to talk, but Y/N doesn’t hear it anymore. People are disappearing. “No.” She mumbles, shaking her head. “She didn’t turn into dust, she’s here somewhere.”

“Y/N…” Sonya sets her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, but she brushes it away instantly.

“No!” Her breathing picks up as she continues to shake her head. “No. This is some cruel joke. This isn’t real. Yelena!” She shouts, starting to walk towards a hallway, but Sonya stops here.

“She isn’t here.”

“No!” She tries to pull away, but Sonya wraps her arms around Y/N. “Let go of me!” She starts wriggling around, but the older Widow doesn’t let go.

“Let it out. Let it out.”

“Stop it! She can’t be gone.” Y/N sobs, slowly losing her fight. “She can’t be gone.” She drops to her knees, crying, while Sonya continues holding her.

The phones have been ringing for a half an hour already, but Y/N has no energy to pick it up. She just stares at Yelena’s bed. It’s empty. It shouldn’t be empty. Her eyes have already dried, she doesn’t think she could physically cry anymore.

Yelena’s phone rings. She didn’t have it with her on the mission. She doesn’t dare to pick it up. Yelena always said: ”Keep your hands off of it! You have your own phone.”. The phone stops ringing.

After a minute, Y/N’s own phone starts ringing. Finally she answers it. “What?” Her voice cracks from all the crying and screaming she did earlier. She doesn’t even remember how she got to the house, all she knows she was sobbing her heart out.

“Why the hell haven’t you and Yelena been answering your phones?” Natasha’s loud and angry voice comes through the speaker. Y/N knows she’s only worried. “You can’t do that! I was so fucking scared.” She hears Natasha take a deep breath. “Are you two okay? Can I talk to Yelena?”

“Yelena isn’t here.”

There’s a long silence on the other side of the phone. It almost sounds like Natasha hung up, but the occasional shaky breath lets Y/N knows she’s still there. “Where is she?”

“She’s not here.” Y/N repeats.

“You already said that.” Her voice gets louder again. “Where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Y/N!”

Y/N’s hold of the phone tightens momentarily. “I don’t know. I guess she’s with the other half of the world.”

“No… No, no, she can’t.” Natasha mumbles. She sounds worried. There’s a pause. Y/N can hear her pacing. “Where are you?”

“At our house.”

“Okay.” Natasha clears her throat. “Okay, you should come to the compound. Yelena wouldn’t want you to live alone. We’ll fix this, I promise.”

“Okay.”

For a moment, Y/N actually believes her.

The first year of the blip, Y/N stays in the Avengers compound. She finally meets the rest of the team, or the ones that are left. She doesn’t like them. Why do they get to be here but Yelena doesn’t. It’s not fair. Yelena should be here. She’s glad most of them have already left. Y/N doesn’t think she could have spent longer with them. They’re pathetic.

For the first few months she didn’t speak any more than she had to. She stayed in the guest room assigned to her and ignored everyone. When someone talked to her, she’d mostly nod and hum. Although, sometimes she couldn’t even do that. She’d just stare into the abyss.

Then she started to get angry. When Natasha tried to talk to her, Y/N would shut her off completely. Yelling, slamming doors, throwing things, anything to shut her up. It didn’t work, at first, Natasha would keep coming back. She made a promise to Yelena after all, she’d keep Y/N safe. But after a while, she stopped trying as much.

Y/N started to resent everyone and everything. She hated the feeling of uselessness. The survivors. The ones who started to forget and move on. The Avengers. Natasha. Yelena.

There’s a knock on her door. Y/N puts down her phone. She’s been on it a lot these days. She goes to open the door. “What?”

Natasha holds a plate of food on her hand. “You haven’t come out of your room for days. You have to eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” Y/N starts closing the door, but Natasha stick her foot in between.

“I don’t care. You’ll eat.” Natasha welcomes herself in the room. It’s tidy. It’s always been tidy. Y/N is still accustomed to order and organization. It’s also empty. Y/N never wanted to get anything extra to her room. Because this isn’t her home. Her home is where Yelena is. “It’s just scraps from yesterday. I can’t cook, you know that, and Steve isn’t here today.”

“Right.”

Natasha gives the plate to Y/N, sitting next to her. “How are you?”

“Perfect, obviously.” She holds onto the plate, but doesn’t eat.

“Y/N.” Natasha sighs. She rubs her forehead. “I know this is difficult to you, I understand. But y-“

“No!” Y/N pushes the plate back to Natasha as she stands up. “You don’t know. You don’t understand!” She laughs, her eyes wide. She’s hollow. There’s nothing in her voice or eyes. “You have your second family or whatever you call them. All I had was Yelena. She was my family!”

Natasha sets the plate down to a side table, grabbing Y/N’s hands. “I know. And I promise you that we will get her back.”

“Don’t you dare promise me things you don’t even believe in.” Her words come out like a bite. Sharp. Cold. Rough.

“I do believe we can get everyo-“

Y/N pulls herself away from Natasha. “Oh shut up! We both know you can’t do anything alone. And everyone else has already given up.”

Both of them turn quiet. They stare at each other. Y/N’s chest is rising up and down as she breathes heavily.

“I want to leave.”

“You know where the door is.” Natasha mumbles.

Y/N clenches her jaw. It hurt. She knows she’ll regret leaving, so does Natasha letting her leave, but both of their judgments are clouded by emotions.

Y/N packs the few things she has and strides out the door, bumping into Natasha on the way. Natasha spends the night in Y/N’s room, crying.

The next four years go by rather quickly. Y/N doesn’t let herself have any free time to think or feel. She just works and then works some more. She was grateful to have a lot of work. People became angry and violent during the blip. They wanted other people dead. And Y/N was there to grant their wish. It also paid well.

Still, Y/N never moved out of her and Yelena’s old apartment. She never even changed anything in it. She wanted to keep Yelena’s side clean and pristine for her return. If she ever does return.

She cleans her knives from the blood that’s coating them. She always has preferred them over guns, even though the gun collection she has is big. The only sound in the house is coming from the television. The News channel is on.

Y/N throws a clean knife to her bag and picks up the next one. She stares at it. It’s Yelena’s. It has blood on it. It doesn’t feel right. Taking a wet cloth, she starts scrubbing it furiously, gritting her teeth together while doing it.

“Shit!” She drops the knife. Her palm is bleeding. “Motherfucker.” Mumbling, she goes to pick up the first aid kit.

While she bandages her hand, her attention turns to the television. The news anchor is speaking quite frantically.

Y/N ups the volume. ”We’ve just gotten new information from the fight against Thanos. Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff are confirmed dead.” Her whole body freezes. “But their sacrifice has brought back the half we lost during blip. Thank you for your heroism Ave-*

Y/N screams, throwing a knife straight to the television screen. Her breathing picks up quickly. She has to kneel down so she wouldn’t fall down. One of her hands is on the door while the other is pressing against her chest.

Natasha is dead. They’re back. Natasha is dead. They’re back.

The words circle through her brain. She starts feeling sick. Natasha tried calling her few times. Y/N didn’t answer. Then she texted how they’ll save Yelena. Y/N didn’t answer that one either. She didn’t believe her.

Running to the bathroom, Y/N kneels in front of the toiler just in time before vomiting. She coughs. It feels impossible to breathe. There isn’t enough air. The walls are closing in.

There’s a harsh knock on the door.

Y/N freezes. The knocking doesn’t stop. She flushes the toilet and washes her mouth with water. It’s all going in slow motion for her. The walk to the front door feels so long. A shaky breath leaves her mouth when her hand touches the handle.

She opens the door.

“No.” Her voice is quiet, but she sounds and looks just the same as five years ago. Y/N on the other hand, she almost looks unrecognizable to her. Of course she’d always recognize her little sister no matter what. But she’s so…adult like. “You didn’t disappear.”

Y/N shakes her head. She isn’t sure if her voice even works.

“You were alone, for five years.”

“I was.” She croaks out.

“You are an adult now.”

“I am.”

Yelena pulls her into a bone crushing hug. Y/N can’t do it back, so she just stands there. After a while Yelena pulls back to properly look at her. Her hand traces through every feature. Y/N’s face is rougher now, there’s a ragged scar near her left eye. It hasn’t healed properly. Yelena’s thumb caresses it. All that’s running through her mind is how she wasn’t there to protect her.

“You still owe me that ten dollars.” Y/N whispers.

“What?” Yelena’s gaze turns from the scar to her eyes. She instantly frowns. They look so cold compared to when she was a kid.

“You owe me ten dollars, from the mission. I told you it’d turn to shit.”

“Language.”

“You can’t say that to me anymore.”

“Yes I can.” Yelena laughs. It’s airy and sad. “I’m still your big sister.”

The words make Y/N frown. Yelena doesn’t have a big sister anymore. “Natasha is dead.”

“I know.”

“She saved you.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t believe her.” She whispers. “She promised to bring you back, but I didn’t believe her.”

“It’s okay. She knows you didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

Y/N scoffs, walking further in the house. Yelena follows her after closing the front door. Her brows scrunch when she notices the broken television, knives and bloodied papers near the aid kit. Only now she realizes Y/N’s hand is bandaged.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“This is not nothing.”

“Just leave it, Yelena.” She snaps. Y/N groans, rubbing her head. She doesn’t want to get angry at Yelena, especially not right now. She just got back. “Nothing happened.” She rips the knife out of her television. It definitely won’t work anymore.

Yelena sighs, deciding to change the subject. “What have you done during the five years?”

“I was at the Avengers compound for the first year, then I left.”

“And then?”

“You don’t want to know.” Yelena raises a brow. Y/N groans, rolling her eyes. “I…killed people, for money.”

Yelena purses her lips together. She’s mad, obviously. She didn’t want Y/N to live this kind of life, but at the same time, she would’ve done the same. “Okay. Who do you work for?”

“Different people. Whoever needs me.”

Humming, Yelena looks around the apartment. It looks exactly the same. It’s comforting to see that at least something is the same. “Does your current boss need another employee?”

Y/N slams the car door closed, watching as Fanny runs right past her. She walks behind Yelena. The whole car ride there was quiet, Y/N didn’t know what to say, if she even should say anything. She doubts there’s anything that’d help the grief Yelena is feeling. And she’s mourning too, though at times she wonders if she’s allowed to. Anytime those feelings come, though, Yelena seems to be there to remind it’s okay for her to be sad.

Yelena cleans up the grave, while Y/N kneels in front of it. She isn’t sure if her legs would hold her.

Natasha Romanoff

Daughter Sister Avenger

Yelena presses her head against the side of the grave. Whistling to it and then pausing, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would answer.

She stands and helps Y/N up as well. They stare at the gravestone in silence, until the sound of blowing a nose disturbs them. Turning to look at the person, they see Valentina.

“Wow, sorry.” She sniffles. “I’m allergic to the Midwest. What this woman did, honestly, I can’t even imagine.”

“You’re not supposed to be bothering us on out holiday time, Valentina.” Yelena comments, refusing to look at her.

“Oh, bothering you? Oh, no, no. I’m just here paying my respects.”

Yelena hums, not believing a word that comes out of her mouth. “You know, coming here makes you look desperate.” They laugh, but Yelena turns serious very quickly. “We want a raise.”

“Oh, yeah. You and me both. Believe me, you’re gonna earn it.” Valentina takes out a tablet. “I’ve got your next target. Thought I’d hand-deliver it. Maybe you two would like a shot at the man responsible for your sister’s death.” Yelena takes the tablet, showing it to Y/N as well. “Kind of a cutie, don’t you think?”

Y/N stares at the picture. Clint Barton, an Avenger, the one Natasha was stuck in Budapest with. She turns to look at Yelena, who has mostly a emotionless look on her face, but she can see the fury deep within.

Here they go again.

Y/N stares at her phone while Yelena is changing out of the uncomfortable suit. They’re in New York, staying in a fancy apartment Yelena got for them. She has always been the one who thrives in fashion.

’We have a plan, Y/N. We’ll save Yelena and everyone else. You don’t have to be alone anymore. Just like I promised.’

It’s the last text Natasha sent to her. The one she didn’t answer to. Natasha died thinking she’s still mad at her, when truthfully, she never was. Y/N shouldn’t have left. Maybe Natasha would be still alive if she stayed.

“Aren’t you going to change out of that?” Yelena stares at Y/N.

Glancing down at her own suit, Y/N shrugs. She doesn’t have the energy to move. Her side hurts. She’s pretty sure the other woman sliced her with a knife, but Yelena never noticed, so Y/N will keep quiet about. She’d worry too much.

“Are you hurt?”

“No.” She sighs. “Just tired.”

Yelena hums. “I think I lost my mask in there.” Clint pulled it off in the middle of the fight. It never looked practical to Y/N.

“Do you want to go get it?”

“No, I’ll get a new one.” Yelena keeps staring at Y/N, whose eyes are still glued to her phone. She’s reading the text over and over again, as if magically Natasha would text her again and she could apologize. “I think we should visit Kate Bishop later.”

“Okay.”

“You’ve been very distant recently.”

Y/N puts down her phone to look at Yelena. “I don’t know what you mean.” She presses her hand against the wound to slow down the bleeding, hiding the grimaces of pain.

“You don’t talk, you don’t want to do anything but work.” Yelena walks closer. “I’m worried.”

”There’s no need to worry.” Y/N mumbles. She sighs, combing her hand through her hair. Standing up, she starts organizing the things around their apartment. She wanted to keep everything neat and Yelena is more messy than her. It was also way to escape her thoughts.

“You’ve changed.” Yelena states. Her voice is full of worry, but she tries not to show it too much.

“You don’t get it, Yelena.” Y/N’s voice is desperate as she moves her hands around. “Of course I’m different. It’s been five fucking years!”

“Language, please.”

“Stop acting like you’re still my overprotective older sister. I don’t need that anymore.” She starts pacing around her spot, rubbing her forehead. Her head is starting to get cloudy. She can’t get her thoughts straight.

“You don’t just magically stop needing your big sister!” Yelena frowns. “Which is why I’ll al-“

Y/N throws an empty glass to the wall. “Oh shut up!” Yelena doesn’t flinch from the burst of anger.

“Throwing things isn’t going to solve anything.” Yelena takes a few steps forward. She can see the struggle in Y/N’s eyes. “You talk to me when you feel angry. You tell me what’s going on in your mind. You come to me. Because you still need me.” She grabs Y/N’s hands, tightening her hold when she stats pulling away.

Y/N grunts, getting increasingly frustrated by Yelena, who pulls her even closer and closer. “Stop.” She mumbles.

Yelena wraps her arms fully around Y/N, locking her arms under them. Slowly, Y/N starts breaking down. Her tears fill with tears and they fall down her cheeks. Yelena shushes her as she starts sobbing, whispering sweet nothing into her ear. “We’re going to be okay.” She lifts up her hand when she feels something wet. Blood. “Lets get this cleaned up.”

Kate is sitting right in front of them. Yelena is talking with her while eating mac and cheese. Most of the conversation has gone past Y/N, she doesn’t have any energy to listen.

Her head is still a mess, somehow she can’t clear it as well as before. Maybe it has something to do with Yelena being back, or Natasha dying, Y/N doesn’t know.

Kate’s eyes keep glancing at her. She isn’t sure if it’s because of how quiet she is being or how roughly she fought at the rooftop. Her fighting style has changed, though it still involves knives and combat, but she’s more brutal, more calculating. It has helped her a lot at being a mercenary. She learned to detach her feelings from the job, which just made her better.

“No. Our sister saved the world. Natasha Romanoff, she saved the world.” The sentence brings Y/N back down to Earth.

Sister. She isn’t sure if she even knows what the word means anymore.

“You’re really Natasha’s sisters?”

“Yes.”

“No.” Y/N mumbles, speaking for the first time since they arrived to Kate’s old apartment.

Both Kate and Yelena turn to look at her, the latter having a questioning look on her face. “What?”

“She’s not my sister.” Her voice is quiet and her eyes are stuck on the table. “She’s not.” Standing up, Y/N leaves the apartment alone.

Yelena doesn’t come of call after her, she isn’t done with Kate Bishop yet. She also knows she wouldn’t get anything out of Y/N when she’s being so distant.

Y/N walks through the streets of New York until she’s far away from people. After a few seconds of utter silence, she lets out a loud, bloodcurdling scream. She screams until she doesn’t have any air left. Holding onto her stomach, she takes deep breaths.

She couldn’t call Natasha her sister with good conscience anymore. Not after what she did, or didn’t do. It’s her fault she died. Maybe if she stayed at the compound she could’ve taken her place. She didn’t deserve to die. She had people who needed her, like Yelena.

“She’s dead.” She mumbles, closing her eyes. “She’s dead and I killed her.” Blowing air out of her mouth, she relaxes. It helps her, in some sick sense. She’ll spend a lot of time saying things out loud, to remind her what’s real. It clears her head, because sometimes things get mixed up.

After spending three more hours on the one spot, Y/N finally starts walking again. She’s going slowly, staring at her surroundings. She hasn’t really spent any free time exploring the city like Yelena. Not that she had any free time. When Yelena went to see the tourist spots, Y/N did side jobs. She hasn’t told Yelena about it.

The lights are beautiful during the night. She looks up at the buildings. The mist from her breath comes to her field of vision every time she breathes out.

She stops in the middle of an empty street, taking in the cold. She always hated it after the Red Room, but now she misses it. The slight pain from being out in the cold for too long feels like an embrace.

With one last deep breath of the fresh air, she starts walking towards the apartment her and Yelena are staying at. She doesn’t say anything when she comes in, neither does Yelena. She’s grateful for that. At times Y/N hopes Yelena has given up on her like Natasha did. That she’d let her walk out of the door without stopping her, and her every action brings her closer to it.

Yelena and Y/N split right away as they enter the huge Christmas party. They’re looking for Clint, both of them wanting to get the mission over, especially Y/N. It’s too close to Natasha.

Y/N rolls her eyes when the sniper starts shooting. Of course nothing ever goes their way. She follows Yelena to go after Clint, but they lose him momentarily in the midst of chaos and darkness. However, they find a hallway leading to the elevators Clint is in.

As they wait for one, Kate walks up to them. “So, I know you’re chummy with my mom, but I gotta say, I didn’t think you’d make the cut for the Christmas party.”

“Kate Bishop.” Yelena smiles, making Y/N rolls her eyes. She gets too sidetracked in her opinion. “We’re not here to ruin anything. We’re just going to kill Barton, have some appetizers, and then we’ll go.”

“I hope you enjoy the bruschetta, ‘cause it looks like you already lost him.”

“He’s in the elevator.”

