the suburbs - ii

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the widow family - alexei, melina, natasha, yelena x fem!reader

word count: ~1.4k words

a/n: this is part two of the suburbs au…enjoy!

this was partially inspired by these headcanons written by the lovely @ynscrazylife. thank you so much (again, again, again) for allowing me to write something inspired by your content. if you end up wanting me to take this down, don’t hesitate to ask.

warnings: general angst, only proofread like once

requests are open!

milaya - honey

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

taglist:@thewidowsghost@imapotatao

It took quite some time (4 days to be exact) for your mother to cool off. Honestly, you needed time to think everything over as well, so the time was welcomed. In those few days, you felt like you were in a state of limbo, suspended in an overwhelmingly tedious void of confusion and curiosity.

But once that time had passed, you finally decided that you wanted- no, needed to know. Enough was enough. You had gone long enough not knowing about these shadowy figures of your parents’ past.

Taking a deep breath, you went downstairs to your parents sitting at the table. They sat together in uncomfortable silence, knowing what you were about to ask of them.

“Mama, Papa,” you began, sitting down at the opposite side of the table from where they sat. “I want to know.”

“We know, milaya,” your father said in a gruff whisper. He looked to your mother, taking her hand in his, seemingly asking if she was ready. She nodded once in response.

“So..?”

“Natasha and Yelena,” the woman stammered nervously, “were…our daughters.”

“For three years, we lived in Ohio for a mission that I cannot even remember the point of,” the man continued. “So boring, I know this. Tedious. Dreykov leaving me, Red Guardian, to rot. Still unbelievable.”

“But once we were found,” the man continued, “we come home. We never saw Natasha and Yelena again.”

What did they mean ‘never saw them again?’ What, did they die? Did they get left behind? Also, who the hell was Dreykov? You’d never heard that name before. You had to keep pushing, unaware of the terrible secrets you’d uncover.

“Never saw them again? What happened?”

They looked at each other, sharing a sympathetic look before finally revealing the truth. Stumbling over her words, Melina said, “We surrendered them to an organization we previously worked for. They were supposed to be trained to become elite spies and assassins.”

“For all we know, our daughters are dead. We may as well treat them as such.”

Fuck. That hit like a truck. And it wasn’t just you who was struck by that. You watched as your father stood, grabbing a bottle of vodka off of a high shelf of your mother’s massive bookshelf. He poured himself and your mother some into two shot glasses he retrieved from the same shelf.

He took his shot down quickly, not a sign of dislike or disgust on his face. He soon poured another. Your mother, on the other hand, took a moment to even grab the glass. You watched as her hand shook, the liquid in the glass nearly spilling out for a moment. Just like your father, she downed it quickly but cringed at the taste. She never had been a drinker.

It was silent for a few minutes. It took you a moment, but you returned back to your room, just needing to think it all out. What had started as time to think alone in the comfort of your bedroom quickly became a long nap.

You woke up later that day to knocking at your door, rolling over to look at the alarm clock whose red numbers blinked 21:48 (that’s 9:48 pm). You sat up, rubbing your tired eyes as you called for the person to enter. It was your mother and she had a box of things.

She placed it on the floor and sat behind it, patting the floor for you to join her there. “Mama, what is this?”

“I have more to show you,” she whispered, opening the box. The first item she pulled out was a fairly large book, placing it in your hands. Curiously, you lifted the cover to reveal pictures of two young girls: one blonde and the other a brunette with a hint of red. It showed them at various different ages, but it was clear that the blonde was younger.

You flipped through it, your eyes scanning each and every page for a hint of something. You didn’t know what you were looking for, but you felt some inexplicable urge to find it. Perhaps it was reality. You needed to see that this was real. What would show it, you had no idea. Maybe a picture of your mother or father would do the trick, but they made no appearance in any of the pictures.

