Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Characters: Yelena Belova

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- I have been sick with COVID . But reading your stories has helped. Wondering if you could write a story about yelenax reader (romantic or platonic) where Yelena is worried as the reader is in the hospital sick.
Thanks! 

Word Count: 444

Author: Charlotte

“You can see her for a second, but she does need to rest.”

The nurse tried to speak calmly to Yelena, but she didn’t listen. All that Yelena cared about was getting into the room to see you, having already threatened to end the life of several medical professionals when they refused to let her see you earlier. She barged into the room rushing over to your hospital bed, not caring for anything that got into her way. 

She leant down towards you, clasping one of your hands in hers making sure to miss the cannula that was taped down to the reverse of that hand. 

“Are you okay?” Yelena asked. “They wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“Have you been causing trouble?” You said with a pained smile causing yourself to cough, sending pain through your body. 

You peered over to the nurse, whose face provided you more than enough information on how your girlfriend had reacted in you time since you’d been admitted to the hospital. 

“They claim I am not family, but they are able to be persuaded,” she frowned. “I wasn’t going to leave you in this place on your own, especially not without knowing what was going on.”

You mustered up as much energy as you could to squeeze Yelena’s hand to try and reassure her. 

“There’s not much to tell yet. They think that it’s to do with my lungs but until I can get in for a scan in the morning, they won’t know. They’ve started running tests so who knows what they’ll find.”

It was annoying to not know what was going on but you already had tubes and wires coming out of everywhere, so you had to trust your doctors and nurses in doing the best for you. 

“You were unconscious,” she huffed. “I thought you died.”

“I’m sorry that I scared you-“

“I wasn’t scared.”

Yelena cut you off to correct you, still not capable of accepting any form of weakness about her. 

“Sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I don’t know what happened but thank you for getting me to the hospital so quickly.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t going to just leave you on the floor.

You attempted to shoot Yelena an unimpressed look but the nasal cannula limited your ability to move your nose. 

“Well depending on what it is, I could have died, so I appreciate you saving me and also staying by my side.”

“I’m not going anywhere, no matter what those people say.”

The nurse in the doorway let out a sign, knowing that even if you were an easy patient, Yelena would make things difficult. 

afterwards : y.b

i really came back after a few months and decided pain, huh? but in honour of my love florence pugh’s bday - here’s a yelena piece

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yelena decides to go visit a place that brings her peace, only to find another there. (contains black widow and hawkeye spoilers) 1.1k

Leaning against the sink, Yelena blinks rapidly staring at her reflection. Immediately she notes the surroundings have changed, the wallpaper is different, the mirror she looks into differs entirely from mere seconds ago.

With a heavy sense of unease, she wanders out from the bathroom to see a family sitting there.

“Yelena,” The woman rises to her feet whilst her partner takes a hold of their child, backing away from the scene. “you’re back?”

“I, what’s happened?” Yelena manages to ask, bewildered by the reactions presented. “I just went in there and,” Trailing off, the woman helps her toward the couch and proceeds to explain what happened.

“And somehow, you, you’re back.” The woman chuckles in disbelief, sitting beside her old comrade after five years.

Nodding slowly, Yelena processes everything, feeling tears forming in her eyes at the realisation. “I, I have to find Natasha.” She quickly stands, her mind rushing with thoughts of her sister; her family. “Will you help me find her?”

“Of course.” The woman says, taking Yelena’s hand, squeezing it lightly.

*

It’d been a while since you’d visited. In truth, you were afraid to see it still standing there and facing the fact that she was really gone.

The look on Clint’s face when he returned alone, holding the stone in hand is one that haunts you. Hearing Natasha says with a smile ’see you in a minute’ with the hope that the plan would work still brings you to tears. Nothing’s the same, even if you were able to save everyone, you lost your best friend.

With a bunch of peonies clad in one hand, you approach the large tree and see the headstone beneath.

Bunches of flowers lay around the stone, her name embossed on the granite surface along with notes of adoration, thanks and appreciation. Most of the ink has run from the paper, now just a memory like Nat is.