“Yeah, what, out of 65 floors, you think you’re just gonna magically guess which one he’s on?”

One of the elevators dings. “Twelfth floor.”

“Damn it.” Kate mumbles.

“Can you two shut up.” Y/N grumbles, staring at the other elevator’s numbers to will them to go faster.

Yelena shakes her head with a sigh before grinning at Kate. “She’s a bit grumpy.” The elevator opens. “Enjoy the party.” The two assassins get in, Yelena stopping Kate from entering. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work as she slips in right before the door closes.

The three of them stand there in silence. At least for a while. Kate decides to disturb it by trying to push all the elevator buttons, multiple times, which Yelena stops every time. Until the third time when Kate slaps her. Y/N actually snorts at it.

As the elevator door opens at the next floor, Y/N and Yelena run out of it, the latter cursing Kate and throwing her jacket at her. Kate runs right after them.

She catches up to them in the middle of some offices. They fight, though not with their full strength. Y/N isn’t opposed to leaving casualties behind, but right now she just wants to get past her.

Kate blocks the doorway forward. “What are we doin’?” She smiles widely. “I mean, it’s Christmas Eve. Let’s grab a drink, huh?”

Yelena nods. “Okay. Yeah. Sure. After we kill Barton.”

“No. No, that’s not what- Come on. You don’t need to-“

Y/N huffs, getting tired to the stalling. “Get out of my way.” She slams herself against Kate, making her fly out of her position. She holds a foot over her chest. “And stay out of it.” Irritated, she jogs away from Kate, who gets up quickly to continue fighting with Yelena.

They finally get to the window, but right when Yelena is about to use her baton, Kate throws an object straight to her hand. “Ow! That really hurts!” Yelena throws her hands around, grimacing in pain.

“Yeah. Yeah, well so did the kick in the ribs.”

“Oh, yeah. That was a good one. That was good form.” Y/N rolls her eyes at the conversation going on. “But you did the really cool body throw.” Yelena motions the throw with her hands.

“Yeah, thank you. Thank you.” Kate purses her lips. “Stop making me like you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N groans, throwing out the wire and jumping out of the window.

Yelena stares at the now empty window. “She’s not one to make friends.” She shrugs at Kate. “That was really fun. Bye.” Jumping out of the window, she takes out her gun and starts shooting at Clint with Y/N. Unfortunately for them, they miss their shots. On the ground, they run to hiding.

They attack Clint again on the ice, Yelena body throwing him to the ground. Clint lays on the ground as Y/N and Yelena stand near him. “Before I kill you, I need to ask you one question.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Yelena and Y/N.”

“I need to know what happened.”

Clint sits up, taking ragged breaths. “Look, Yelena, if I told you what really happened, you’d never believe me. But what you need to know is your sister sacrificed herself, and she saved the world. I’m sorry.” He glances at Y/N, who is intensely staring him down.

Shaking her head, Yelena frowns. “You’re lying. You’re pathetic. You’re so pathetic.” She kicks him down and starts fighting him.

Clint holds Yelena on her place. “Nobody killed her. She made a choice.”

Y/N’s body freezes as she stares at the fighting going on. She knows Clint is lying. She’s the reason Natasha is dead, whether he knows it or not. It’s her fault.

“You’re not listening to me. She sacrificed herself, understand?” Clint holds Yelena on a chokehold, while Yelena looks like she’s about to cry. “I couldn’t stop her.”

Y/N just stares at the fight. Her eyes are glasses over. It’s like she can’t move. Like she’s in the middle of a nightmare that she can’t wake up from. She supposes it is in a way. Just the other way around. Sleep is her escape, but she can’t sleep forever. She has to live day after day in her forever nightmare.

The fight flashes before her eyes. Suddenly Yelena has Clint overpowered. “You should’ve fought harder.” Yelena takes out her baton, nearing Clint as she starts beating him until he can barely hold himself up.

That’s when Yelena drops the baton and takes out her gun, aiming at him. Clint whistles. It makes goosebumps appear on Y/N’s skin, and Yelena stops moving.

“How do you know that?”

“Your secret whistle with Nat. She talked about you all the time, Yelena. She told me about how you got separated as kids. She was flying that plane.” Y/N knows the story. It’s one of the first memories Yelena told her about Natasha. “I asked her if she was scared. All she could think about is that you were safe. That never changed, Yelena. She loved you. And always wanted you safe. Both of you.” He turns to look at Y/N.

“No.” She mumbles.

Natasha told Clint all about Y/N. How the first year of the blip they were together and how regretful Natasha felt after letting her leave. “She was never mad at you.”

“Stop it.”

“She forgave you right away.” Every word he speaks, the more Y/N hurts. “All she wanted was to have you back with her, so she could keep you safe. Like she had promised Yelena.”

Y/N shakes her head. All the thoughts in her head are getting too much.

“She loved you.”

“No!” The change happens in a split second. She takes out two knives, starting to fight Clint who can barely dodge her. Her moves are rough and all over the place. She isn’t calculating all of her moves like usually, now it’s pure emotion and brute force. “She’s dead!” Her yell echoes through the area. Clint is getting littered with cuts while Yelena stands on her place, too stunned to move. “She’s dead! And it’s…it’s-“

Clint gets holds of Y/N’s hands, holding them tightly so she couldn’t move them. She fights against him, but eventually drops down to her knees.

“It’s my fault.” She whispers. ”I killed her.” Dropping the knives from her hands, she stops fighting. Yelena frowns from the sidelines, she didn’t know Y/N thought like that. ”I never answered her. I could’ve stopped her, I could’ve helped.” She mutters.

“You couldn’t have. She made her decision.”

Y/N glares at him, ripping her arms off of Clint’s grip. She stands up and walks away, pulling away from Yelena’s touch as she walks past her.

She continues walking until her legs physically can’t carry her anymore. There’s a small bridge right in front of her, so she goes to sit down on the railing. No one is going through it, giving Y/N a chance to be alone. Her nails are digging deep into her palms and her teeth are clenched together, causing a constant headache.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Yelena’s voice breaks the quiet atmosphere. “Natasha’s death wasn’t your fault.” She says it again to make sure Y/N hears her.

“I didn’t answer her.”

“What do you mean?”

“She tried to call me and sent me a text before she died, saying she’d bring you back. I didn’t answer. I was angry at her.”

Yelena leans against the railing while staring at Y/N. “It’s still not your fault.” She sets her hand on Y/N’s back. “I should’ve been there for you, raising and protecting you. You shouldn’t have been alone.” Yelena huffs, frustrated at the whole situation. “I should’ve protected you.”

“Well you didn’t, did you?” Y/N turns around, dropping down from the railing to stand in front of Yelena. “You weren’t there to keep me safe or comfort me, and that’s shitty, but you can’t do anything to change it. So, just stop it.”

Yelena purses her lips together. She knows Y/N is right. In a way, they can probably never get back to the way they were. Y/N is an adult now. She was all alone for years and that changed her for the rest of her life.

“I don’t need a protector anymore. I don’t need you anymore.”

Swallowing, Yelena frowns. The words hurt to hear. Because she still needs Y/N. “Family never stops needing each other.”

“This family broke a long time ago.” Y/N whispers. “I know it was only few seconds to you, but to me it was five years. And during those years I grew up, it’s time for me to move on. You should do the same.”

“No. I don’t want to.” Yelena shakes her head, stepping closer to Y/N. “I’m not leaving you alone again.”

“You aren’t leaving me, Yelena. I’m walking away.” Y/N clears her throat so her sound wouldn’t waver so much. “Thanks for giving me a family, even if it was only for a short while.” She nods and turns around.

“No, Y/N.” Yelena’s eyes turn glassy as she stares at Y/N’s back. “I forbid you from walking away from me!”

“You can’t do that anymore.” Y/N shouts out with a sad smile, not stopping, not looking back.

Yelena keeps standing on her place, just watching as Y/N moves further and further away. She doesn’t follow her.

She can’t do that anymore.

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freyjhasdesiredreality · 1 year

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Target (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N: Hey guys! Here is the story of your choice! I really enjoyed writing this and maybe I could write a sequel about this! Let me know if you want!!

WC: 2.1k+

Warnings: Mention of the Red Room and HYDRA, angst and fluff, let me know if I missed any! Not proofread!!

Natasha and you had a deep past. You both were just children when HYDRA took you. You both grew up together, trained and “graduated” from HYDRA. She kissed you that night, telling you that you would escape together, maybe start a decent life and adopt children. You believed every single word she said. Until she escaped alone and never came back.

Yelena didn’t get her hopes down, she still believed her sister would come back one day and let them go. “Stop being ridiculous, Yelena! She escaped and didn’t even look behind. We are all alone. She won’t save us ever, everything she said were bunch of lies!”, tears streamed down on your cheeks. You didn’t want to believe your words but it was true. She left.

You promised yourself once you get out, you are taking Yelena with you. You wouldn’t be like Natasha. She was a liar and weak. You were strong, the strongest even. You had to do what it takes to leave. And you did.

“Come on, take it. I know you liked it,” Yelena said. She took off her jacket and gave it to Natasha. “She is still alive,” she said before she ran. Natasha froze where she was. You were still alive. Now she had to find you. Even when she ran away without you, you were all she could think about. How could she forget, you were her first love. She never stopped loving you. But she had to do what was right for her. Although she thought about coming back for you, she couldn’t find you even if she tried. So she assumed you were dead. Dead with the others.

“You can’t find a black widow who doesn’t want to be found, Nat, let it go,” Clint hopelessly checked through all of his mails to see if there is any clue from his informants.

“Then why did Yelena tell me she’s alive? She didn’t have to if she didn’t want it.”

The tension in the air was thick, you could almost cut it with a butter knife. She knew how black widows work. You were excellent at hiding. She had no idea if you were still running away or just trying to stay out of vision. Both had the same ending anyway.

“We could try to hire an assassin and hope she would show up?” Clint suggested. Natasha snorted, “And who are we killing?” she mocked. Clint smirked,

“You.”

You heard the news. The news about the Red Room. “Finally, someone took care of it,” you looked up from your computer. “Someone?!” Yelena looked unpleasantly. “I-we took care of it. Not someone,” she said. You looked unamused, “She should’ve done that years ago,” you hoffed.

You kept arguing with Yelena until a notification appeared on your second phone. “Is that what I think it is?” Yelena looked at you. You didn’t answer and unlocked the phone.

Target: Natalia Alianovna Romanova

Codename: Black Widow

Listed As: Special Agent

Appearance: Check Details

Prize: $1.000.000

Labelled as ‘Professionals Only’

“No freaking way,” you snorted and showed the phone to Yelena. “Someone didn’t like what you did.”

She looked at the screen in disbelief. “This can’t be real right?” she asked, disappointed. This couldn’t be real. No one would be stupid enough to go against an Avenger. “This smells fishy, I’ll try to find who created this. A million for an Avenger? This is an amateur job,” you said, took your bags and left.

“We had to put at least a hundred million, I’m a public figure, that’s not how it works,” Natasha said to Clint before entering the room. “Indeed, that’s not how it works,” they both aimed their guns at you. “Oh come on, I’m not a threat, if I wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t be alive right now, this building has some great security by the way,” you mocked. Natasha lowered her gun and signed Clint to do the same. Clint sent her a disapproving look, saying “ I’ll be outside” before he left.

“I thought you would be happier, after what we did with Yelena,” Natasha said, crossing her arms. You frowned, “Well, what did you expect that we cuddle?” She snorted, not leaving her eyes from yours, analysing every detail of you. “A thank you would be nice,” she said.

You laughed really loud, almost scaring Nat with the hint of anger in it. “You really expect me to thank you after what you did years ago? This is only your redemption Natalia, you gotta try harder if you want me to at least show you some goodness,” you spit. “You gave me hope, filled me with dreams then crushed it into millions of pieces with only one move. You left everyone behind you and didn’t even look back. I really wonder if you ever thought of coming back. Now you want me to thank you for destroying the red room? You had that chance maybe a month after your cute getaway but you don’t have that now.”

Even though she tried to hide, her eyes filled with horror. She hoped maybe you still had a little love for her, you could forgive her after she explained everything but now she could see how you were angry with her. “I tried to find you,” she started but you intervened. “Yelena told me everything, don’t bother,” you looked outside, “What do you want from me?”

She tried to approach you but you gave her a warning look so she stopped where she was. “I wanted to apologise for everything I did.” You snorted, looked her in the eye, “You are a little bit late for that Natalia,” you said. Her eyes filled with small tears but she covered it really quickly, “Tell me anything to do for you and I’ll do it. I still love you more than anything,” she said. You looked away and headed towards the door, “Nothing in the world would make me forgive you again,” you left.

“I can’t believe how stubborn you are,” Yelena has been repeating this for the last few hours after you told her what happened. “What did you expect me to do, wanted me to say, ‘oh my love I’ve been waiting for you after you tragically left me to death but it’s okay I forgive you’, huh?” you raised your voice feeling a little impatient now. “Of course not but she saved those girls, she at least deserves a little kindness,” she approached you and took you in her arms. You hugged her back, “I love you both as my sisters and I want to see my happy family again, even though you’re not together,” she said. “How can you be so forgiving after all we witnessed?” you asked. She sighed, she knew you were right but she didn’t want to agree, “You both are the only thing I have left,” she said.

*5 years later*

“You seriously have issues,” you managed to say between your laughs. “Did you really tear her dress off?” you held your stomach that’s now hurting because of laughter. “She had a tactile suit underneath,” you laughed louder, tears flowing down on your cheeks, “Okay that’s enough please stop laughing,” she rolled her eyes. “Okay okay, oh god, Yelena you always find a way to make me laugh,” you said. She threw you a pillow but you dodged it really quick, “What was her name again?” you put two plates on the table, filling them with pasta. “Kate,” she answered. “‘Kelena’, hmm, or is it better if it’s ‘Katelena’? Yes this one sounds better,” she gave you a deadly look, “If this pasta wasn’t so good, I would throw it in your face,” she said. You giggled and ate your pasta.

“How are you with Y/N?” Clint asked Natasha while sparring. “We sometimes talk. Not much and it’s always about Yelena but it’s a thing, right?” she knocked him down. “Okay, don’t hurt me because you can’t have your love back, please,” Clint huffed. “She’ll come around,” he said as he got up. “It’s been 5 years, Clint,” she sighed. “We defeated Thanos side by side, nothing changed.”

She looked up to the sky. You indeed had good reasons to be angry with her, you trusted her and she betrayed you, that’s how you thought. But still a small part of her wished you could forgive her. “Ask her out,” Clint suggested. Natasha frowned, she sent Clint a confused look. “What would you lose? Worse case she says no,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“She would never say yes,” Natasha sighed. Clint smirked, “You can never know until you try,” he said, took his water bottle and left. Natasha took her phone out, clicked on your contact and started writing a message,

<Meet me at the shawarma place? I’ll pay. In an hour.

>Is it a date?

<Come and find out.

You didn’t seem like sending her another answer so she locked her phone and went to get dressed.

Meanwhile at your place of course Yelena was eating your head to convince you. “I am begging you, Y/N, please, please go,” she gave you puppy eyes. “I’ll do anything to make you go now,” you turned to her with a big surprise on your face, “Anything?” you asked with bright eyes. “I already regret what I said but okay yes anything,” she confirmed.

You smirked, “You’ll ask Kate out,” you said, “You’ll text her right now and ask her out. Then I’ll go,” you crossed your arms, challenging her. She furrowed her eyebrows, “Fine,” she hoffed, messaged Kate and showed it to you. She answered almost immediately, accepting her offer. “Now, go,” she warned.

You picked a dress, a black one with a turtleneck and no sleeves. You put it on, took your purse and hat and left. You hid your face with your hat walking on the street. You had amnesty by the government but people would still judge you for your past. You would always be a deadly assassin for them.

You entered the place, quickly scanned around for Natasha. You saw her in the corner, walked towards the table and took the seat. “I’m glad you came,” she said without looking up from the menu. You took the other menu and searched for something to eat, “I’ve made a deal with Yelena, don’t flatter yourself,” you said. You could feel her smirking, you hid your own. She called for the waiter, he took your orders and left.

“Cute place,” you said looking around, “Very authentic.” Natasha observed you carefully, she wanted this date to work. “What do you really want, Natalia?” you leaned to the table. She took a breath, “I want you to give me a chance,” she said. “I gave you one,” you were fast with the reply. “That was years ago and you were right, I was an idiot. But I looked for you when I could. I couldn’t find you so I assumed you were dead until Yelena told me otherwise,” she sighed, taking a sip from her drink. “If you gave me another chance I’d prove it to you that I’m not the same.” This time she sounded more confident. You searched for her eyes, tried to find a hint of lies but she was a master so you couldn’t find any. Although you heard the story, Yelena told you many times in the past years. It was indeed hard to find the red room, especially after they carried you to the sky.

You missed her, you missed everything about her. Your relationship was born in a toxic environment but it was your strength. “How will I know you won’t leave me again?” you asked. “You won’t, but you won’t think about it if you give me that chance,” she reached your hand, “I’m sincere, Y/N,” she gave a small kiss to your knuckles.

“I miss you,” you confessed, “I miss you everyday, everything we used to have,” you took a breath, “But I can’t trust you just like that,” she gave you a small nod. You moved your chair closer to hers, held her cheek and gave her lips a small kiss. “Take it as a motive,” you winked at her. You both smiled, your eyes were shining with happiness.

“Our second date will be a double date with Yelena and Kate,” you said laughing. She almost choked her meal, gave you a confused look, “No fucking way,” she said and started laughing.

Maybe you both needed each other even after a long time.

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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a/n: i didn't want to not post anything this week so i write a little thing.

*not my GIF* (she's badass like this.Marvel bring us back our queen!!)

Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova x Sister!Reader; Kate Bishop x Little!Widow

summary: (i watched a lot of couple video on youtube) R prank her girlfriend because she's bored

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: ~1257

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The recent week was boring in the tower; you couldn't go on a mission because you got hurt on your last mission, so after an hour on your phone, you think about something. Ten minutes later, you were in Yelena's bedroom.

"So, you want to prank your girlfriend because you're bored?" your sister asked, and you nodded. "Let's go I'm in." she said. That's why you liked Yelena; she was always ready to prank anyone, and even if she liked Kate, the brunette was clearly her favorite target. "So, what did you plan?" she asked, and you smirked.

"She should come back tonight with Clint. We don't have time to set up a big thing, so I'll try to upset her by calling her by her full name." you said, and the blonde frowned her eyebrow. "She doesn’t like when someone calls her Katherine; we will see how long she could handle this." you explained, and your sister smirked. She didn't think about something so obvious.

