After the Blip, after Natasha, after everyone came back.
Perhaps that was why Yelena was so drawn to you.
Both of you came back from ashes to a terrible, strenuous fresh start.
You knew nothing of the Red Room
and Yelena knew nothing of the life you left behind.
All you had were the memories of your past lives and relatively clean slates when you met.
There was a park, near where Natasha was buried.
After Yelena would visit her sister’s grave, she would sit on a bench to people watch.
Sometimes Val would accompany her, gift her with some new bounty
other times, on rarer occasions, they would just sit in silence together.
Most often, Yelena was alone,
eyes flicking around the playground, to watch mothers and fathers corral their children, to the wide open field next to it, watching owners corral their dogs.
Fanny would watch too, ears perked.
Sometimes the shepherd mix would whimper, wanting to play with her fellow furry friends.
“Not today, Fanny,” Yelena cooed, scratching the pups head.
Yet, one day, Fanny continued to whine.
Big, brown eyes flicked up to Yelena, distracting the blonde from her surroundings.
“What is it, baby?” Yelena cooed, “what’s wrong?”
Spurred on by her voice, Fanny got to her feet and turned her attention towards the dog park.
Yelena followed her dog’s gaze but saw nothing.
Nothing until a ball of white, curly fluff hurled towards them both, pink tongue poking out from tiny jaws.
Yelena almost started laughing when the miserable little thing stopped short of Fanny and began to yap as threateningly as it could.
The creature was bordering on annoying when you rushed up.
You looked wild, arms outstretched towards the little white dog in a vain attempt to hold it back and away from Fanny.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t-I’m dogsitting! Bubbles, stop it!”
“Bubbles?” Yelena asked, a laugh slipping past her lips. “It’s name is Bubbles?”
You too began to laugh, a melodious sound that rung out, even over Bubbles’ incessant yapping.
“Yeah, his owner said it was ironic,” you explained through a chuckle, picking up Bubbles and holding him to your chest.
“Ironic cause he’s not so bubbly?” Yelena asked and you nodded.
“Exactly,” it was then your eyes landed on Fanny, “what’s that cuties’ name?”
“This,” Yelena said, patting the shepherd’s head, “is Fanny.”
“Fanny,” you echoed with a smile, “I’ve never heard that one before.”
“It’s a family name,” Yelena added, though her smile began to die, victim to memory.
“That’s sweet.”
A moment passed, with just you and Yelena staring at each other
all the while Bubbles wormed around in your grasp.
Yelena was struck by how soft you looked with the park and sunlight cast behind you.
There was no harshness in your face, not the kind she was used to.
“Do you…do you and Bubbles want to sit?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah. Thanks.”
You fell into the seat at her side and, almost immediately, Fanny went to sniffing at Bubbles who still wormed around in your lap.
“Sit, Fanny,” Yelena warned, “be nice to our guests.”
“It’s alright,” you said, tilting your head towards Bubbles. “He seems to be less angry now that he’s so close.”
“All bark, no bite, huh?” Yelena asked, holding out a hand for Bubbles.
There was a gentleness in her manner that caught you, that reminded you that you didn’t know this lovely person’s name.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Yelena,” she returned with a smile.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Yelena returned, “and that extends to Bubbles as well.”
You laughed, just as you did for the next few hours.
Together, you and Yelena (along with Bubbles and Fanny) wasted time together, got to know each other, and laughed.
It had been so long since Yelena had laughed
and since you returned from ash, it had been so long since you had allowed yourself to be comfortable around someone.
Spending time together was easy.
You both bonded over being gone in the Blip, how you came back to empty homes and lost loved ones.
You explained how you came back unemployed, with a family far older than when you left them.
“It was hard, getting back to things. Hence the dogsitting.”
“Hence the dogsitting. Is Bubbles your only client?”
“Right now, yeah,” you admitted, much too shyly.
“Well, my work tends to take me out of town. You could watch Fanny.”
“Really? I’d love to! She’s so well behaved!”
Yelena swallowed hard and, for the first time in her life, struggled to muscle up some courage. “Is…Is there a number I should call?”
“Here, you can just use my number.”
You gave Yelena your number and gave her a smile.
“But, enough about me. What about you? How were things post-Blip for you?”
A heavy sigh slipped past Yelena’s lips.
“You don’t have to…”
“No, I…I want to. It’s just a lot.”
“Well, Bubbles isn’t due back for a while,” you said with a smile, “so take all the time you need.”
Eventually, Yelena told you.
She told you about her training, in the vaguest of details.
She told you about Natasha, in the vaguest details.
“I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, resting your hand on hers. “Have you talked to anyone about it?”
Yelena met your gaze and felt her heart twinge at the concern in your eyes.
“Just you, really.”
“Oh, well. I’m glad you feel that you can.”
“Sorry for just dumping that on you. You have your own things and…”
“No, don’t be sorry,” you pressed, “it’s alright.”
You and Yelena sat on the bench until the park began to close until dusk kissed the sky a pinkish-orange.
“You probably need to get back, yeah?”
You glanced at the sky, then your phone, before turning back to Yelena. “Yeah, I better be going.”
“Let Fanny and I walk you out of the park at least,” Yelena said, standing.
You couldn’t refuse, you didn’t want to refuse.
You wanted to spend more time with Yelena,
and she wanted to spend more time with you.
So, you walked and talked, took the long way through the park until you reached the exit.
“So, uh, give me a text, when you need Fanny to watch. Or just text me whenever.”
“I will,” Yelena replied with a smile. “Thanks, for…for sitting with me.”
“Thanks for offering the spot,” you returned.
That day, you and Yelena went your separate ways but became attached forever.
Throughout the next few weeks, you and Yelena exchanged texts.
Simple ‘Hello! How are you?’ and ‘Might need your dogsitting services soon’.
Each time you got a text from her (or vice versa), a larger conversation would take hold.
Digital message by digital message, you and Yelena peeled away parts of yourselves.
It got to the point where, when the time finally came for you to watch Fanny while Yelena went away to work, itfelt more like meeting a friend.
You met up at the park, near the same bench where you sat together when you first met.
Anxiety drove you to leave earlier, far earlier than you needed to.
You arrived fifteen minutes earlier than you needed to, but it seemed Yelena did as well.
A smile crept along your features when you saw her and Fanny making their way towards the bench.
She smiled at you in return and Fanny, much to your surprise, picked up her pace and pulled Yelena faster towards you.
“Hey!”
“Hi!”
