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that being said the bone lady shall be posting something yummy tomorowww

sometimes i forget i have the free will to just post something

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sometimes i forget i have the free will to just post something

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lesbian jesus telling me to go write a butch!bucky motorcycle fic

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i'm going crazy waiting for the new i wanna be mad part. i open ur blog everyday 💔

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you wanna be mad ⧗ yelena x new avenger f!reader

‎♡ part one ♡ prev part ♡ part six ‎♡ next part

♡ wlw ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ enemies to lovers ⋆ angst ⋆ injury ⋆ amnesia trope ⋆ reader was an original avenger ⋆ yelena doesn’t understand her feelings ⋆ r is rightfully confused ⋆ thunderstorms ⋆ puzzles ⋆ this part is lwk more sad than the rest i‘m sorry ⋆ ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later ⋆ divider ⋆ russian is from google/reddit ⋆ images are not mine ⋆

♡ chto - what , khoroshiy - good man

♡ masterlist ♡ word count: 2k

bones’ now playing ▶︎ mad - reneé rapp

“Really?” Yelena asked Bucky through the phone. “Could you not have just said that your informant was Alexei this entire time?”

Bucky’s phone call had interrupted Yelena and yours quest to settle on a takeout restaurant. You watched her curiously from her seat across the table. You could tell Yelena was becoming a bit more comfortable around you. Feeling less like she was walking on broken glass. Bucky still hadn’t returned from meeting his informant and was now calling to check in. Letting you two in on the fact that said informant from all those days go was actually just Yelena’s dad.

“Thanks for letting me know, old man.” Her voice oozed sarcasm and she left the old man jab open ended to insult both her father and Bucky.

“He somehow put himself back undercover, I wasn’t gonna go in and rain on his parade.” Buckys voice responded.

“Oh my God.” Yelena rubbed at her eyes.

“He seemed fine.”

“He is a senile old man.” You furrowed your eyebrows. Based on the photos you had been shown he didn’t seem that old to you. You began thinking his super soldier serum lowed his physical aging.

“Yelena, stop that.” You scolded her.

“Is that you?” A man’s voice screamed, with Russian accent thicker than Yelena. “Are you alright Little Avenger?”

“Aren’t I the only original Avenger on the team?” You asked quietly while looking at Yelena.

“Yes, but to him you are young. It’s better than the kotenok mstitel'.” You tipped your head to the side as Yelena fought to hide her smirk behind her cup. “Kitten Avenger.”

“Oh, no.”

“Alexei is just a fat old man.” Yelena tried to make you feel better. To be fair you did feel a bit better, knowing that somebody around here didn’t think you were all doom and gloom. But if he was Yelena’s father figure you weren’t sure where that placed the bar to begin with.

“Chtooo Yelena!” He yelled over the phone, rushing out a cluster of Russian sentences that sounded very unhappy. She laughed into the receiver.

“It’s alright! I think it’s cute.” You tried to calm them down. You could hear Bucky chuckling on the other end of the receiver. He and Yelena were both aware that you hated actually the nickname. You had never seen the fun in the nickname and claimed it was demeaning to your title as a former Avenger.

Yelena could understood how you had felt, now having experienced a fraction of what your life must have been like as an Avenger. She saw how the term little or kitten probably felt like a downplay on everything you’ve done and been through. Even if Alexei didn’t mean it, Yelena knew it wasn’t right to keep the things she knows about you from you. She tapped the mute icon.

“Actually, you hate it.” She admitted. “You said you find it demeaning.” You sat with the new information for a moment as Alexei continued to yap into the phone.

“I,” you paused. “That makes sense, I guess.”

“I know he does not mean that, I think it would be okay for you to not hate it.” Yelena offered you in your silence as Alexei’s story kept going on and on. “It’s your choice, I just felt you should know.”

You let out a frustrated groan. “I feel like if I disagree with what everyone tells me about myself, it’s a betrayal to myself. Like breaking up a puzzle I’ve spent three a weeks putting work into.”

“A puzzle?”

“They’re fun.” You defended yourself.

“How are you even the same person?” Yelena tried to stifle a laugh.

“You mean I’ve never forced you guys to do a puzzle?” Yelena thought for a moment.

“I’ve seen you do puzzles with Bob sometimes.”

“YELENA!” You swore you saw her eye twitch as she ripped her stare away from you to click the microphone and unmute her father.

“WHAT?” She yelled back.

“I said; tomorrow Winter Solder and I ride to meet a friend. We will call back for check in.” He informed. "Old friend from home. Khoroshiy."

“Just, be careful.” She said.

