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If You Want to Be My Lova

Yelena Belova x PlusSize!FemReader

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

A/N: Though I identify R as plus size, I didn’t give her much description to leave it open to a broader range of readers who struggle with loving their bodies. (Pssst, you’re beautiful—I just know it’s true 🥺) | 3,912 Words

Warnings: Steve’s a fat shaming asshole, Body Image Insecurity. Alluded to/never specified eating disorder.

A/N 2.0: I personally detest Steve, but to be clear I don’t genuinely think he’d be like this, I just needed an antagonist.

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Steve watched from across the counter as you wandered into the kitchen, your water in one hand and your phone in the other as you perused the kitchen in search of breakfast. He'd seen the exact moment your eyes lit up when you saw the pink boxes on the counter.

An unnecessary wave of glee ran through him as he prepared to open his mouth and speak, "Are you sure you want to eat that Y/N? If you're serious about losing weight why not look into eating some rolled oats with berries?"

He was being vindictive, you'd grown used to it after you worked your magic and got Natasha to finally ask out Wanda, he's been visibly bitter over the situation ever since. The talking point of your weight was easy enough for him to cling to, he was in peak fitness, and it would only come off as a concerned friend trying to help you reach a "better" state of wellness.

What he failed to consider was Wanda was on her way into the kitchen as well, and she was able to see the exact moment your spirit broke. The light in your eyes faded fast, and the donut in your hand was gently set back into the box, she saw the way your lip wobbled, and your eyes filled with not only tears, but dread too.

——

It enraged her honestly, you were the sweetest person around these parts, and deserved to be treated with nothing less than love and respect.

Steve saw it too, the way you bit your lip and closed your eye's tight to try and reel your feelings in. Crying over it changes nothing...

He went to lift his mug of coffee to his lips as if he was accomplishing something amazing, his smile smug as ever when you turned away, but it fell fast when the steaming contents of his mug were sloshing over the edge of the glass in a way that could only be explained with magic.

He hissed as the drink scalded him through his thick cotton shirt, his chest on fire now, and in a dramatic manner he removed the stained shirt to reveal his toned abs, and ripped arms.

"Wanda, what the fuck was that for?" He called her out immediately, and so she entered the kitchen with a victorious smile, and red tinged fingertips. "Whatever do you mean Rogers?"

"I know what you did."

"Yeah, and I too know what you did," she glares menacingly in his direction while also setting a reassuring hand onto your shoulder, "I'd say the punishment fits the crime."

Steve glared right back, and you finally turned to see what must've occurred to cause this rift, you felt guilt gnawing at your gut, it wasn't a fair feeling, but yet you could feel it festering.

Wanda's fingers continued to spark in shades of a dangerous crimson as the burned man wasn't appearing to be backing down, and you didn't want to involve her any further. It felt sorta unfair for her to fight your battles for you. On account of her being your girlfriends future sister in law, and also because this entire moment was beyond mortifying for you.

To have your insecurities viciously thrown in your face in a public space like this, well it was rather juvenile, and so it made you feel like you were that same kid crying under the bleachers all those years ago when kids were being cruel.

The people pleaser in you won out alongside the embarrassed little one who still resided in your heart, so you took in a shaky breath before trying to calm the witch, "It's okay Wands."

You'd gently settled a hand over hers that still held tightly to your shoulder for comfort, the witch looked back at you, the sad smile you offered didn't calm her though, it only fueled her on. "It's not, especially not when he himself is only a byproduct of a steroidal experiment."

Steve's stance faltered ever so slightly, his ego now efficiently bruised. His mouth spluttered embarrassingly for a moment before he left the kitchen altogether in a grumbling huff.

"Tata Captain Hot Head," she flipped the man off, then turned back to you as you giggled.

"Hey dorogoy," you looked at her inquisitively, and she offered you one of the warmest smiles you'd ever seen, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, whatever you need Wands," she beamed, "I'm glad to hear you say that, can you get two plates for us? I'll take a maple bar, and you can pick that sprinkled one back up while I make us a fruit salad and some hot cocoa."

Wanda watched closely, there was a hesitation in your demeanor, as if you were now scared. You however nodded meekly, then began to shuffle around the space to do as she asked.

"Ooh, did I see donut holes too?"

"Yup," you confirmed, and then you watched from your place at the counter as six tiny balls of dough and sugar danced through the air until they landed evenly between your plates.

The two of you spoke about your weekly movie night tonight while picking at the food before you, you smiled when the witch said you got to pick, you settled on Hocus Pocus, and Wanda smiled when she saw your plate was empty.

Then Wanda watched your face fall as she described in detail how she'd prepared a couple of snack trays for the both of your girlfriends with the ravenous appetites. This was a normal conversation, but now that Steve threw you into this self deprecating headspace she could see you debating if you wanted to go anymore.

The pressure to eat another meal today was already crippling your soul, it felt wrong to even consider nourishing yourself after the way Steve haphazardly regarded your body. Seeing how fit he was didn't help either, it only made you feel like you truly didn't deserve to eat.

"Well, I have some errands to run Wands, but I'll see you tonight," you collected both of your plates, and left her behind with a side hug as you departed, but your thoughts were so loud all the witch was left to do was frown as she made her way to the gym to try and fix this.

—

Natasha slammed Yelena into the mat for what was like the tenth time in an hour, "Cyka."

"Just admit that I'm better, and we'll be done."

"Never, I am just distracted," Yelena groaned, "Something in my gut is deeply unpleasant."

"Yeah, you simply can't stomach losing," Nat laughed as she once again dodged her sisters fist with grace, but then she was groaning when Yelena's fist hit her in the gut, she was too distracted by the sight of her fast approaching angered lover to have stopped the attack.

"Ha! I win!" Yelena screeched, only to be met with a shove that knocked her on her ass, and to wind up on the receiving end of Natasha's incredulous expression, "One hit isn't a win!"

"Listen here cyka," Yelena angrily muttered while stepping up to her sister, "Listening," Natasha smirked and Yelena reared back.

"Enough! Both of you!" Wanda caught Yelena's fist with red wisps, "Save your anger for Steve."

The sisters looked to her within an instant, both wearing different degrees of confusion.

"What did he do now?" Natasha groaned, she was growing really tired of his petty antics.

"He made Y/N self conscious, she's not okay."

Yelena's entire body tensed, Wanda could feel her fighting against her magic, and as if the God's heard her prayer Steve entered the gym.

"Let me go," she lowly growled, and Wanda did so without a single concern for the man, she was actually thrilled for what was to come.

Steve was unknowingly preparing for a beating coming down here, he'd come here to fight away the thoughts of inadequacy Wanda placed in his mind with the punching bag, but instead he was on his knees clutching his manly hood.

"What the actual fuck?" he seethed, but when he met the fiery gaze of one Yelena Belova he knew not to even test the waters any further.

"YA vypotroshu tebya, kak rybu," she rasped through gritted teeth, her hand fisted in the mans hair, as she punched him square in the nose, then as she went to further beat him she felt Natasha's hands on her shoulder's pulling her back, "Idi k yeye sestre, ty yey nuzhen, my s nim spravimsya." Yelena looked to her with a scowl, but after a moment of reassuring eye contact she conceded, "Zastav' yego zaplatit'."

(I will gut you like a fish / Go to her sister, she needs you, we'll handle him. / Make him pay)

"You know Rogers, Y/N only ever gave me the confidence to ask Wanda out, it was always going to be her, and never going to be you," she pulled Wanda in by her waist for a bruising kiss to ensure he understood her honest words.

He pouted like a petulant child, Yelena's firm hold was replaced with Wanda's impenetrable magic, so he was forced to watch them kissing.

Natasha lowered her body until she was level with the pitiful man, she patted his cheek twice patronizingly then she spoke only to ruin him, "Because sure Rogers, you might have the fawned over physique, but that's really only superficial, at the end of the day you're nothing worth experiencing," she beamed as his eyes filled shallowly with tears, "Y/N is a light in this dark world Steve, and for you to treat her like she's less than because you feel you lost me because of her is so strange. It's also not true."

"Everyone knows you have the personality of a brick wall, and it's just not that appealing. At least Sam and Bucky are interesting enough," Wanda taunted the scowling man, "There's a reason you could only ever score a date with the niece of your almost lover," she gripped him by his chin, and stared coldly into his eyes, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man Steve."

"That's all there is to it," Nat concluded, then with a precise swing of her fist he was out cold.

Wanda knelt beside him, and Natasha watched as red wisps jolted through his temple, "Sweet nightmares, I hope you wake up devastated."

