#yelena black widow
the result of the challenge. unfortunately I couldn’t include them all, maybe I’ll do a part two, who knows…
“Kate Bishop.. what makes you think this is a joke?”
“Sorry I thought um.. lets just forget I made fun of your car.”
[just an idea my friend and I had while we hc cars for the mcu characters.. argue if you want but I believe 100% that Yelena would own one of these beetles, though Kate would believe she did it as a joke.. and as we can see it’s not.]
Can’t get enough of this show!
janddrawn
Give this guy a break.
I’m not the killer that little girls call their Hero | Part 2
Summary: after learning the girl who he loved, maybe he still loved was alive. Shang-chi didn’t waste to form a plan to save you.
A/N: Here’s part two! If you haven’t read part one, you can click here.
Warnings:trauma, ptsd, blood and gore, violence, angst if you squint hard.
Tag list:@itshouldvebeensangwooo@mischiefmanaged71@omgsuperstarg@luthientinu
“Are you sure that this will work?” Shang-chi asked her as his eyes set on the red dust in his hand.
“I promise,” Yelena answered. “Because it released me from the mind control, and what I know of, she’s still trapped,” Yelena replied as she watched his eyes look on the antidote in his hands.
“Listen, I don’t know how you know her, but I can tell that the two of you have known each other long enough. She’s not the same girl as she was before,” Yelena warned him.
He furrowed his brows and looked at her. “What do you mean?” He questioned. “The Red Room does that to a person, she’s changed,” Yelena responded. Shang-chi didn’t say anything and watched her leave before he thought for a moment when he stopped her.
“How do you know her?” He asked her as Yelena stopped.
“We trained together,” She answered. Shang-chi didn’t ask any further questions since he knew that meaning had a deeper purpose.
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Yelena’s eyes drifted towards Shang-chi as he stood in the crowd of people. She knew that you weren’t there to kill her, and your goal was to kill him. It was a distraction.
He continued to walk before she heard the familiar whistle. It was the same whistle where Natasha taught you how to do it when you were younger.
Her eyes widened and Shang-chi looked confused. She turned around and saw you hit her on the face. You turned around and flipped down as you landed in front of him.
Shang-chi looked at you as he tried to dodge your attacks while Yelena ran from behind. You grab the knife from your waist and try to hurt one of them. Yelena knocked you down so you dropped the knife. She kicked the knife away so you couldn’t reach it.
You looked at her before you ran towards her and both of you landed on the ground hard. You placed your hands onto her neck and choked her.
Yelena grunted and tried to free from your grasp but she remembered the antidote. She tried to reach her pocket and before you knew it, red dust was sprayed into your face.
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You watched as Dr. Bruce Banner was checking on your vital checkpoints in the lab. Yelena stood next to you. “Why are you here, Y/n?” Yelena asked you as Shang-chi and Xialing approached you. “No ‘hi, Y/n How’ve you been?” You asked her with an amused expression on your face.
Yelena rolled her eyes. “Why are you here?” She repeated as you looked at Bruce. “She’s fine,” He responded and looked at them with a nod, and disappeared out of the lab. “I’m here to kill him,” You answered and looked at Shang-chi.
He widened his eyes and frowned towards your answer. “And I thought you were here to kill me,” Yelena asked you. “Well, I was hired to kill both of you,” You answered with a bored tone in your voice.
“Why?” You let out a chuckle.
“You know why, after the red room saw that Dreykov was destroyed and Natasha destroyed the whole building and when they saw you working for the rest of the Avengers, they weren’t happy,” You told her.
“The Red Room exists? I thought we destroyed-”
You let out a laugh. “Wait, you thought Dreykov was the only one?” You asked her. “You’ve really gone soft, Yelena,” You snickered as she looked at you. “Then why are you here to kill him if the red room wanted me dead?” Yelena asked and gestured towards Shang-chi.
He had been quiet ever since they’ve taken you at the compound, and you’ve avoided looking at his eyes when Yelena sprayed at you with the red dust. You couldn’t bear the thought of breaking down.