“Thank you!” You rushed out in a yell. Still obviously feeling guilty for losing the intel.

A boom of thunder startled you after Yelena pressed the disconnect. Yelena had stat straight up in alarm from the sound while you, mouth open and just about to speak, outwardly screamed on reflex. She jolted and immediately flashed you a what the fuck? look, but you were laughing too hard to respond. “That was an accident.” You gasped out eventually catching your breath.

“Really, you scream on accident?” She had now gotten up and began rummaging around the kitchen cabinets. You saw a flash of lightning somewhere off in the city. Yelena began rambling off about dinner as you half listened and watched the rain. You didn’t really feel like you had the right to be picky about food lately.

Another boom of thunder sounded off, this time close to the Watchtower. You jumped, but no scream this time. You watched a large bolt of lightning descend and disappear into the skyline.

Rain pelted against the windows of the Avengers Tower. Storms from a hurricane had been assaulting the length of the East Coast all week.

You were looking down at the gift you received from a S.H.IE.L.D. Agent during the prior year’s Secret Santa. You had tucked it away into the depths of your closet to prevent someone making a very embarrassing discovery without your control.

Bounty in hand, you asked the AI where the team was and you were delighted to find out they all had gathered in one of the common spaces. You laughed as your footsteps tapped along the tower floor.

“I hear trouble.” You heard Steve’s voice echo out of the open entryway before you even reached the door. Curse him and his super soldier hearing

You fluttered into the room to see the team lounging amongst the sofas and chairs. Half watching the movie playing on the flat screen, half engrossed in their own projects or cellphones. You loudly dropped your box onto the table, the slap and rattle of the cardboard pieces unmistakable.

“Hell, no.” Tony said, not even looking up from his weird hologram cellphone.

“Not again.” Natasha laughed at you while sitting up straight.

“Just be glad it’s not friendship bracelets.” Bruce added sarcastically. He didn’t even look up from his tablet, just continued looking over some of his spreadsheets.

“There are unspoken rainy day rules.” You defended yourself with an irritated whine to your tone.

“Well, you know how I feel about rules and it’s been raining for six days.” Tony joked. Clint clicked off his phone and flipped open the box, snorting at the image on the front. Of course he was the first to go for it. Having children himself, he’s no stranger to a good puzzle. “Really Barton? We can’t keep supporting this habit, she’ll never get clean.”

“You’re so dramatic! It’s just a puzzle, and you didn’t even look at the box.” You pushed the empty lid across the glass table. Tony let out an exasperated sigh before looking down to see him in his Iron Man suit printed on the glossy cardboard.

“You know, maybe this one is fine.” He tilted his glasses down his nose while picking it up to get a better look. “Not the photo I would have gone with, but I guess this is still a good one.”

Natasha called your name, grabbing your attention. “So, do you have a puzzle of everyone on the team or is it just Tony?” Heat creeped up your neck as she teased you.

“It was gift!”

“I’m only slightly creeped out but mostly flattered that someone gifted you my likeness in puzzle format.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Are you sure that it wasn’t actually a threat?”

“… and you are not listening to a word that I have been saying to you.” Yelena had turned to look at you a moment ago. You had that same far off look as you stared out the window. Your eyes were fixed on a single spot, expression empty and your pupils slightly dilated. She felt like disturbing you would do no good so she decided to wait this one out. Only needing to wait a minute or so longer before you snapped out of it.

Thunder boomed, lightning flashed almost immediately in close proximity to the tower. You both could feel the vibrations from the storm rattle through your bodies. You jolted and sat up straight, blinking to see her standing a few feet away.

“You went off somewhere else again.” Yelena looked over at the counter where your notebook sat. “Do you wanna write it down?” You didn’t respond.

When she looked back over at you she was not expecting to see tears bubbling up in your eyes. You shook your head as you bit down on your lips. Yelena stood stiffly, not knowing exactly what she should do. She wanted to chastise you for not writing it down while it was still fresh, but you had your own feelings to work through.

Yelena watched you take in a shaky breath, “Somebody would always do a puzzle with me if I asked.” Yelena watched as you blinked quicker, but it didn’t matter, the tears fell anyways.

As the seconds ticked by Yelena’s panic was spiking. Your breathing quickened as you sniffed a few times in precession. Still blinking.

Yelena could do a lot of things. Hand to hand combat. Hack systems. Fly a helicopter. Jump out of a helicopter. Shoot guns. Wire explosives. However she believed could not do this.

Yelena turned to hand you a tissue from the opposite counter. “Do you want to do a puzzle?” Yelena asked. You sniffled into the paper, and laughed.