"God, I love you so much," Natasha groans as she pulls her lover in for a deep kiss, "Y/N's family Nat, and nobody fucks with my family."

"That she is, I just hope Yelena can fix this," Natasha frowns slightly, and Wanda meets her concerned expression with an equivalent sigh, "If anyone can, it's her." Wanda softly grabs her lovers hand, "But we can also do our part."

—

Yelena raced through the entire compound in search of you, in her frazzled state she had neglected the obvious solution of just asking Friday, but after stumbling onto the vacant floor of the compound she knew she found you.

Soft sobs came from the room that used to be yours before you moved into Yelena's room. Back when you were Tony's assistant who he deemed worthy of a room, and not yet her everything, because that's exactly what you are.

"Y/N?" She called out softly as to not scare you, "Moye solnyshko," she whispered the words as she entered your old room, her heart stuttered when she saw the broken glass of your mirror, and it nearly shattered when she saw some of your things had been brought down here.

"Y/N, detka, what's going on?" She reached out for you, but you pulled your hands away, she frowned upon seeing the cuts that littered your skin and the air of despondency in your glossy orbs, it had made her imagine Steve's body dangling over a tub of carnivorous crocodiles.

It's now on her to do list...

"Lena, you should just go," you whispered brokenly, voice cracking as well as both of your hearts as you verbalized the words you didn't mean, "I'll never be what you deserve, so go."

"So that's just it? I don't get a say in this?"

"You're so beautiful Yelena, you deserve a partner that matches or excels you, which would honestly be impossible, you're perfect."

"You do excel me Y/N," she whimpers, and this time when she goes to reach you she does so by straddling your body, and making sure you can see just how true her words are. "I've never had anything to call my own Y/N, but now I have you, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

"But what if there's someone better along the way Yelena? It's easier if we break this off now, I couldn't cope if you left me in the future."

"Never," she promised, her lips deposited a peck to your tear stained lips, "There is nothing better for me than you detka, I've never been happier," she smiled warmly as she stared into your cloudy eyes, hers just as glossy as yours, "That's all because of you. Moya solnyshko—my sunshine; oh how you brighten my life."

Yelena watched the storms behind your eyes begin to settle, your once tense body melted into the mattress, and she took the moment as the perfect time to kiss you, to pour out just how much you meant to her into the gesture.

"Look at me Y/N," she remained soft as she sat you up, and pulled you into her lap without a moment of hesitation, her tone however held a seriousness to it, "You deserve to feel safe in your body, to be able to love yourself despite any societal norms that are like ugly lies."

"I try to love me Lena, b-but when people that look like Steve say what they do I can't help but worry that I'm not meant for your love, maybe I'm holding you back, or you're settling here."

"First of all, you are meant for me only," she held you far more tightly, a possessiveness falling over her at the thought of you being with someone else. "You move me forward detka, my life has only looked up with you at my side. Life is a box of chocolates with you."

A sweet giggle left you as Yelena paraphrased last week's movie to make her point.

"I'm not settling Y/N, if anything it's you who's settling," you instantly shook your head with a pout, and she smiled at you sadly, "I've done a lot of things wrong in this short lifetime Y/N."

"You didn't have a choice Lena," you growled, and she chuckled lightly, "I know, but I finally do, and you're the only thing I've done right."

A brief moment of silence fell over you both, Yelena's grip on you was firm, and loving, her lips pressed to your forehead, and when you quietly sniffled she figured you needed more.

"Fuck that dipshit in spandex," she grinned when you giggled softly, and her looming fears melted away when you rested your head over her heart, "He'll never know what it's like to be loved truly, because he doesn't understand that people don't care for that manufactured body of his when it's paired with a heart of stone."

"You though. You're not only beautiful to look at," she leaned back, giving you the once over for emphasis, but she truly did get distracted as she took you in, with her lip caught in between her teeth and a smile in her eyes she couldn't fake, "You've also got a heart of gold detka."

It was easy to believe when she looked at you like that, but you still had your reservations, and Yelena could see right through to that.

"I love you, for every last part of you," she readjusted you so that she could cup your cheek while her other hand held your hip, "Whatever you see as a flaw, I see it as you, and therefore it's perfect, because there's nothing flawed about you, you're a beauty worthy of marveling at, you're the perfect they say does not exist; this body of yours is my paradise."

Tears began to stream down your face, and in the past Yelena would freak out, worried that she said something wrong to upset you, but she's come to learn that tears can be joyful. That much she learned when she burst into them the first time you said you loved her, the sweet words dripped from your lips like honey.

"I-I love you Yelena," you blurted in a graceless blubbering manner, "I-I'm sorry for trying to leave you, I was just scared, but I promise you that I don't ever want to lose you, like ever."

"You never will," she purrs, her hand gently gripped you by the plush skin of your hips, "Because I'll never give you up for anything," she murmured against your lips before she slammed hers into yours passionately.

Her lips began to travel down your jaw, your breath hitched when she sucked lightly over the skin. "Lena, we have to go to movie night," you stuttered breathlessly. She groaned, "Do we have to? We can skip it tonight, on account of me wanting to love you until you believe it."

"I do," you whispered, "I believe you," with a genuine tone you brought a smile to her face.

"Then let's go moya lyubov'," Yelena lifted you up into her arms causing you to squeal at her show of strength, "I can walk just fine baby."

"I just didn't want to let you go just yet," she confessed while gently lowering you, and in return for her being so sweet you softly kissed her lips, "We'll be cuddling soon enough."

The two of you rode the elevator to your floor so you could drop off your things, and change into more comfortable clothes, but not until Yelena doctored up your injured hands, with a soft kiss to follow every bandaid she placed.

"Your boo-boos have been handled," she said with a bit of a pout, "I'll be back shortly," and with a soft kiss to your lips that lingered for a moment longer than need be she was gone.

Yelena left to shower off her day in the gym, and you unpacked your things before slipping into a pair of black sweats, with a worn down band t-shirt, and as you always did when feeling somewhat down, you slipped right into your girlfriends oversized army green hoodie.

You knew she bought it for you, but she wore it until it smelled enough like her to calm you... It's become your live in article for her missions.

Yelena's always been so incredibly sweet, you honestly can't believe you tried to end things. Her love has always fixed your problems, she never saw you as anything other than worthy of love, and affection; she was your soulmate.

"Well don't you look cuddly," she noted as she walked up from behind and grabbed your hand, "Can't wait to hold you close, it's cold"

"Cold?" She met your confusion with a sly smirk, then pulled you along wordlessly.

Once she pressed the button for the roof you understood her, excitement overran your body at the idea of a spooky movie under the light of the moon and the surrounding stars. That is until the doors opened to reveal a battered Steve with an ice pack on his bruised cheek, making you tense up, causing Yelena to look away from you and over at the unwelcome.

Before anyone could even mutter a word you got to bare witness to the brick house of a man wordlessly hobbling away after your much smaller girlfriend stepped towards him, and the smug smile that overtook your lovers face was rather priceless, "Lena, baby, you can't solve everything with brutal violence."

"Why not?" She pouted, and it was so innocent in appearance you'd never believe she was a highly skilled assassin in her younger days.

"Words can work too..."

"Yeah, he used words, we used our fists."

"We?"

"Yes, I broke his nose, and hopefully made him unable to reproduce. Wanda and Natasha did the rest to him, remind me to thank them."

"Goodness me, you three keep me on my toes."

Yelena grinned, then kissed you for the rest of the elevator ride. The ding signaled her to stop, and she stepped aside to let you exit first.

"Ta-da," Natasha cheered with jazz hands to draw your attention to the identical hanging day beds settled besides one another, with a table between with popcorn and candy atop.

Then you looked up to see the projector screen was adorned in purple and orange lights with smiling pumpkins after every few bulbs, the beds were littered with fluffy blankets, and there were outdoor heaters nearby for the anticipated maximum comfort level possible.

"I did nothing to help, but I promise I love you, witchy was just too nit-picky, I was safer on the sidelines," she said quietly while pulling you into her for a tight embrace, "I love you too."

"You'll be safer on the couch too if you keep it up," Wanda lightly threatened before taking you from her genuinely terrified lover, "I've prepped lots of food, make a plate honey."

"Where will she pick from if this weird plate is mine?" Yelena asked while holding an entire charcuterie board to her chest, her face never more genuinely serious than right now, and you stifled a laugh at the adorable sight, "Don't worry baby, feel free to enjoy your dinner."