Later this day, you were with Yelena on the couch, watching a movie with the other Avengers in the tower, when Friday told you that Kate, your girlfriend, was back from her mission with Clint. When she came in the living room, she greeted everyone and made her way next to you.

"Hey babe, I miss you." she said before she kissed your cheek. You kissed her back, and when she started to feel at home, you shocked her.

"Hey Kate, how was your mission?" you asked her, and she frowned her eyebrow. You have stopped calling her Kate since you started dating.

"Uh, well. It was more easy than they thought." she replied. Nobody said anything more, and you just finished the movie. It was still early, so Sam decided to watch another movie, and you all agreed. But before that, you wanted some snacks, so you stood up, but you didn't miss asking your girlfriend if she wanted something.

"Katherine I will grab snacks; do you want something?" you asked, and all the noises instantly disappeared. You didn't see it, but the guys started to feel uncomfortable, but Yelena and Tony smirked.

"Uh. Just a soda, thanks." she replied, and you nodded before leaving, and your blonde sister followed you. When you were in the kitchen, your girlfriend looked at Natasha. "Did I do something to her?" she asked, and your older sister was also surprised.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." the redhead said.

In the kitchen, you were packing some snacks with the help of Yelena, but she couldn't help but laugh. "You should see her face." she said, and you smirked.

"Okay, it was funny, but I don't like to see her like that." you said. "I'll make up tonight." you added, and the Russian nodded. You quickly returned to the living room and took your seat next to your favorite black-haired person after you placed the snacks on the coffee table. "And a soda for my Katherine." you said, holding her soda can. The rest of the night went well. Kate thought you just had a bad day, but tomorrow you'll be right, no?

Unfortunately, no. When she woke up, you were running your hand through her hair. "I just woke up, and you want to make me sleep again." she joked, and you smiled. You gently kissed her, and she smiled like a teenager. She loved it when you kissed her; that meant a lot to you because of your past, but the morning kiss was her favorite. There was no one there, just you two.

"Good morning, Katherine." you whispered with a strong morning accent, and you almost laughed when she frowned her eyebrows. She wanted to talk, but she was interrupted by knocks on the door.

"Y/n, I need a new partner for this morning!!" Yelena yelled.

"Duty call," you said, and after 30 minutes, you were out with your sister. Kate started to be pissed off, and you didn't really calm her down because you called her 'Katherine' during the entire week. The next Monday, she started to feel overwhelmed. She was in the kitchen with your two sisters when you showed up, you kissed her cheek like always, and you greeted your sisters. You ate some of Yelena's mac and cheese, and you decide to ask a favor to your girlfriend. "Katherine, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you asked with your puppy's eyes, but she just glared at you.

"It's not the right name," she mumbled, and you knew she was angry, but you didn't want to end this now.

"The last time I checked, you were Katherine Bishop. So, Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you repeated, and she smacked her hand on the kitchen counter.

"Who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked, visibly pissed off.

"It's yo-" you tried to say, but you were cut off.

"No, it's not me. Katherine Bishop is gone!" she said loudly, and Yelena used all her strength to suppress her laughs. "For everyone, it's Kate! For Yelena, it's Kate Bishop! For Nat, it's little hawk! For Alexei, it's Little American. For Melina, it's Y/n's girlfriend! But for you, Y/n Vostokoff, it's Katie, babe, baby, moya lyubov'(my love), hot stuff, printsessa(princess), milaya devushka(cutie girl), moya zhena(my wife) or the future mother of my children!" she exclaimed. "So, I repeat myself, who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked.

The kitchen was silent for a moment. It was really not her thing to raise her voice to you, she was always so lovely and caring. "Wow, Y/n you mess up." Nat said, and Yelena finally laughed. Their voices brought you back.

You quickly stood up and gave your girlfriend a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Katie baby; it was just a prank." you explained, and you chuckled. "If I knew you would be so upset, I would do that earlier." you joked, and she slammed your arm before escaping from your grip.

"I thought you were upset with me, dipshit." she said, and you gasped.

"Kate Bishop, my future sister-in-law, how you called her." Yelena said, and you chuckled.

"I'm sorry." you repeated. "I love you, moya lyubov'." You kissed her and melted when your lips connected with hers. "How could you forgive me?"

"Cuddle with me" she said immediately. "And you'll come with me to Lucky's walk later." she added, and you nodded.

A few hours later, you were in Central Park for Lucky's walk, your finger intertwined with Kate's. She was talking about her week, and something came to your mind, you stopped, and she looked confused.

"Did you mean it?" you asked, and when she showed you, she didn't understand what you were talking about, so you explained. "About being the mother of my children."

She smirked, "I don't mind, but before we have to do something." she said, and you smiled.

You spent the rest of the walk smiling to yourself. This night Kate was fast asleep on your chest, and you just ran your hand through her hair. You were thinking about everything, and you finally thought about something, or more precisely, someone. You looked at the sleeping girl and smiled. Yeah, one day she'll be your wife.

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#yelena belova #yelena belova x fem!reader #yelena belova x fem reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x sister!reader #yelena belova x platonic!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x sister!reader #natasha romanoff x platonic!reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x female reader #widow!reader #sister!natasha #sister!yelena #marvel fanfic #marvel fic

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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Fail-Safe (2)

a/n: hi!! I'm so sorry for the wait, life hasn't been the nicest recently lol. I hope this ok!!

tag list: @sunshadesnrainbowz @wandaromamoff69 @tintedrose12 @m-12344

word count: 1.4k

prompt: Dreykov always had a back up plan, a fail safe, in case his empire fell. You grew up with Yelena and Natasha in the Red Room. But unlike your sisters, who became an Avenger or the greatest child assassin respectively, Dreykov had a different purpose for you. Now that he was gone, you were released from your cage - to hunt down the ones responsible for the death of the Red Room.

pairing(s): yelena belova x dark!sister!reader; kate bishop x dark!reader (not romantic); antonia dreykov x dark!reader

warning(s)/notes: mentions of murder; experimentations; Dreykov being a crap individual; mentions of AoS plot lines; crappy writing; Y/N shows emotions briefly and hates it, does not recommend

Laura laughed out loud at the face you made once trying your latte, a free one you had received once being the one hundredth customer of the week. She covered her mouth with her hand as you glared at the offensive beverage, your guard lowered for a second. Clearing your throat, you pushed the drink away from you on the table and leveled your gaze on Laura, your objective once more ringing through your mind. You took on an inquisitive expression, feigning the appearance of something stalling in your mind. You picked up the coffee Barton’s wife had bought you, not the disgusting one you wanted to throw out the window, and took a sip before asking a question.

“Barton, Barton - why does that name sound familiar?” You made sure to keep your voice lowered, as to not get the attention of the other patrons in the cafe, and to give Laura a false sense of security. The woman smiled softly, taking a drink of her own coffee before answering.

“Probably from my husband, he’s a bit popular around this city.”

You let your eyes widen, brighten at her words. You snapped before pointing at her excitedly.

“Hawkeye! I wish I could’ve seen the battle of New York, I’ve heard it was a spectacle.”

Laura smiled at the child like excitement in your voice. Truth be told, you didn’t have to feign the emotion in your tone, some part of you truly wished you could’ve seen your sis- the Avengers in action. Laura’s phone beeped and she opened her message, looking at you with an apologetic look.

“My daughter,” she explained, waving her phone in the air, “something to do with a school project. Can we exchange numbers? I would love to continue this sometime.”

Something blossomed in your chest at the warmth in her tone but you were quick to squash it. With a quirk of your lips, you wrote your number down on a napkin, handing it to Laura. The woman nodded in thanks before waving back to you and walking away. You waited a few moments before getting up, taking the offensive coffee and marching over to the barista, who looked at you with false happiness.

“Hello ma’am, how may I-” he didn’t get to finish his words, as you focused on the gravitational pulls around his throat. You watched as his face turned red, his hands grasping at his neck, clawing at the skin. Calmly, you set the latte down on the counter and watched in amusement as the barista fell to the ground. Adjusting your jacket, you spun around, a panicked look on your face.

“Someone call an ambulance!”

Soon there was a crowd of people surrounding the barista, voices rising through the air as someone tried to get a hold of 911. You meandered away, your footsteps light as you made your way down the sidewalks of New York City.

“Sir, I wouldn’t recommend using her just yet - our other test subjects have been destroyed by the mere pressure this element puts on their bodies-”

Dreykov raised a hand to stop the scientist, his eyes trained on you as you sat curled up in a corner. You were shaking, pain still coursing through your body days after the last experiment, where your bones were covered in an indestructible substance. But that’s not what haunted your mind, not the burning of your bones or the heaviness that laced your body. No, what haunted you was the look on Yelena’s face before she was knocked out. She looked shocked to see you, shocked to see what Dreykov was doing but not…concerned. She looked like she didn’t care, like you didn’t matter.

Natasha was always the favorite sister.

Dreykov motioned for you and with heavy movements you stood up, making your way to the man. The scientist watched you with an apology in her eyes. You didn’t know what that meant. You were led down a hallway, Dreykov’s hand on your back - guiding you. Once inside a heavily armored room, Dreykov led you to a small chamber. You eyed the vials of levitating darkness with contempt, not wanting to feel anymore pain.

“Now, my georgin, this will only last a moment, then you will taste power only the strongest of men have feasted upon,” Dreykov paused, watching as the contempt into your eyes faded away, still lingering with fear but now drowning in a thirst that was reflected in his own. He raised a hand to move your chin so you were looking at him.

“The…others who were gifted with this opportunity were weak, they crumbled under the weight of what was expected. They disappointed me. But, you won’t, will you, my rising feniks?”

You set your chin, determination flooding your veins. The weighted material coating your skeleton felt lighter, no more holding you down but fueling your strength as you made your way into the chamber. As the door shut, you held back a hiss at the pinpricks of pain on your arms and legs from the needles. You saw Dreykov watching you, then you watched as he nodded to the scientist in your peripheral vision, and you closed your eyes. Focusing your breath, you steadied your heart, desperate not to show weakness. When the vials emptied into your system, you almost bit your tongue off with the force of your teeth.

But you didn’t scream.

Oh no, you didn’t scream.

After a few moments, the pain disappeared, melting away as energy surged through you, whispers flooding your mind. It felt…empowering.

It started with a chuckle, a mere movement of your shoulders in amusement, then it grew into a roar of laughter bursting from your lips.

If this was the price of pain, you would thrive in its riches.

The street was crowded with bystanders, all panicking with the sight before them. Pushing through the crowd, Yelena felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

It was you, she knew it was.

The description that Kate and Clint had given her of the victim’s body only further proved her thoughts to be true. A young man with a crushed throat but no signs of force on his skin. His eyes popping out of the sockets with the amount of force used to destroy his airway, his face a disturbing gray while the rest of his body an unnerving natural shade.

The two archers opted to stay behind at Kate’s apartment, hoping to find a way to track you down. But Yelena knew there was only one true way to catch you, someone who was equally as close to Dreykov as you once were. Someone, who could hopefully win in a fight against you, even with all your advantages. Yelena made it to the front of the crowd, where she saw the EMTs load the body into a truck, the police keeping everyone back as their CSI desperately searched the scene for any evidence.

“They’re not going to find anything,” a voice rang out next to Yelena, accented and rough, “Even if she didn’t have her powers, it’s what we’re taught- to not leave a trace.”

Yelena turned toward the other woman, nodding her chin in greeting. Antonia, once known as Taskmaster, nodded her own in return. She set her gaze towards the ambulance, ignoring the stares from others at her burn marks.

“This is her second, da?”

Yelena nodded, sighing as she rubbed her brow with her hand, curling it into a fist in frustration.

“She’s playing with me, Antonia, leaving a note at Lana’s house, walking around the city, hiding in plain sight. It’s exhausting.”

Antonia shrugged, a humorless smirk pulling on the edges of her lips.

“I wouldn’t take it personally. You and Natasha killed my father and now that Natasha is out of the equation, you’re the only loose string left- excluding your parents.”

Yelena turned her full attention to Antonia, question in her eyes. Antonia sighed, turning her body to face Yelena.

“Y/N is Dreykov’s fail-safe, Yelena, his avenger. You killed him, you’re her target. This,” she waved a hand towards the crime scene, “is just fun and games for her, none of it matters. This ends with your blood staining her hands. It’s what she’s programmed to do.”

Yelena swallowed, sharp pains tugging at her heart. She lost one sister to sacrifice and one to the exploits of a mad man.

At least one could be easily saved.

“Well then,” Yelena faked a smile, looking Antonia dead in the eyes, “we have our work cut out for us then. I’ll call the archers and you go get your suit.”

Yelena watched as the ambulance drove away.

“It’s time to start playing her game.”

a/n: hi!! I hope this was worth the long wait lol...thank you for reading!!

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ii-larb-you · 2 years

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Imagine batmom…being an ex widow…and like being Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova’s sister 🫠🫠

#obsessed with this concept #batmom!reader #batfamily #black widow #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #natasha romanoff x sister!reader #yelena belova x sister!reader #black widow!reader #bruce wayne x batmom #marvel x dc #batmom

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writerslittlelibrary · 8 months

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Were you expecting someone?

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summary: thinking it’s a day like any other, you simply busy yourself with some homework and your hobbies, until there’s suddenly a gun pointed at your head

pairing: Natasha x daughter reader, Yelena x niece reader, Melina & Alexei x granddaughter reader

warnings: a gun?

genre: fluff

words: 1265

a/n: I thought there should be way more content about the Widow family. I love to see more of the concept of Melina and Alexei with a grandchild

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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When you woke up this morning, you were not expecting the situation you were currently in. Because you were wearing your headphones, you had not heard anyone enter the house. Your mom told you she would be gone until late afternoon, and while you were busying yourself with some drawings, you had completely forgotten the time.

Not that it mattered, really. Usually, when your mom comes home she’d always let you know, whether she’d send you a text or simply come into your room and say hi.

This situation however, was slightly different. One moment you were peacefully sketching some ideas you were working on, and the next moment you could feel the cold metal of a gun pressed against your temple. You slowly looked up from your sketchbook, not making any sudden movements.

You thought the woman in the room was simply another Widow from the Red Room, sent to assassinate you. You’d been dealing with those ever since you escaped two years ago.

When you didn’t feel the woman relax her grip on the gun, nor feeling a bullet piercing your skull, you decided to handle the situation yourself. You turned around swiftly, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards yourself, managing to yank the woman forward and knee her in the gut. You pushed her to the side, holding the gun tightly as she let it go in surprise.

She made a move quickly, hitting you across the face. You replied by swiping her legs from under her, letting her fall to the ground as you ran out the room.

You made a run to the stairs, moving to get down as fast as possible. When you did, you saw two other people standing in the living room. It was a man and a younger woman. She couldn’t have been older than 25.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you made a move to run to the front door. You could hear the woman from upstairs making her way down as well. Once you reached the door however, it opened, revealing your mom standing in the doorway holding some groceries.

She smiled at you, then frowned when she saw blood on your face.

“We have to go,” you said quickly, grabbing her hand and trying to run away. She however, didn’t move. You turned around to see her stifling a laugh.

“Were you expecting someone?” you asked her, letting go of her hand and looking at her. “I’m sorry,” she just told you, letting a laugh escape.

She grabbed your arm and dragged you into the living room, setting her bags down before pushing you onto a chair, making a move to grab the first aid kit. “Natasha, Who is that?” you heard the woman from before ask in a strong Russian accent. “I should have warned you,” she said, sitting next to you and carefully cleaning up the blood from your face.

“Yeah, you really should have,” you told, wincing slightly when she pressed the alcohol cloth onto the wound.

“I’m not too pleased you injured her though,” Natasha told the woman. “She attacked first,” the woman replied. You frowned and looked at the woman. “You held a gun to my head!” you told her. The younger woman grinned, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“Y/N, meet my family, guys, meet my daughter,” Natasha said, putting a band-aid on your forehead before cleaning up the things she used, stashing the first aid kit back into the cupboard it came from.

“How?” the younger woman simply asked, sitting down on the other side of you. “Dreykov created her using my eggs after I was sterilized. I didn’t know about her until two years ago,” Natasha explained, grabbing you a glass of water to help with the headache she knew was going to form.

You thanked her for the water and looked at the other two people standing in the room. They hadn’t made a move to sit down yet.

“Y/N, meet Melina, Alexei and Yelena,” Natasha introduced, motioning to the person she meant when she said their name. “Yelena’s my sister-” “And now an aunt too,” Yelena interrupted, also having a heavy Russian accent. She seemed ecstatic by that fact. You smiled at her and simply drank some of your water. “Are you going to stand and glare or…” you said slowly, referring to Melina and Alexei.

Slowly they sat down. The moment they did, Alexei smiled. “Welcome to the family!” he said excitedly, motioning his hands up a little.

Melina now smiled too, getting up and moving towards the fridge. “We need to celebrate,” she simply said as she opened it and reached for a bottle of vodka. She opened some cupboards until she found the one holding the glasses, and grabbed some shot glasses.

She put them on the table and filled them. There were five of them, but you decided not too say anything. Natasha would never let you drink it anyway.

Melina put a glass in front of everyone, you included.

She lifted her glass, as if to make a little toast. “Welcome to the family,” she said as she drank the vodka. Yelena and Alexei did the same, while you just looked at Natasha and smiled awkwardly.

She returned your smile, grabbing her own shot of vodka and drinking it. You didn’t touch yours. “You are not drinking?” Melina asked, stating the obvious. You smiled at her and shook your head. “I’m 16,” you told her, and Melina frowned.

“So?”

“We’re in the United States… It's illegal here. Besides, it's like three pm…” you told her, glancing at the clock. “It is always good time for a drink,” Melina simply replied, pouring herself another glass. You smiled and grabbed your water, finishing the glass. Of course you drank vodka before. You were a Russian after all, but your mother didn’t need to know that.

After Yelena swiped your glass and drank it herself, you turned to your mother. “Can I go now?” you asked, wanting to get out of the awkward family get together.

Natasha smiled and nodded. You got up from your chair and made your way upstairs, immediately jumping onto your bed and grabbing your phone, wanting to tell Wanda everything that just happened.

You talked with Wanda on the phone for a while, explaining how Melina had you at gunpoint and about how bad you felt you threw her on the ground. Wanda laughed at certain things you told her, feeling as though it was a situation you could both laugh about, and you didn’t actually feel bad about something. You two talked for a few hours, simply enjoying hearing the other talk. Then Wanda had to go, saying her dinner she ordered had arrived.