Fanny nipped playfully at your extended hands, her puppy-like excitement making you laugh.
“Someone’s happy to see me again, huh?”
“I am too,” Yelena chuckled, “Fanny just likes to show off.”
Your face burned in the soft heat of her compliment before you straightened your posture and bid Fanny to settle.
“Speaking of seeing people again, how long is this work trip of yours?”
Yelena’s beaming expression shifted at your question; her eyes grew almost darker, lips fell from her smile and into an unreadable flat line.
“No more than four days.”
Suddenly feeling the need for levity, you added in a chuckle, “short trip, huh?”
“I’m good at my job, so I only needfour days.”
You smiled at Yelena’s confidence, and she smiled too when she noticed your expression.
Though, you were not so lost in her softness to realize that you had no idea what Yelena did for work.
“What do you do?”
“I…meet people. See how they act if they’re good. Good for business.”
“Like a networker?”
“Sure, a networker.”
Another moment of soft silence fell over you and Yelena.
Though, when Fanny began to lick lovingly at your palms, your attention diverted to the pup.
You cooed at her, tried to get calm down…to no avail.
Yelena let out a huff of amusement at the sight that brought your eyes back to hers.
You swore you saw her cheeks pinken before she flicked her gaze to her wrist, which had a very tactical-looking watch wrapped around it.
“I have a flight to catch so…”
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you said, nudging Fanny towards her owner.
Yelena crouched down so that she was eye-level with Fanny.
Her hands reached out, cupping the dog’s face before scratching behind her ears.
“Now, you behave. Listen to Y/N, make sure you leave a good impression for me, okay?”
Fanny licked her jowls and tilted her head up to Yelena’s as if to agree to her terms.
Satisfied, the blonde stood up and met your eyes again.
“I texted you my address so when you’re done with this walk you can drop her off. She doesn’t need to be in her crate, but it’s there if she gets too…too rowdy.”
“What about her food?”
“It’s in the laundry room, on the shelf. It’s the room at the end of the hall with the door shut. Two scoops after every walk.”
“Okay, great. I’ll text you if I run into any problems.”
Yelena smiled and nodded before her expression melted into stark realization.
“You’ll probably need this,” she said, rummaging through one of her pants pockets to pull out a copy of her keys.
“And this, probably,” she added, holding out the handle of Fanny’s leash and her key.
As you reached out towards Yelena’s extended hand, your fingertips brushed together
and the touch sent a wonderful, tickling shock through your body.
Quickly, you pulled your hand away, scared you might give too much away.
Too much of what, you weren’t sure;
all you knew was that you weren’t ready for whatever it was to come out yet.
“Well, uh,” you cleared your throat, “have a nice flight, and fun…networking.”
“Thanks, and thanks for taking care of my girl.”
“It’s my pleasure,” you returned, smiling at the affection Yelena had for her companion. “She’s a good one.”
Yelena nodded before she turned her back and speedily walked down the street.
You watched her go for a long moment, watched until her blonde head of hair disappeared out of the park.
When she was gone, you glanced to Fanny who, with big brown eyes (that strangely reminded you of her owner’s), looked up back at you.
“Miss her already?”
Fanny wriggled at your side.
You took that as a ‘yes’.
“She’ll be back, sooner than you know it,” you said, leaning down to scratch her head. “C’mon, let’s finished up your walk.”
For the next two days, Fanny was a perfect angel.
You would walk her in the mornings, at midday, in the afternoon, and once more at night.
Each time, you would take her back to Yelena’s apartment and marvel at the little home the young woman had made for herself.
Yelena’s apartment was sparsely decorated but warm.
Dark red furniture rested on hardwood floors, which looked in need of refurbishing and surrounded an ornately detailed rug.
A few neglected house plants dotted the windowsill and were tucked into dusty corners.
Ferns in the kitchenette that, you imagined, was once full of green leaves long since dried into a terrible, motley brown.
The kitchenette was also sparse, not that you snooped.
Well, you did but…you just needed water on the third day, for the plants.
There was hardly anything in Yelena’s fridge or food in her cabinets.
You resorted to tap water, poured it carefully out of a measuring cup and into the plant pots.
So, along with taking care of Fanny, you began to take care of Yelena’s fauna.
You thought you were a little late on that front, that Yelena would be back the next day and your idle watering would do nothing.
But then, Yelena didn’t come back.
You texted her late in the next evening, worried.
Sat on her couch, with Fanny resting her head on your lap, you waited to hear from the Russian blonde.
At some point you fell asleep and, at some other point, you resigned to your new role as Fanny’s (and the plant’s) extended caretaker.
You stayed over at her place most nights, worried that Fanny may realize her missing momma.
In that time, you also grew to know Yelena, in a way.
You had a feeling her favorite color was yellow, based on the decor in her bedroom; that she liked poetry; that she, seemingly, didn’t have much family.
Walking the dog and watering the plants became fixtures in your life for the next week.
You went to the police station to file a missing person report, but they had no file or record of any Yelena Belova.
At the start of the second week, you began to research what else you could do, how else you could try to locate her.
When you hit a wall and your gut grew too heavy with dread, you pulled away from your computer.
To distract yourself, you walked over to the plants, checked the soil, smiled, bittersweetly at the newly green leaves.
Just as you brushed your fingertips along the edges of the ferns, the front door of Yelena’s apartment burst open.
You yelped and jumped around to stare at the intruder.
Fanny barked but suddenly stopped.
You understood why for, when your eyes landed on a haggard-looking Yelena, you felt your own jaw go slack.
“I’m home.”
Fanny darted towards her, knocking the blonde to the ground.
“Hey girl, hey,” she said, wincing as her furry companion stepped on her legs and torso.
Wordlessly, you walked towards the reunited unit and tried to coax Fanny away so Yelena could stand.
“Thanks,” the blonde said, barely looking up at you.
Again wordlessly, you reached down a hand towards her.
Yelena took it and you helped her to her feet.
It was then she met your eyes.
Purple and angry, a bruise painted the side of her face.
You gasped but the surprise of splotch did nothing to dull the shock of relief that raced through you.
You reached out to hug her, but your lips knocked against her as you did in a terrible, teeth-knocking excuse of a kiss.
“Oh, sorry!” you exclaimed, immediately stepping back.
Yet, Yelena had other plans, her hands reached out for you, your hips pulled you back to her.
The next time your lips met was softer, slower, with no knocking.
Your hands curled into fists, gripping the material of her thick jacket.