“Hey, Nat,” You start, kneeling down to place the peonies in the centre of the pile, removing the withered ones aside. “of all the places, you really picked Ohio?” A chuckle sounds from you, picturing her smile at the thought, imagining her witty response. “Sorry it’s been a while, things haven’t exactly been the same since,” Trailing off, you stand back up, sensing someone else was with you.

Quickly, you turn around to see a blonde woman standing there, flowers in hand too as she stares right at you.

“Who’re you?” You’re the first to speak up, both of you keeping your ground and not daring to move first.

Few knew of Natasha’s final burial place, most left flowers near the Stark Tower.

“I could ask the same,” The blonde asks, her voice thick with a Russian accent. “why are you at Natasha’s grave?”

“What does it look like?” You quip, the tears you felt mere moments ago vanishing into anger. “I’m paying my respects for a friend, family even.” You tell the blonde, watching her shrug at your response. “And who are you to ask in the first place?”

Holding her hand up, you watch a look of realisation cross the woman’s face. “Holy Shit,” She starts. “you’re one of the Avengers aren’t you?” A laugh follows her question, one filled with sarcasm as opposed to excitement that usually follows with such.

“Yeah,” You tell her, sighing to yourself. “well, I was. I, I’m not really involved anymore.” Lowering your tone, you glance over to Natasha’s tone, seeing the words beneath her name. ’Daughter, Sister, Avenger.’

“I know who you are,” She states. “you’re Y/n. aren’t you?”

Nodding in response, the blonde steps closer. “Hold on,” You pause, paying closer attention to her. “no,” You mumble. “are you,”

The blonde raises a brow, noting the expression that mirrors the one she wore.

“Yelena?” Your voice almost cracks as Yelena’s expression changes from stubborn to sorrow. “Oh my god, you’re Nat’s sister.” A watery laugh sounds through your hands as you cover your mouth. “I, I can’t believe it.”

“You, you know who I am?” Yelena asks softly, a small frown playing on her lips.

“I, of course!” You admit. “Nat, she, she talked about you a lot. When we were on the run she told me about her sister, this amazing woman she’d turned into that she admired, and missed deeply.”

Without noticing, Yelena could feel tears fall down her cheeks.

“She really loved you, you know?” A sad smile etches itself on your face as Yelena nods to herself. “She’d be proud of you. Nat, she, she saved the world., for everyone.” Wiping away your own tears, Yelena sniffs loudly.

“I wish I got more time with her, you know?” Yelena painfully says. “You got to know her, she told me about you too. About her best friend, Y/n, the fighter with the gentle heart.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. Of course, that’s what Nat would label you as.

“She told me we’d get on,” Yelena adds, half smiling to you. “I just wish she was here to see it all.”

Turning around, you face the grave once more as Yelena stands by your side. “What happened to her, I don’t think any of us will ever fully heal from.” You mutter, lifting your head up to see Yelena beside you with her eyes focused on the fresh peonies you placed.

“Why did she do it?” Yelena asks, knowing there are few who know the details, the truth behind her sisters death. “Clint Barton should not have let it happen, I,”

“Hey,” You interrupt her. “Clint wanted to go, I, we’ll never know what happened fully, but Natasha sacrificed herself for everyone, for Clint to have his family back and for you to come home.”

After a long silence, Yelena eventually finds her voice. “I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Looking down, her fingers brush against yours lightly. “I know,” You whisper, hearing your words get lost into the breeze. “but Nat is looking over us, wherever she is.”

Yelena chuckles. “Oh, she is, probably drinking beer with that Tony Stark.”

“Sounds about right.” You add. “She’ll never be gone, not truly.”

Placing her flowers beside yours, Yelena returns to your side. “Thank you, Y/n.” She tells you. “I, I would like to hear more stories, if you have time?” Yelena asks apprehensively.

“We’re in Ohio, Yelena,” You remind her. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”

With a nod, the pair of you retreat from Natasha’s grave as the blossom on the tree blows down, clearing the last of the withered petals from her name.

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Dating Yelena Belova Would Include…

• You met Yelena after everything.
• 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.
• Yelena was yours and you were hers.

A Lesson - Yelena Belova

It’s Yelena’s kind-of-day-off, yet she always seems to find a way to weave her work into her free-time. Sometimes, like this time, it works out in your favor.

“Come back to bed.”