Somehow, Melina knew exactly what you were looking for and placed a small handful of old photos on the book. They were of her and Alexei, bright and young and, most notably, happy. They looked so new and shiny, like life hadn’t yet broken them in, which, of course, it hadn’t.

You flipped through pictures of your parents in all sorts of settings; at some home you didn’t recognize, underneath some colorful ferris wheel, some zoo in God knows where, by a train, in a plane. They appeared in so many places, it honestly shocked you. They weren’t much interested in travel and sightseeing anymore now that they were older.

That wasn’t enough for you. You wanted- no, needed more. You needed to feel them, to be them. So you had no choice but to ask.

“What were they like?”

“Natasha, this one,” she pointed to the older girl in a picture, “was so good. She had a fire in her soul and a heart in her chest. A big one. She really cared, especially about little Yelena.”

“She was just like a sister should be, protective, caring, attentive. She reminded me so much of myself,” the woman said, pausing as her heart fell heavy with emotion. “But I could never be like her.”

“I could never be soft and understanding. I never have been, and you know this. I try every day, but I can’t live up to Natasha…I doubt anyone can.” She stared at the pictures for a moment, seemingly overcome with emotion. Whether it was grief or pride, it was impossible to tell.

“What about Yelena? What was she like?”

Snapping out of her silence, a small smile spread across her face. “Yelena was so much fun. She must have been 6 when it all ended, and I loved every minute we had together.”

“She used to call fireflies 'forest stars,’ and I would tell her the glow was from bioluminescence. 'Bio-goomin-feasants’ is what she would say.”

Your mother went on to tell you so much about the younger girl. Eventually, she got to the topic of American Pie by Don McLean. Since you didn’t know the song, she pulled a record out of the box and placed it on the record player in the corner of your room. The two of you listened in silence, the only noise besides the song was Melina humming along at times. Once it ended, she took it off of the record player, saying that “American Pie was her song. She would never stop listening to it. She would ask us to play it, and we couldn’t say no. Not to her at least.”

You listened to everything she had to say about the two girls, not knowing what to ask next. Standing up, Melina put the lid back on the box, sliding it to you. “I want you to have these, but promise me it’ll never leave this house.”

You held out your pinky finger to her, making her chuckle in response and intertwine her pinky with yours. She gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and left you with the box of memories and a need to know your sisters as best as you could.

Days and weeks passed, and you tried your damndest to connect with Natasha and Yelena. You knew they knew nothing of your existence and had come to terms with that as best you could. Still, that didn’t stop you from somehow feeling mournful for the sisters you both never had and had never even met.

Without memories to remember or experiences to fall back on, you felt empty. Like a part of you was missing. It felt like doing a puzzle only to find out that the last piece is gone, and even after looking everywhere, you can’t find it. How were you possibly supposed to fix that?

the suburbs (au) - 2/3

the widow family - alexei, melina, natasha, yelena x fem!reader

summary:after natasha and yelena were taken away, melina and alexei were heartbroken. as they sought comfort in each other, you were born. being the daughter of a black widow and the red guardian, your life was filled with questions that your parents couldn’t (or wouldn’t) answer. who were natasha and yelena? why wouldn’t your parents tell you?

genre: angst, eventual fluff

warnings:kindakidnapping (alexei giving up nat + yelena to dreykov), mentions of mind control via the red room, a broken family, general angst and sadness

a/n: this was partially inspired by these headcanons written by the lovely @ynscrazylife. thank you so much (again) for allowing me to write something inspired by your content. if you end up wanting me to take this down, don’t hesitate to ask.

though i plan for this series to be 3 parts long, i may eventually expand onto this au (likely in blurbs) if i get requests to do so or have some grand idea.

taglist:@thewidowsghost@imapotatao

the series

the suburbs - how it all began

the suburbs by arcade fire

the past and pending - learning the story

the past and pending by the shins

garden song - finale

garden song by phoebe bridgers

side note: anything crossed out means it’s a work in progress (wip)