When she pulled away, Yelena sighed, “I’m sorry I took so long.”
“Getting back or kissing me?”
“Both.”
Yelena didn’t lie to you then, about what it was that she did as a ‘job’.
And she apologized for lying before.
“Telling people that I…it’s…does it change…things? Change…”
“This?” You asked, gesturing at yourself then at Yelena, “no, not really. I’d still like to know you, help you figure a way out.”
“Y/N, a way out is dangerous, not possible, not really.”
“But you said you broke free before, with the help of your sister.”
Yelena’s sad eyes brightened and a smile, small but there, spread along her lips.
“I can help, like how I helped with your plants. Alright?”
“Alright.”
Then was the start of a new sort of life.
Life became softer but sharped all at once.
Yelena would take you out on dates to expensive places, places that never seemed to fit quite right with the two of you (except for on special occasions).
Most of the time, you would research a new dive in some downtown area that you and Yelena could waste together in over dinner.
“See, better than the snails, right?”
“I still don’t understand why someone would want to eat a snail.”
You laughed, but not at her sincerity.
That was one of the many things you loved about Yelena,
she was always honest.
You surmised that was why she was the first to say it.
One a nightly walk to the park, with Fanny trailing alongside, Yelena pulled you over to the bench you both sat on the day you met.
“Why are we stopping? It’s a bit chilly out.”
“I could give you my coat, if you want.”
“Don’t be silly,” you pressed, “then you’ll freeze.”
“I want to keep you warm,” she said, her free hand reaching up to cup your face.
The fabric of her glove scratched lightly at the skin of your cheek, but it felt like home nonetheless.
You looked into her eyes and saw only sincerity.
“I love you,” she murmured, her voice nearly hidden in the Autumn breeze.
“I love you too.”
Walking Fanny together through the park, to the place where you met became a tradition after that, nightly little escapes into each other.
Though, due to her line of work, things weren’t always so great.
Sometimes, all you had was Fanny’s company and the silent rustling of the plants in Yelena’s apartment when she was away.
Seeing her with bruises never got easy,
nor did missing her.
But she always came back to you.
Spending the night over at Yelena’s also became a tradition,
more like a habit that you couldn’t break.
A habit that you didn’t want to break.
You would end the night tangled in her embrace and wake up the same way, with kisses being pressed to your neck, your collar, your jaw.
“Morning.”
And what a good morning it would be.
It always was
for despite the wildness of Yelena’s life, the danger, it was Yelena’s.
Pairing:Natasha/Reader Summary: Realizing that while Natasha spent many hours at your place, and knew much of your secrets, you didn’t even know where she lived. A fight about trusts breaks out and you aren’t sure how you’ll be able to fix what you have. Word Count:1446 Warnings: Angst, arguing, swear words A/N: This is my entry to @startrekkingaroundasgard birthday writing challenge! I am honestly surprised I got it written so fast and I do promise that my original idea was fluffy but then I thought of this so this is what you get.. My prompt was Key! Hope you enjoy!
“Is there a reason we never go to your place?” You asked while your head was resting on Natasha’s chest, fingers tracing light patterns on her forearms.
“I just like your apartment, it’s feel cozy, like home.” Natasha told you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
“I mean I do pride myself on a cozy home but I am sure your apartments much nicer than mine.” You pointed out. In that moment, it hit you that not only did she only ever come to your apartment, but you hadn’t even been to hers once. You had another realization, “I don’t even know where you live.”
“Side effect of being a spy.” Natasha shrugged, as if it wasn’t really a big deal. Maybe it wasn’t, but for whatever reason it suddenly felt like one.
“Nat, I am also a spy. Why do you get to know where I live, but I don’t know where you live?” You found yourself getting a bit irritated the more she brushed it off.
Summary: Your sketchbook is filled with versions of Natasha through your eyes.
A/N: An idea for a drabble that I had while bored at a party. Nothing serious, kinda different, hope it’s still good. Yes, I am procrastinating on my requests with this story :).
You first saw her in a park. Her black leather jacket and red hair stood out to you on the sunny day, she had a coffee cup in hand, sitting on a bench and looking gloomy. She was enticing.
You couldn’t help yourself as you looked at her, the scratching of your pen against the paper started almost involuntarily. You knew who she was, from a few scattered pieces of news about the city’s heroes. Today she looked nothing like it.
The few wisps of hair that broke free from her braid turned into delicate strokes of your pen. Her profile was easy to draw, the turn of her eyebrows and shape of her lips was almost natural to your fingers.
She felt your lingering gaze on her, moving her eyes to you with a daring look to chase you away. It did the opposite, you put on a sheepish smile and walked up to her.
The sketchbook in your sweaty hands caught her attention as you walked closer, she lifted an inquiring eyebrow when your feet came to a stop in front of her.
“I’m sorry, but you are inspiring.” You stated. The weight of her gaze wasn’t unpleasant, but it made you avert your eyes.
She digested your words for a few seconds, her lips parted. “May I see?”
You expected Natasha Romanoff to sound much more confident. You loved the tone of her voice.
There was a respectable distance between both of you as you sat down beside her. You handed her the sketchbook, she looked through the pages until an unfinished portrait of her appeared. The lines copied her features to perfection, making her frown when she saw the gentleness of her own eyes.
“You make a different version of me.” Natasha mused to herself, not taking her eyes off of the drawing. Her lips were pursed in a half-smile.
“I only draw what I see.” Your voice was quiet, your cheeks felt warm. She was much more captivating up close.
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You’ve known Natasha for about four months. By now, your sketchbook was filled with strokes of ink that formed many different versions of her. Your favorites were the ones where she was distracted; in her own world, she looked the most natural. Drawings of her watching TV, reading a book, brewing coffee, and watering your plants. In each drawing, she was more beautiful than the last. And with each empty page you started to fill, you fell more in love.
Today, you opened the door of your small apartment to her. The image of her standing at the entrance of your home, with her hands in the pockets of her pants and a tiny smirk, was becoming familiar. You felt her nervous excitement immediately, opening your arms to her with the bit of reassurance she needed.
Natasha felt warm against you, her hold was always strong. She always gripped onto you as if it would be the last time.
“Thank you for having me.” Her voice gave away the impression that she thought of herself as a chore you had to do. Her eyes roamed around your home, her steps inside were slow and careful.
“It’s a pleasure, Nat.” She was a privilege, you tried to make her see that.
The nickname raised goosebumps on Natasha’s skin, reminding her why she came. She turned around to you and the words she rehearsed earlier died on her lips as you caught her hand.