“Shush,” Yelena waved a dismissive hand at you, her back still turned to you and the bed. “I thought I heard something.”

With a defeated sigh, you fell back against your pillow to wait for her eventual return. Early rays of sunlight peeked through the window of the room the two of you rented out the night before and shone almost directly into your eyes. To escape it, you pressed your face into the pillow and turned away from the light. As you moved, you noted how the glow exposed the less-than-lovely water stains on the ceiling and the fine layer of dust that covered the small table in the corner of the room. At the sight, your nose scrunched up as if to block the threat of a sneeze.

Despite that, the room was not the worst place you and Yelena had been housed in. Though, you had stayed at farfiner establishments. At places where specks of dust were viewed as vermin to be exterminated. There were times where you missed the luxury that came with that level of care and cleanliness.

But you knew better than to ask for an upgrade. The first, and last, time you dared to question the quality of your and Yelena’s housing, Val shut you down with a mere glare. After that, you never even endeavored to ask whyyou stayed at a certain location. Granted, most of the time, the advantage was clear.

For instance, you once camped in the concrete skeleton of an abandoned apartment complex, situated across the street from Yelena’s mark. While you never quite grew used to the presence of rats, the target never saw the end coming. Yelena was able to watch him through the windows, stalking along the cement ridges and metal frames that would be deconstructed by a demolition crew soon after you left.

Then, there was the time you and Yelena slept in the silk sheets of a highrise suite. You don’t remember leaving that bed all too often during that mission. If you and Yelena did venture out beyond the edge of the California King mattress, it was to lounge on the balcony to listen and watch the life flowing through the city until sunset. Yelena always worked best in the dark.

There was no balcony at this motel, aside from the one that the stairs led up to reach the second level of rooms. You and Yelena were booked a room on the first floor, with a neighbor above you that insisted on stomping while they packed for their early morning departure. Even with one ear pressed against numerous layers of fabric, you could hear their thumping around.

“It’s probably the person upstairs,” you grumbled into the pillow.

Yelena shushed you again as she peeked inside the adjoining bathroom. A long, too quiet moment passed and you felt a shock of nerves settle in your stomach. Tentatively, you pushed yourself up and off of the bed. Fear guided your feet silently to the carpeted floor as you craned your neck to look for Yelena. It was tooquiet.

“Lena?” You called out softly, your voice cutting through the sudden quiet.

When you got no reply, you padded closer to the bathroom door. Your fingers curled tight into your palms, creating a pair of perfect fighting fists. Yelena had drilled you on the proper form in the past. To defend yourself, she had said; though, back then, you never imagined a time where she wouldn’t be by your side.

Now, you were all too aware of how alone you were. Apprehension was your only ally as you called out again, firmer this time, “Yelena?”

Another long beat of silence surrounded you, overwhelmed your senses with nothingness, before the bathroom door suddenly flew open. The stopper on the wall met the metal handle with a loud thud that made you jump.

“What?” Yelena asked, face blank and unamused until her brown eyes fell upon your curled fists. Then, her lips quickly quirked upwards into a wide, mischievous grin. “Were you worried about me, dorogoy?”

Exasperated, you dropped your unclenched your fists, dropped them to your sides, and scowled. “You weren’t answering!”

“Izvinit’, sorry,” Yelena said as she stepped closer to you, her focus trained on your hands. “But show me the stance again.”

There was an edge in her voice that nearly sent a shiver down your spine. Luckily, Yelena seemingly didn’t notice as her fingers found yours and raised your hands up. When you met her eyes, you found her grin faded into a softer, less-teasing smile. Was it pride?

“Show me,” she echoed, her gaze unyielding. Her tone wasn’t forceful, but you felt yourself compelled to concede.

You raised your hands and closed them into tight fists once more, even going as far as to bring them close to your head. Between your raised arms, Yelena was perfectly framed. Her eyes drank in your stance, studied your pose, the placement of your thumb. You couldn’t help but smile at her intense attention to detail.

“What do you think?” You asked, putting on your best Russian accent. Yelena’s brow raised at your attempt and your smile widened slightly. “No good?”

“Your accent is terrible, beyond help,” she mused, hands reaching out to resituate how you held your arms. “But your stance is…it’s good. Could use some work, but it’s good.”