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, you heard a knock on your door. When it opened Yelena walked inside.

“So this is your room huh?” Yelena said as she looked around your room, picking up some stuff and flipping through your sketchbook. “Cool,” she said, sitting down on your desk chair. “Natasha told me to come get you because the food is here.”

“Thanks,” you told her, rolling from the middle of the bed to the side, so you could plug your phone into its charger and get up.

“I think we’ll be good friends,” Yelena said, getting up herself and exiting your room, followed by you. You smiled. This definitely wasn’t how you expected meeting Natasha’s family, had you known about them, but you couldn’t deny you were excited to get to know them better.

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lots-of-pockets · 1 year

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Touch starved

Pairings: Natasha x reader

Words: 2497

Warnings: none

Summary: It’s no secret that Natasha is extremely touch starved, but was far too shy and stubborn to admit it. She constantly makes up excuses for you to hold her. Tummy ache. Head ache. It was only after a particular challenging mission do you finally catch on.

You look up from your phone when you hear your girlfriend sigh heavily from the other side of the couch. She’d been home from work for a little over an hour, and after catching one another up on your days, you’d both taken residence on your respective sides of the couch for your weekly movie night.

“You okay?” You ask quietly as you gently nudge her with your foot, and Natasha looks your way for a short second before nodding her head. Although you were a little suspicious with just how truthful she was being, you’d learned from months of experience it wasn’t worth pushing. With one last glance her way, you bring your attention back to your phone.

You were currently window shopping for books. It had been a while since you’d treated yourself to a new one. You manage to add three to your basket that sound somewhat decent before you hear Natasha sigh again, and you once again find yourself focusing all of your attention on her.

“That was a heavy sigh,” you note as you lock your phone and place it onto the coffee table, and the red head shrugs her shoulders. “You sure you’re okay?” You ask.

Natasha seems to hesitate slightly before she flickers her eyes over to you. “I just have a headache.” She murmurs with a forced smile, and you pout slightly as you hold out your arms. The way Natasha’s eyes light up fills your stomach with butterflies, and you easily welcome her into your embrace when she crawls into your arms and settles on top of you.

Her head ends up nestled just underneath your chin, and her arms circle themselves securely around your waist. You wrap your arms around her before beginning to gently trail your hand up and down her back, your lips pressing softly against the top of her head in a tender kiss.

You feel her warm breath hit the skin of your neck when she lets out a soft sigh through her nose, and you find yourself holding her just that bit tighter.

“Skin.” Natasha murmurs against you, and you smile slightly as you reach down and slip your hand beneath her shirt to rest against the bare skin of her back. As you begin to make gentle circles, you feel her hum in content, and the smile on your lips was instantaneous.

It was just two days later that you feel the deja vu hit you. This time, you and Natasha were in bed, and the tv opposite playing a documentary about sea animals. It had captured your attention almost immediately, your inner nerd shining through, but Natasha’s mind, you noticed, appeared to be completely elsewhere. Her eyes were on the tv, but you could tell she really wasn’t paying attention.

“Nat?” You question, resting a hand on her thigh and giving it a soft squeeze. The red head hums as her eyes flicker over to you, and your lips quirk up into a soft smile as you reach up to give her cheek a soft touch. She seems to instinctively lean into the affection “You okay?” You ask.

That same hesitation on her face was visible almost immediately.

“Stomach ache.” She murmurs, sending you a strained smile. Something about her tone tells you she wasn’t being entirely truthful, but you knew she had no reason to lie so it must just be your tiredness getting to you.

“C’mere.” You murmur, sliding down in bed a little and holding out your arms. Natasha seems to relax instantly as she scoots herself over and falls into your arms, her arms securing themselves around your waist as yours circle easily around her shoulders.

You press a soft kiss to her forehead before bringing your attention back to the tv, your hand beginning to absentmindedly trail up and down her back.

“I love you.” You hear her murmur almost bashfully against your chest, and you smile softly as you return the sentiment. It wasn’t often that Natasha speaks those three words, but you knew without a doubt she loved you as much as you loved her. It was in the things she does and says.

Have a good day at work. Drive safe. A soft embrace and a gentle kiss against your cheek.

For so long she had fought the affection you’d give her. She’d go rigid beneath your touch. Make up an excuse to leave the room the second she saw you coming. She’d lived under the motto that had been installed in her from the mere age of six for so long that it was a hard habit to break.

Love is for children. It makes you weak. I don’t deserve it.

Those walls were still there sometimes. She still hides herself away when things get too much, but those days were now thankfully now few and far between.

You let out a soft sigh as you hold your girl close.

You don’t think you have ever loved anyone more.

You hum lightly beneath your breath as you stir the pasta sauce on the stove, the corners of your lips quirking up into a soft smile when you hear the distinct sound of your front door opening and closing signalling your girlfriend was home. Natasha had been away on a mission for two days, and you missed her more than you could ever bring yourself to admit.

“Baby? It that you?” You call as you turn down the heat, wiping off your hands on a clean hand towel before going to investigate.

You were met with the sight of a tired looking Natasha still dressed in her blackwidow suit kicking off her boots, and you pout slightly at the sight as you immediately head over to her and pull her into her arms. She immediately falls limp against you, so much so that you practically end up holding her up.

“Did everything go okay?” You ask in a quiet murmur as you bring your hand up to cup the back of her head, and she just barely nods against you as her arms tighten around your waist.

“Any injuries?” You push, a little concerned at how quiet she was being.

Natasha nods slightly, “Just a sprained ankle.”

Despite her words, you couldn’t help but smile. Gone were the days that she’d hide whatever injuries she had from you, and though she didn’t outright tell you when she was hurt, she never lied when you asked.

“Let’s go get you sorted. I have dinner ready for when you’re done.” Deciding that you didn’t really want to let her go, you simply bend at the knees and place your arms beneath her behind before lifting her up into your arms. Though Natasha startles slightly at the action, she doesn’t hesitate to loop her legs lightly around your hips and allow you to carry her through into the bathroom.

You gently place her down onto the closed toilet seat and leave her to get undressed as you head through to your shared bedroom to grab her some clean clothes. When you make it back, she was clad in nothing but her bra and underwear, and you smile slightly at the sight as you grab the first aid kit from beneath the sink before kneeling down in front of her.

You don’t need to ask which ankle it was. Her right one was significantly more bruised and swollen than the left, and with a small frown, you grab an ace bandage and begin to carefully wrap it up.

“We’ll get some ice on that after you’ve eaten.” You tell her as you secure the bandage with a safety pin, and Natasha nods as she lets out a quiet sigh before reaching for her shirt. Before you knew it, dinner was finished and you were on the couch with Natasha’s foot in your lap. You were holding an ice pack to her ankle whilst she stares up at the ceiling, your finger tips grazing up and down her bare leg.

Natasha seems to relish in the feeling of your touch, but with the way she was constantly shifting in place you knew she wasn’t as comfortable as she seemed.

Getting an inkling as to what was wrong, you replace your lap with a pillow before scooting out from beneath her. You crawl up her body before curling yourself up next to her, throwing a leg over her hips and resting your head against her shoulder.

“Better?” You ask quietly as you slip your hand underneath her tank top to rest on her bare stomach, and you feel her nod ever so slightly.

You end up falling asleep on the couch, only waking up in the early hours of the morning when you feel Natasha shifting beneath you.

“You okay?” You murmur hoarsely as you climb off of her and attempt to rub the sleep out of your eyes, and Natasha nods as she sits herself up.

“Gotta pee.” She murmurs with a tired smile as she rises to what feet, and you immediately return it as you watch her limp away.

Man she was so cute.

For the next few days, Natasha seems to milk her sprained ankle. She doesn’t outright say so, and you knew she was trying her best to be subtle, but after knowing her for so long and being able to read her cues, that black widow mask she puts on was no longer so effective allowing you to see right through her.

Her ankle was fine. Hell, Natasha operated with ease with busted ribs and had done so many times before. That wasn’t even mentioning the amount of times she’d been shot and was still able to make it back to the quinjet without help.

It tells you that she was simply using her ankle as an excuse to earn affection. It breaks your heart that she didn’t have the courage to simply just ask you to hold her, but you similarly do not have the courage to call her out on it because you knew how much it takes for her to allow herself to be vulnerable with you.

You didn’t want to break that trust. And you could also be wrong. Maybe her ankle really was bothering her. Maybe the tummy aches and head aches were real too and you were just overthinking things. But what if you weren’t?

As you eye Natasha from your place against the kitchen island, you put your plan into action.

Mission Natasha was underway.

The next day, almost like clockwork, Natasha gets all quiet again. You ask her what was wrong, and when she tells you it was just a headache, your suspicions grow. That, however, does not stop you from wrapping her up into her arms and holding her close, and you so without any hesitation.

It happens again two days later, except for this time, it was a back ache as opposed to a headache or stomachache. You offer her a massage, but she turns it down with the excuse that it didn’t hurt that bad.

She, however, does not turn down the offer of a hug, leaving you now one hundred percent sure. All that was left for you to do was find the courage to talk to her about it, and you dreaded the response that would greet you.

The opportunity ironically arises the very next day. Natasha had yet another headache and was currently sprawled out on top of you. It was silent with the exception of the dull murmur the movie playing on the tv was emitting, and though it takes you a while, you finally find yourself able to speak.

“You know you don’t have to be injured or hurting for me to hold you, right?” You murmur as you instinctively tighten your grasp around her, worried, at your words, that she’d try to get away.

Turns out your intuition was correct, because no sooner had those words left your lips, you feel her tense up before attempting to crawl out of your arms. She seemed to be acting upon instinct alone, and your heart breaks further.

“Sshh baby, no, don’t go. I’m not mad, it’s okay.” You rush to reassure, and though Natasha visibly hesitates, she eventually allows herself to once again fall limp against you again. You could tell she was still wary however, and you knew you had to be careful with whatever you said next.

“I love you,” you start as you bring your legs up, Natasha’s lower body settling in the gap that had been created. “And I absolutely adore holding you. You don’t ever have to be worried about me telling you no or pushing you away, okay? I promise.” You attempt to reassure as you cup the back of her head and press a tender kiss to her hairline, and though Natasha doesn’t say anything, you do feel her nod slightly against your chest.

With the knowledge she was now aware of how you felt, you decide it would be best to change the subject. She knew feelings on the matter, and it was up to her on what she chooses to do with them.

You could only hope she picked right.

About a week passes with no more excuses from Natasha. But that also means no cuddles either. You were admittedly a little worried, but as she wasn’t being distant with you and was her normal cheeky self otherwise, you decide not to question it.

It was on a random Monday whilst you were cooking dinner that something amazing happens. Natasha wonders casually into the kitchen and sends you a smile as she heads to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. You were under the assumption that was all she needed and was going to head back into the living room to carry on with the mission reports, just as she’d been doing for the majority of the day.

But she doesn’t. She takes a mouthful of the water before setting the bottle down, hesitating only briefly before sneaking behind you and securing her arms around your waist. You initially freeze in shock, but was quick to snap out of it before allowing yourself to lean back into her arms.

“Hi baby,” you greet casually as you place your hand on the ones she had settled on your stomach, giving them a soft squeeze. You knew not to focus too much attention onto what she was doing, because you knew she’d end up second guess herself and pulling away. “Dinners nearly ready.

“Hi moya lyubov'.” She murmurs, “sounds good.”

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I adored writing it 🤍

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Kate: I don’t know how to tell you this, Yelena, but you’re in love with me.

Yelena: ... what?

Yelena: ... oh my God, I am.

Natasha: What kind of confession did I just witness?

(Bonus)

Yelena: Shut up, you're in love with Y/N.

Natasha: I'm what?

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Hey first of all, thank you for your writing! I enjoy reading your work a lot. I wanted to request an addition to the older sister! Reader AU where the avengers manage to catch a person who used to be a high ranking officer in the red room and has a lot of intel. They specifically requests to see reader. And reader goes in and the person is smug and taunts r about everything she did under dreykov and what dreykov did to r. (Hints to a lot of sexual assult trauma, if you dont mind) and r has gotten used to the taunts, having bward plenty during her red room days. Carol though who was outside in the interrogation room with r’s sisters is livid. She is very protective of r and so she comes inside the room angry. But as the person keeps taunting and saying demeaning stuff about r u still remain unaffected but carol cannot take it. I mean thats the idea I had, you could do whatever u want with it! Thanks again. And sorry for the longg request

Mine to Protect

Family is More Than Blood Masterlist

There things in this story that be triggering of people, please advise the warnings!

Warnings: heavy description of past sexual experiences (usage of handcuffs, voyeurisms, power dynamic, ) implied sexual assault (uses it to taunt the Reader and Carol), original male character uses pet names from the reader, gross dirty talk, past trauma mentioned, self harm, death of an original character, mention of killing, Carol is hella pissed this this and protective.

Relationships: Carol x Reader, Yelena x Natasha x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 3.0k

All of your life, you’ve known pain. The pain was physical suffering\ or discomfort. It caused great trouble, and it could be mental or physical. Pain in the Red Room was negative. It was mystery hands that held you down and took whatever they wanted from you. Hours spent at training, at the ballet bar, or forced to kill your fellow Widows because of an order given. You hated pain and all the negative thoughts that came with it.

However, your life changed. It wasn’t contained by the Red Room. You had room to grow, dream, and create the person Dreykov tried to destroy. Now, pain wasn’t always negative. There was pain that morphed into pleasure when Carol bit down on your neck and soothed it with her tongue; a warmth would fill your belly. Sometimes, you went a little too hard as you trained against Steve and felt each punch from the super soldier, but your laughter bounced off the walls. Other times, you brunt your hand when cooking with Wanda or lose an arm wrestling match with Maria. All that pain was good, a reminder that you were free.

You sat outside. The brisk New York fall air filled your lungs. There was an ache in your fingers as you played the guitar. It would take time for callouses to form on your fingers. You heard the door open and close, but it didn’t stop you from humming to the song you were playing. It was Steve, Tony, and Maria. Oh boy. Stopping, you put the guitar beside you and gave the trio your attention. “Why do I smell trouble?” You asked.

“It’s not me,” Tony said, sniffing under his arm. “I showered.” You rolled your eyes at the billionaire.

“Does the name Andrei Lebedev?” You kept your face neutral, but your stomach dropped. That name would forever be in your nightmares.

“Yes, he was part of Dreykov’s second ring. He disappeared when the Red Room fell. He’s been on Melina’s list, but we haven’t been able to locate and deal with him,” you explained.

“Deal with him?” Steve questioned. “So would kill him if you found him?” You huffed in frustration.

“Don’t act all high and mighty, Rogers. These men have power even with the Red Room gone; they are better off dead.” With a vacant spot, there was a fight to be at the top. You and some of the other freed Widows were working on eliminating them before they could gain momentum. You looked at Maria. “What’s going on?” She handed you a file.

“Lebedev was found in New Asgard,” you opened it and saw a mug shot. The man was 6 feet, 5 inches tall. He had striking blue eyes. Unlike the last time you saw him, his dark brown was longer instead of neatly combed. However, a faint beard outlining his jaw gave you the idea that he was going somewhere safe to shave. “He was looking for asylum, but Val thought he was acting odd and brought him in for questioning.”

“Once they learned who he was, Fury had him transferred to us for questioning,” Tony added. You handed back the file.

“What does this have to do with me?” You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

“He won’t talk to anyone, not me, Maria, or Natasha,” Steve said. “He’s asking for you.” Fuck. Of course, he fucking was. God dammit. Why was Wanda away on a mission?

“What do we want from him?” You asked. Killing him would be the easiest solution.

“Fury wants whatever information we can get from him before sending him to the RAFT,” Maria explained. “Will you talk to him?” You sighed, stood up, and grabbed the guitar.

“Let’s get this over with.”

Sometimes you used pain to punish yourself. Your time at the tower was perfect. Self-inflected pain was the best tool you used to remind yourself of the past. Of the blood you shed and the countless lives ended by your hand.

On the other hand, pain helped ground you. A pinch of the skin on your thigh, biting down on your lip, or fingernails digging into your palm. Anything to help you stay present, preventing your mind from slipping away.

You stared at the door that separated you from him, nails digging into your palm. Your sisters and Carol will be watching. There was no fighting them on that. Sighing, you opened the door. “My malen’kiy pauk (little spider),” it had been a long time since you’ve heard someone call you that name. You closed the door. Immediately, pulling the chair away from the table to sit down. “I’ve missed you so much,” he continued. “But our last meeting was a little different,” he moved his handcuffed hands onto the table. The clash of metal echoed in the quiet room. “If I remember correctly, you were the one handcuffed. No matter to me,” he leaned forward. “I do love a change in a power dynamic.”

You crossed your arms against your chest, placed your right leg over your left, and leaned back into the chair. You remembered that day. Andrei Lebedev was part of Dreykov’s second circle or the vtoroy. These men were trusted as handlers and could leave the Red Room on missions or requests from Dreykov or his inner circle. But they were still seen as less than. They aimed to become part of the pervyy, the men closest to Dreykov. Although Dreykov was the face of the Red Room, it was impossible to run it without help. These men had the same amount of power as him; their word was God because you knew Dreykov knew about the order. A majority of the members of the party were killed in the Red Room explosion. The men you were after were part of the vtoroy. If the Red Room remained, Andrei would be part of the pervyy. He was a cable solider, a little hot-headed, but Dreykov would have crushed that spirit into submission. As a mission success, the pervyy granted Andrei’s request: a night with you. It wasn’t the only time you laid underneath this main.

“Being an Avenger looks good on you, kotenok (kitten). It fills you out nicely,” he groaned, licking his lips. “I bet you taste just as sweet. Do you want to be a good girl again? Just for me.” Still, you remained unfazed, face neutral. Men like this loved to talk, to inflate their ego with their sexual conquests. With time, he would reveal everything.

“I think about our time together a lot,” he smiled. “Your moans were music to my ears. They helped me through many lonely nights.” Lonely nights? The phrase stuck out to you for some reason. How many nights was he truly alone? He was freshly shaved and showered; you figured Val wouldn’t give him time alone to do all these things before locking him up. The man disappeared without a trace once the Red Room fell. Not even Melina, with her contacts, could find him. Andrei was bright but needed to be more smart to avoid capture. Who was helping him?

“Come on, baby,” he whined, mimicking a child throwing a tantrum. “Let me hear that voice again. You were very talkative when we last saw each other. I miss it,” his fingers tapped against the table. “Tell me, pretty, can anyone make you cum like I can?”