“I bought a new one.” You dragged her towards your balcony, glancing back with a proud smile that had Natasha’s heartbeat quickening.
You squeezed her hand, coming to a stop near the many plants you took care of. A smaller one held your gaze, the bright green of the little succulent plant let everyone know it was happy in its new home.
Natasha smiled, touching one leaf with a careful finger. “It’s beautiful.”
Her voice held a tight tone that had you frowning, but you brushed it off. “I need to move it to a bigger pot though, will you help?”
Natasha was happy to agree, she loved how you taught her to appreciate smaller details in life. You both worked wordlessly moving the little plant. You grabbed the pot, and Natasha adjusted the new soil. She took it upon herself to put it in place, being overly careful in holding the plant as she moved it from one pot to another.
Your smile was dazed, she was always enticing. Leaning back on the railing, you couldn’t help yourself from taking the sketchbook from your back pocket and tracing a loose sketch of the scene. The way Natasha was pursing her lips in concentration, holding the plant as if it was the most precious yet fragile thing in the world; it was too good not to draw.
She could always feel when your eyes lingered on her for too long, Natasha felt herself blushing. She put down the plant, that was now comfortable in its new, bigger pot. “Why do you draw me so much?” Her words came but she was unable to look up at you.
“I told you already, you are inspiring.” You kneeled beside her on the floor of your balcony, feeling grains of soil beneath your knees.
Natasha saw her vision get blurry, the leaves of the plants in front of her starting to mold together. If you were to leave, let it be now. It would hurt less. She sucked in a breath, playing the words in her head. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew me.”
She turned around and forced her eyes to meet yours, pursing her lips in a tight smile. “There’s something I need you to know.” She whispered.
“I’ve seen it.” You said with ease, seemingly reading her mind and making the burden feel light. Not long ago Natasha leaked various files of a corrupt organization, alongside those, her own files were released as well. Tales of her past, of the things she’d done and people she’d killed.
Natasha gulped, feeling small under your gaze. Her throat closed tightly. “I’m not pretty.” A tear run down her nose when she averted her eyes. “You shouldn’t put that on paper.”
Your fingers threaded gently through the red waves of her hair, you pulled her to your chest, kissing the crown of her head. She nuzzled your neck, her arm came around your waist with a strong grip that was almost bruising.
“Will you leave?” Her voice was muffled against you, her tears felt warm on your skin. You squeezed her shoulders at the same time her words gripped your heart. You kissed her hair, feeling your eyes sting because Natasha didn’t know any better. For her, an act of love only meant pain afterward.
You pulled away, gentle thumbs wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks. “Never.”
Natasha closed her eyes at your voice, her hands clutching the fabric of your shirt. A shaky breath of relief came from her.
“I only draw what I see, Nat. When I look at you, I only see beauty.” You opened your sketchbook, taking her hand in yours and closing it around your small collection of memories on paper. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.” You traced her jaw and the outline of her lower lip before looking down at your most recent drawing of her.
Natasha leaned onto your touch, following your gaze to the sketchbook in her hands. The lines were a bit messy and rough, but her features were light and gentle; the look in her eyes was one she’d never seen before, and the flowing of her hair was perfect on the stroke of your pen.
Placing a kiss on the palm of your hand, Natasha realized that the drawing of the woman holding a small plant in her hands didn’t look so foreign to her anymore. Slowly, your version of her was becoming the one she recognized the most.
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“Yes! Right there!” The blonde moaned as her grip on your hair tightened, bucking her hips into you face.
You curled your fingers inside of her, perfectly hitting that spot that makes her feral while simultaneously sucking her swollen clit.
The woman who’s name is Natasha threw one leg over your shoulder to get a better angle.
“Did I make you this wet?” You mumbled against her cunt, the vibrations bringing her more pleasure.
“Only you.” She breathlessly moaned, feeling her climax approaching.
You reached up with your free hand to toy with her pink nipples. Your lover’s eyes rolling back at the overwhelming sensation.
“I’m-” A scream bubbled out her throat as her arousal dropped down your lips and chin. The sweat on her body making her look even more desirable.
Once her high has subsided, you sensually kissed up her body, leaving purple marks.
You reached her face and kissed her plump lips. A hand held your neck in place, continuing the kiss until you couldn’t.
“I must leave.” You whispered, not wanting to leave the beautiful woman.
“Kingdom duties?” The blonde joked, you could only nod in response.
“Will I see you again?” She questioned, subtle tears appearing in her eyes. You gave her a sad smile.
“I don’t know.” You pushed the loose strands of hair out of her face. Natasha’s arms wrapped around your neck, pulling your face into her cleavage.
“Well then make it up to me.” She mewled out as you gently bit her nipple.
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“She must marry someone, Tony! This kingdom needs another ruler by Y/n’s side. Not to mention, we need a heir.” Steve yelled at Tony, face turning red.
Your advisors all sat around your chair, as you rubbed your head, feeling a migraine forming.
“Y/n is young and one of the best rulers our kingdom has had in ages! Let her live a little.” Tony shouted back, annoyed at his beliefs.
“Silence!” You intervened, becoming agitated as the second tick.
“I will marry when I think I should marry. This is not your decision to make.” You looked around the room, not one person meeting your eyes.
“We’re done here.” You said, watching everyone bow down before leaving.
Closing your eyes, you wondered how on earth your father put up with them.
Your silence only lasted a couple minutes before a servant let himself in.
“My Queen, A lady by the name of Natasha is begging to speak to you. Shall I send her away?” He mumbled, eyes widening as your neck snapped to face him.
“Is she still here?” You asked, receiving a nod in response.
“Go fetch for her, quickly.” You ordered the man, seeing him scurry out the room.
A few minutes go by before the double doors open and walks in your latest lover.
“Leave us.” You told the servant and guards in the room. They all filed out the room. A silence took over the large room.
“What brings you here, Natasha?” You curiously asked the blonde who only stared at you emotionless.
“I want you to know that i’m not a whore and I don’t expect anything from you.” Natasha spoke bluntly, cashing your eyes to widen at her tone.
“What are you talking about?” You stood up from your throne.
“I believe i’m expecting your child.” She told you, your mouth opened in shock as you quickly sat back down.
“What- Are you sure?” You questioned the woman.
“Not 100%, but I do think so. You’re the only person I have ever layed with and I have not bled in three months.” Natasha explained as she slowly walked up to you.