Wanda looked to you scoldingly, worried you were using this as a get out of dinner card, but then you lifted your phone up to show her that it was okay, and you were fine. While Natasha and Yelena scavenged around with snacks, you and Wanda will share a pizza—like normal.

"What will you eat?" Yelena frowned, but you waved her off, "There's popcorn and candy."

Yelena held her plate out anyways, and you smiled while picking off a single cracker and a slice of cheese to top it off., "Thanks love."

"I will not be doing that," Natasha shared with her girlfriend who settled onto the bed beside her with an eye roll, "Oh, I was well aware."

—

When the expected ding of the elevator interrupted the undergoing movie night you smirked over at the witch who had left their outside daybed to collect the pizza, and with a soft kiss to your girlfriends parted lips, and with a careful transferring of a pillow in your place you joined Wanda on the porch swing.

"Every time," you remarked playfully, "Without fail," Wanda added while waving her pizza around for emphasis, "They're total chumps."

"But we love them anyways," you softly added, and Wanda snuggled into your side with a warm smile, "That we do," she whispered, then she hugged onto your arm tight, silently letting you know that she loved you too, and in turn you laid your head over hers on your shoulder as the both of you continued to watch the film.

"I'm sorry Emily; I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light a candle."

"It was probably Steve..." Wanda nudged your side, and you cackled softly, "Knock it off."

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theshelbyclan · 2 years

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Baby Outlaw

Summary: Natasha has found out about another little girl who managed to escape the Red Room and she’s put Yelena onto it. But you escaped over a year ago and have no intention of being found (Part 1)

A/N: Here we go: my first not-Peaky fanfic on this blog. I started writing this one a while back and I’ve written a few more parts already, but I just wanna see first if anyone is interested in this one. Also, I wrote this one with an OC originally, but decided to post it as a reader insert, because people on here prefer those usually. Anyways, let me know what you think and whether you’d like to read more!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Words: 3228

*****

“Yelena.”

“Hi! Are you calling me from your superhero friends’ headquarters? Are they with you now? How is the god from space doing? Tell them I said ‘hi’!” She excitedly answered the phone, only to suddenly change her tone, “Wait, what is wrong with you? You sound so serious.”

Natasha was serious, “I need you to track someone down.”

“I am,” her younger sister still didn’t quite understand, “You gave me the file with all the girls, remember? I’ve been tracking them all down for the last months.”

“I know, I’ve heard.” Still there was the urgency in her sister’s voice and it didn’t go unnoticed by Yelena. “This one is special.”

“They all are.” To Yelena, this was a matter of principle; from faceless weapons they were now free women, all important and valued. Still she understood, “Special why?”

Natasha sighed on the other end of the line, “Do you remember everything Dreykov did after I managed to get out?” She tried to hide the guilt from her voice as much as she could, but didn’t quite manage it.

“Of course. The security got much stricter, punishments harder, and the chemical subjugation. No one escaped after that.”

“Well, someone did,” Natasha said sharply. “Another girl managed to get away, only a year ago. She escaped from the woods, when they were training her. During the blind dropping.”

Yelena remember that part of their training well. The young girls were dropped in the middle of the woods during the freezing winter and had to get back on their own. It had taken her days to do it. A lot of girls never came back. “But wait, that means she’s only small...” she wondered out loud.

“I think she’s twelve now, thirteen maybe?”

“How did she get away? The tracker...”

“She cut it out of her leg,” Natasha finished her sentence for her. “This must’ve been before they did the operation on her.”

“Umnaya devochka...” Yelena mused with some admiration in her voice.

“She won’t be in your files.”

“I can find her,” Yelena said confidently, “if you can tell me where she was last seen?”

“St. Petersburg,” Natasha was obviously rummaging through some files on the other end, “but that was almost a year ago.”

Yelena nodded and was quiet for a little while. Then she wondered, “Why is she special? To you. There were so many little girls. We all were little girls once.”

Her sister didn’t reply straight away and when she did, some emotion slipped into her voice, “She doesn’t have anyone. I checked. Dreykov killed her whole family. And she managed to get away, just her, but now she has nowhere to go and no one to go to. I think she deserves someone looking out for her for once.”

“I think so too. I will look out for her,” Yelena answered decidedly, “I will find her.”

Natasha felt a certain relief wash over her. She knew Yelena would understand. After all, if she didn’t, who would?

*****

Six weeks later, Yelena was staying in a small apartment somewhere in Camden Town in London. It had taken her quite a while to track down the little girl who somehow had slipped through Dreykov’s fingers. She’d survived the Red Room and found a way to use it to her advantage. Yelena decided that as soon as she’d found the girl, she would have to ask her a lot of questions on how she did it.

But the kid was slippery, as Natasha would say. In the last month, she’d moved cities twice and changed the name she went by four times. In St. Petersburg, they called her ‘Anya’ at one of the shelters where she sometimes went for food. In Berlin, the homeless kids mentioned a girl named ‘Lisa’ that fit her description. In Paris, she’d dyed her hair, clever girl, and went by ‘Cleo’ and then ‘Lilian’. Finally, Yelena tracked her to London, where she heard rumours of a ‘Maisie’ living rough, which was funny to Yelena, because that name did not suit her at all. She felt like she knew the girl already.

But the trail kept going cold. Yelena was constantly chasing shadows and rumours, never catching actual sight of her. Until London. Up until a few days ago, the former assassin had spend days gathering information and had gotten a recent description. And then, when she wasn’t even really looking for her, she’d seen a kid on the streets. It was only a glance but Yelena knew it was her.

“Hehe, there you are, you little fish,” Yelena whispered to herself, as she observed a child that had gotten so good at not attracting any attention to herself, that Yelena noticed at once. Right now, she was walking around the farmers market in Islington and she’d already managed to nick two apples, some chocolate and some more chocolate, a can of coke and a loaf of bread. All the food disappeared into her seemingly endless pockets. Yelena smirked at the sight.

“Well, that explains one thing,” she told the little hooded figure from far away, “how you managed to survive the Red Room’s starvation techniques. Let’s see what you do next, rybochka.״

But as Yelena made her way to follow the girl who had just rounded a corner, she saw that she had vanished. “Shit,” she hissed and cursed herself internally for being spotted. Quickly, she started running until she caught a glimpse of the blue raincoat the girl was wearing. Fast a lighting, she darted through the crowds and Yelena had the hardest time keeping up with her. Through the streets she chased her, waiting for her to slip up somehow, but she never did. Nimbly, the girl suddenly sprinted into a narrow little street and Yelena almost ran by it. At the end, she jumped over a few cars and crossed the road, while Yelena had to wait for them to pass before she could follow. She was losing her, a twelve-year-old girl, and it bothered her immeasurably.

“Oh, come on!” the blonde called out, as the kid suddenly did a double take and disappeared into the crowds again. Full of frustration, Yelena shoved people aside left and right to her. And then, pure luck, she recognised the raincoat right in front of her. She grabbed it tightly and tried to tackle the girl to the ground, though carefully, very much aware that this was just a child. However, this child had received years of training in one of the most severe facilities on earth and as soon as she felt Yelena’s tightened grip on her shoulder, she spun around, ducked and flipped her assailant over her shoulder.

With an “oooff” filled with surprise and embarrassment, Yelena hit the pavement. “Seriously?” she muttered and in that moment, she locked eyes with the strange girl. It was like the world stopped for a few seconds. Yelena recognised both the fear and the resolution in the other’s eyes. She opened her mouth to say something to calm her down, but as she moved to get up, the girl kicked sand from the streets into her eyes. Spluttering, the assassin wiped her face and lost sight of the girl. When she pushed herself up, she was gone.

Cursing loudly in Russian, Yelena attracted quite a bit of attention on the crowded streets. She huffed with irritation and walked away. Then she took out her phone and called her sister.

“Did you find her yet?” Natasha answered by way of greeting.

“I lost her.”

“Again?” she sighed, “She’s only twelve, Yelena.”

Full of indignation, she protested, “Well, none of this would have happened if you would have given me the correct information sooner! She is too smart now.”

“Smarter than you?” Some sarcasm laced Natasha’s voice and Yelena could practically hear her smirking on the other end.

“I have sand in my eyes...”

“Poor baby,” She now not even tried to hide the humour in her voice. “Do you need me to come down there to help you?”

“Yes,” Yelena replied at once, mainly because she just wanted to see her sister again, but reconsidered, “No. No, I know you are busy with superhero stuff.”