Because all of him reminded me of why you survived in the first place. “Your father had to do something with the red room, for a while, he supported it and now they want revenge on you because of something he did,”
“I don’t know what he did, they wouldn’t tell us,” You told them before silence took over a while. “Where did you think I was all the time?” You asked her and met her eyes. “Living a life that you always wanted,”
“I didn’t know where they took you and I assumed that they released you,” You pursed your lips into a thin line and nodded.
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Staring through the window, you let out a sigh towards the light-up well city in front of you. You haven’t got any chance to sleep because you were still paranoid that some of the leaders will find you.
Besides, you couldn’t sleep since your mind wandered about him. The boy you still loved, or maybe you still had feelings for him even after all that had happened to you.
Both of you were so young that you know that he probably won’t even remember. A knock disturbed your thoughts and you turned away. Walking cautiously towards the door, you looked through the peephole and saw Shang-chi.
You sucked in a breath and embraced yourself as you opened the door. You met his brown eyes when he saw you open the door. “Hey,” He commented. “How are you feeling?” He asked you with a tight-lipped smile. “I’m fine, feeling better,” He nodded.
“Can I come in?” He asked after a short silence. You debated for a second but let him in. “What is it?” You asked him as you closed the door and crossed your arms over your chest. “I don’t know, I just…” Shang-chi began to say but paused in mid-sentence.
You looked at him and you knew that he didn’t know that you were gone. “Where did you think I was after all this time?” You asked him and tilted your head. Shang-chi stared at you.
“Living a life, a normal for one that,” He answered as you nodded and pursed your lips into a thin line. “Well, you’re wrong, your father handed me over to the Red room,” You answered.
Shang-chi looked at you, as he saw the girl in front of him when he was younger. If he should’ve known all of this he knew that he would’ve stopped his father for sending you away. But now it is too late to fix the broken relationship and he knew that he had to let you go.
Them ✨
Metadinhas da Marvel
-ThorandLoki-
-NatashaandYelena-
-WandaandPietro-
Marvel girls part 2
Momento-Part2
Summary: After destroying the red room and returning from the blip, Yelena turns her focus to finding you. You, unwilling to let the memory of your oldest friend die, leave a trail of momentos in your wake for her to follow.
A/N: Thanks for all the love guys, please let me know what you think!
The red room had fallen, finally. Torn down from its looming spectral position in the sky and torn viciously apart as it surrendered to the relentless pull of gravity. A sweet relief of revenge had flooded Yelena as the metal had crashed and screeched in its destruction. The others were freed, the girls and women escaping their predetermined fate and finding a new freedom of choices that had been stolen from them.
It was wonderful, really, their victory against all odds. And yet, Yelena felt unsatisfied.
The job itself had been tough, planned to the millisecond and leaving no room for Yelena to break from the mission and find you. She had wanted to, needed to really, find and reconnect with the person who had supported her through everything. Her survival meant little to her without the people she loved; her family. You were a part of that family, even if you could not remember her yet. Doing her duty, knowing you would do the same in her position, she ignored the desperate urge to find you and did her part in permanently dismantling the red room.
And now it was over. The red room was no more and, somehow, Yelena had still lost even more. Returning from the blip, that impossibly vast expanse of time that had felt like seconds, Yelena had lost years and Yelena had lost her sister. Yelena’s plan had always been to find you, the blip interrupting her before she could even finds a place to start, but the loss of Natasha only made her more desperately reckless in her search for you. For companionship.
It had been tough. Even without the five years you may have lived whilst Yelena was ‘away’ she knew you would be more than skilled at hiding your tracks. If you didn’t want to be found, it would be near impossible to find you.
Except, you wanted to be found. Yelena knew this because she had been pleasantly surprised to find you had left her an expanse of clues. A trail of identifying marks. A business card for a cafe you briefly worked in, the short-term lease agreement you left at an apartment you used to rent, and an almost blank postcard you had left in an abandoned house you briefly squatted in; all marked with the same lopsided flower that forever adorned Yelena’s wrist.
Despite months of seeing nothing but this lopsided flower in lieu of you, Yelena did not entirely lose hope. She must be getting closer, she must be.
And, as it turned out, she was.
It was just after midnight in Chicago. The sounds of the city were distant but echoed through the empty air like remnants of another world. This district had been abandoned, it seemed. Business crashing during the blip and never quite making a recovery. Empty warehouses provided both the shelter and solitude you would prefer were you unsure who may be after you.