In a flash, you were dragging her down the halls in a hurry. The short woman having trouble keeping up with your long strides.
“What are you doing- Let go!” She exclaimed, failing to get out of your grip.
Busting down the doors to the doctors office, you pulled Natasha in before slamming the doors shut.
“What is the meaning of this!” Doctor Cho asked, getting over the fright of people barging in.
“Check for a child.” You ordered, watching Cho’s eyes widen, before spring into action.
Cho set up a table and gently had Natasha sit on it.
“I am going to run a blood and urine test.” Cho explained as you stood in the corner, not knowing what to do.
Natasha looked at you in hesitation, causing you to cross the room and hold her hand in reassurance.
Once all the test were complete, you now had to wait a couple minutes for Cho to analyze the tests.
“Why didn’t you come sooner?” You asked Natasha, rubbing your thumb over her hand.
“I wasn’t sure if I was pregnant or how you would react.” Natasha responded, her green eyes filled with tears. You brushed them away and kissed her forehead.
“I’m here now.” You mumbled against her hair.
Just then, the door slammed open and your advisors spilled in.
“Is it true?!” Wanda happily exclaimed, running towards you for answers.
“It better not be or so help me God.” Steve hissed out as he paced the room.
“Didn’t you want a heir?” Tony side eyed Steve as they began bickering.
“I wanted a marriage first!” Steve threw his arms in the air as Tony mocked him.
“How did you all find out?” You questioned in annoyance, noticing the number of people caused Natasha to hide her face in your neck.
“The servant told us.” Thor happily sighed out.
“A child is a blessing, My Queen.” Thor informed you as he let out a belly laugh.
“I have the result- woah.” Cho walked in from the back room, seemingly shocked at the full room.
“Natasha, Y/n. You are pregnant.” At the news, you both gasped. The room filled with cheers and hugs.
“What are we going to do?” Natasha looked up to you.
“You two will get married before the public finds out that you are expecting.” Nick, your oldest advisor butted in.
“Don’t look at me like that. You should’ve used protection.” Nick told you, causing you to roll your eyes.
“He’s right. If the kingdom found out i’m expecting our first child without being married, the surrounding kingdoms will throw a fit. They will see me as irresponsible and unfit to rule, the alliance will be in jeopardy.” You softly told the blonde.
“Huh, I’ve always wanted to be a princess, but a queen will have to do.” Natasha shyly joked, bringing your hand to rest on her stomach.
“Long live the queen.” Everyone in the room excitedly chanted.
“Stay away from her.” A raspy voice broke the tense atmosphere in the kitchen. Wanda stilled, jaw clenching at threat, before resuming her cooking.
“I’ll stay away only when she tells me to, not you.”Wanda calmly responded, moving onto cutting the vegetables. Natasha watched the other redhead cook from across the room. Green eyes judging every movement.
“Y/n is mine, and i’ll be damned if some newbie thinks she can take her from me.” Natasha hissed out, approaching Wanda with every word until they were face to face.
“Do you feel threatened by me, Romanoff?” Wanda smugly asked the Russian. Placing the knife down, she looked Natasha up and down.
“Oh please” Natasha sarcastically snorted, “Don’t flatter yourself. In a week or two, Y/n will forget all about you.” She smiled
“Didn’t seem like it when she was between my thighs.” Wanda shot back, awaiting her reaction.
Natasha shoved Wanda back into the counter and reached for the knife. Before anything could further escalate, you walked in.
“Hey girls.” You greeted your favorite red heads, completely oblivious to what’s happening.
At the sound of your voice, both girls eyes went wide as they pushed each other off and leaned against the counter.
“Hi y/n.” Both girls simultaneously greeted you, causing them to glare at each other.
“I was thinking of having a movie night. You two want to join?” You asked while rummaging through the cupboards for snacks. With your back turned away from the avengers, Natasha threateningly ran her finger across her throat, but Wanda only tilted her head in response.
“Of course!”
“I’d love to.”
“Great. Meet me in my room at 7.” And with that, you walked out the kitchen.
Silence took over the room, before Natasha dashed out the kitchen.
Spooked and curious by the sudden movements, Wanda tried catching the red heads thoughts.
‘Need to find something sexy.’
“Oh that whore.” Wanda seethed in annoyance before running to her room to do the same.
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Hours later you find yourself squished in between two barely clothed redheads fighting over what to watch.
“I want to watch something funny.” Natasha begged as Wanda crossed her arms.
As their bickering continued, your temper began to rise at their behavior.
“Enough!” You raised your voice. Both girls widened their eyes at your tone. “We’ll watch a rom-com okay? Stop acting like fucking brats.” A whimper echoed through the room, causing you to freeze.
Natasha was subtly rubbing her thighs together as Wanda bit her lip, not wanting any more noises to escape.
Feeling desperate, Wanda gazed into Natasha’s eyes and created a mind link.
‘Truce?’ Wanda asked the Russian through her mind.
‘Truce.’ Natasha responded back and rolled onto your left thigh. Wanda soon followed and straddled your right thigh.
You just stared in shock, staring at the beautiful red heads only now realizing they aren’t wearing shorts under yourT-Shirt. You could feel their wet heat occasionally graze against your thigh.
“Snap out of it Y/n.” Wanda whined, wanting your attention on her.
“Play with us.” Natasha pleaded with those doe-eyes of hers.
Wanda dragged one of your hands onto her hip and forced your hand to squeeze her curves. Natasha placed your other hand onto her bare thigh.
“Please daddy.” Wanda whispered, the title snapping you out of the trance.
“You both have been bad girls.” You berated them, their heads lowering.
“You know what happens to bad girls?” You asked while running your hand down their soft and warm bodies. Goosebumps being left in your trail.
“They get punished.” Natasha whimpered out in excitement and fear, having already faced your punishments before.
Wanda only bit her lip at Natasha’s reaction, wondering how cruel you can be.
“That’s right, sweetheart. They get punished.” You sternly let out.
“Get off and lay down. Face down and ass up. I don’t want to hear a peep.” Your hand came down hard on both their asses, both of them letting out squeaks and hurrying off.
“Don’t think you’re walking out this room without a limp.” You told the redheads, admiring their lingerie clad asses.
You stood behind the women and pulled their underwear to the side.
“Look at how soaked you two are.” You gasped in awe, using their slick to rub their swollen bundle of nerves.
Wanda bit the pillow to hide the moan that threatened to escape her plump lips. This only being the second time anyones ever touched her this way.