Natasha was silent for a little while, letting her younger sister sulk for a bit, “Stop chasing her. You’re probably only scaring her away. Remember what they taught us about being followed?”

“Find out who is following you and why.” The tactical theories had been an integral part of their training.

“Exactly.”

Yelena bit her lip and suddenly smiled, “I know where she’s going next.”

*****

As soon as you were certain you’d lost the assassin, you made your way back to Camden Town. For a couple of weeks now, you’d noticed someone on your trail and while you’d had your suspicions, your pursuer managed to remain in the shadows for the most part. Until the last few days: you’d decided to flip the tables on her and tried following her. This all went according to plan, up until today. Still, you figured you could use your little scuffle to your advantage, because now she’d be busy trying to find you. This gave you a chance to check out her apartment and learn more about her.

It hadn’t been hard for you to figure out where she’d been staying. In fact, it had been laughably easy, if you knew what to look for. And so, only half an hour later, you were standing in front of the right building.

Now for a way to get in. You debated climbing up the walls, but there were a few too many tourist out and about for your liking. As a stroke of luck, one of them walked up to the front door and was currently fiddling with the keys.

“Let me try,” you walked up to him with a winning smile. “My mum owns this apartment, there’s a bit of a trick to it...” Without suspicion, he handed you the keys and soon enough, you’d opened the door. “See?” you charmingly beamed up at him. He didn’t think anything of it as you followed him inside.

After waving after the tourist, you walked up the stairs to the third floor. You knew it had to be one of two apartments on the front side of the building. Singing some Russian song to yourself, you settled on trying one of them.

Forcing the lock was a piece of cake and it took you about four seconds to do so. After looking around for a few moments, you knew you’d picked the right apartment. Everything looked staged somehow: there was some furniture and even a few knick-knacks scattered around, but none of it really seemed to reflect a real personality. This was an assassin’s cover story, without a doubt.

“Bed first,” you whispered to yourself, as you lifted up the mattress to look for the most obvious hiding places. Nothing there. Then you checked a few random drawers and eventually made your way to the kitchen. There, on the table and in plain sight, you found a postcard yet to be sent. You flipped the image of Nelson on his column around and on the back was written: ‘The biggest poser of them all, just for you. Love, Yelena.”

“Yelena...” you tried out the name carefully. Suddenly, your stomach made a growling noise and you went in search of some food.

Just as you had your head stuck inside the refrigerator, you heard a sound behind you. Quickly, you slammed the door shut and ran for the bedroom window, but when you got to it, a blonde was blocking the way.

“Hi!” she cheerfully said, which only gave more rise to the panic you felt building up inside of you. So, she continued, “You know, if you are looking for more food, I can make us something.”

“Shit,” you hissed and ran into the other direction.

Behind you, you heard her call out, “You do not have to run, I am happy to cook us something. I am hungry too, you know!”

Not knowing what else to do, you fled into the little bathroom and locked the door. Breathing heavily, you tried your very best to keep your focus, just as you were taught. But panic settled into the pit of your stomach, because as soon as you laid eyes on her again, you were certain: she was a widow. And you’d rather die than be taken back to the Red Room.

“Little fish...” she called out from the other side of the door, “Please just stop. It is no use. That window will not open. I have tried.”

You tried the window and cursed again at finding she was right.

“Yes, much shit,” the voice confirmed.

You slapped the side of your head three times, telling yourself to snap out of it. The only way you are going to survive this, you told yourself, is by staying calm and thinking.

“I just want to talk. And eat.”

But her talking to you didn’t help. In fact, it only increased the urgency to flee you felt. Finally, you let yourself slide down against the door and sighed. If you were going to get out of here, you needed to find a way out of this bathroom first.

Yelena, on the other side, sat down with her back against the door as well. And even though she remembered being that age so well, and she understood all the fear and distrust you were probably feeling right now, she had a hard time finding the right words. So, instead she asked, “During the dropping, how did you manage to escape the dogs? I mean, you cutting the tracker from your leg was smart, I will give you that, but that also makes me wonder: why did they not notice sooner that it was no longer moving? And how did you manage to get out of the forest without dying of frostbite first? I just have a lot of questions, you know, and I really would like some answers, because now I feel stupid for not thinking about all of that when I had my dropping.”

“You wanna know so you can tell them where to upgrade their security?” The words had left your mouth before you could stop them.

“No, rybochka, of course not. Besides, there is no point now. The Red Room is gone.”

You sucked in a deep breath, hopeful for a second, but immediately telling yourself this must be a lie.

“You don’t believe me?” Yelena seemed to sense your emotions, “I have proof.”

Considering all your options quickly, you realised you didn’t have many. “If I come out, you swear not to touch me?”

You heard some movement outside of the bathroom and realised she was getting up. “I swear it. And if I did, you’d probably throw me across the room again.”

Furrowing your brows and wondering if this was another joke, you opened the door and moved out with your back against the wall. There you found Yelena, standing in the middle of the room with her hands up, and a slight smirk on her face.

“Dreykov send you?” you asked, still eyeing all the possible exits.

“Dreykov’s dead.”

You narrowed your eyes, “How do you know?”

“I blew him up. Boom. Just like that,” the blonde smirked again at the memory, “First, we set the Red Room on fire and when they tried to escape, I sabotaged the engine and blew up the ship as they tried to get away.”

“How?”

“I stuck my baton into the propeller and it exploded. Like fireworks,” Yelena nodded proudly.

You frowned again, “There’s no way you would have survived that.”

The assassin made her way to the kitchen, but continued in a conversational tone, “I almost died, but my sister jumped after me and attached her parachute to me. Natasha saved me.”

“Right,” you nodded slowly, still very unsure of what was fact and what was fiction in this story.

“Listen, rybochka, I understand you don’t trust me now. It is okay, but I just want to help you.”

You felt at the lining of your pocket to feel for the reassuring presence of a knife there. “Why do you keep calling me ‘fish’?”

“Because you are slippery and also cute.”

Some strange part of you did like this strange assassin that was probably send to kill you. She felt familiar somehow, like you’d known her for a long time.

“Now what?” you finally asked.

“Now you give me your knife,” she glared at you strictly, like you imagined maybe a mother or sister would, “the one you keep in your pants.”

Rolling your eyes, you produced the small weapon and reached out towards her. But as Yelena tried to take it from your hands, you swiftly kicked her to the side and dashed forwards.

“What was that for!” she shouted out, full of genuine hurt. With a growl, she dodged the next few blows you tried to land. Quickly, you became aware of the fact that she was a lot more skilled than you were but you had one advantage: she tried her very best not to hurt you. Guess there were some upsides to being only twelve.

Yelena jumped out of the way and avoided the chair you threw at her. “Enough!” she warned you, “Stop fighting me or I will have to fight back.” By way of an answer, you kicked the door in her face and sprinted across the little corridor.

This was your mistake, because in those few seconds, you lost sight of her. The moment you rounded the corner, you were tackled to the floor. Yelena quickly straddled your waist and pinned your hands as you tried to claw at her face.

“Calm down!” she instructed loudly, trying to make herself heard over your loud shrieks, “I do not want to hurt you!”

“Maybe I do want to hurt you!” you ground out. Again, you felt a part of you wanting to trust her, but you just couldn’t let yourself do it.

“So stubborn...” Yelena gritted her teeth, as she tried to keep your squirming form in place. “Fine,” she suddenly let go, “As a sign of trust on my part, I will not stop you. Go on, little fish, hit me.”

You balled up your fist and pulled it back, but for some reason, you couldn’t do it.

“Good.” She climbed off of you, “Now we can eat.”

You watched her walk away and wondered, “Are you the Yelena?”

“Yelena Belova, and yes, you have heard from me.”

You had: ‘the greatest child assassin’. It was like she could read your mind, “But I am not her anymore. I am free now.”

“How?”

“I will explain while we eat. Come, little fish,” with a small smile, she motioned for you to follow her.

“Stop calling me ‘fish’!” You got up and walked over to the kitchen.

Yelena was gathering different groceries and you wondered vaguely what on earth she planned on making with all of that. Meanwhile, she stated, “But I don’t know what else to call you. What is your name?”

“It’s Y/N,” you whispered, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

Yelena smiled warmly at you, “Y/N is a nice name, rybochka.”

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randomgirl005 · 1 year

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Florence Pugh at the 13th Governors Awards in Los Angeles

#florence pugh #yelena mcu #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanova #mcu black widow #yelena black widow #black widow #yelena x natasha #yelena x you #marvel films #marvel women #mcu yelena #mcu women #black widow film #marvel hawkeye #yelena x kate

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sponsoredbymqrvel · 2 years

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*If Yelena had created an animal*

Natasha: What’s it called?