Your last flower, scribbled onto a torn dollar bill had also included the symbol for wind that weathermen often employed and a dark blue splodge. Trusting her instincts with your notes had always worked well, it seemed you more than understood how Yelena’s mind worked, and so immediately she took off for the Windy City. What the splash of blue had meant, however, she hadn’t known. Until now.
There were countless warehouses in this district but she were certain the blue would hold a meaning. When she stopped before a warehouse with a dark blue flag waving floppily from a flickering streetlamp out front, Yelena held her breath. Holding the dollar bill crumpled in her fist, she stepped through the large steel doors.
In this vast empty spaces her steps echoed all around her, bouncing from every unadorned wall to surround her in her own hesitant steps. She were looking for another clue, another scrap of paper for her to pore over and helplessly follow to your next location. But, there was nothing here.
A frown pulled her lips downwards as her shoulders deflated; what else could your note have meant? Where else in the world could you be?
Another pair of footsteps echoed around her, hastier than hers had been and heavier in their approach. Caution taking over, Yelena immediately ducked into a crouch and raised a gun to her attacker.
Except, it wasn’t an attacker, it was you. You, with eyes wide and hands raised in surrender even as you tried for a smile at her. When she gave no response except for a blank stare, slow blinks, and a stuttered breath, you giggled. Unsure how else to really react, the relief of seeing you again a little overwhelming after these hopeless months of chasing you, she broke into a snigger of her own. This lightness that you shared with one another cut through any awkwardness or uncertainty that may have otherwise overshadowed this bright reunion.
The laughter, as though it were magnetic, worked to pull you closer to one another. With words yet to be exchanged, you embraced each other. Chin resting against your shoulder, Yelena closed her eyes and continued to laugh even as tears sprang from her eyes.
After minutes that stretched like hours, she pulled back, gripped your arms, and spoke through the hoarseness of her throat. “You’re alive.”
You raised a hand, using a delicate fingertip to wipe away a stray tear, and nodded. “So are you,” you responded, voice far away as though you were making some wondrous epiphany.
Yelena wondered over so many questions; who had freed your mind from its slavery to the red room? How long had you been freed? Was it merely your paranoia pushing you to run from every shadow that lingered for too long? Or were you entrenched in some new darkness that she could help you escape?
You, also, had a plethora of questions fighting to escape you; how long had Yelena remained ensnared by the red room? Had she found her sister, who she spoke of so very often? Had she disappeared like so many others all those years ago or had she been following your clues for all the years you had been leaving them?
It had been so long that you had all but given up on her finding you. You had begun to leave the notes as more a ritual in her honour, reminding yourself that your one true friend had been real and deserved to be remembered no matter where she had ended up.
But here she was after all these years.
The pair of you remained gormless in your shocked relief for a brief while before your excitement got the better of you and your face split into a beaming grin.
Rushing forward again, you crushed her into a more aggressively friendly embrace than the first. “I missed you so much!”
She returned your likely overzealous embrace with similar zeal and nodded with a small sob. “I’ve got so much to tell you.”
Momento
Summary: After having her mind freed, Yelena finds a tattoo on her wrist. As she ponders where it came from, a piece of you returns to her.
A/N: Please let me know what you think! I’m trying to come up with different characters to write for so let me know if there’s anyone you’d like to see! :)
The red mist had cut through the haze in her mind like a knife. It had been like waking up from some strange terrible dream, a groggy feeling weighing her down even as she felt a sudden horror rear its head. The woman who had freed her had passed away quickly, the wound in her stomach fatal as had been Yelena’s original terrible intention. Guilt had immediately rumbled through her at the sight of the limp figure upon the asphalt. This woman had freed her, at her own expense, and Yelena had barely had time to thank her.
She had left the scene quickly, recognising that sticking around were foolish if she wanted her freedom to last. As she had left the scene, wandering the city with this newfound freedom, she had realised the fog over her mind had not been entirely cleared. The red mist had allowed her some clarity but the fog was dissipating only slowly. Thoughts, feelings, and surface level memories had all haltingly pinged through her mind as she had mindlessly found herself a place to stay.