Natasha softly grunted at your teasing touches, fighting back the urge to roll her hips back onto you.
“Wands? Lay on your back underneath Nat.” You ordered her, Wanda quickly switching positions.
“You know what to do Nat.” Slapping her ass as an initiative, Natasha started going down on Wanda.
“Oh god.” Wanda whimpered as Natasha sucked on her clit.
While the redheads were preoccupied, you unzipped your pants and pulled them mid thigh, along with your underwear. Collecting the arousal from Natasha, you used it to lube up the fake cock.
With no warning, you thrusted the strap into Natasha’s awaiting heat.
“Daddy!” Natasha screamed at the sudden pleasure invading her every sense. The vibrations of her talking brought Wanda more pleasure.
“Shh it’s okay. You’re okay.” You reassured her as you sped up your thrusts. The wet squelching being music to you ears. A particular thrust has her gripping the sheets as she paused her actions to take a breath.
“Nat please.” Wanda mewled, her hands pulling Natasha’s head back to where she needed her the most.
Natasha licked up her slit, her nose sometimes bumping into her sensitive clit. Feeling her hands tighten in her hair, she knew Wanda was close.
And fuck, so was she.
Your hands were surely creating bruises on her hips, your brutal pace making her believe she’ll feel you for days.
“I’m close.” Natasha moaned out, the clapping of her ass meeting your hips making her drool.
“Me too.” Wanda groaned out in pleasure. The tight coil in her stomach begging to be released.
Hearing their words, you quickly pulled out of the red head. You grabbed ahold of Natasha’s hair and pulled her away from Wanda’s needy pussy.
“No, no ,no.” Wanda cried out, her high just around the corner.
Natasha’s tear stained face almost made you regret pulling out.
Almost.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” You mumbled against Natasha’s neck, making sure Wanda heard.
Putting the strap back into your pants, you zipped them back up and started walking towards the door.
“If you touch yourself or each other i’ll make sure you don’t cum for a month. Understood?”
Both girls nodded with tears falling down their face.
“Ohmygosh.” You breathlessly whispered as you stared at your wife walking around the kitchen. You were seated on the couch with Wanda and Steve, giving you a clear view of the kitchen.
“Huh?” Wanda replied, breaking her gaze from her book and onto you. She became even more confused seeing you so flabbergasted.
“Hello?” The witch resorted to sticking her finger in your mouth, causing you to dramatically gag and push her away.
“Natasha walks like a penguin.” You finally spit out, a grin forming on your face. Wanda looked towards her direction and giggled.
The Black Widow was waddling.
Natasha officially became seven months pregnant last week. Between her raging hormones and insane cravings, you were feeling bittersweet that there was only two months left.
Steve immediately scrambled to grab his phone and try to record her little waddles.
Keyword. Tried.
“Wanda where’s the camera app?” Steve shoved her book out of her lap and replaced it with his phone.
“It’s right there Steve.” Wanda tapped on the app and pressed record.
Steve quickly pointed his phone towards the redhead and laughed out loud when he realized Natasha was trying to reach for something in the cupboards.
You got up and walked towards the kitchen.
“Whatcha doing?” You sounded out the ‘g’ and leaned against the wall.
“Help me, you tall jackass.” Natasha grunted, on her tippy toes and reaching as high as she can.
Pushing yourself off the wall, you spun your wife around and easily lifted her on the countertops. Her legs were swinging back and forth as she waited. You grabbed the pop tarts and handed them to her.
She grabbed your collar and pulled you in, giving you a thank you kiss. You wrapped your arms around her and leaned on her, choosing to stay with her while she munched on her snack.
“Steve was recording you earlier.” You mumbled into the crook of her neck. Her swinging stopped for a second and then resumed.
“Why’s that?” Natasha’s tone should’ve set you off, but you didn’t care with the way she was scratching the back of your neck. You were content feeling the baby occasionally kick against you.
“Cuz you were waddling.”
Her green eyes hardened as she started down Steve.
Feeling someone stare at him, Steve paused his actions. He was trying to send the video to Tony, but couldn’t find the app.
He looked up and gulped when he caught the eyes of the redhead. Steve looked at Wanda for help, but she was too engrossed in her book. Fearing the worst, Steve gasped and ran out the living room. No doubt heading towards Bucky’s room.
“I still got it.” Natasha smiled and went back to eating.
“Five years ago we lost to Thanos. We lost our friends and family.” Steve spoke to the group surrounding him.
“We won’t lose again.”
Once Steve finished his speech, you left the meeting room and headed to your room.
Thanos would be here any minute, and you’d make sure he paid for what happened on Vormir.
Looking around the room, you could still smell her perfume floating around the room. Soon enough, her scent would be gone and you’d be left with nothing but memories.
The power coursing through your veins was ready to burst, wanting nothing more than to kill the purple giant.
If Thanos had never snapped his fingers, Natasha wouldn’t have had to jump off a cliff to get a stupid stone. You closer your eyes to stop those thoughts.
“He is here.” A voice announced through the intercom, making you freeze. Taking a deep breath, you let your powers engulf you as you ran out your room in search of the titan.
You met up with Steve, Tony, and Thor outside. Opposite of you was Thanos, who was calmly sitting down.
“I showed your planet mercy and let half of you live. I won’t make that mistake again.” Thanos mumbled out, before standing up.
“Where are the stones?” He asked us as he slowly began approaching us.
“Far away from you.” Thor responded before his eyes lit up and strikes him with the hammer.
Tony blasted him and as soon as he stood up, Steve threw his shield at his head.
You desperately wanted the giant to face your justice, but you weren’t willing to risk losing again. Instead you fought off his army of aliens.
Clint appeared from the compound with the glove in his hand, causing your eyes to widen. Thanos took notice and fought his was to Clint.
“You idiot!” You hissed as you ran towards the archer that was now being chased.
“SORRY” Clint screamed before getting tackled by the creatures.
Quickly shooting off the aliens with your heat vision, you watched as they scorched. Running to Clint, you took the glove and ran away from the fight.
But you were too late, as Thanos body slammed you into the ground. The glove skidding across the ground. The force of the impact dazed you as you tried to get up, but stumbled.
Thanos slipped the glove on his hand as you weakly sat up.
“I was told you were stronger.” He grinned at you and lifted his hand.
“I am inevitable.” Snap
Everyone in ear shot froze as they waited for what was to come, but nothing did. He looked at the glove and only then noticed the stones were missing.