Yelena: A Kangaroo

Natasha: It’s cute!

Yelena: Thanks, it has pockets:)

#This was so funny in my head #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect quotes #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #black widow #women of marvel #marvel women #yelena x natasha

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bambinella · 2 years

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Sand, sea and sunscreen!

A/N: This is one specifically for @widowsistersandfriends and I had a blast writing it! Enjoy my lady!

Summary: Natasha, Yelena and Y/N go on a small vacation to a private beach to have the time of their lives

Warnings: Fluff, overload of fluff

Word count: 3640

“Are we there yet?” You and Yelena asked at the exact same time, making Natasha snort and roll her eyes. The three of you - and Fanny - were currently on the way to the private beach Tony hired for the entire weekend, with a resort where you would be pampered and spoiled beyond imagination. And to say the least, all of you were excited.

“God, you’re both six year-olds,” Natasha chuckled while shaking her head, continuing to drive the car towards their destination. “I already told you at least five times that we’ll arrive in ten minutes,” She said, earning a groan from both of you. While you weren’t officially related, you were just as impatient as Yelena, it seemed.

“Can’t you drive faster?” You whined while wrapping your arm around Fanny to scratch one of her ears, earning a glare from Natasha through the mirror.

“Y/N, I don’t have any speeding tickets with my motor, I’m not about to change that with this car,” She said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“That’s bullshit, we both know the only reason you don’t have speeding tickets is because the police are too intimidated to give any to the ‘Black Widow’,” Yelena said with a smug grin, earning another eye roll from her sister.

“Oh that’s so cheating!” You added, folding your arms as you looked at Natasha through the small mirror at the front. “And there’s no police nearby, you can definitely drive faster now!”

“It doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a single speeding ticket,” The redhead replied with a smile, now making the two of you roll your eyes. “And Y/N, if you ask me to speed up one more time, I’m pulling over the car to put you in the trunk,” She said, smiling way too innocently at you.

You relented with a sigh and leaned back into the seat, impatiently staring out of the window. Guess you had to suffer for another ten minutes.

“When was the last time you went to the beach?” Yelena asked, making you turn your head towards her. “I can’t even remember my last time,” She added with a huff.

“I think it’s when I was six or seven years old,” You said, rummaging your brain for the memory from when you were young. “After that we moved away from the coast, and I barely had free time anymore to make the trip there. I still love the sight of the shore, and the sun glinstering on the sea, so you have no idea how happy I am to be here,” You said with a wide smile.

Natasha didn’t lie, because indeed ten minutes later she pulled over at the parking of the resort, chuckling as you two jumped out of the car as fast as you could. While Natasha and Yelena grabbed the large bags, you ran up one of the dunes so you could stare at the water. Oh how you had missed this view. Your body instantly relaxed as you felt at peace, lowering your guard as you were mesmerized by the sea. However, by doing this, you had forgotten your first rule while hanging out with the Widow Sisters: never let your guard down.

You felt two hands latching onto your sides, quickly squeezing up and down. You squealed in surprise and sunk to your knees, a surprised giggle leaving your lips.

“Last one at the sea is the biggest turd of the day!” Yelena yelled, letting go of you as she rushed by you to start the race. Luckily, the three of you had already put on your swimming suits before the start of the journey, so you ran after Yelena without a worry.

“That was cheating and you know it!” You playfully yelled at Yelena, making the blonde cackle as she dashed further away from you.

“All is fair when I’m the one doing it!” She countered, making you roll your eyes with a wide grin. You should have expected an answer like that, but you didn’t really mind it either.

You both ran towards the sea - Fanny had already reached the water - as you were almost running next to each other, about to reach the edge of the water. However, before either of you could claim victory, you saw a flash of red pass you by as Natasha won your silly little race.

“Oh come on!” Yelena whined, putting her hands on her knees as she finished a close second. “I almost won that! This was between me and Y/N!” She pouted, earning a teasing chuckle from her sister. You put your hands on your knees, catching your breath while watching them.

“You really thought you could have a competition without me winning it?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, playfully poking her sister’s cheek. Yelena rolled her eyes again, yet quickly turned to you with a grin on her face.

“I still won from you, since you came in last, so that means you’re the turd of the day!” She cackled, making you playfully groan at her. However, an idea quickly came to mind.

“Well,” You said with a mischievous smile. “Guess I’ll have to live up to my name then!” You said, before splashing a wave of cold water against Yelena’s back. The blonde squealed and hopped forward, making you burst into laughter from her reaction.

“Oh it’s on now!” The younger sister declared, sending an even bigger wave in your direction. The three of you started an all-out water battle, with Fanny barking loudly while jumping around you ladies. Natasha easily won against you both, yet while working together you managed to completely soak her as well. By the time you were finished, you three were exhausted and giggling. The next few hours were spent playing ‘fetch’ with Fanny, having epic battles in the sea and tanning, and it was pure bliss.

All of you were currently laying on your towels, stacking up on vitamin D as Natasha suddenly sat up, looking at you both.

“I’m going to the sea again, anyone want to join me?” She asked, immediately earning a nod from Yelena, who sat up as well.

“Yeah I’m coming, I feel like I’m being fried here,” She huffed, lightly kicking your butt with her foot. “What about you, Short Stuff?” The blonde asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at her and shook your head, before turning to Natasha.

“You can go ahead without me this time, I feel like I need to tan a little more,” You explained with a smile. “I’ll go with you next time! Besides, I feel like you two need to have another race to the water, to see who’s the actual winner this time,” You smirked.

The sisters shared a glance, and without another word they took off at the same time, dashing towards the water once more. You let out a laugh and shook your head, watching them disappear in the distance. Being here with Natasha and Yelena was still surreal to you, even if you had hung out with them countless times before. The sisters had taken a liking to you when you met, and you started spending your free time with them. Unlike the many, many other women that became friends with Natasha, Yelena didn’t feel that overwhelming jealousy when she was with you, which made it much easier to become friends with her. You couldn’t help but feel blessed that they had chosen you as one of their close friends, because it meant spending quality time with them at places like this.

You looked over at Natasha’s towel, and noticed her sunscreen partly laying in the sand. Reaching over, you grabbed it and started to dust the sand off. That’s when a mischievous smile formed on your face as you had an idea. You sat up quickly and turned over towards Yelena’s bag, grabbing one of the small plastic bags meant for Fanny. Putting the sunscreen in the bag, to prevent sand from reaching it, you buried it in the sand between your towels. After making sure it didn’t look suspicious, you closed your eyes with a smile and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

By the time the sisters returned, you had dozed off, making them look at each other with a wide grin. Natasha moved silently next to you, before squeezing the end of her hair with her hands, making the cold water drip on top of your bare stomach. You let out a high-pitched squeal, immediately sitting up straight while covering your stomach. Both Yelena and Natasha burst into laughter and high fived, making you groan.

“Did you really have to wake me up in the rudest way possible?” You whined, yet smiled while rubbing your eyes. Natasha shrugged and sat herself down on her towel with a smirk.

“Your fault for falling asleep,” She merely said, making you drop down on your towel with another annoyed yet playful groan. Yelena cackled again and sat down too, while Natasha reached to grab her sunscreen. After a moment of looking, and not finding it, she turned to you.

“Y/N, have you seen my sunscreen?” She asked, making you open your eyes. Oh right, that had happened. You turned your head towards and shook it without hesitation, leaning on your elbows.

“No I haven’t… wasn’t it on your towel earlier?” You asked, helping her to seem more innocent in the long run. The older sister checked again, even underneath the towel this time, before turning to Yelena with a glare.

“Where did you put it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at her sister. The blonde scoffed and sat up, not happy with the accusation.

“I didn’t take your sunscreen, Poser,” She huffed, folding her arms while raising an eyebrow herself. “Maybe you should take better care of your stuff,”

“I won’t ask it again, Lena,” Natasha warned, a smirk slowly forming on her face. She was going to get her sunscreen back, no matter what it took.

“Are you dumb? I was with you all the time!” Yelena protested, recognizing the look in Natasha’s eyes. “If anyone took your sunscreen, it had to be Y/N!”

Natasha blinked at the rather logical explanation, turning to you once more. You gulped, yet remained as calm as possible, since there was no other evidence pointing towards you. After all, you had helped her, right?