No one could see how your nails dug into your bicep, nails so sharp you knew it would pierce your skin. Pain. It grounded you, saved you from slipping into memories of that night, and kept your face stoic when all you wanted to do was scream.

As Carol recognized the true strength of her powers, she practiced keeping her emotions in check. Anger was powerful. Her rage could bring down skyscrapers, collapse entire planets, and turn the milky way into chaos if she wasn’t careful. Through her space travels, she witnessed horrible injustices that boiled her blood, ground her teeth, and left her fuming. Still, she kept her anger in check. However, she was struggling. The way this pig spoke to you was disgusting and vile, and you were just taking it. The only time Carol saw you move was when you first entered the room. She wasn’t sure if you were still breathing.

Unlike you, Natasha couldn’t stop pacing. She would get to one side of the viewing room, turn around, and repeat the process. Not even Maria could get her to stop; Carol believed it had to do with Natasha still being upset with her girlfriend. The youngest of the trio was quiet, playing with the ring all three of you shared. A quiet Yelena was never good, in Carol’s opinion. She saw the blonde tense up every time the man said something about her sister. Andrei laughed. “Why don’t you undo these cuffs? We can put on a show one more time before the cart me away. If I remember correctly, zaychonok (bunny), you loved having an audience,” he groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his head. “My little slut. It got you so wet.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Carol mumbled. All she saw was red. Unlike before, no one was there to protect you; no one was there to tell him to stop. But she was here now. You were hers to protect. She felt her powers itching at the palm of her hands, begging to let loose. It was getting harder to control it, this anger growing inside her. She knew he was still taunting you; maybe she heard Natasha or Maria’s voice, but it was becoming white noise. All of it was pointless besides one singular thought. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” To her surprise, no one stopped her when she left the room.

The door busting open startled you. The hinges barely had enough strength to keep it upright as your girlfriend entered the interrogation room, eyes glowing. Andrei was pulled to his feet and pinned to the wall by her forearm. You saw her entire body shaky. “Oh, is this the pet’s new master,” he teased. There was a shake in his voice as Carol was cutting off air into his lungs. “Tell me, do you pass her around like her old master, or do you keep her to yourself?”

“If you say one more word,” she hissed. “I will crush your windpipe.” You stood up, barely making a sound, but Andrei saw you.

“Oh, this is your lover, isn’t it?” He laughed, gasping slightly. “I’m jealous,” he taunted. “She is a gem—a queen among women. Tell me,” he whispered. “Can you make her scream like I can?”

“I won’t hesitate to paint this wall red with your blood,” you wanted her to do it so this nightmare could end. But it wasn’t the mission. “You can’t hurt her,” Carol continued, putting more pressure on his neck. The man gasped. “She is mine to protect, and I will kill all of you if I have to to keep her safe.” The man smiled, and for the first time entering this room, a chill went down your spine.

“Oh, you think with her living with Earth’s mightiest heroes, she’ll be safe; you are wrong.” Got him. It only took Carol intervening, but he was ready to talk. Gently, you placed a hand on Carol’s shoulder. Her eyes flickered to you.

“It’s okay,” you forced a smile. “Let him go.” You saw the internal debate happen in her eyes. Soon, she released him and threw him back into the chair.

“Power dynamic,” he said, rubbing his throat. A bruise was already forming. “I guess I was wrong about you two.” You sighed and sat down, this time closer to the table. Carol closed the door but stayed in the room, standing in the corner. Your arms were still crossed, and your nails again found the indent in your arm. “You got yourself an impressive guard dog over there. She needs a lesson in obedience.”

“I don’t own her, and she doesn’t own me,” you said. “Who helped you avoid detection after all this time?” He gasped.

“I’m offended you don’t think I could do it alone.”

“You aren’t smart enough, Lebedev,” you deadpanned. “So give me names, or my guard dog will attack.” His eyes glanced at Carol in the corner, and you saw him gulp in fear. Instead of talking, he leaned forward, faces inches apart, and you could feel his breath on your skin. A sharp pinch of your skin kept you present.

“Answer me this, kotenok (kitten). Do you feel safe here?”

“Is that a threat?” You countered.

“Merely a question,” he said. “Do you feel safe here with your sisters close by, Captain America as an ally, and Tony Stark’s super fancy AI keeping watch?” He slammed his hands down, but the sound didn’t scare you. Your nails dug deeper. “Do you feel safe?” He asked again. “Because Oriel Sergeev wasn’t the only person upset when the Red Room fell from the sky.” Oriel Sergeev? He was the man who created that ‘fun’ room.

“Who is helping you?” You asked again. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

“I don’t kiss and tell; you should know that. The Red Room provided stability, a balance, and you and those cunts you call sisters broke it,” your jaw clenched. He huffed out a laugh at your reaction. “It’s only a matter of time before bad girls like you get punished.”

You watched Maria and a few other agents lead Andrei to transport. A body collided with you that almost sent you falling to the ground, but Carol’s arm kept you upright. It was Yelena. Her jasmine scent perfume invaded your senses, grounding you further. “Ugh,” you groaned. “I hated that. I hated the way he talked to you.” You chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

“You aren’t the only one,” Natasha said, and you looked past Yelena as the redhead joined the small group. “Carol beat me to it. I was about to go in there and kick his ass.” You heard Carol laugh behind you, kissing the side of your head. “Are you okay?”

“I’m,” you stopped before you lied to them. “No, but I will be,” you sighed, ending the hug with Yelena. “I think I need a shower, then I’ll start feeling better.”

“Do you want me to join you?” Carol asked. You shook your head.

“I just need a moment by myself,” you smiled. “I’ll be okay, I promise.” As you turned to walk back to your room, Yelena grabbed your hand. Spinning you back around and flipping your arm to show everyone the cut on your arm.

“Your bleeding,” she said, and you pulled your arm back.

“It’s nothing, and it will heal by the time I get in the shower,” you saw the unasked questions from all three of them. “I needed to ground myself when I was in there with him. That’s all. I promise I’m okay, and I’ll come to you guys if I need anything.”

A towel was tightly secured around your body as you stepped out of the bathroom. You hated the way his words crawled underneath your skin. No matter how frequently you scrubbed your skin raw, you felt his hands on you. There was a part of you that wanted to track down his escort van and kill him, to watch his blood stain the pavement. Or maybe have Melina take care of it. But you knew if one of the Widows took the job, it would get traced back to you. Still wet from the shower, you sat on your bed and picked up your phone. The number you dialed wasn’t saved in your phone. It was a number you had memorized as Widows kept giving it to you. She answered on the second ring. “My favorite Black Widow,” she said. “What do I owe the pleasure? Have you considered my offer?” You sighed.

“No, Valentina, I’m still not joining your team. I need a favor.” You were speaking as you could hear cars driving by.

“I’m not a charity, darling. Favors will cost you/” You nodded.

“I know, and I’m willing to pay for it,” you stood up and walked into your closet. “I need to put on a hit. His name is Andrei Lebedev. He is currently in SHIELD custody and on his way to the RAFT. I need it done without using any of the Widows you have employed, and not a single agent hurt.” Valentina laughed.

“You are making a lot of demands for someone not in charge,” you dropped the towel and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

“I always repay my debts, you know this?” This wasn’t the first time you’ve asked a favor from her. Her contacts ran deeper than Melina’s, and in this world, information was valuable. But you knew she would do it and come back to you when she needed something. The Widows that worked for her always told you what they did. You had enough dirt to bury the director, but it would hurt your fellow Widows.

“This will cost you, but I’ll get it done.”

“Thank you.”

“Aw, don’t go getting soft on me,” you rolled your eyes. “My offer is always on the table for you. That will never expire,” you huffed.

“Bye, Valentina.” You hung up the phone before she could respond. You refused to join her every time she asked, even when she proclaimed how much money you could make with your skill set. You feared it would be impossible to say no to her one day.

Two days passed when Maria announced that Andrei Lebedev was killed; no agents were hurt in the ambush. The agent’s eyes never left yours when she told everyone the news. Maybe it was bad you didn’t care if she believed you or not when you claimed you had no part in his death—effortlessly passing blame to whoever helped him. His death was one you never lost sleep over. Like you told Steve, these men were better off dead.

#family is more than blood au #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x y/n #black widow sisters #yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff x reader

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Trust Issues

Summary: While Yelena is waiting patiently, you have the growing feeling you are being followed (part 3)

A/N: Part 3 already! Thanks so much to everyone who’s supported me on this one; it means the world to me :)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Words: 1724

*****

When Yelena woke up the next morning, you were gone. She got up and called out your name, but no answer came. Then she checked the different rooms, while trying to suppress the worry she felt growing inside of her, but you weren’t there. “I’ll make you some breakfast, little fish,” she spoke out loud to the empty apartment, “Maybe you’ll be hungry when you get back.”

Meanwhile, you were walking around London. For the last couple of weeks, you’d gotten to know the city well. It was a strange place, almost opposite of Berlin where you’d stayed before London, but you liked this city better. Maybe Berlin had been a bit too nice for you.

You pulled the hoody you had on over your eyes. Eyeing the people carefully, you were always checking if no one paid a little more attention to you than they should. Most people assumed you were any regular school girl, on your way home or whatever. For a second, you’d even contemplated buying a school uniform to blend in even more. But you didn’t think you’d need it, because who really watches some preteen in a black hoody? London was overcrowded with them.

“Hi, John,” you greeted the old man by the door. With a small smile, you entered the church.

The reverend granted you a bigger smile, “Good morning, have you come for the service?”

“Just the music,” you replied, as you’d done every day so far, even though it wasn’t true.

Slowly, you made your way to the back of the church. The first time you’d ended up here was when you’d only been in London for 24 hours. As a city, it had overwhelmed you and all of a sudden you’d found it hard to remember your training and how to adapt. But then you noticed the old building and a seemingly even older Anglican priest that left the doors unlocked for the homeless to sleep inside, and you’d found solace there. You told him you came for the music, but it was the atmosphere of the place and the prayers that managed to calm you down just as much.

After Morning Prayer, the few people that had attended hurried off to work, but you lingered. Somehow, it was always hard to leave and enter the real world again. The reverend took this moment as an invitation and sat down next to you.

You looked at him carefully and smiled a little shyly.

“What do you like best about my church?”

You pointed upwards, towards the south windows, “Those. The birds in the window.”

“I like those too,” he nodded. He was soft and familiar, like a grandfather almost. You lived by certain rules and one of those was to never let anyone get too close or take a special interest in you, but you’d broken your own laws here. He continued, “What about that one, next to your birds. What do you think of that one?”

You followed his pointing finger and asked, “What is that?”

“It’s a wounded raven,” he explained. “The window was damaged during the war and they replaced it with this one, to commemorate it.”

“The raven’s been shot with an arrow,” you squinted, “but the wound would not have been fatal. Not straight away.”

He looked down at you and frowned, “You know an awful lot about hunting for a city girl.”

You cast your eyes downwards and cursed yourself for talking too much. Instead you mumbled, “I’m not a city girl.”

“Oh, I know.”

Again, you’d betrayed yourself. Just shut up, you told yourself.

And it was like he could read your mind: “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you all sorts of prying questions. But just tell me this, if you can: are you safe?”

You wanted to tell him ‘no’. In fact, you wanted to shout out ‘no!’ You wanted to ask him for help and beg him to take you away and plead with him to take you in, but you knew you couldn’t. Not only could you never get the words out, but it would also mean putting his life in danger.

“You’re not, are you?” he filled in, observing you with sad eyes.

“I think I might be soon,” you told him, partially to comfort him and partially believing yourself too, “My sister is coming for me.”

*****

About an hour later, you climbed in nimbly through the window.

“Hi!” Yelena called out, over the sizzling of the full English breakfast she was cooking, although with a Russian twist to it. “You are hungry. I knew you would be.”

You didn’t speak, but sat down at the table. And for a moment you wondered: is this what having a family feels like?

Yelena walked over to the table and placed a plate piled with food in front of you. Eagerly, you started eating.

“Rybochka, eat slowly. I won’t take your food.”

You looked at her through your eyelashes and continued wolfing down the breakfast. Then you told her, “Don’t you remember?”

“The Red Room?” she asked nonchalantly. “Yes, I remember. They used to reward us with food and take it away just as easily.” “Exactly.”

“The Red Room is gone,” and she offered you more food by way of proof.

You took it enthusiastically.

Yelena watched you while you ate. After a while she wondered out loud, “Where did you go?” “Church.” The word had left your mouth before you could stop it.

“Ha!” she laughed, “Why? God won’t help you.”

“Maybe he will,” you shrugged, picking up a piece of bacon defiantly.

The widow narrowed her eyes and emphasised, “If there is a God, he isn’t there for us.”

“How do you know?”

Yelena seemed to think about this for a long time. Then she confessed, “When they locked me up, I used to pray.”

“So did I.”

“And what happened?” she asked, with a small smile playing about her lips. “Nothing,” you answered, as the images of your ruined childhood flashed across your eyes. “I may believe in God, but I’m not sure he believes in me.”

Yelena nodded slowly and let you finish the rest of your breakfast in silence. Finally, you decided to break the silence again, “Did you talk to your sister? What does she want with me?”

The blonde dug a small knife from her pocket and started carving her initials into the table. Absentmindedly, she said, “It depends. Do you have anyone?”

“No.” You suddenly felt very small. She looked at you with sudden sympathy. It’s funny, you realised, with Yelena it always seemed as if her mind was elsewhere and like she didn't really care, but then, all of a sudden, she was all emotion, every emotion. Like she was now: “You have me.”

“What are you to me?” You tried to keep the emotion out of your voice.

“I am like you, little fish, I am the only one like you.”

You eyed her in silence.

“But you do not know yet if you can trust me.” “I don’t,” you confirmed.

Yelena handed you her knife, “This is the only weapon I have. You are the only one armed now.”

“Liar,” you smirked, and you pointed at her sleeve. “Fine, have this one also.” She handed you her second throwing knife.

You narrowed your eyes at her even more, but you couldn’t help but smile a little too. This felt like a game now, a game that only child assassins knew how to play.

Yelena threw up her hands in mock defeat and played along, “Again, I lie! You caught me!” She stood up and fished a small revolver out of her pants, and put it down on the table.

There was no way you could keep the mirth from your face now, “Were you any good at the ballet taught in the Red Room?”

“I was not graceful enough,” she shrugged, “Madame B, she called me a svinya.”

You snorted in laughter. Sitting back, you demanded, “Go on. Do a pas de chat.”

She got up and awkwardly performed the leap. As she did, a few rounds of ammunition fell from her pockets. You clapped your hands excitedly and exclaimed like a child, “I knew it!”

Yelena grinned, “Knew what? That I was always bad at ballet or that I still had more weapons on me?”

“Both,” you smirked smugly.

“Vseznayka,” she winked at you, before reaching out to try and grab you playfully. You jumped out of the way with a giddy squeal. You couldn’t remember the last time you played, really played, without fearing for what would come next. And all of a sudden, you paused and it brought tears to your eyes.

“Oh, detka,” Yelena breathed when she saw, “Come here.” And before you could protest, she’d pulled you in for a hug. “Don’t be afraid. I understand.”

You relaxed in her arms and let your head fall against her chest, basking in the sense of safety you felt. It was so strange to you, so unfamiliar, yet so warm.

After a few moments, she carefully asked, “Do you want to come with me?”

“To your sister? The one in New York?”

“Yes, we could go see Natasha,” Yelena mused, “And then you could help me track down the other Widows. The ones that still need saving.”

You pulled yourself back and looked up at the older girl, “What would Natasha think of me coming with you?” Obviously, you’d never talked to the other Widow, but you’d quickly realised that Yelena held her in high regard and that she called the shots from wherever she was. And in some strange way, this made you look up to Natasha already.

Yelena scrunched her nose a little in a comical manner, “She would probably tell me that I am putting you in unnecessary danger.”

“I’m already in danger,” you shrugged.

“Thank you!” she threw up her hands like someone finally agreed with her, “Please call my sister and tell her that!”

“I’ll help you,” you decided, “but not just in helping the other girls.”

Yelena looked at you with questioning eyes.

“The Red Room may be gone, but the people behind the operation are still there. We need to dismantle the entire system.”

“Tell me.”

You chewed your lip nervously. “Someone was following me on my way to the church. I think they know I’m here.”

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Summary: Be the person you needed as a kid.

Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x teen!female!reader, Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova

Warnings: google translated Russian, violence, Red Room abuse, some angst

Word count: 9840

a/n: I just watched Black Widow and fell in love with Yelena again so here’s a fic for her <3

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

The picking of the run down Budapest apartment’s door Y/N and Yelena have been staying in makes her perk up immediately. The older widow would never pick the lock, she has the only key to the door with her.

She stands up quietly from the couch, climbing up to the beam on the roof with a help of a cabinet. Holding a knife tightly in her hand, she stays as still and quiet as she can. The door opens after a bit of struggling. Very light footsteps start walking around the apartment.

Y/N puts a hand over her mouth, holding her breath. A red headed woman steps into the living room. She’s pointing a gun forward, checking every corner. The woman doesn’t look familiar to Y/N. It’s not one of the widows coming to get her.

Jumping off the beam, Y/N lands on top of the woman’s shoulders, taking her by surprise and giving her an advantage. She wraps her legs around the woman’s head after kicking the gun away from her, and starts swinging the knife around.

However, the woman is more capable than Y/N originally thought. She throws her to the ground, but Y/N lands on her feet. She tries to go for the knife, but the woman is quicker. So while she slashes it around, Y/N dodges and fights back with punches and kicks.

She gets a few good ones in, until the knife slices her face. Y/N groans, losing her footing which gives the woman a chance to push her against a wall, trapping her.

“Who are you?”

“Я мог бы задать тебе тот же вопрос.” Y/N struggles against the woman, but the knife touching her neck stills her. “What are you doing in my house?” Her accent is strong as she stares at Natasha. (I could ask you the same question.)

“Your house? This isn’t y-“

“Hands off of her.” They both turn to see Yelena in the doorway, pointing a gun towards them. “I won’t tell you again, Natasha, let her go.”

Slowly, Natasha lets go of Y/N. She steps away from her and raises her hands slightly, showing she doesn’t want any trouble.

“У тебя все нормально?” Yelena keeps her eyes locked on Y/N, going up and down to see if anything wrong. When she nods, Yelena turns back to Natasha. “Why are you here?” (Are you okay?)

“Put the gun down and we can talk.”

“Not until you tell me what you’re doing here.” Yelena squints her eyes, taking a step forward. “And put the knife down.” Natasha rolls her eyes, but at the end of the day, she does as Yelena says. She didn’t come here to fight. “Come here, Y/N.”