“Well, you’re the one who taught me, so,” you trailed off, leaving for words open as an invitation for training, for a lesson. Or a lesson.Yelena leaned back and gave you a knowing look before she began to circle around you, surveying you.

You could feel the heat of her eyes on you, analyzing your posture. Despite your desire to go back to bed and drag Yelena with you, you remained still. There would be time for that later. Plus, either way, you were with Yelena and enjoying time together. Either way, Yelena’s hands would be on you.

“You have to stand with your dominant side foot farther back and apart, so you can pivot when you punch. Here, scoot this back,” she said, tapping your foot with her own. You stepped back but Yelena shook her head. “No, too far. Now you’re vulnerable for a sweep.”

“A sweep? What is-”

“This,” Yelena interrupted, swinging her leg out to strike yours. There wasn’t any pain, only the feeling of your leg giving out beneath you.

Then, there was the falling. Red and dingey, the carpet of the hotel room floor rushed up at you. Just as a yelp of surprise began to slip past your lips, Yelena’s leg, the one that illustrated was a ‘sweep’ was, swung back around and bumped you again. With the strike, you were tipped backwards rather than forwards and to the side. Your change in direction gave Yelena the opportunity to reach out and catch you.

Her hands grasped your hips, pulling your body flush to hers. At the contact, your hammering heart slowed, calmed by the warmth of her arms around you. You fight whiplash to meet Yelena’s eyes and, when you finally met her gaze you saw that her grin has forced crinkles in the corners of them.

“That’s a sweep,” she beamed.

“Uh-huh,” you replied breathlessly, “I figured.”

Almost immediately, Yelena’s grin melted into an expression of concern. Her brow furrowed and her lips parted, while her hands squeezed your hips. “I didn’t hurt you did I, I was just-”

To silence her worry, you leaned forwards and kissed her. Your hands traveled up from Yelena’s arms to cup her face. The smooth skin of her cheeks filled your palms. That was what you loved most about her: she was soft despite it all. She loved and cared, despite being a Widow; despite being able to land you on your ass in an instant.

You pulled away slowly and smiled when Yelena’s eyes remained closed. “Thanks for the lesson.”

Yelena smiled then, her eyes opening wide enough to drink your look of pleased surprise as she lifted you off your feet and carried you back to bed, at last.

Just like Bruises - Yelena Belova

You find yourself sitting by Yelena after a long day, checking post-battle injuries. Some wounds run deeper than they seem.

BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS

It was only when the jet took off did you feel it. The ache of a battle well fought. It was a familiar, dull pain; you may have considered it an old friend. Certainly your travel companions did.

You studied their sullen faces as you teetered your way towards the back section of seating. Decked out in her suit combat garb was Yelena, attention fixed on the window. You felt your lips pull up a little at the sight, at your girl. The almost-smile lingered as you moved to take the seat beside her.

“Scoot over,” you muttered, limbs suddenly and cripplingly tired.

As you sat, you budged Yelena’s shoulder softly with your elbow. Her dark eyes met your gaze the second your arms collided. There was a warmth to her expression, despite the distant glint in her stare. It was then you saw the bruise that bathed her eye socket in a budding purple, framed it with finely carved cuts. Your mouth fell open at the sight and you quickly reached out to cup her jaw.

“What happened to your face?”

“It’s nothing,” Yelena murmured, trying to pull away from your touch. “I fell from the sky. Bruises are bound to happen, especially in our line of work.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that your eye will swell shut if we don’t ice it.”

“And you want to ask themif they have any ice?” Yelena asked, tipping her heads towards the other Widows sat around you. You frowned at them, the fear in their faces. It must be the first time they’ve felt a fear like that, a freedom too. When you looked back to Yelena, there was a bitter knowing set in her features.

“No,” you murmured, letting your hands fall from her jaw. “But as soon as we land-”

“As soon as we land we’ll find some ice.”

You frowned at her pursed lips but said nothing more. Instead, you watched as Yelena stared out of the jet’s window and watched the details of the Earth grow muddier and muddier. Trees blended into nondescript masses of green, broken up only by strips of grey and squares of farmed brown foliage. None of that held the attention of her dark eyes for very long.