The hotel she had stumbled across was run down, the ceiling crumbling slightly each time she forced the front door open, but it was subtle. They asked no questions at the desk, even waving away her bloodied face with disinterest as they had handed her the rusted key. She wouldn’t be found here; she could let herself decompress.
Peeling her clothes off, rumpling her nose at the blood staining the dark material, she yanked the stiffened shower handle. The water spurted out violently for a moment until the pressure evened out leaving a steady, if slightly limp, stream of steaming water.
Stepping into the chipped ceramic at the bottom of the shower, Yelena let her shoulders drop against the warm water. She scrubbed her face, letting the water wash away the grime and sweat and blood of the day.
As she scrubbed over her skin, a strange dark patch at her wrist caught her attention. Narrowing her eyes at this splodge of darkness, Yelena focused her gaze upon what she now recognised as a tattoo. Clearly, it was not a professional tattoo, she doubted the red room would have allowed that. But it was clear enough in the quality; the line work too uneven and the colour fading. As Yelena wondered over this uneven, fading flower tattooed onto her wrist, a memory pushed itself to the fore-front of her mind; taking her breath away.
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Your hair tickled the bare skin of her thigh, your hair fanning around you as you laid on her bed, a pleasant laughter bubbled through her chest at the sensation. The lightness of this moment with you was in such strange contrast to the dark steel walls enclosing the pair of you. It was almost funny. You hummed to yourself, a strand of your hair twirling about your fingers as you became lost in thought; each passing day brought with it greater dread. You were both getting closer to the final step. You tried not to think of it but on nights like this the knowledge tainted every laugh and whisper and secret.
Your lips twisted down and she watched that dread overtake you. Your eyebrows pressed together, the shine of your eyes reflecting the harsh overhead lighting, and your storm of thoughts almost visible if she were to look deep enough. Determination cut through your dread, resetting your features into a tragic kind of acceptance.
You sat up quickly, causing Yelena to jump almost a foot in the air at the surprise. “I have an idea,” you told her. Your words were rushed out, the invisible clock that constantly ticked down almost audible behind your words. A panic had settled into your bones, Yelena could see it, and you were rushing to act. Your friendship had settled the nerves of the both of you over the years, but as you neared the end even the salve of your friendship could not soothe you. You were rifling through her only drawer, your actions reckless in hurry. She could only sit back and watch, blindsided by your sudden action in what had been such a slow moment. “You have a pen?” You threw over your shoulder.
Yelena shrugged back at you, still watching your back with an agape mouth. “Uh…”
You answered for her. “I got it,” you flourished the pen in your left hand before immediately breaking it apart with your right.
Slowly, a question fell from Yelena. “What are you doing?”
Ink cartridge of the pen laid carefully on the side, the broken plastic casing kicked under the bed, you were now fiddling with the safety pin you kept twisted in your hair. Hidden from prying eyes.
You snapped the sharp point from the hinge and replaced the point of the pen with your newly made pin. Eyebrows raising, Yelena called your name in hope of gaining some kind of answer from you.
Your shoulders dropped considerably at her insistence but your ministrations continued. A lighter now pulled from some hidden pocket and into your hands. “It won’t be long now,” you told her, bringing the contraption closer and sitting beside her. “You got me through this, Yelena, I don’t wanna forget you even when they force me to.”
Taken aback, Yelena fumbled over words as you pressed the contraption into her fingertips. The pair of you had made an unspoken agreement to leave the future wilfully undiscussed. An agreement that all the girls seemed to share; their friendships and even some romantic relationships rooted in the present with no mention of a future. It was easier for all the girls here to simply ignore the impending doom upon the horizon. It was a fact you would all one day be forced to forget each other. There was nothing to be done but to live in ignorance. Yelena had supported you throughout the trauma of the red room, and you her and the truth of your situation had not mattered. But now here you were, forcing the truth into the limelight.
Finding no eloquence, Yelena nodded and simply asked; “what… do I do?” Her acceptance of your request slowed your wringing hands and settled your breaths.
You talked her through the process, telling her she could mark you however she liked; in the end neither of you would understand this symbol of your closeness.
Yelena was far from artistic, at least she had assumed as much after years of battle hardening, and so the mark she left upon you was a mere uneven ‘Y’. When you looked to your wrist, to the mark now sat just above your pulse, you smiled softly. A grief shone in your eyes, for memories you were yet to lose.