“She’s the one who attacked me, you know that right?” Natasha watches as the young girl walks over to the blonde.

“She doesn’t know you.” Yelena mutters, moving Y/N’s head around. She gasps seeing blood on her cheek. “You cut her!”

“She attacked me!”

“I don’t care.” Yelena mumbles some curses under her breath while checking if Y/N has any other cuts or bruises on her body. “Hurting children.” She mumbles and clicks her tongue.

“I’m fine, Lena.” Y/N glances at Natasha, who is staring at the duo. She sees the care and softness in the way Yelena touches her. The way she’s genuinely worried about her. “She’s an Avenger, yes? The one you talked about.” Y/N whispers to Yelena.

“Yes.”

“Why is she here?”

“Great question.” Yelena takes her hand away from Y/N. “Why are you here?”

Natasha walks to the kitchen and slams vials of red dust to the table. Y/N turns to look at Yelena with wide eyes.

“Why did you bring those here?” Yelena takes a step forward, her voice loud. “Go clean your cut and I’ll deal with this.” She glances at Y/N before going to the kitchen.

Y/N sighs, going to the bathroom to leave the two adults alone. She grabs a bottle of alcohol and pours it straight to her cheek. She grits her teeth together from the sting. Grabbing a piece of paper and wetting it, Y/N cleans up the blood that has gone all over her cheek. The cut isn’t too deep, but it sill hurts. She puts the alcohol back and takes a bandaid, sticking it over her cut.

Her mind goes back to the vials that Natasha brought back. She didn’t want to see them ever again, she thought it was over now, that the Avengers would destroy the Red Room. But it seems like she’ll never be able to get away from it.

Suddenly a loud bang can be heard. Y/N grabs a smaller knife from her boot when she hears people descending from the floor on top of them. She presses her back against a wall next to the door, her heart beating quickly. The grip on the knife is tight.

She takes a deep breath and opens the bathroom door quietly. The whole apartment is foggy. When she steps outside the room, someone grabs her arm and pulls her away, putting a hand over her mouth. She calms down instantly when Yelena shushes her.

Yelena flips something so all the lights explode, pushing and pulling Y/N with her, dodging all the bullets flying towards them.

Natasha appears next to them. “Where are we going?” They start running up the stairs.

“Motorbike!” Yelena still hasn’t let go of Y/N’s arm. “East side of the building.” They continue running, at times ducking to dodge the bullets coming through the windows.

When they finally get to the roof, Yelena slams the door open. They run as fast as they can, very aware of the widow running behind them. Yelena finally lets go of Y/N when they slide down a roof. They jump to a pillar, holding onto it tightly as Natasha frees it and starts pushing it away.

When the widow reaches them, the pillar is already too far, so she jumps. Natasha grabs her hand. “I got you!” But her hand slips and the widow falls.

“Watch out!” Yelena covers Y/N’s head when the pillar crashes to a building and the two go through a window. “Are you okay?” Yelena helps Y/N up, quickly brushing all the glass away from her body.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Of course, come on now.” Yelena starts jogging down the stairs, Y/N coming right after her. When they step outside, a dead widow and distraught Natasha is all they see. With a scowl, Yelena puts one of the vials back. “Do you believe me now?”

“How many others?” Natasha is on her knees.

“Enough.”

Natasha gets up slowly, giving the dead widow one last change before walking past Yelena and Y/N. “We need to go.”

The trio start running again. When they near the row of motorbikes, Natasha glances at Yelena. “Which one’s yours?”

“Black. Brown seat.” Yelena stops next to her motorbike, patting down all of her pockets. “Where are my keys?” That’s when Natasha shows the keys. “Сука.” She mumbles hopping onto the bike after Natasha.

Y/N starts hot wiring a motorbike next to them, hopping on right when it starts. “Go, go! I’ll come right after you.” She yells out when she notices Natasha and Yelena still haven’t left.

Yelena grumbles, but doesn’t get to say any complaints as Natasha starts driving. Y/N starts driving right after them, trying to get away from the tank that appeared out of nowhere.

They drive through a small alley to get away from it, only to be followed by a widow on a motorbike. “Shit.” Y/N mumbles to herself, going faster to catch up with Yelena and Natasha.

Just in time they drive in front of a tram, cutting off the widow. Their bikes slam to a bridge, making them fall to another street, on top of a car.

Y/N groans and Yelena is quick to help her up. The owner of the car gets out to check if they’re okay, but Yelena steals it using her gun.

“You can’t just steal a guy’s car.” Natasha chastises while getting into the driver’s seat. Y/N jumps to the back and Yelena is already seated on the passenger seat.

“So you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?”

“The damage is already done!” Y/N shouts from the back. “Get going.”

Natasha backs the car, crashing into someone else’s car. “Okay, any time now, please.” Yelena hurries.

“Shut up, both of you.” Natasha slams the accelerator down and starts driving away from the widow that finally caught up to them. At times they have to duck from the bullets flying towards them, breaking the windows.

Yelena glances behind, making sure Y/N is still intact. “Okay, you got a plan or shall we just duck and cover?” She turns to look at Natasha.

“Yeah, my plan was to drive us away.” Natasha’s eyes stay glued to the road. She swerves left and right so she doesn’t hit anything on the road.

“That’s a shit plan.” Suddenly Yelena takes hold of the wheel and jerks it around, so the car rotates 180. Y/N yelps from the sudden movement. Yelena kicks off the door, successfully knocking the widow down. “You’re welcome.” Natasha rotates the car over, continuing her reckless driving for a while before the tank almost slams into them. “Oh shit, he’s back.”

The tank continues slamming into other cars while trying to reach them. Natasha notices the Taskmaster pop up from the tank, readying a bow. “Put your seatbelt on.”

“You’re such a mom.” Yelena grumbles, but nonetheless puts on her seatbelt.

“You too, Y/N.” Y/N huffs out a breath of air and puts on the seatbelt.

An exploding arrow causes the car to fly into the air and flip around. Y/N holds onto the car seat tightly, holding her eyes closed as her head trasher around. The car, that’s now upside down, slides down the stairs to a subway station.

Natasha gets out of the car first, helping Yelena out right away. “Natasha, no.” She grunts. “I think I’m bleeding. I’m…” Grabbing a cloth, she tries to treat the wound, but Natasha stops her.

“No. Not now, trust me.”

Yelena drops the cloth. “Get Y/N out.”

Natasha turns back to the car, seeing Y/N hanging upside down. “Put your hands on the roof, I’m going to release your seatbelt.” She does as Natasha says, dropping down a bit gentler when the seatbelt opens. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes. Lets go.”

Yelena grabs Y/N’s arm and they starts running through the crowd of people, following Natasha. They slide down the middle of an escalator. A shield flies after them, getting stuck to a pillar. The trio run to an opening, leaving Yelena’s blood there before going up to a vent.

Yelena groans, laying on her back tightening a cloth over her wound. “You okay?” Natasha asks, watching her.

“Yeah. Great plan.” Yelena sits up, going next to Y/N. “I love the part where I almost bled to death.”

Y/N snickers. “Так драматично.” (So dramatic.)

Yelena flicks Y/N’s arm, glaring at her. “This is cozy.” She looks around the small vent.

“Barton and I spent two days hiding out up here.”

Y/N turns to look at Yelena. “Another Avenger?” She whispers her question so Natasha wouldn’t hear, slightly embarrassed she doesn’t know the world’s mightiest heroes.

Nodding, Yelena gives Y/N a small smile. “That must have been fun.” She goes back go the conversation. She stares at the hangman and tic-tac-toe games drawn to the wall.

“Who the hell is that guy.”

“Dreykov’s special project.” Y/N’s whole body shivers from the man’s name alone. She hates how much power he still has over her. “He can mimic anyone he’s ever seen. It’s like fighting a mirror. Dreykov only deploys him for top-priority missions.”

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Natasha mumbles in the middle of Yelena’s talk.

“Well, the truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details.”

“What is that supposed to mean.” The two stare at each other. The direction the conversation seems to be headed to, Y/N decides it’d be best for her to stay out of it. They’re sisters after all, or almost, she somehow remembers Yelena explaining the situation.

She shuffles away from Yelena, going to inspect the drawing’s closer. She touches the marks gently, wondering what it’d be like to stay in these vents for days.

“Y/N.” She turns to look at Yelena. “Everything okay?” She hums and nods. “Lets go then.”

Natasha, Yelena and Y/N walk into a small store in a gas station. “The Red Room��s still active. Where is it?” Natasha asks.

“I have no idea.” Yelena goes straight to the medicine shelf. “He moves location constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security.” She picks up a pack of ibuprofen.

Y/N looks around the snacks and drinks while the two talk. She isn’t really interested in their conversation, her legs feel like they could give out any minute and her head hurts.

Picking up a bag of chips and a bottle of water, before going to the cash register. She gives him a five dollar bill Yelena gave her. She goes outside to wait for the two, needing fresh air. Opening her water bottle, she takes a few sips, trying to ignore the very hurtful words flying around the store. To her Yelena and Natasha don’t seem very close. But what would she know, families aren’t her forte.

Yelena gets out of the store. She throws her arm over Y/N’s shoulders, patting her arm. “We haven’t had this much fun in a while, huh?”

“I would not call this fun.”

“What? Why not? This is very exciting.” Y/N hums, shrugging Yelena’s hand off of her. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just tired.”

Before Yelena can say anything, Natasha steps out of the store. “Lets keep moving.” Without another word, Y/N starts following her, Yelena sulking behind her.

During their walk to a small diner, the sky turns dark and the street lights turn on. Y/N keeps her head up, trying to see the stars. Yelena and her go sit down to an outside area while Natasha goes inside.

Yelena winces as she pours alcohol on her wound. Y/N stares at Natasha setting down two bottles of beer, in front of herself and Yelena, and a soda to Y/N.

“That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret by an older widow from Melina’s generation.” Yelena starts talking when Natasha sits down. Y/N remembers her talking about mama Melina, how they were a family. “I was on the mission to retrieve it, and she exposed me and I killed the widow that freed me.”

“Did you have a choice?”

“What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I’m talking about chemically altering brain functions. They’re two completely different things. You’re fully conscious, but you don’t know which part is you. I’m still not sure.”

When Natasha stands up to treat Yelena’s wound, Y/N turns to look the other way. Her eyes are stinging, but she doesn’t let any tears fall. She’s doesn’t want to be weak. Yelena has always been so much better at being vulnerable, telling Y/N many times it’s a good thing to show emotions. But she doesn’t know how.

Y/N doesn’t know who she is. She isn’t sure if she’s a good person. Maybe everything she did in the Red Room was actually something she wanted to do. Maybe she’s a bad person. It’s hard to tell. She doesn’t know what being independent is like, to make decisions on her own or build a personality. It’s all unknown.

Natasha sits back to her own seat. “Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones?” Yelena asks as she stares at the children playing.

“Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage. What about you?”

Y/N turns to look at Yelena. They have never talked about their real families. “They destroyed my birth certificate, so I reinvented it. My parents still live in Ohio. My little sister lives with me,” she glances at Y/N. “and my big sister moved out west.”

“Is that right?” Natasha smirks, holding the bottle close to her face. Yelena explains the story she made up about Natasha, how she’s a teacher and has her own family. It makes Natasha laugh. “That is not my story.”

“What is your story?”

Natasha shakes her head. “I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it.” She stays quiet for a while before turning to look at Y/N. “What about you? Your family?”

Yelena turns to look at her as well. Both of their gazes on her make her nervous. She shrugs, looking at the table as she plays with her fingers. “I don’t know. All I know is Dreykov and the Red Room.” Natasha hums.

“Did you ever wish for kids?” Yelena asks to change the subject, recognizing that Y/N is uncomfortable. “I want a dog.” She comments when Natasha stays quiet. “But no more kids, this one is enough.” She chuckles and points towards Y/N, who only rolls her eyes at the comment.

“Where are you two gonna go?”

“I don’t know.” Yelena stares at the table. “We don’t really have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere.” She lifts her head to look at Natasha leaning closer to the table. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

Yelena laughs. “You’re going to give me some big hero speech, I can feel it.”

“Speeches aren’t really my thing.” Yelena hums. “It was more like an invitation.” Y/N turns to look at Natasha as well, curious about her proposal.

“To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?”

“Yeah.”

“Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?” Natasha nods. “That sounds like a shitload of work.”

“Yup.” Natasha sighs with a smile. “Could be fun, though

“Yup.” Yelena turns to Y/N. “What do you say?”

Humming, Y/N glances at Yelena. “I suppose. We don’t have a lot of choices, do we?”

“Nope.”

Natasha grins. “I saw where he put the keys.”

“Top drawer, green cabinet.” Yelena smiles, clinking her bottle with Natasha’s before taking a sip.

“So, who is she?” Natasha glances at the mirror over her, seeing Y/N sleeping over the backseats. “She’s young.”

“Yeah.” Yelena looks out the window. “She was in the Red Room with me, been there since she was a baby.” She sighs with a frown. “We were on the same mission, she was my back up I guess, behind me all the time. So when the gas hit me, the first thing I noticed was her pointing a gun towards me.” Chuckling, Yelena glances at Y/N.

“And you used the gas on her?”

“After a small fight, yes.” She looks at Natasha. “I wanted to be someone who could protect her, a big sister, because I really needed my sister at her age.”

Natasha stays quiet, her eyes on the road and jaw clenched. She does regret leaving Yelena behind, but she doesn’t know how long she could’ve handled staying there. Not that she was even a big help for Yelena in the Red Room, they didn’t do missions together after Ohio.

“I’m sure she’s grateful to have you.” Natasha says quietly.

Yelena hums. “She saved me just as much as I saved her. We’re a good pair.”

“She seems so quiet, considering you’re such a blabber mouth.”

“What?” Yelena has an offended look on her face. “I am not a blabber mouth.” She shakes her head with a frown. With a sigh, she looks down at her vest. “You know, this is the first piece of clothing I’ve ever bought for myself.” Her thumbs are under the vest, lifting it up.

Natasha laughs to herself, just a second ago Yelena was arguing she’s not a blabber mouth and here she is talking again. She glances at the vest. “That?”

“Wakey, wakey!” Yelena shakes Y/N’s shoulder, waking her up. “We are here.”

Grumbling, Y/N sits up. “Where’s here?” She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.

”I don’t know.” Yelena shrugs, pulling Y/N out of the car. “In the middle of nowhere, getting a jet so we could get to Alexei.”

“Alexei? Your dad Alexei?”

“Yup.” Yelena holds Y/N’s hand as they walk behind Natasha through the woods. She likes to have her close, especially when she’s worried about her. “We are breaking him out of prison.”

“Fun.” Y/N says with absolutely no emotion.

Yelena laughs. “Come on, it’ll be exciting! Doing things together.”

They can hear Natasha groan out of annoyance when they walk into a clearing. “I said we needed a jet.”

A man comes out of a very crappy looking helicopter, Rick Mason, the one who let Yelena and her live in the Budapest apartment. “Yeah, you know what you didn’t give me? Time. Or money. I’m not made of jets.”

“That’d be inconvenient.” Y/N mumbles to herself.

“I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro.” Yelena teases, walking closes to the helicopter.

“Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel for you and your kid not to your liking?”

“Ha.”

“Don’t let her wind you up.” Natasha grins.

“No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism.” He looks at the trio. Yelena is going towards the front window while Natasha checks out the back. Y/N is standing still in the middle.

“Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours.”

Rick scoffs. “You too, huh? Tag team.” He turns to look at Y/N. “And you? Do you have something to complain about.” His voice isn’t actually mean or demeaning, it’s more playful.

“I’ll make a list.”

“Ah, right.” He laughs. “At least she’s organized.”

“Aw, he’s sensitive.” Yelena stares at the window. “See why you keep him around.” Y/N goes to stand next to her as she breathes against the window, creating fog.

Rick slings a big back to the ground, which makes Yelena excited. “Ooh.” She starts rummaging through it. Grabbing a granola bar, she opens the wrapper.

“Oh, I stashed that like, five years ago.” Yelena still puts it in her mouth. “How is it?”

“It’s dry.” Yelena continues eating the bar. “It’s really dry.” First she lifts Y/N inside the helicopter, then she hops in herself with a grunt. “You want a piece?”

“Mm, no.” Y/N sits down to a bench, cringing at the coldness and hardness of it.

Yelena sits right next to her. “What’s going through your head, hm? You have been quiet.” She leans against the wall, staring at Y/N. “I’m worried.”

“I have just…been thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

Y/N shrugs. “Will you l-“

The slamming of the bag interrupts Y/N. Natasha steps inside and Rick closes the door. “Lets get going then. Yelena, I need you in the front.”

Yelena glances at Y/N, who has already put her attention to something else. With a sigh, she goes to the copilot seat.

“Y/N, here are some headphones.” Natasha straightens her hand towards her, still keeping the other hand on the helicopter’s controls.

Y/N grabs the headset with a mic and puts them on, hearing static for a while. “We are ready to go.” Yelena says, looking at the tablet in her hands.

“Today is your lucky day, Alexei.” Yelena shows Natasha the tablet. “Move to the door on the south wall.” Natasha keeps giving instructions to Alexei, at times glancing at the tablet while still flying the helicopter. Y/N doesn’t really pay any mind to it, not that she’d be able to do anything from her position.

“Y/N! To the front. Help me fly.” Yelena yells. Y/N stands up, switching places with Natasha, who opens the helicopter door and jumps out. “Such a poser.”

“Doesn’t that hurt her knees?” Y/N watches Natasha move and fight, holding onto the other controls.

”That’s what I’ve been saying!” Yelena shakes her head. They flinch when the guards start shooting at the helicopter. An alarm goes off. Yelena starts moving it around, the end dipping very close to Natasha at one point. “Sorry!” She lifts up a thumb to Natasha. “We’re all doing a really good job.”

“Do you know how to fly this thing?” Y/N holds on to the side.

“Yes!” She grunts as a bigger gun starts shooting the sides. “Okay, enough of this. Y/N, hold it steady.”

Y/N holds the helicopter as steady as she can while Yelena shoots a rocket launcher. “That was not a smart thing to do.” She mumbles.

Yelena turns to look at the mountains. A big avalanche starts coming towards the prison. “Whoa.” She chuckles. “This would be a cool way to die.”

“I can think of many way cooler ways.” Y/N mumbles, staring at the avalanche. She doesn’t like the cold, having lived her whole life in cold places.

When Natasha yells at them to get everyone out of there, Yelena starts moving the helicopter around again.