Yelena was looking for her sister, despite how you both knew Melina had guided the jet far past the landing zone of the Red Room. Natasha was gone.

At the thought, your frown deepened and you could not help but lean towards Yelena again. Her body’s warmth eased the ache in your muscles, though, as soon as you nudged her and tilted away, the feeling fled. Yelena’s eyes flicked back to yours, set under heavy brows. There was a quiet question between her lips. What was that for?

“You’ll see her again, in time.”

“A lot can happen, in time,” Yelena countered, “a world could end, a secret base could fall from the sky, and a few dozen girls with it.”

“Well, those things are just bound to happen, especially in our line of work.”

Yelena’s lips quirked upwards slightly, for only a moment. “Just like bruises.”

You nodded and held your out, resting the back of it on your knee. Open and wanting, your palm waited for Yelena’s touch. The blonde eyed it before she let her gloved fingers intertwine with your bear ones. The fabric was rough against your skin, but the same warmth you felt emanating from Yelena’s body flowed through the weave and kissed your palm. As it did before, her heat melted away the lingering ache.

“Just like bruises, you’ll move past the end of the world, or whatever threat comes next. You always do. You’ll see her again.”

“Will you be with me?” At the soft timidness of Yelena’s voice, you, quickened by shock, lifted your eyes from your joined hands and to her eyes. All the distance that she once held in her gaze was gone, cut short. She was close to you, then, terribly so. It took every last bit of your strength to keep from leaning into her.

“Of course.”

Yelena’s posture straightened then, only slightly, and her expression lifted out of the firm-lined seriousness she wore moments before. “Good.”

It was all she said and all she had to say. There would be time for more later. Now was for taking care of wounds, old and new, and rest. Plenty of rest.

There was no need to tell Yelena that she should try to sleep. Years of training and missions had taught her to rest whenever possible. You couldn’t imagine the hardships she faced, the loneliness. She had been left behind after all, just as you all left Natasha behind. No wonder she spared one last glance out of the window before she turned herself inward again.

You both sat in silence, trying to coax your minds to give in to your bodies’ cries for sleep. Yelena’s caved first. Her head knocked against your shoulder before she settled in the crook of your neck. Her frame yielded and pressed warmly against yours, pushing you off the edge and into the dark behind your own eyelids.

Clint:Why are you smiling?

Natasha: What? Can’t I just be happy?

Y/N: Yelena tripped and fell in the parking lot.

Yelena: You’re telling me, if I killed your family you wouldn’t be my friend anymore?

Kate: No, man. I wouldn’t be your friend if you killed my family.

Kate: How would you feel if I killed your entire family?

Yelena: I’D KILL YOU!

Yelena: I awoke at five in the morning so I could put spiders in Clint’s bed before he wakes.

Kate: I wish I could care about something as much as you care about ruining Clint’s life.

Kate: Revenge is a waste of time.

Yelena: So is watching television and eating candy, but you do it because it feels good.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,273

Warnings: Talks of murder, carjacking ig, references to sex, the reader being a full simp… that’s probably ab it.

Request: Nah.

Summary: Now I made a promise to myself once. That I would wake up by her side. My best friend said that that would be the day I died.

A/N: This is a song fic, inspired by the song ‘Benjamin Twine by George Ezra’

Ko-Fi

Commissions

(Not my pics)

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Let me tell you about my best friend

Well he’s got hair down to his knees

He gets along fine doing just how he please

The sun blared down on you as you stepped foot on the path. Alexei had just picked you up from the airport, a body colliding with yours as soon as you exited the car.

Blonde hair clouded your vision, and you knew instantly that it was our best friend, Yelena.

“I missed you,” she spoke, muffled into your shoulder.

A laugh spilt from your lips, hugging the girl closer, “Dude, we saw each other like a week ago.”

“Your point?”

“Hello, Y/N.”

Looking up, you spotted the woman who called out to you. Melena, Yelena’s mother, with her red-headed daughter but her side.

Natasha waved at you from the porch, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Hey, Melina. Natasha.”

This summer was gonna be great. You could just feel it.

And I believe that we first met

Around three years ago

Well it feels like a lifetime funny how fast it goes

It was freshman year of university when you first met the blonde that would fast become your best friend.