“Y/N, did you take my sunscreen?” She asked, and you couldn’t help but shiver at the mischievous undertone of the question. You knew that if she somehow found it you took it, you would die. So, you shook your head again.

“I didn’t take it, and I don’t know where it is,” You lied, feeling your heartbeat becoming faster under Natasha’s watchful gaze. She looked at your face for a long second - a few seconds too long for your comfort, actually - before looking away with a nod.

“Yelena, can I borrow your sunscreen, until we find mine?” She asked, earning a nod from the younger sister. You let out a breath of air, relaxing as the tension seemed to be over for now. You had a stupid smile on your face as you realized she had managed to get away with the small lie, from Natasha, of all people. You three laid down on your towels, and there was a small peace and quiet for a few minutes, before Natasha rolled on her side to look at you.

“Say Y/N… you mentioned in the car that it has been many years since you last came to the beach, but have you ever been buried underneath a sand castle?” She asked, making you look at her with wide, excited eyes. In truth, you hadn’t, and it was something you wanted to do today, but had been too embarrassed about to ask them.

“No I haven’t, but I would like to! I mean, if you don’t mind, of course,” You rambled, earning a chuckle from the redhead.

“If I minded, then I wouldn’t be suggesting it, now would I?” Natasha asked with her signature smirk, which made you blush and giggle. “Well then, let’s get to it! Yelena, up up, I need your help with this,” She added, making the blonde groan.

“Oh come on, I was about to take a nap,” She protested, yet got up anyway. She knew better than to ignore Natasha’s ask for help. You found it very cute.

In a matter of minutes the two sisters had buried you - not that far away from the towels, so they had a close eye on all your stuff - underneath a big pile of sand. A really big pile actually, you realized, as you couldn’t move at all. You had expected to be able to wiggle your way out in some way, but it appeared you were stuck. Not that you minded, though, you were having the time of your life. Natasha was currently making tunnels at the sides, and Yelena was busy shaping different towers.

“Enjoying yourself?” Natasha asked you with a smile, earning an eager nod from you. She had no idea how much fun you were having. However, before you could tell her exactly how much, she shifted next to you with a wider smile.

“Where did you put my sunscreen, Y/N?” Natasha asked, catching you off guard as you looked at her with big eyes. You had not expected that question, since you were convinced she had believed your lie earlier.

“I-I didn’t take it,” You said, yet it sounded more like a question, and it was all the confirmation Natasha needed. Yelena watched you both, now realizing why her sister had requested her help earlier.

“You really thought you could lie to me and get away with it?” Natasha asked with an innocent smile, making you gulp. You tried to move away from her, yet were quickly reminded that you were at their mercy to get out. You knew you were in trouble.

“... You’ll never make me talk?” You said, unable to keep a wide grin from your face as anticipation was building up inside of you. You knew it was useless to lie any longer.

“Hmm… we’ll see,” Natasha said with a grin, sticking one of her hands through the holes at the sides. Next thing you knew, you felt long fingernails scribbling against your bare stomach. You gasped and let out a squeal, a surprised giggle escaping from your lips.

“No! Nohhohohohhoho! Ahahahahaha stohohohohhoop!” You giggled, immediately trying to jerk away from her hand. To your horror, you realized that you were completely unable to move your body, with your neck, head and part of your legs being the only things sticking out from underneath the sand.

“Stop you say? Sure, as soon as you tell me where my sunscreen is,” Natasha said with a smirk, speeding up her tickles on your stomach. You were too distracted by the redhead to notice that Yelena had disappeared, until you felt a set of nails wiggle against your left foot.

“Better fess up, or suffer the consequences,” Yelena teased, fluttering her nails against the middle of your foot. You threw your head back with a squeal of laughter, your laughter immediately shooting up.

“NAAHAHAHHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHO NOHHOHOHOO! STOHOHOHOHOHOP!” You cried out at the tickle attack, wiggling your foot side to side since it was all you could do. Yelena smirked at your reaction, gently holding your big toe to keep your foot still.

“Oh? Did I find a good tickle spot? Right here?” She teased, scratching two nails faster against your arch. Natasha smirked and reached in a little further, her nails tickling right underneath your bellybutton as she watched your reaction. You closed your eyes shut and shook your head side to side, cursing yourself for falling for Natasha’s trap.

“BAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHHIIHICKLES!!” You cried out, your free foot wiggling frantically since the other one was stuck in the blonde’s grasp.

“It’s punishment, dear, it’s supposed to tickle,” Natasha chuckled, emphasizing her point by sticking her arm into the other tunnel to squeeze at your ribs. “Where did you put my sunscreen?” She asked again, gently jabbing a single finger between your upper ribs. It tickled more than you could handle but, stubborn as you were, you merely shook your head while laughing your heart out.

Natasha tsked and pulled her arms free from the tunnels, standing up as she scanned the beach, obviously looking for something. Yelena had added her second hand, gently scratching at both your heels with her long nails, while grinning teasingly at you.

“I CAAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT!” You howled with laughter, unable to shake off her fingers no matter how quickly you wiggled your feet. Yelena merely cackled at your attempt, yet stopped soon after to look at Natasha who had returned with two stiff feathers. They both gave you a breather as they swapped places, the redhead sitting herself down at your feet.

“Alright,” She said with a wide smirk, holding up both feathers for you to see. “Are you ready to talk yet?” The older sister asked, raising an eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened at the sight of the feathers, a gasp leaving your lips.

“No! No please! Plehehehehease no!” You begged, unable to hold back the giggles of anticipation. Yelena chuckled at that, shaking her head while looking at you.

“Silly Y/N, already giggling and we’re not even tickling you yet,” The blonde teased, sticking her hand in one of the tunnels to drill a finger into your hip. “I mean, I can imagine if I did this you would laugh, because it would tickle,” She casually said with a mischievous smile. You shrieked and tried to arch your back, to no avail, while giggling even faster. At the same time, you felt two feathers brush up and down against the bottoms of your feet, sending you into another fit of laughter.

“The sooner you confess, the sooner this will end~,” Natasha said in a sing-song voice, fluttering both feathers against the middle of your arches, smiling widely at your loud laughter. She brushed them up and down the middle of your feet, sewed them against the outer sides and fluttered the tips side to side underneath your toes, all while Yelena tickled your hip and ribs. Needless to say, you were dying of laughter.

“OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP I’LL TAAHAHAHAHAHALK!” You cried out at last, tears of laughter forming in the corners of your eyes as you were unable to bear the sensations any longer. They both stopped simultaneously, smirking at each other while sitting back. You panted heavily and tried to catch your breath, before turning to Natasha.

“It’s… hah… I buried it in a… a plastic bag between our towels,” You breathed, trying hard to resist the urge to giggle at the lingering sensations. Natasha dropped the feathers and stood up, making her way towards the towels. Just like you said, she found the little plastic bag buried in the sand and shook her head with a smile.

“You really are the biggest turd of the day,” She said to you, sitting herself down on her own towel while putting away the small bottle. You giggled and tried to squirm free again, yet you were still stuck.

“Can I get out now?” You requested with a big, innocent smile. The older sister thought about it for a second, yet Yelena quickly butted in.

“Not so fast, Y/N,” She said, sitting next to your head while holding the feathers Natasha had dropped earlier. “Or did you forget you almost framed me for stealing the sunscreen, huh? I need to give you some punishment of my own for that,” The younger sister grinned, wasting no time as she swept both feathers side to side against your neck. You immediately burst into mad giggles, shaking your head side to side.

“Yelenaaahahahhaha nohohohoho! Ohohohoho stahahahahap thahaaaahahahahhat!” You pleaded, goosebumps covering your skin from the gentle tickles.

“You should have thought of that before, I have no sympathy for you,” She said with a smirk, brushing the tips against the little area underneath your ears. You jerked side to side, desperately attempting to break free from the sand prison.

“Nataaaahhahahashaaahaha! Hehehehehehelp meeehhehehehehehe!” You cried out at the older widow, yet she merely shook her head at you.

“You got yourself into this mess, little one, you need to suffer ALL the consequences,” She teased, which only made you giggle louder and faster. Yelena continued to feather your neck, occasionally tickling your ears, before finally pulling you away. You were a giggling mess, your cheeks bright red as your hair was covered with sand.

“You’re a mess,” Yelena teased, yet she and Natasha were quick to dig you out of your prison, both of them brushing their nails against your sides and stomach every now and then to make you squeal. As soon as you were freed, you stood up to dust yourself off, playfully glaring at them.

“I admit I was a turd, but you didn’t need to do THAT, you know,” You protested, yet couldn’t help but smile.