The power surging through your arm and into your shoulder was unbearable, but you pushed through it.
“We win.” You weakly grinned back, then snapped your fingers.
Your vision went white for a few seconds while the muffled sounds of your name were being screamed. You dragged yourself to the nearest piece of junk and leaned on it. Thoughts of Natasha flooded your mind and you hoped she knows we won.
The sound of people quickly approaching you brought you out of your daze.
“Oh god please be okay.” Wanda mumbled as she fell to her knees next to your dying body. Tears were rapidly painting her cheeks. She sat next to you and hugged your un-injured arm.
“Don’t cry.” You whispered to the girl.
“Scan vitals.” You heard Tony talk to the A.I and you knew you weren’t making it out alive.
“Why did it have to be you? Damn it Y/n, We could have found another way!” Clint screamed as he leaned his forehead against yours.
“Whatever it takes.” You coughed out, your body getting weaker and weaker by the second.
“Rest.” Wanda cried into your shoulder, hearing your thoughts slowly come to a stop. Clint fell to his knees as he mourned the loss of two of his best friends.
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As soon as you closed your eyes, they were quickly opening. You could feel the sand beneath your body, the sound of waves crashing against each other, and the heat of the sun.
“Where am I?” You stood up quickly. Weren’t you just surrounded by your teammates?
“You’re home.” A voice coming from behind you answered your question. Spinning around, you were met with the love of your life.
“Red?” You gasped out, quickly running to her. Natasha ran towards you as well as she jumped into your arms, her legs wrapping around your waist as her arms wrapped around your neck.
“I’ve missed you so much Nat.” You stared at every detail on her face, feeling like you haven’t seen it in years.
“Me too.” Natasha responded with tears falling from her eyes.
“Did we win?” She asked with that hopeful gleam in her eyes.
A/N: Here’s me writing fanfic instead of writing my essay lmao also this is part of the “the first touch” world/universe? idk
“It is freezing!” The blonde exclaimed with wide eyes while trudging across the snow. You snorted at her as she continued to whine about the temperature.
What was supposed to be a simple missing turned disastrous when the base was full of hydra agents.
Like military level full.
Quickly running out of the base, Yelena hijacked a car and sped off. But of course, she was swerving and randomly pressing on the breaks.
She forgot to mention what a shit driver she was.
She somehow managed to flip the car.
The radio was still playing, cutting the thick silence as you were now upside down.
“Get out.”
She scurried out what was left of the door.
Which leads you to where you are now.
In the middle of a snowstorm. Great.
“Aren’t you Russian?” You questioned Yelena.
“I still get cold.” She fought back.
“We could have been in a heated car right now, but no. Someone just had to crash.” You sassily responded, spotting the safe house in the distance.
“I swear I saw a deer!” She desperately tried defending herself.
“Do you even have a license?” You asked her.
“Uh” She fumbled over her words. Yelena decided to stay quiet after that.
Quickly marching up the steps of the safe house, you picked the lock and entered. Looking around for any infiltrators or cameras, you spotted none and finally relaxed.
“I’ll start the fire.” You told Yelena, who flopped onto the couch. Giving you a thumbs up in response, you got to work.
After starting the fire, you sat on the couch next to her and closed you eyes. The weight of the day finally dragging you down. Slowly but surely you slumped down.
You head ended up on Yelena’s shoulder. At the contact, Yelena froze. Slowly turning her head, she stared at you limp form.
Her heart began racing as she admired every detail on you relaxed face.
No one has ever trusted her enough to sleep in the same room as her.
Gaining some courage, she gently placed her head onto yours and waited.
Waited for the smallest reaction that you would wake up. But you didn’t.
Yelena felt warm inside at the contact between you two. It all felt so intimate and she was loving every second of it. Soon enough, the Russian fell asleep with a small smile on her face.
Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader
Ok so i didn’t know if i should put bachelor or bachelorette so change it to what you prefer :)
“LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!” A booming voice rang out through the strip club as the group walked in.
Wanda was out with the girls celebrating her bachelorette party.
You couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s excitement. Thor waved over a bar tender and ordered a round of shots.
“We are here to celebrate Y/n’s last day of freedom!” Tony joked, earning multiple laughs.
Once the shots made its way to the table, everyone grabbed one and began to cheer.
“I just want to say, it’s been amazing watching your relationship with Wanda grow. And now look at you, one day away from marrying her!” Clint sputtered out, blinking away the tears.
You smiled at the emotional man, knowing why he is so emotional. He will be walking Wanda down the aisle.
“Cheers to Y/n.” Steve exclaimed.
With the help of the Asgardian alcohol, everyone was shit faced.
The music was blasting in your ears as the strippers were dancing on everyone.
Poor Steve had to hide behind Bucky when a lady tried giving him a lap dance.
Sam stumbled through the crowd and leaned on you.
“Oh Y/n! We have one last surprise for you!” He drunkenly told you.
“Oh yeah?” You replied back
“Mhmmm. Go down the hallway and into the second door.” Sam then pushed himself off you and made his way to another women.
“Second door. Second door. Second do- Aha! Found you” You whispered to yourself and turned the door knob. You walked in and turned around to close the door.
You were immediately hit with a familiar perfume.
What?
Is that-
“Hey sweetheart.” A sultry voice was heard from behind you.
You spun on your heels and gasped.
There laid Natasha in a red lingerie with Louis Vuitton heels.
The sight sobered you up real quick.
“W-what are you doing here?.” You stuttered out, trying to keep your eyes from wandering.
“The boys asked me to give you a lap dance.” She got onto her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed.
Once she was there, she was able to reach out and grab the collar of your black button up shirt.
“But I thought, why stop there?” She faked a pout and dragged her manicured nails down the length of your arms.
It was getting increasingly hard to breathe as the room felt like it was heating up.
In a quick motion, the sneaky spy pushed you onto the bed and straddled your lap.
Due to the alcohol still running through your veins, your face accidentally made its way into her barely covered breast.
Your hands instinctively landed on her hips as you pulled away from her chest.
“Nat I- we shouldn’t.”
Her pout once again made its way onto her lips.
“C’mon y/nn! It’ll be like old times.” Her dilated eyes stared into yours as you slowly began to break.
Natasha noticed that you were still hesitant and slowly began to grind into you.
“You haven’t been paying attention to me.” A soft moan left her lips as your hands made their way to her ass.
“I miss you daddy”
And with that, you flipped the position and brought her into a harsh kiss.