You shared a class. Randomly seated beside one another in your first lesson of the semester. And the rest was history.

That was three years ago.

And I remember how this one time

Well I stole his sister’s car

And he didn’t even mind no he jumped in for the ride

Her keys were right there. Just… just laying on the kitchen island. Ripe for the taking.

It was like you had one of those demons on your shoulder, that had been depicted in so many cartoons that you watched when you were a kid. Just pulsing with chaotic energy, whispering into your ear, ‘take the keys. JOY RIDE!’

Who were you to say 'no’ to that?

Yelena saw you rushing out of her childhood home from where she stood by the open garage door, heading directly for her sister’s car.

She had been called out by her mother, Melina, to help bring in the groceries.

You had just avoided the brunette with brown paper bags in her arms as she came in through the garage side door into the house.

It didn’t take long -about half a second- for the blonde to relinquish her carrying duties, hightailing it to the car right behind you, knowing exactly what you had done.

The sound of tires screeching on cement was the only thing that alerted anyone of the thievery.

Alexei, who was a few doors down, talking to one of his oldest friends, spotted you and his daughter peeling off down the street in his eldest daughter’s car. And he only did one thing. Waved with a gigantic, humoured smile on his face.

We’d got miles away from anywhere

When the panic soon kicked in

We’d got it back safe and sound no one asked us where we’d been

You had been on the road for about a couple of hours, racking up the miles as you watched the scenery pass and blasted the radio when Yelena spoke up.

“Natasha’s going out tonight.”

It was almost cartoonish how wide your eyes grew in reaction to her words. A laugh poured from the blonde at your comical response.

“When?”

“A few hours.” She shrugged.

“So we gotta get it back soon.”

Yelena groaned, “Why? I’m having fun.”

“This is your sister we’re talking about here.”

“And?”

“And. You told me about that time on the beach with the seaweed?”

This time it was Yelena whose eyes grew wide like a cartoon’s, dread filling her up at her sister’s reaction if you didn’t get the car back to her in time.

“Shit.”

At least you still had some time.

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

The area was farmlands upon farmlands. Not a house or home in sight. You were lucky there was a lone gas station this far away from the general civilisation.

Having drained most of the tank with your sudden “road trip”, you thought it was only fair to make sure it got back to the other with an -almost- full tank.

Otherwise, you were sure that she would kill you and display your head upon the front lawn to discourage anyone else who dared even think to cross her.

“You want a slushie?!” Yelena called out to you from the building. The blonde having rushed inside as soon as you pulled up, fully intending to rid the snacks as you did the work of pumping gas.

“What sort of question is that?!” you yelled back, “Of course, I fuckin’ do!”

Let me tell you why his sister

Why she didn’t second guess

She was going out at night, putting on her favourite dress

Natasha was glaring at you from the doorway when you pulled up into the driveway as dawn slowly started to haze the sky.

She looked beautiful.

A skintight red dress hugged her form, ending just above her knee, hair coming down in waves over her shoulders, with a small bag in hand.

Your eyes were drawn to her the entire time she strode towards you, lips parted slightly in admiration.

When Yelena first told you that she was going out that night, you had assumed that she was spending time with some friends at one of the nightclubs in the city.

But now, you realised, you were entirely mistaken.

She wasn’t dressed for partying. Natasha was dressed for a date.

You snapped out of the spell the red-head had put you under once she stepped before you. Her palm open, waiting for your to deposit the keys into her hand. Yelena rounded the car and yelled how much she loved her, carting the snacks into the house, leaving you to deal with Natasha’s reaction like a wuss.

“I filled up the tank for you,” you said bashfully, as you dropped the keys into her open palm.

“You’re Godamn right you did.”

You could tell that she didn’t care you had fully stollen her car and driven it to God knows where by the good natured look in her eye, just relieved you had returned it in time.

And oh by God she knows she’s worth it

Any boy would tell you so

Well a girl like that is worth her own weight in gold

You were halfway up the path to the front door when you decided to look back over your shoulder at the girl now sliding into her car.

It was wonderous how easily your best friend’s older sister could captivate you so. Just one look at the woman would have you in a trance, marvelling at her beauty.

You envied anyone who she gave the chance to whoo her heart, like the person she was soon about to meet. What you wouldn’t give to be in their place.