“Actually, I believe you deserved all of that,” Natasha said, to which Yelena nodded while folding her arms with a smirk. “However, it’s getting rather late, so how about this: we go to the water one last time, and then we get ready for the resort?” She suggested, to which you both nodded.

You and Yelena looked at each other for a second, a grin spreading on your faces.

“LAST ONE AT THE WATER IS STILL THE BIGGEST TURD!” You both yelled at the same time, before dashing towards the sea. Natasha playfully rolled her eyes, yet quickly ran after her two little sisters.

#Marvel #Marvel fanfic #Black Widow #Natasha Romanoff #Yelena Belova #fem!Reader #ler!Natasha #ler!Yelena #lee!Reader #fluff #platonic #beach #Tickling #Natasha x Yelena #Yelena x Natasha #Natasha x reader #Yelena x reader

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Natasha Romanoff & Yelena Belova & Melina Vostokoff - Butterfly X Metamorphosis

#black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow movie #natasha and yelena #yelena belova #melina vostokoff #yelena x natasha #natasha romanoff deserved better #mama melina vostokoff #mcu ladies #a force #natasha the avenger #avengers endgame #og6 avengers

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ionlylikemarvelforthewomen · 2 years

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Daylight

Summary: A short drabble about Yelena and Natasha post BW movie. Ignoring anything and everything after that; they are happy and together and that's what matters and what happened.

A/N: This is a Natasha and Yelena centered one-shot. They don't do anything more intimate than sleep in one bed (fully clothed, no funny business). Just want to be clear about the contents!

Enjoy!

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Strength. Pain only makes us stronger. That was what Yelena had grown up heering, what she had repeated to herself in the dead of night, lonely and aching all over.

And now? Now what did pain do? Yelena had no idea anymore.

She had thrown herself into freeing the widows around the world. She had gone with Melina and Alexei to the farm and watched them together. At the dinner table, in the lab where Melina was recreating the serum while Alexei messed things up, and in quiet moments when it was just the two of them in a room.

She was relieved when the serum was ready and she could follow the intel around the world. When she could be away from the couple, and the freed widows discovering themselves. And she tried to do the same. In between travelling and fighting, Yelena tried to figure out what she liked besides pockets. But there was always something missing, even as she filled in more and more information on herself.

Today she’s in Italy, which she has decided she likes. She likes the language that she is quickly picking up, and the food, and the architecture. She has finished freeing the widows in this country, and Melina is going to send her more of the serum, and so she has a few days. Of downtime and fact finding for herself. And as she walks to the lovely safehouse in this small coastal community, she smiles to herself, ignoring the ever-present slight ache, the phantom pain of a missing limb that she cannot shake.

She hears it as soon as she opens the door: the shower is running. And there are several lights on, ones that Yelena had definitely not left on; so she takes out her gun and lightly closes the door as she heads for the bathroom. Moving on mostly muscle memory, Yelena doesn’t stop and wonder why any would-be assassin has decided to use her shower before killing her, well, not until she reaches the bathroom door and sees the flash of red hair in the shower.

“Suka,” she says, not lowering her gun but relaxing her shoulders a bit.

“That,” says Natasha, turning off the water and stepping out, “is not a nice way to greet your sister.”

Yelena simply raises an eyebrow and rolls her eyes, finally tucking her gun away.

“Although it is an improvement on the last time I showed up at one of our safehouses,” Natasha is smiling and then they are suddenly embracing, hugging each other tightly. Until Yelena realises that her sister is still warm and wet from the shower, wrapped only in a thin towel. She releases her and steps back, forcing herself to make a face.

“You are getting me wet and I like this shirt. Dry off and then we can do the feelings thing” she says, playing the part of bratty younger sister to perfection. Natasha takes it in stride, playfully bumping her shoulders against Yelena’s as she exits the bathroom, walking towards the clothes she has already laid out for herself.

Yelena strides out of the room, heading for the kitchen and the bottles of vodka in the freezer. She’s settled on the couch, already taking a few sips, when Natasha comes sauntering out of the bedroom and into the small living area, snagging the vodka from Yelena and taking a sip herself. And when Natasha sits next to her, on the tiny couch, in this tiny flat in Italy, she finally feels whole.

They sit on the couch, passing the bottle between them for a few minutes until Yelena finally breaks that silence.

“Why are you here?” and she squirms inwardly a bit as she asks, afraid of any answer she might get, but needing it.

“I can go,” Natasha says, chuckling softly, “Things are settled back h– with the team, and I thought I could come help you out.”

“I don’t need help,” Yelena says, bristling a bit.

“Of course not,” Natasha sighs, “you’re not gonna make this easy are you? I missed you and I thought it might be nice to spend time together.”

Yelena’s eyes soften and she nods, quickly, turning her head and blinking to keep the threatening tears at bay. But Natasha is looking at her and she knows she needs to say something, “I missed you too” she mumbles out.

And then they are hugging again, and discussing dinner and what to watch on the tiny television, and Yelena is telling Natasha about how gross Melina and Alexei are together, and about the freed widows, and they are relaxing into each other, into familiar company, into safety.

It’s only later, when the moon is high in the sky and they have emptied several bottles of vodka, that Yelena remembers there is only one bed and the couch is much too small for someone to sleep on it. And so, sleep tugging at them both, they walk together to the bedroom in the quiet that has settled between them. A comfortable quiet this time. And then they are sliding into bed, whispering goodnights, and Natasha quickly falls asleep next to her while Yelena tries to relax.

Sleep has been difficult since the removal of the mind control and freedom from the Red Room. And now she is here, next to Natasha, who trusts her enough to fall asleep quickly and easily, and Yelena is tense. When Natasha rolls over and slings an arm around her, Yelena forgets how to breathe for a minute.

“Stop thinking and go to sleep, ‘Lena” comes a grumble from Natasha.

Surprisingly, Yelena drifts off soon after. And she is definitely not thinking about how nice it is to have her sister’s arm around her and her familiar scent billowing around her.

And when she doesn’t wake up during the night screaming, or crying, or dry-heaving, she calls it a coincidence and steadfastly ignores it.

#Natasha romanoff imagine #yelenat #marvel imagine #Yelena Belova imagine #yelena x natasha #my fics #my stuff

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aemeth1 · 2 years

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Finally watched Hawkeye, because I thought I more or less overcame my emotional devastation after Black Widow - well, here I am wrecked again. Yelena's pure happiness at the mere thought of Natasha and her living together in New York, I'll never forgive them for killing Natasha.

#hawkeye #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #yelena x natasha #yelenat #black widow

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chaotictasha · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes#5

Yelena and y/n sneaking into the kitchen at midnight.

Yelena: a midnight snack sounds good right now.

Y/n: no you dumb ass it's a meal between dinner and breakfast. It's called midnight lunch or midnight feast.

Yelena: who you calling dumb ass? Huh

Y/n and Yelena bickering

Nat*comes out of nowhere*: Did I step on your moment?

*CUE SCREAMING*

Y/n and Yelena running for life.

#nat x y/n #yelena x natasha #yelena x y/n #natasha x y/n #incorrect marvel quotes #source: unkown #Nat x y/n x yelena

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rxmqnova · 4 months

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Natasha: Y/N isn't talking to me.

Yelena: Enjoy it while it lasts.

#source: incorrect quotes generator #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x you #yelena belova #natasha x yelena #yelena x natasha

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checkingoutforheroes · 2 years

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Idea.

Yelena: Guys, got any escape idea? I'm opening a suggestion! Anyone?!

Y/n: I have an idea!

Yelena: Anyone else?!

Natasha, fighting 3 guys: I'm busy!

Yelena: Y/n, what you've got?

Y/n: We attack!

Yelena: They attacking us right now. That's a bad idea!

Y/n: But not our worse idea, right?

Natasha: Yes. That is the worst idea kid! *runs towards the enemy.

Yelena: At times like this, I really3 wish I have a superpower. *runs along them.

Maria: Well, it is the worst idea. They'll get through it.

Fury, smiling: They'll do anything to survive.

#natasha romanoff #yelena belova #black widow #avengers x reader #natasha x reader #yelena x reader #black widow incorrect quotes #yelena x natasha #natasha romanoff x yelena belova #comfort character #maria hill #nick fury

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finnicks · 2 years

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( fic ) for you i'd even try to turn the tide

for you i'd even try to turn the tide

mcu | yelena/natasha mature, 6.3k When Natasha dies on Vormir, she disappears into the Soul Stone. The Stone pulls along with her the last piece of her soul.