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“Do you Wanda Maximoff, take Y/n Y/ln to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?“
“I do.” Wanda gleefully responded.
“Do you Y/n Y/ln, take Wanda Maximoff to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”
For a split second, you made eye contact with Natasha before you took a deep breath and smiled.
For the first time in a while, Yelena was left stunned. Her eyes were wide, lips were parted, and legs were frozen.
The blonde ignored her sister and finally got the courage to walk up to you. But when she was a foot away from you, she froze again.
So many pockets.
There you were, minding your own business.
Wearing a vest.
But no no.
Not just a vest.
It had to have been the most beautiful vest she has ever laid her eyes on.
“What is wrong with you?!” Natasha hissed out as she dragged Yelena away from the common room and into her new room.
While being dragged away, her eyes never left your figure.
She was absolutely amazed.
“She had on a vest.” Yelena muttered out after a while.
Natasha was baffled.
“So do you?” She said, not understanding what was going though the blondes head.
“ You don’t understand. That was the best vest I have ever seen! It makes mine look like shit.” Her Russian accent got stronger and stronger by the second. She threw her hands in the air and began pacing around the room.
“There were so many pockets!” Yelena exclaimed.
Natasha just watched her sister obsess over your vest for a good hour, not knowing what to say or do.
Suddenly, Yelena faced Natasha with a determined face and whispered.
“я получу ее жилет”
Natashas eyes widened.
“Yelena no!”
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You were in the kitchen making pancakes and blasting music.
But you halted your movement when you heard a creak.
Coming from above you…
You slowly looked up and caught Yelena’s eye through the vent. Her eyes were trained on your vest, not aware that you were looking at her.
“So… whatcha doing up there?” You asked the blonde.
Her eyes widened as she finally realized her cover was blown.
“Nothing!” She squeaked out before she crawled through the vents as fast as her little body could.
Thought not as stealthy as before.
Every move she made was loud before it faded away as she got farther.
You chuckled and began to flip your pancakes.
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A few weeks went by and you noticed that Yelena was constantly spying on you.
She was hiding in the vents, looking through windows, and hiding in the bushes when you went out for your daily run.
Hell, one time you saw the top of her head through the rear view mirror in your car.
She was hiding in the backseat for 5 hours!
You didn’t call her out though, not wanting it to be awkward.
So you would just “accidentally” drop snacks back there.
And pretend to not hear when she would mumble “tasty”.
But you did find something in common.
You were wearing your vest every time she would lurk on you.
So, in order to stop her from hiding under your bed, you did what had to be done.
After consulting with Natasha about what Yelena liked, you came to a conclusion.
She liked having lots of pockets.
So you ordered a few from different designers.
And by few, you meant at least 100.
Each vest was customized to fulfill her every need.
They had multiple pockets and came in different colors.
Now you just had to come up with a way to give her the gift.
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Yelena was walking around the compound when she noticed a dog.
And in it’s mouth was your vest.
Her heart began to beat faster.
This could be her only chance.
“Come here doggy.” She said, more like sang, to the dog and slowly walked towards it with open arms.
The dog looked at her curiously, before dashing out of there.
“NOO!” Yelena yelled out and ran after the dog.
It ran into a room and sat in the corner.
Yelena slowed her pace and crouched down.
“Listen here doggy, I just want the vest.” She talked to the dog as if it could understand her.
Before she could get any closer, a cough caught her attention.
A small yelp left her lips before hastily she stood up.
“Hi.” You smiled at her.
She’s beautiful.
“Uh hi” Yelena let out.
“So I noticed you like vest.”
“Yeah uh just a little bit.” She brought her hand to the back of her neck.
You hummed when she said a little bit.
“Well this package came in and it has a shit load amount of vest so I thought you might want it.” You explained the fake story.
Her eyes widened even more before she ripped the package open and dumped out all of its content.
She almost passed out.
It felt like she was in paradise.
“Pockets” She whispered out more to the vest in her hand than to you.
“I also kind of outgrew my old vest in case you wanted it?”
The dog walked up to you and dropped the vest. You scooped it up and tossed it to her.
“I- thank you.” She smiled at you.
“Yeah of course.” You ignored the way her smile sent butterflies down your stomach.
After a while of looking through the vest, you were called into a meeting.
You said your goodbyes and walked out.
Seconds later, Yelena peeked out the door and into the hall. When the coast was clear, she took off her vest and picked up yours.
She brought it to her nose and took a deep breath.
It smelt just like you.
She admired every single detail.
The awful sewing around the rips did bring a smile to her face.
Out of all the vest she received that day, yours was her favorite.
But the one thing she would constantly deny, was being touch starved.
But you knew she was. Her actions proved it.
The first time you touched her, she was holding back tears.
Walking down the busy streets of New York was always overwhelming. Cars were beeping and pedestrians were shouting.
But at least you weren’t alone. Yelena was accompanying you. Tony bribed you with a new suit if you bought him shawarma. Of course you couldn’t say no.
Overhearing the conversation, Yelena asked what shawarma was. With a pointed look from Stark, you were walking out the tower with a tiny russian assassin in tow.
Right when you guys were about to cross the street, a cab ran the red light and almost hit Yelena. But you quickly wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her back into you.
Yelena froze.
Not because she was almost hit, but because of how a warm feelings crept into her chest and was threatening to explode. Your arm tightened even more as you angrily yelled profanities at the driver. Your warmth almost made her melt against you.
And that terrified her.
Why weren’t her legs working? Why was she feeling so fuzzy? Why didn’t she want to move away from you?
Once she get out of her head, she quickly walked to the nearest shop. You followed her into the Starbucks and sat down. She must have had to use the restroom, you thought.
But once the bathroom door closed, she released a small whimper as her tears became present. She walked in front of the mirror and mimicked the same position you guys were in minutes ago.
She wrapped one arm around her waist tightly and closed her eyes. If she thought about it hard enough, Yelena could have felt your front being pressed against her back
She would never tell you, but she imagined it was your arm that was protectively holding her.
She dropped arm and wiped the remaining tears away. Taking a deep breath, she walked out the bathroom.
The first thing the blonde noticed, was you patiently sitting at one of the tables with two drinks in front of you.
“I remembered you saying something about wanting to try one of the refreshers sold here but I didn’t know what flavor so i’ll just let you pick which one you’d like.”
Once again, Yelena fought against the tears wanting to come out.
When you realized that she didn’t respond, you stopped your rambling and stared at her.
“Are you okay?”
And for the first time in her life, she genuinely felt good.