Her emerald green eyes met your staring ones just as Yelena’s loud, almost obnoxious call of your name sounded from the doorway, causing you to roll your eyes and begin to make your way into your temporary home for the summer.

Leaving Natasha to watch after you in warm curiosity.

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

“So, who’s Natasha going out with?”

Yelena hummed at your random question, pulling her away from the movie you two were watching in her room. A piece of popcorn between her fingers, held up to her mouth. “Oh,” she started distractedly, glancing at you momentarily, “Just some guy from when she was at high school. Think he was her ex, or he was into her, or something.”

“Oh,” was your reply, then much lower, to yourself, “Great.”

“Why do you care?”

“Just curious.”

Just envious.

But, 'it was better this way’, you concluded.

Yelena would have your life if you tried anything with her sister.

The blonde had fallen asleep after the next movie. Leaving you the only one awake in the house.

Deciding to grab a glass of water and retreat to bed yourself, you didn’t hear the sound of the door opening and closing as you placed the glass down on the counter. Only realising you weren’t the only one awake in the house when you spotted the red-head, still dressed for her date, out of the corner of your eye.

Turning to her, you noticed how she seemed down.

“So, how was your date?”

“Not very good.”

“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

The red-head smiled at you, so thankful that you cared about her as much as you did. A soft look in her eyes that you didn’t recognise as she saw you in a new light for the first time.

Now I made a promise to myself once

That I would wake up by her side

My best friend said that that would be the day I died

You awoke the next day with a weight upon your chest, blinking into the hazy morning glow that filled the bedroom, looking down only to see Natasha smiling up at you. Hand upon her bare back, with her arm, folded over your chest, chin resting on it, the other tucked by your ribs.

She was beautiful in the morning, even more so than she always was, hair still mused from the previous night’s activities, green eyes tired after not getting as much sleep as she usually would. And a soft smile on her still kiss-swollen lips, biting them lightly as you watched her.

“Goodmorn-”

Your sleep-filled voice was cut off by the sound of Natasha’s door opening and her sister’s voice.

“Hey, Natasha. Have you seen Y/N-?”

There was needn’t bother to ask anymore, as she had found you herself.

And that wasn’t good for you.

Your previous assumption of the blonde’s reaction was confirmed by her hard, stone cold eyes.

“Yelena,” Natasha tried. Hand reaching out towards her little sister, like one would, trying to calm a spooked animal -or as to stop one from attacking- her tone matching.

It was too later for that, however.

“Oh, so you wanna die today,” Yelena stated, looking directly at you.

And then she pounced.

You pushed Natasha off of you in reaction, moving to hurl yourself off the bottom of the bed to avoid her wrath, landing with a clash on your back.

You were lucky enough to be wearing underwear when this happened, only needing to snatch up your t-shirt as you clattered clumsily to your feet. However, you weren’t as lucky to not have Yelena chasing you in the first place.

Shrugging it on as you passed the threshold of Natasha’s bedroom, managing to avoid Yelena completely, rushing down the stairs with her hot on your heels. The red-head called after her sister before huffing a “fuck” and shuffling out of bed, fully intending to follow the two of you and stop her sister from murdering you.

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you chanted as you hurried through the house and into the backyard. Right by Melina, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and Alexei, who was busy spraying the plants with the hose.

Yelena, streaming by them seconds later, as they watched on with furrowed brows and curious eyes.

It was only when Natasha ran past, further behind the two of you, that Melina moved out of the kitchen and onto the back porch, and Alexie fully turned to watch his blonde daughter chase after you. Their eldest stood wearing only a shirt that looked remarkably the one you wore the previous day, just in front of them, calling after her furious sister.

“What’s going on?” the burly man asked, bewildered. Gaining only a shake of his wife’s head in return.

“I’m going to kill you!” Yelena raged, following as best she could as you jumped over the fences into the neighbour’s back yards.

You were glad that everyone in this neighbourhood seemed to take care of their lawns, leaving you soft grass to land on, cushioning the blow on your bare feet and legs.

Yelena jumped after you, leaving you to vault over it once more and back into the family’s garden.

“Get back here, you coward!”