Natasha grabs onto the rope hanging on the helicopter, swinging around as Yelena does her best to avoid the explosions and the oncoming avalanche. Just in time, Natasha gets hold of Alexei and Yelena flies them away.

She laughs. “Yes!” Turning to look at Y/N, Yelena grins. “That was amazing! Did you see that?” Y/N hums with a slight smile. Yelena being happy makes her feel better. “Do you want to stay on front? Now that Alexei’s here.”

“Yes, please.”

Natasha goes to sit down to the side bench, putting on the headset, while Alexei leans out and yells in Russian. When he is done, he slams the door closed. “Oh, that was exciting.” He breathes heavily. “I’m so proud of you girls.” Glancing at Y/N, he grins. “Even you, unknown girl.” The tree of them stay quiet. “Oh, you can’t hear me, huh?” Alexei says louder this time. He puts on a headset while laughing. “Wow.” Yelena punches him in the face out of nowhere, which makes Y/N want to laugh, but she stifles it. Alexei groans. “Okay. Why the aggression, huh? Is it your time of the month?”

“I don’t get my period, dipshit. I don’t have a uterus.”

“Or ovaries.” Natasha comments from the back.

“Yeah.” Yelena continues. “That’s what happens when the Red Room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out…” she animates the ripping out with her hands. “…all of your reproductive organs. They just get right in there and they chop them all away.” She pretends as if she’s chopping. The whole description makes Y/N cringe, it’s not something she likes to think about. “Everything out. So you can’t have babies.”

“Okay, okay. Okay! Okay!” Alexei sits down. “You don’t have to get so clinical and nasty.”

“Oh, well I was about to talk about fallopian tubes, but okay.”

“It means so much to me that you came back for me.”

“No, no.” Natasha stops her right away. “You’re gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room.”

“Whoa, look at you, huh? All business.”

“Trust me, this isn’t pleasure.”

When they start talking about the West and Avengers and family, Y/N tunes it out. She isn’t part of the conversation and she’s not going to force herself to be part of it. It’s family business, and she is not included in their family, no matter how dtysfunctioning it is.

She frowns when Alexei reveals he doesn’t know where the Red Room is. This whole mission is starting to feel more and more impossible by the minute.

Yelena notices the defeated look on Y/N’s face. “Hey, we’re going to find it, okay?”

Y/N stays quiet. She keeps her eyes on the front, flying the plane with Yelena. She isn’t sure if she even wants to find the Red Room. That small part of her would just like to turn back and forget the place ever existed, but she knows that’s not possible. There are other girls and women in a position she was in for a long time and no one deserves that.

Even though Yelena would like to ask if Y/N is okay again and again, she knows not to. She’ll come to her on her own time and pushing her will never end well.

“Can we throw him out the window now?” Yelena glances to the back.

“I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude.”

Yelena nods. “Alright.”

“Почему бы не спросить Мелину, где он?” Alexei asks.

“Wait,” Yelena turns to look at him. “Mom Melina?”

“We thought she was dead.” Natasha comments.

Alexei scoffs. “You cannot kill a fox that swift.” Y/N cringes and Natasha ews at him. “What? She was the scientist, the strategist. I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did.”

“Wait.” Natasha leans forward. “Are you telling me that Melina is working for the Red Room present day.” Y/N blood runs cold from the thought of going straight to someone who is still in the Red Room, especially so closely.

“She works remotely outside St. Petersburg.”

Yelena lets out a laugh. “Uhh… I don’t think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg.” Y/N glances at the control panel. They definitely don’t have enough fuel.

“No, we’re good. We’ll make it.”

Y/N looks at Yelena, who shrugs. “Okay.”

The helicopter falls to the ground. Although it was a rather soft fall, Y/N still hit her head a few times on impact. She jumps out of the helicopter right as Natasha slides the door open. Leaning against the helicopter, she takes a few deep breaths to calm the ringing in her ears while the others look at their surroundings.

“You should’ve brought the Avengers superjet.” Alexei breaks the uncomfortable silence.

Natasha stands up from her kneeling position and starts walking, Yelena by her side. Alexei starts walking after them and Y/N behind everyone.

She feels like she’s intruding, so she stays as far away from them as she can. Especially, when Alexei starts running after Natasha. She doesn’t pick up her pace, making it even slower if possible. Y/N notices Yelena trying to look at her, glancing behind every once in a while, being so far ahead.

When Natasha and Alexei stop walking, Y/N stops as well, keeping distance from them as Alexei starts talking to the sisters. She sits to the ground while the three of them hug, or more like Alexei pulls them into him.

Yelena pushes away from him and walks over to Y/N, pulling her up and starting to walk again, now hand in hand. “You’re staying behind.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” Y/N mumbles. She tries to pull her hand away from Yelena’s grasp, but she doesn’t let her.

“You could never intrude.” Y/N hums, leaning towards Yelena when she notices she’s not letting go. “So, are we there yet?” Yelena glances at Alexei.

“You’ll know when we’re there.” Alexei starts snorting, imitating a pig.

The four of them walk up to a wire fence. On the other side of the fence, stands a woman with a gun. Melina, the mother of the family. Her eyes widen for a moment. She didn’t know mama Melina would be that Melina.

Melina looks at all of them for a while, the silence is suffocating, at least for Y/N. She isn’t where she is supposed to be. “Honey, we’re home.” Alexei says rather softly. Melina walks past them, towards a house. “Come on, girls.” He says as they starts following her.

“I shouldn’t be here.” Y/N whispers to Yelena. “I don’t belong here.”

“Of course you do.” Yelena whispers back with a frown. “You belong wherever I go.”

They steps inside the house after Melina. “Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home. Let’s have a drink.” She sighs.

Melina, Natasha and Alexei go all their own way, leaving Yelena and Y/N alone in the dining room. Yelena pulls a chair out for the both of them, gesturing for Y/N to sit. And she does, opposite of her.

Melina comes and sits next to Yelena, while Natasha sits next to Y/N. They all sit in silence as they listen to Alexei’s grunts coming from the bathroom.

“Who are you?” Melina asks, looking at Y/N. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“I’m Y/N. Yelena’s…”

Yelena swallows down a shot of vodka that Melina poured her before continuing. “Sister. She’s my younger sister. I saved her from the Red Room.”

“Right.” Melina downs a shot as well. “I remember now. I was there for your graduation ceremony, yes?”

Yelena and Natasha turns to look at Y/N, who keeps staring at Melina. “Yes.”

“Why?” Yelena moves her eyes between the two.

“I tried to run.”

“And she killed a few of the guards and doctors while trying.” Melina adds. “I was there that day, and Dreykov called me for help.”

“She held me down while the doctors made the procedure. I was conscious the whole time, that was my punishment.” Y/N whispers, turning to look at her hands.

“Jesus.” Natasha mumbles, rubbing her head while Yelena just stares at Y/N. She never told her this, it wasn’t something she wanted to share. It makes her feel so vulnerable and weak. Something she tries not to be, even around Yelena.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Yelena asks. Y/N just shrugs, avoiding her eyes. “We’re supposed to tell each other everything.”

“I didn’t want to.” Y/N mumbles. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes it is.”

“Not here Lena, please.” She looks up at Yelena, her eyes big and pleading.

“Fine.” Yelena sighs. “But later.” She commands. Y/N hopes there is no later.

Alexei clears his throat, making everyone turn their heads to look at him. He has a red outfit on. “Still fits.” Melina wolf whistles and starts clapping.

“Oh my God.” Yelena mutters to herself.

“I never washed it once.” Melina starts pouring vodka for Alexei. “Come and drink.”

Alexei starts singing a song, before sitting down and looking at everyone on the table. “Family, back together again. And Y/N.”

Y/N lowers her head and Yelena glares at Alexei. “Y/N is also family.” Alexei raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Seeing as our family construct was just a calculated ruse that only laster three years,” Melina glances at Yelena and Natasha. “I don’t think that we can use this term anymore, can we?”

It all makes the pit inside Y/N’s stomach grow. She doesn’t have a family. Every little thing in her life just keeps reminding her of it. She’ll always be alone at the end of the day.

“Agreed, so here’s what’s gonna happen-“

Natasha starts talking, but Alexei interrupts het by taking food and starting to talk over her. “Okay. A reunion then, huh? And, uh.. I want to say something right off the bat.” He stares at Melina while everyone else is looking at him. “You haven’t aged a day, huh? You’re just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage.”

Yelena takes another shot and Natasha cringes at his confession. “You got fat.” Melina mumbles. “But still good.”

“I just got out of prison. I, uh… I have a lot of energy.”

“Please don’t do that.” Natasha shakes her head, almost wanting to block Y/N’s ears who is just cringing in disgust. “So, here’s what’s gonna happen.”

“Natasha, don’t slouch.”

Y/N sighs at the new interruption. If this continues, it’ll take forever until they get into the Red Room. But somehow, she doesn’t mind. In some, very sad, way Y/N likes this. She likes to listen to them bicker and do disgusting things because that’s what *families* do. And she knows this isn’t her family, but for a while, she’d like to pretend otherwise.

“All right, enough. All of you.” Natasha glances at everyone.

“Me and Y/N didn’t say anything. That’s not fair.” Yelena holds a shot glass of vodka. Y/N isn’t sure if that’s her third or fourth one. She wasn’t offered any, Yelena glared at her when she even looked at the bottle. Natasha tries to start talking again, but Melina puts food on Yelena’s plate. “I don’t want any food.”

“Eat a little something.” Melina puts the food on Yelena’s plate before starting to put some on Y/N’s plate as well. “You too. You’re still young and need food.”

“You’re gonna tell us the location of the Red Room.” Natasha says, or commands. Melina nods with a small smile before she starts talking about Santa Claus and fantasies with Alexei.

Y/N glances at Natasha and Yelena, they look annoyed, especially Natasha. She can clearly see Yelena missed this. The way she always talked about them revealed it too, even though she never outright said I miss my family. She fits in. The four of them look like a good family in Y/N’s opinion. It doesn’t make the hurt any easier.

“Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. If’s unfinished business.”

”You can’t defeat a man who commands the very will of others.” Melina takes a bite of her food. “You never saw the culmination of what we started in America. Nor did you.” She glances at Alexei before standing up.

“Natasha, always focus, focus. Get what you want.” Alexei tells while Melina is away.

Melina comes back with a tablet in her hands. She sits back down an presses some buttons. “Come in.” The front door opens and a pig walks inside, right next to Melina.

“Did that pig just open the door?”

“Yes. It did.” Melina turns to the pig. “Good boy, Alexei. Good boy.”

“You named a pig after me?” Alexei stares at Melina.

“You don’t see the resemblance?” They stare at each other for a while, until Melina turns back to the tablet. “See, he sits just like a dog. Amazing. Now, watch. Stop breathing.” She slides something from the tablet and suddenly the pig is struggling to breathe. “We infiltrated the North Institute in Ohio. It was a front for SHIELD scientists. Actually, it was Hydra scientists at that time. In conjunction with the Winter Soldier project, they had dissected and deconstructed the human brain….”

The more Melina talks, the iller Y/N starts feeling. The sounds of the pig struggling aren’t helping her at all. Her breathing picks up from all the memories Dreykov made her do while she was under the chemical subjugation. She was his dog who would come to him at the sound of a whistle, who’d follow every command.

“What are you doing?” The sound of Natasha’s voice brings her back to the present, but her breaths are still short and her whole body is shaking.

“Oh, I am explaining that the science is now so exact, the subject can be instructed to stop breathing and has no choice but to obey.”

No choice but to obey. Y/N doesn’t know if she even has a choice now. She’s supposed to be free, but she doesn’t feel like it. Maybe it was easier to follow instructions. Maybe she was made to obey those above her.

“Okay, you made your point. That’s enough.”

“Yes, all right. Well, don’t worry, Alexei could’ve survived 11 more seconds without oxygen.” Melina taps the tablet, making the pig able to breathe again. “Good boy. Now, you go back, back home where it’s safe.” The pig stands up and leaves the house. “Good boy, Alexei.” She turns back to the table. “The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled. Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe.”

“And do you know who they test it on?” Yelena asks, looking at Melina.

Melina hums. “No, that’s not my department.”

“Ah, come on, come on. Don’t lie to them.” Alexei says.

“I’m not lying.”

“You’re Dreykov’s architect, huh?”

“What were you?” Melina asks him. “If I was his architect, you were his partner. You were his business partner.”

“No, no, no. I was patsy!” Alexei bangs the table with his fist, startling Y/N, whose senses are still on an overdrive. “He sell me ideology. All the white, bigger-“

“Shut up!” Natasha yells. “You are an idiot.” The table turns silent, Yelena looks like she’s about to cry and Y/N is one yell away from breaking down. “And you’re a coward.” She turns to look at Melina. “You’re a coward. And our family was never real, so there’s nothing to hold on to. We’re moving on.”

Yelena presses her eyes closed, lowering her head. “Never family, huh?” Alexei questions. “In my heart, I am a simple man. And I think for a couple deep undercover Russian agents I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?”

“Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection.”

“Who cares? That wasn’t real.” Natasha’s voice is louder than before. It makes Y/N shrink in her seat. The smaller she is, the harder it is to see her.

“What?” Yelena looks at Natasha, tears are threatening to fall.

“That wasn’t real. Who cares?” Natasha repeats.

“Don’t say that.” Yelena’s voice cracks. Y/N doesn’t dare to look at her. She’s afraid one look at Yelena’s sad face will break her. “Please don’t say that. It was real. It was real to me. You are my mother.” She looks at Yelena. “You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake.” She lets out a deep breath. “And none of you told me.”

The best part of my life, the sentence rings through Y/N’s head. Best part of Yelena’s life was with her family, her real family, not Y/N. She isn’t part of it and she never will be. She’s an outsider desperately trying to squeeze herself inside a family. But she can’t do that, she’ll end up splitting them apart.

She bangs the table softly. “And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe? That was me and Y/N.” She continues staring at Melina. She turns to look at Natasha. “And you, you got out. Dreykov made sure no one could escape. Are you gonna say anything?” When Natasha stays quiet, Yelena shakes her head. “No.” Melina tries to set her hand on her arm, but she shrugs it off. “Don’t touch me.” Grabbing the vodka bottle, she leaves the dining room.

“Yelena.” Natasha tries to stop her, but she just shakes her head with a no and goes to another room, slamming the door shut.

“I had no idea.” Melina whispers.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Alexei reassures. “I’ll go talk to her.” Alexei gets up as well, leaving Natasha, Melina and Y/N to the dining table.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Natasha sets her hand on Y/N’s arm, making her flinch violently. “Hey, hey. It’s just me.” Y/N keeps moving her gaze between Natasha and Melina. It’s getting too much.

“I- I need to go outside.” She whispers. When she stands up, the chair screeches as it goes backwards. She needs to leave, she can’t let them see her. Surely they’d kick her out right away.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha looks worried. Y/N doesn’t know if she’s just faking it, for Yelena’s sake, or if she actually is worried. She shouldn’t be worried. She can’t be.

“I just- no. Nothing. Time.” Y/N takes a deep breath. “Nothing is wrong. I need time. Please.” Her voice cracks as she stares at Natasha, her eyes pleading for her to let it go.

“I don’t know.” She mumbles, glancing at the door where Yelena and Alexei went. “You should go to Yelena.”

“Later.” Y/N whispers before going outside, not wanting to stay inside any longer.

When she steps out the door, Y/N takes a deep breath in, practically shoving the fresh air down her throat. She sits down to the ground, pressing her hands against the small rocks to try to ground herself. She counts the seconds it takes her to breathe in, and out.

Her breathing is more steady now, but it’s very shallow. She draws different shaped to the ground with her finger, leaning her chin onto her knees. Closing her eyes, she listens to the wind that’s picking up and a quiet sound of an engine, but she pays no mind to it.

The deeper she gets inside her mind, the less she notices things around her. Like the wind getting rougher in a fast pace or a whirring sound coming nearer.

Suddenly a very bright light shines directly at her face. Y/N groans, shielding her eyes with her arm. She gets a quick glance of people in dark suits before her world goes black.

Slowly, Y/N opens her eyes. She whines as a bright light is the first thing she notices. She tries to move her hand towards her face, but it’s stuck. Lifting her head up, she sees herself strapped to a table, next to Yelena. A doctor comes near her face, holding a sharpie as he starts drawing on her face.

The feeling of being stuck near doctors makes her heart beat faster. She tries to breathe as slowly as she can, calming herself down.

“Yelena, it’s me. It’s mama.” Melina’s voice is suddenly in her ear. She glances at Yelena, who is still in the same position. “You have a two-inch blade concealed in your beltline. Get you and Y/N out of there.”

“What?” Yelena says out loud, making the doctors look at her. “What are you going to do to me?” The doctor doesn’t answer.

“Outside right hip.” Melina’s voice comes back.

Yelena reaches for the small blade and holds onto it, waiting until the doctor is closer to cut through the straps and kicking him down. She knocks them all down quickly, letting Y/N free as soon as she is ready.

“You okay?” She helps Y/N down from the table, who nods with a small smile. Yelena grabs her vest, putting it on, before they start walking out of the room. “You couldn’t have told me sooner?” Yelena grunts at Melina.

“Don’t throw a fit.” Melina scolds. “There wasn’t time.”

Yelena grabs a few wipes, cleaning the marker off of her face, them turning to wipe it off from Y/N’s. “I can do it myself.” Y/N mumbles, trying to grab the wipe from Yelena.

“Nah ah.” Yelena slaps her hand lightly. “I will do it, because I’m the one who takes care of you and protects you. Do you understand?” Although Y/N thinks Yelena isn’t only talking about cleaning her face, she just nods. “Where did he take the vials?” Yelena asks Melina.

“Probably down to cold storage. Dreykov still has the widows under his control, so you two have to expose them to this antidote.”

“Yeah, sure. Easy.” Yelena and Y/N continue walking down an empty hallway. “Stop.” She sets her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, pointing up towards a vent. “We go through here.” When they get up, they start crawling through the small space, Y/N in front. “Why didn’t you tell me about your graduation ceremony?”

Y/N sighs. “Do you really want to do this here?”

“Yes.”

“Yelena-“

“Don’t Yelena me!” She practically hisses. Y/N knows is she could see her face right now, it’d show clear anger. “We’re family, we tell each other the difficult things we’ve been through.”

“But we aren’t.” Y/N mumbles.

“What?” Y/N shushes her, gesturing down to the hallway where guards are walking in a line. “Don’t you think we’re done here.” She whisper yells, which Y/N ignores. They wait until they’re out of sight, before Yelena opens the vent and drops down to Natasha’s fighting pose. “That was disgusting.” She says to herself, whole body shivering.