#yelenat #yelenat fic #yelenat fanfic #yelenat fanfiction #yelena x natasha #natasha x yelena #natasha romanoff fic #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fanfiction #yelena belova fic #yelena belova fanfic #yelena belova fanfiction #mcu fic #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #userjaded #my fic #*mine

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theshelbyclan · 2 years

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Battle Scars

Summary: Slowly, you are bonding with the strange blond assassin and somehow you are drawn to her more and more (Part 2)

A/N: I was overwhelmed with the support on the first part for this series: thank you so, so much! Again, if you’d like me to continue this, let me know, it’s honestly the main reason for me to keep posting :) Also, if you wanna be tagged in this and the next parts, let me know!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Words: 1559

*****

“What’s this I’m eating exactly...” you asked the chef, who was currently loudly enjoying her own meal.

“You don’t like it?” she asked you casually, “Give it to me. I will eat it.”

“No!” Protectively you put an arm around the plate and pulled it in closer towards you. “I was just wondering what it’s supposed to be.”

“It’s Russian,” Yelena answered by way of explanation.

You laughed shortly, “It’s really not. I’m from Russia, remember?”

“Vseznayka...” she grinned at you.

You constantly tried to keep an eye on her. And even though you were starving and eating as quickly as you could, you never once tried to break eye contact. She, on the other hand, seemed to be so familial with you already and it confused you.

“What do you want from me?” you finally asked her, your voice sounding a lot smaller than you had intended.

“Nothing.”

“Then why chase me across three cities?”

“Ah! So you did realise you were being followed!” She almost seemed proud.

“Obviously,” you shrugged, “It’s not like you were being subtle about it.”

Yelena burst out laughing and you held your breath at the sound. Then she said, “You know, you are very rude and still I like you. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

“It is weird.”

“You still think I am here to kidnap you and take you back to the Red Room?”

You had no idea what to think, so you just shrugged again and took another bite of the strange concoction that Yelena called dinner.

“Don’t worry, little one,” Yelena said, now using the nickname for you that Natasha often used for her, “You can leave here if you want, after you finish eating.”

“I will,” you nodded, even though you had no idea where to go.

Yelena looked at you with some sympathy in her eyes. She remember how uncertain she had felt after being freed, and she hadn’t even been a kid. Carefully, she inquired, “What are your plans?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“I’m sure you will. You are smart.”

You eyed her carefully: was it a compliment or just another trap? And honestly, you didn’t want to talk about your plans, seeing you didn’t have any. You’d rather die than tell her just how afraid you were of the future, how you got scared alone at night sleeping rough and how lonely you felt every day. So you quickly changed the subject, “How did you get that scar?” You pointed at her finger.

Yelena turned over her hand and studied her middle finger, “This? Knife exercise gone wrong. I was ten.” She pointed at your wrist, “That looks like a knife also.”

“Sword.”

“So a big knife. Same thing.” Yelena casually waved a hand.

You narrowed your eyes at her, wanting to prove something, even though you weren’t even sure what, “I didn’t even feel it, I just noticed the blood first.”

“That’s normal,” Yelena opened her vest and pulled down her t-shirt, “Two bullets. Didn’t feel the first one, but the second one hurt like a bitch.”

“Fuck...” you leaned in closer to get a better look at it. “When did that happen?”

“First real mission. I was fourteen.”

Quickly, you flashed you shin at her, “Baton. Broke my entire shin. I was eleven.”

“Pff..” Yelena scoffed and she inclined her head, “A guard gave me a concussion and I woke up three days later. Now, that really hurt.”

You nodded, officially impressed. “How about this one?” you showed her your right ear, “Frostbite. When I was 8 I got punished for stealing and was locked outside for two nights.”

“Ha!” Yelena laughed, “That’s nothing, kid. Check this out!” She showed you her other foot and one toe appeared to be missing, “A whole week up in Siberia will do that to you.”

*****

“How’s it going?” Natasha inquired.

“I think we’re bonding.”

Her sister sounded sceptical over the phone, “Over what?”

“Scars.”

“Yelena...” she started.

“I’m serious!” her younger sibling interrupted her, “We compared scars and she was impressed and I was impressed and I don’t know what you usually call this, but it is a bond, yes?”

“If you’re trying to befriend a polar bear, yes...” Natasha grumbled on the other end.

Yelena picked her teeth with a knife as she tried to get rid of her ‘Russian dish’. Then she said, “I like her. She is like a fish.”

Natasha laughed, “I hope you didn’t call her that.”

“I did. She didn’t mind.”

“I bet she did.”

Yelena was quiet for a bit, “I’m staying here for a while.”

“Ah...” her sister said knowingly, then added, “So you really like her.”

“She tried to kill me.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Yelena looked over to you and it struck her that you seemed so very small all of a sudden. All this time, she’d viewed you as an equal, but while she was on the phone with Natasha, you were sitting with your back against the wall, watching some cartoon on TV. Silently, you were repeating the lines. Just like we were taught, Yelena thought.

“I’ll tell her you said ‘hi’,” the blonde ended the conversation.

Natasha nodded on the other end, but didn’t speak.

“I’ll tell her that her sister misses her,” Yelena added, more to herself than anyone else.

“I do...” Natasha mused, “I’ll see you both soon, rooskaya.”

*****

As the evening was about to fall, you looked at the strange blonde for some kind of plan. And she seemed to understand what you were asking her, “Go on. You can go. I won’t stop you.”

“You’ll let me go?” you asked, still not quite trusting her.

Yelena studied her hands and decided right there and then, “I’ll stay here, for at least another week or so. I won’t force you to stay with me. You are free now, so it’s up to you.”

“I’ll leave,” you ventured, “I will.”

“You are free to choose.”

Unsure of what to do, you looked at the door, but when you looked back at Yelena, you saw she only smiled at you comfortingly. “I will be here, if you want some more food.”

“Some more ‘Russian food’?” you joked cheekily.

“Yes,” she grinned back at you, “Good, delicious food. You know you want it!”

You smiled back at her and the next second, you had jumped out of the window. But as you were about to climb down the wall, you heard Yelena call after you, “Oh! Your sister, the Avenger, says ‘hi!’”

For the next hour, you roamed London. You had no idea where to go from there. The last couple of days you’d been sleeping in the Underground stations, but it felt strange going back there now. Still, with no other options, you felt the pull of those places once again. Once arrived, the familiar punk kids greeted you with friendly faces, but suddenly it was like you no longer belonged. The thought occurred to you that they had no idea who you really were or where you came from. And there was another prickling image in the back of your mind: only a few miles away, there was someone who did know. A blond assassin who shared your scars. Someone who did understand. A sister maybe?

Meanwhile, Yelena was lying on the bed, being consumed by doubt. She felt completely incompetent for letting you go. All she could keep thinking was: I let a child sleep alone on the streets tonight and Natasha is going to be so disappointed in me. And of course she could tell herself that you’d be fine, after all you had survived and outsmarted the Red Room’s dropping, but it didn’t help much.

Suddenly, she heard a noise and Yelena sat bolt-right up in the bed. Instinctively, she pulled a knife and crouched towards the back room. From there, she could watch the window perfectly. A small, hooded figure climbed in without making a sound. Yelena watched you lower yourself and therefore she made her way back towards the bed, secure in the thought that it was only her little fish. There, she closed her eyes and waited.

You had decided on a whim to go back to the apartment. It wasn’t a simple decision, but it was the easy choice: this was the only place where you didn’t have to hide. Climbing back in through the window was a lot less hassle without all the tourists, and you knew you could do it without making a sound. Carefully, you crept around the apartment until you found the bedroom.

A loud snore sounded from the bed. For a second, you wanted to turn around and run, but Yelena’s sleeping form was somehow a relief to you. So, you did what you normally would never do and you pulled aside the blanket and laid down next to her.

The first few minutes, you were laying there stiff as a board for the nerves, unsure of whether you’d woken her or not. Then, you relaxed and felt yourself getting drowsy. Being in the presence of another widow, it was no longer a threat, but a comfort now. And so you let go.

Yelena heard your heartbeat get steady and waited until it was completely at a calm rhythm. Then she turned around and put an arm around your sleeping body.

You felt her hug you closer, without trapping you in her arms. Your breath hitched, but then eased.

Yelena felt the moments before you surrendered to sleep, and she took these moments to whisper, “Don’t be afraid, detka, I’ve got you.”

Seconds later, you were blissfully asleep.

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