Grass stained your knees and the souls of your feet as you ran to Natasha, clumsily stopping yourself a few feet from the girl, quickly hiding behind her, hoping Yelena wouldn’t hurt you with her sister directly in front of you.

“Are you really touching my sister right now?!”

“Nope!” Your hands shot up into the air, no longer on Natasha’s hips at the blonde’s words.

“Yelena, calm down.”

“You fucked my sister!”

“What?” Melena asked.

“Oh, I did not need to know that,” Alexei mumbled.

“I’m going to kill you!”

You jostled back when Yelena stepped forward, soon being stopped by her sister’s words.

“You’re not gonna kill anyone. I wanted it.”

“You what?”

“Please stop talking,” Alexei spoke again, looking more and more traumatized as the seconds grew on. Melina watched on amused.

“I initiated it, Yelena.”

Your best friend’s -or who you still hoped to be your best friend- eyes twitched, wanting to respect her sister’s decision while also wanting to murder you for fucking her sister.

“I’m not happy about this.”

“You don’t have to be happy about this. You just have to not kill them.”

“There will be no killing in this family,” Melina called over strictly, “Now get your butts in here, and eat breakfast.”

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

Ohh Oh Oh

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Clint: Why are you dressed like that?

Yelena: Like what?

Clint: Why are you dressed like somebody died?

Yelena:Wait.

Yelena: I really only listen to, like, German death reggae and Halloween sound effect records from the 1950s.

Yelena: And Don McLean, obviously.

Natasha: Sometimes, I forget how young you are.

Yelena: I’m only five years younger than you.

Natasha: Oh look, you’re getting cranky. You haven’t had your juice.

Yelena: Well, my straw broke off in the carton- That’s not the point.

Yelena: I know what will make you feel better.

Natasha, groans: Not another box of dogs!

Yelena: It’s another box of dogs!

Kate: We’ve got to find a way to cut down on expenses. What can we live without?

Yelena: Probably Clint.

Natasha: Ah, so you’re stealing it.

Yelena: You can’t steal something that’s about to be destroyed. That’s like if somebody’s dying and then you kill them. Is that murder?

Natasha: That’s exactly what that is.

Yelena: Anyone wanna get in an argument with me?

Y/N: Okay. Cream cheese isn’t that good.

Yelena: I was kidding but you know what fuck you for real.

Yelena to Kate, entering the room: Hey, I got your text. 

Yelena: When you’re going through a “Taylor Swift-like range of emotions” I should come over, right?

Yelena: Being 20-25 is like I am a baby. I am a grown woman. I am but a small girl. I am the oldest and wisest woman alive. I just begin to exist, I am but an embryo.

Yelena: Being gay is a constant battle between “I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds” and “Hey, let’s go throw rocks at fascists” and I think that’s very sexy of us.

Natasha: If the window’s open and you time it right, you can do both.

The First Sleepover

Yelena Belova x Reader

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.

~Marvel Masterlist~

Important:Youwill be blocked if you do not have your age in your bio.

Minors DNI

Wanda Maximoff

Hide and Seek

Summary: She can’t let you go.

She’s mine

Summary: idk jealousy.

The Bachelorette Party

Summary: Wedding. Cheating. Love triangle.

You’re what!?!

summary:Secrets are revealed.

Again

Summary:She just wants a happy ending

Obsessed

Summary: Wanda is crazy in love.

Midnight Fun

Summary: Wanda gets off on your thigh.

Natasha Romanoff

Cravings

Summary: Pregnant nat. cravings. flying spatulas.

Penguin

Summary: Pregnant nat and steve not knowing how to work a phone.

Second Chance

Summary: Death can’t separate soulmates

The New Queen

Summary: R gets nat pregnant with the power of love.

WandaNat

Brats

Summary: Wanda and Natasha need to learn how to share.

Yelena Belova

The vest

Summary: Yelena likes vests.

The First Touch

Summary: Yelena is touch starved :(

The First Sleepover

Summary: Yelena being a bad driver. and sleeping.

Kate Bishop

Hold You Close

Summary: Pew pew. uh oh who’s dying? idk here’s some kate angst.

The vest

Yelena belova x reader

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.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours.

The first touch

Yelena belova x reader

Yelena Belova was a lot of things.

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.

“I’m great.”