They sneak up to a lone guard, knocking him out efficiently. Yelena grunts and groans as they pull the guard to the door, using his hand on the scanner to open it.

After a lot of walking, they find the cold storage that’s holding the rest of the vials of antidote. “Melina, I found the location of the vials.”

“I’ve had a slight setback. You’ll need to get to the widows.”

Y/N sighs, but they start moving again. Their best bet is the training room, she just hopes they aren’t too late.

“What did you mean? When you said we aren’t a family.” Yelena holds onto the vials tightly as she walks next to Y/N, matching her speed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t care. I’m not giving you a choice.”

“Because you already have a family! You have Melina, Alexei and Natasha. I’m not a part of if and I never will be. Because you’ll leave me now that you’ve found them!” The two of them stop completely. They stare at each other, Y/N taking fast breaths from the outburst.

“Yelena, Y/N, slight change of plan.” Melina’s voice interrupts them. “I completely demolished one of the engines and we are going into a controlled crash.”

“Fantastic.” Yelena mumbles. They start running to the training room, forgetting the revelation for now. “We’re heading go the widows now.” They burst through the door, but the whole room is empty. No widow in sight. “No.” Yelena grabs a grenade from the stand. “Come on, we can still get them.” They start running.

As they run, Y/N sees glances at the familiar hallways and rooms, dread filling her. The quicker they get out of there, the better.

“Here!” Y/N yells for Yelena to follow her. They turn to a room with all the widows and Natasha. Dreykov’s office. “The antidote!”

Yelena throws the grenade towards the widows. It explodes right above them, making the gas spread all over them. She goes straight to Natasha, helping her up. “Are you okay?” She brings her to the side. “That looks like it hurts. Okay. I take out on three, ready?” She pulls the knife without counting. Natasha grunts at the pain. “I’m sorry.”

“Mitä me nyt tehdään?” One of the widows ask. (What do we do now?)

Natasha looks at all of them. “Get as far away from here as possible. You get to make your own choices now.”

An explosion can be heard. “We gotta get outta here. We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?”

“I’m right behind you.” Natasha assures as the widows, Yelena and Y/N start leaving.

Y/N stares at the group of guard surrounding Dreykov as they get on a helicopter. Yelena is still further away. She can’t wait any longer. She starts running towards them, jumping on top of it on the last minute. Climbing to the engine, she takes out her staff.

Finally Yelena notices her. “No!“ She starts running towards her. “Get down! Don’t you dare do anything.” She yells, trying to get Y/N down.

That’s when Natasha starts running closer as well. “Don’t do it!”

Y/N holds on to the staff. “Thank you for giving me a family!” She yells with a smile before sticking it straight inside the engine.

It all happens so quickly. The engine explodes, sending Y/N flying. With a smile she watches the helicopter and everyone inside it burn. He is gone. He is finally gone. Then, she isn’t falling anymore. At least not at such a high speed. She sees Yelena holding onto her, a parachute on her back.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” Yelena cries. “Do you hear me? I forbid you from doing that ever again.”

“He’s dead.” Y/N breathes out.

Yelena smiles, cradling Y/N’s head in her arms. “He’s dead.” Finally, Y/N cries. She cries as Yelena holds onto her with all her might. Her sobs crack through her body. She presses her face against Yelena’s shoulder.

They hit the ground, but neither of them try to get up. Yelena is laying on her back while Y/N is on top of her. She brushes her fingers through Y/N’s hair as she continues sobbing, letting it all out.

“You’re okay.” Yelena murmurs. “I’m here. I’ll always be here and I’m never leaving you. You are stuck with me now, you hear me?”

“I hear you.” Y/N grips to Yelena’s suit, pressing her face against it. She doesn’t care its dirty, wanting to be as close to Yelena as possible.

Natasha kneels next to them. She puts her hands on either side of Yelena’s face. Yelena smiles, looking up to Natasha. “We’re both upside down.” She whispers.

She starts getting up with a groan, still holding onto Y/N tightly, who has now calmed down. Yelena smiles down to Y/N before moving to be face to face with Natasha. “Прости меня, младшая сестра. I should’ve come back for you.” (Forgive me, little sister.)

“You don’t have to say that. It’s okay.”

“Hey, hey. It was real to me too.” Natasha nods, pulling Yelena closer so their foreheads are touching. “Come on, сестра.” She smiles at Y/N, who stares at the two. “You’re part of the family now.” Natasha pulls Y/N and Yelena up, hugging them both tightly. She kisses the top of their heads, and Y/N just might burst from the happiness she feels. They back away from the hug as Alexei and limping Melina come towards them. “Everybody good?”

“I am clearly injured.” Melina states.

“You got something to say.” Natasha looks at Alexei.

“I’d just mess it up.” Instead, he reaches out to her, grabbing her hand to his own.

Y/N turns her head towards the sound of multiple cars driving closer. “Here comes the cavalry.” Natasha grins slightly.

“So, what’s our plan?”

“You guys go, I’ll stay.” Everyone starts arguing with Natasha, complaining how they fight together and her stubbornness. “You guys, go. Besides, if it can work out with the four, now five, of us, you know, there may be some hope for the Avengers.” She shows a small gap with her fingers. “Little bit.”

“Okay, well, if you’re leaving, then I guess you should take this.” Yelena starts taking her vest off. “I know how much you like it.”

Natasha laughs, taking the vest. “It does have a lot of pockets.”

“Very handy pockets, yeah.”

“He had widows implanted all over the world.” Natasha looks at Y/N and Yelena, giving the latter one last vial of the antidote. “Melina will need to copy the formula, but you two should be the ones to tell them it’s over.”

One of the Red Room planes descends near them. All of the now freed widows come out of it. Yelena walks over to them.

“Hey.” Melina turns to Natasha. “You take care of yourself, okay?”

Natasha grabs Melina’s hand. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

“I know.”

Melina and Alexei walk away, but Y/N stays behind, staring at Natasha. “Thank you.” She whispers.

“Don’t thank me.” Natasha smiles. “You’re in this family now, better get ready to stay in it for the rest of your life. We’re not that easy to get rid of.”

Y/N laughs a teary laugh. She lunges at Natasha, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m ready.” Her voice is mumbled out from pressing her face against her. Natasha laughs, squeezing her tightly before letting go. With one last smile, Y/N walks over to Yelena.

Yelena grabs Y/N’s hand. She looks over to Natasha and whistles. When Natasha whistles back, she smiles and nods. Walking to the plane, hand in hand with Y/N.

They sit down and the plane starts flying.

“Hey, Y/N.” Melina sets her hand on her arm to get her attention. She turns to look at her. “I’m sorry, for what happened in the Red Room.”

“It’s okay.” Y/N smiles. “You were trapped there too.”

“Still,” she rubs her arm in a comforting manner. “I’m sorry. I’m glad Yelena got you out.”

Y/N glances at Yelena, who is sitting next to her, talking to another widow. “Me too. She’s my sister.”

Y/N slams the car door closed, watching as Fanny runs right past her. She walks behind Yelena. The whole car ride there was quiet, Y/N didn’t know what to say, if she even should say anything. She doubts there’s anything that’d help the grief Yelena is feeling. And she’s mourning too, though at times she wonders if she’d allowed to. Anytime those feelings come, though, Yelena seems to be there to remind it’s okay for her to be sad.

Yelena cleans up the grave, while Y/N kneels im front of it. She isn’t sure if her legs would hold her.

Natasha Romanoff

Daughter Sister Avenger

Yelena presses her head against the side of the grave. Whistling to it and then pausing, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would answer.

She stands and helps Y/N up as well. They stare at the gravestone in silence, until the sound of blowing a nose disturbs them. Turning to look at the person, they see Valentina.

“Wow, sorry.” She sniffles. “I’m allergic to the Midwest. What this woman did, honestly, I can’t even imagine.”

“You’re not supposed to be bothering us on out holiday time, Valentina.” Yelena comments, refusing to look at her.

“Oh, bothering you? Oh, no, no. I’m just here paying my respects.”

Yelena hums, not believing a word that comes out of her mouth. “You know, coming here makes you look desperate.” They laugh, but Yelena turns serious very quickly. “We want a raise.”

Here they go again.

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delulu-with-wandanat · 8 months

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Adventure of Wanda’s Hairdos

‘Hairdresser’ Wanda x ‘Supportive gf’ Nat

After trying out a bunch of hairstyles on herself Wanda decided to take cosmetology classes. Natasha was proud of her gf, unfortunately Wanda needed someone to try a bunch of different hairstyles. Natasha has issues saying no to Wanda.

(Featuring, you and Yelena, Nat’s dumbass little siblings)

Natasha: Hey, sorry I’m late. The coffee guy was-

*Noticing Nat’s bangs*

Yelena: Assaulting your head?

Y/n: What is going on up there??

Natasha *cringes*: Is it bad?

Y/n: Before we answer that question. Do you currently have a knife on you?

Natasha: Yeah, several.

Yelena *forcing a smile*: Then we love it!

Y/n: It really… is hair-

Natasha:

Yelena: It’s bad, Tasha. You look like Edna from the incredibles-

Y/n: Please don’t stab us-

Natasha *sighed*: Wanda is trying a bunch of different hairstyles on me, she’s taking cosmetology classes.

Y/n: Is she… passing??

Natasha: Honestly idk-

(Nat obviously looks good here but just pretend it was a bad haircut-)

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checkingoutforheroes · 3 months

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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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Fail-Safe (1)

a/n: hi everyone! Look at me with a new series that I’ll hopefully keep up with! I’ve had this idea in my mind for a while now and i hope someone enjoys it! Thank you for reading!!

tag list: @sunshadesnrainbowz word count: 1.7k

pairing(s): yelena belova x dark!sister!reader | kate bishop x dark!reader (not romantic) | antonia dreykov x dark!reader

warning(s)/notes: dark!fic | graphic displays of violence | depictions of blood + murder | Y/N is psycho but in a bad bitch way | throwing up | natasha being Y/N’s voice of conscious - in a ghost way | Y/N has a skeleton covered in vibranium + adamantium and gravitonium injections, bc I apparently can’t write a villain!reader who’s not overpowered | Y/N also has super enhanced speed, strength, freaking agility/flexibility | mentions of torture as a child and young adult | black widow movie implied that some black widow assassins are mutants | there’s prolly more tbh

Humming, you walked down the hall, fingers dragging against the wall, leaving streaks of blood to decorate the drab paint. Your steps were exaggerated, large and dancing. You felt the warm drip of blood from the cut on your head, where she was able to nick you. Licking the blood that dripped near your mouth, you chuckled, twirling the machete that had been dragging on the floor in your other hand. You would let her savor that little moment of hers, ignoring the fact you had just woken up from your sleep, you weren’t a total monster.

“Oh, Lana!” You sang out, laughing when you heard her panicked breaths. You paused in front of the double doors, where you saw the shadows of her feet shuffling. Cocking your head to the side, you smiled. Oh how you loved the hunt. You found another entrance to the room, stalking quietly like a cat to your prey. Once inside the room, you silently let your braids fall, your hair surrounding you like a curtain. You loved the dramatic things of your presentation, how your hair fell in front of your eyes, mixing with your blood. How it framed the cut on your scalp, how it accented the crazy look in your eyes. Tightening your grip on the knife, you creeped behind Lana, who was anxiously standing near the other door, waiting for you to come through. You tapped her shoulder, snickering as her body tensed up. She slowly turned around, eyes widening in fear when she saw you. She let out a gasp at the cut she had given you, watching with eyes radiating in alarm as blood stopped trickling, revealing the silver layer beneath your skin. You smirked sickly, the blood that had dripped down your face only adding to your psychotic glare.

“Peek-a-boo.” You whispered, pushing Lana backwards slightly, your strength making her stumble. But before she hit the ground, you swung your machete.

Two thumps on the floor. Blood flooding towards your barefoot feet, the red substance staining your skin. Resuming your humming, you twirled your now dripping knife leisurely, practically swaying out of the room, making your way into the kitchen. After all, you knew better than to kill on an empty stomach.

Kate could barely hold back the vomit building up in her throat. She covered her mouth and turned to walk out the room. Yelena just sat in a blood stained chair, looking at the scene with blank eyes. She had freed Lana almost right before the Snap, before she was gone for five years. She was a young, energetic woman, excited for her future. And now…

Yelena bit her knuckle as she shook her head, tears building in her eyes. She stood up, making her way out the door as the investigators went over the scene. She placed a comforting hand on Kate’s back, who was busy being reintroduced to her breakfast and lunch. When she was finished, Kate stood up, giving Yelena a weak smile before looking behind her at the scene with horror.

“God, who would- who would do something like that?” Voice hoarse from throwing up, Kate swallowed, her muscles constricting as she held back from vomiting once more. Yelena shook her head, still shocked from what she saw. Though the dead body, or the pieces of it, was nasty enough, the two women silently agreed on the most gruesome part. In the kitchen, there was a plate with a half eaten sandwich, made with blood stained hands. Yelena walked over to the plate, seeing a note underneath the porcelain. With steady hands, Yelena grabbed the paper gently, reading the words written in plain black ink.

“Always have a back up plan” is such a boring phrase, don’t you think? Anyways, have fun playing the game - it’s only just begun

See you soon, большая сестра

Yelena crumbled the note in her hand, fear and anger overtaking her. She slammed the fist on the counter, resting her forehead on the closed fist. Kate jumped at the sound, looking at her friend in concern.

“She’s baiting me,” the Russian snarled under her breath, standing up to pace back and forth in the kitchen, “that little-”

Yelena paused in her place, the last two words on the note finally registering. Frantically, she smoothed out the note, reading the last line over and over.

большая сестра

Big sister.

Yelena’s eyes widened as she stumbled backwards, note falling to the floor as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“Oh no…” she whispered, looking at the archer with dread-filled eyes. Kate looked at Yelena in confusion, slightly eyeing the tattered note on the floor.

Yelena just stared at her friend as memories flooded her mind.

Memories of her younger sister being forced into the role of a monster.

No one knew what Dreykov was doing to you. All they saw were your dulled eyes, the fresh wounds on your arms and legs, the tremble in your lips as you were desperate for salvation.

But it never came.

One day, Yelena was called in for a personal meeting with Dreykov. The young woman was rightfully anxious, worried she had done something out of place. Going through her mind, she recalled her past missions, each one ending in success. She had to work extra hard now that Natasha had betrayed the cause. Knocking on the giant doors, Yelena straightened her back out of respect when Dreykov’s voice invited her in.

“Ah, little Yelena, how I look forward to your future.” While he spoke like poisoned vinegar, Yelena only heard sweetened honey. She nodded at her leader, following him when he gestured at her as he walked down a hallway revealed by a scanner on his palm. Yelena took in the dark steel walls, the floor creaking ominously as she walked. Dreykov addressed her as he adjusted the cuffs of his blazer.

“It must be hard, being…sisters with a traitor,” his words sent anger flooding through Yelena, yet for some reason she didn’t know why, “but don’t worry little one, you still have one more for redemption.”

Recognition flickered through the blonde’s mind. Her younger sister, Y/N, had been dragged away years ago, presumed dead by the hands of the very man standing in front of Yelena now. She remembered crying that night, a foreign concept to her now.

Dreykov opened a sliding door, revealing a tub boiling with a mixture of silver and something not quite from earth. With a flick of his fingers, armored guards walked into the room, your limp form being carried by two of them. Yelena’s eyes widened at you being alive, the dotted lines all over your body, like you were about to have surgery. Your tired eyes connected with Yelena’s and you sent her a look she couldn’t interpret. Silently, you were placed in a tub filled with clear water, one next to the vat of boiling metal.

“Sadly, the only way, as my colleagues and i have learned, to control this metal is in it’s liquid form,” Yelena realized Dreykov had been speaking to her, quickly snapping her eyes away from you, “but this girl, she’s perfect for these experiments. She regenerates at a pace that far exceeds the experiment of my colleague and there’s something in her genetics, something…” Yelena didn’t know if she liked the gleam in his eyes, “moldable.”

She didn’t have time to question why the patriarch of the Red Room was being so chatty when he snapped and syringes filled with the metal, entering the water chamber through openings on the side. With fascination, Yelena watched as your skin was pierced and injected with the melted metal. Your screams echoed off the walls as you thrashed underwater.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Too bad you won’t remember it, little one.”

She barely registered his words before her vision went dark.

You didn’t remember the city, as you were torn from any chances of a future from a young age. But as you strolled down the streets, stolen clothes adorning your body, sipping on a fountain drink, you let yourself get immersed in the false waves of nostalgia. Your sunglasses rested on your head, tangling in your curls. But you didn’t care, the slight discomfort helped you stay focused. Soon, your target caught your eye and you casually made your way over.

A week had passed since the passing of Lana and you were getting bored. No one likes a player who doesn’t follow the rules of the game. Carefully, and as planned, you bumped into the girl, falling back slightly with practiced steps.

“Oh, crap I am so sorry!” Her concerned voice made you want to smirk but you merely smiled.

“It was my fault truly and, oh!” You looked down at your shirt, where the woman’s coffee had split. She looked sheepish, covering her eyes with her hand.

“Oh no it’s fine!” You assured her, waving your hands in the air, “once again, my fault. Let me buy you another?”

The woman laughed before nodding.

“Only if you let me buy you a coffee too, to make up for ruining such a gorgeous blouse.”

Holding out a hand, you introduced yourself, no fake names needed.

“Y/N Vostokoff.”

The woman took your hand like a deer falling into a perfectly placed trap.

“Laura Barton.”

You remembered the first time you were given your orders, the ones that would frame your life. It was as you were placed in a cryochamber, Dreykov walked into the room, the implants in your brain making you listen and obey his every word.

“In the case of my untimely death, I’m going to need a Huntress, someone willing to take out my killers,” he cupped your face, a false sense of fatherhood, “you will be by fail-safe, Y/N. If my empire falls, track down the ones responsible, any method you like, tear them apart - physically, mentally, emotionally, it doesn’t matter. Go after their loved ones, go after their loved ones loved ones. Crumble them to pieces, do you understand?”

As he walked away and frost flooded your vision, your mind latched on to his words, a small smile frozen on your lips as you slept. You only had one thought as you drifted into the cold darkness.

I understand

a/n: i feel like this was terrible but thank you for reading! Ik this is tagged as antonia Dreykov x reader and don’t worry, she shows up next chapter (if anyone wants it of course). I love you guys! [also more Y/N backstory next chapter]

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