Yelena wiped the tears from your cheeks, calloused fingertips soft as they traced the tracks. “Can you do me?” You grasped the fingers still upon your face, squeezed them lightly, and nodded with a deep breath.
Twisting her hand, cradling her wrist in your palm, you worked your lip as you considered. The sting of the pin did not bother Yelena. Her attention not shifting from your features as you watched yourself work with a determined concentration. Her lips pulled up at the sight. A happiness, however temporary, pooled in her chest in moments like these. It felt as though you were a pair of giggling schoolgirls at a sleepover whispering your secrets to each other. Yelena had never experienced anything like that, making friends had not been encouraged when she had been undercover, but this felt more than enough. A lightness that made her dizzy and a little too carefree overtook her.
When you finished your mark, you verbally diverted her gaze to view your work. “I hope you like it,” you told her with a giggle, “it’s kinda permanent.”
She huffed a laugh as she traced her eyes over the delicate lines. The petals were all slightly different sizes but compared to her wonky attempt on your wrist it was perfection. “I like it.” She confirmed, eyeing the ‘y’ on your wrist and feeling a little guilty that she hadn’t tried harder.
Reorienting her eyes upon you, you nodded. “Me too.”
Yelena pulled her hand free to grasp yours, a squeezing pressure that pushed her appreciation into you. What these years would have been like without you, Yelena could not begin to consider. Had it been a mistake, relying on one another so greatly?
Maybe it had been. Either way, it didn’t matter, Yelena could not stop the words as they fell from her. “I’m gonna miss you.”
There was no surprise upon your features at the words. Your eyes fell shut, a quiet smile joined with a single nod as you pressed your forehead to hers. “I know,” you whispered, “I’ll miss you too.”
A repetitive, rhythmic clanging sounded through the room. It seemed to echo all around you but the pair of you had been stealing these moments together for long enough that you recognised the warning. The girls here were not encouraged to help one another in any way, but they always did. A small rebellion in the face of the red room. This noise was a warning, passed on from room to room, from girl to girl, that room checks were taking place. You were not the only pair that would sneak into each other’s rooms, and everyone worked together to allow this continue.
Your time tonight had run out, it was time for you to leave Yelena’s room.
Automatically, the pair of you moved. The hatch that led to the ventilation space above Yelena’s room was already hanging open. You never bothered to close it after you in case you needed a swift exit. Silently, the pair of you huddled beneath it.
Usually, you would waste no time. Yelena would give you a leg up, you would immediately climb into the vents and proceed to drag yourself quickly back to your own room. Today, you both loitered; something felt different about today.
You pulled her into your arms. The embrace was short, as much as you both meandered you knew it was never safe to linger long after a warning, but the fierceness with which she held you was unrelenting. Pulling away, you shared a gaze filled with unspoken things - full of promises of what could have been. What should have been.
Eventually, she helped you up. Eventually, you dragged yourself back to your room.
Yelena went to training the next morning, the endless routine numbing in its repetition, but you weren’t there.
You had been moved to the next stage and she would not see you again. Yet her mind would linger on memories of you like the last leaf clinging to the tree when all others had crumpled and fallen. Your mind would not think of her, it would not know to grieve, but her initial would remain upon your wrist. The flower on her own wrist burned like a scorching reminder every day she was without you. Her best friend had been taken from her, and there was nothing she could do.
It would continue to burn until the memory of you was torn away. Until the mark on her wrist became nothing more to her than a faded splodge of artistic ink.
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Hands pressed before her like a desperate prayer, Yelena pressed her eyes shut. The salt of her tears washed away with the stream of steaming water. But the ink upon her wrist remained forever, stark against her wrist just as the memory of you was suddenly shining in her mind.
She couldn’t help a tired yet hopeful part of her from wondering; where are you?
Yelena: You know, it’s at times like this when I wish I had listened to what mom Melina told me.
Natasha: What did she tell you?
Yelena: How would I know? I didn’t listen.
Yelena: The sound of something falling inside a cupboard when you close it is the sound of someone else’s problem.
Yelena: Cat logic is so simple yet so effective. Don’t like something? Smack it as far away from you as possible. Flawless reasoning.
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