Being so casual with Yelena still sat weirdly with you. Both painfully aware the tension between you, but neither of you confident enough to say anything yet. Yelena didn’t understand her feelings. And You couldn’t remember.

Yelena had walked over to the cabinets under the TV where there was a few boxes of collective board games and picked up the stack of puzzle boxes of various sizes for you to choose from.

When the team came to place their orders to the takeout place Yelena claimed was her favorite. They were greeted by Yelena and you working on the corner portion of the puzzle you chose. It was an image of The Great Wave of Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai. Bob joined in immediately.

“A puzzle? What is this? Like a brain thing for therapy?” John asked as he sat down to look at all the pieces.

“No.” You snipped at him. The entire table seemed to freeze. Yelena let out the laugh she had been holding in at the familiarity of your tone, Ava joining in. Bob nervously looked between you and John.

“At least you still know how to bark at Walker.” Ava elbowed you with a smile as she walked behind your seat. You sat up in your chair and held your hands up like you were caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

“I’m sorry, that was a little aggressive.” You said to him. He shrugged. “You’re the one with brain damage.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You don’t actually know that already, right?” Bob asked swallowing nervously. His tone was serious.

“No, Bob.” You answered. “Med staff said I have to keep going back for scans. It’s why Bucky banned me from leaving the tower.” You grumbled out. Your memory was soup and you wanted to see New York not through a window, but you also wanted your brain to heal and it was safer inside the tower.

"Good." Bob nodded with a relieved expression. "Not good because of the brain damage, good because you-you there could be less... Damage." You gave him a smile, letting him ramble on even if he didn't need to over explain himself so much.

"Thank you, Bob."

sorry for the delay i am nothing but a sleepy bitch

if you noticed this chapter was not in all lowercase, i'm changing the casing of all my fics on here and ao3 to proper capitalization so ignore that shift you see rn HAHA

♡ the bone lady

tag list: @s0urw00lf @callsignwidow ⋆ comment to be added

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i am still planning on updating you wanna be mad today when i get off work!!! i overslept and didn’t have time to edit hfjdkksks

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till you’re just another girl on the subway ⧗ yelena belova x ex-girlfriend f!reader

♡ wlw ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ angst ⋆ civilian reader ⋆ post-breakup ⋆ yearning ⋆ doomed but not so doomed lesbians ⋆ images are from pinterest ⋆ divider ⋆ ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later ⋆

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bones’ now playing ▶︎ the subway - chappell roan

yelena couldn’t do anything anymore. not without being reminded of you.

New York was once of the most populated cities in the world. The possibility of meeting you again like this was close to one in a million. When Yelena first saw her, she was sure the stranger was you. It obviously qcouldn’t be you, she knew better that. No matter how familiar Yelena thought the she looked, she was just another girl on the subway.

Even if she was only looking at the back of the unknown woman's head, just for a moment, Yelena swore it was you. The unknown woman stood in front of her on the train platform, a few steps closer to the tactile area meant to keep passengers safe from the air pressure.

No matter how much she wanted it to be, It wasn't you. She knew it wasn't you. She just had to keep tellling herself that until the train had boarded and Yelena was able to see the woman’s face. Only then did Yelena feel like she could calm down. Because of course it wasn't you, but you always had a way of occupying Yelena’s thoughts.

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A few weeks later Yelena was stood amongst her team in room full of one percenters and other high ranking government officials as such. The amounts of all their outfits alone probably far too expensive for Yelena to want to comprehend. It was on Valentina’s dime. Yelena was just there to play her part. And maybe for the free champagne and charcuterie table.

Valentina arranged the New Avengers to make an appearance at some public service conference dinner. She was sure that having one of the organizers that requested their presence owe them one was worth their suffering. Yelena hated to admit that she was probably right. The orchestra playing beautifully in the corner was loud, but the talking echoing around the room made the atmosphere insufferable. They had been listening to some philanthropist talk in circles about his plan for a new redesign of all public parks.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a young couple walking in the path beside their circle. A man in Navy Dress Blues accompanied a woman in a simple black gown, the woman hooked on the man’s arm closer to where Yelena was stood. She hadn't really paid them any mind at first, not more than her widow training engrained into her muscle memory. Yelena only noticed it when they passed behind her back. The perfume the woman was wearing. She'd recognize it anywhere. It was yours. That same one you wore everyday. It was then that Yelena felt compelled to draw her eyes to the woman that passed by. It wasn't you, but she had to be sure.

When she turned to look at the woman fully, it confirmed what she needed. It wasn't you. They stopped at a nearby table of socialites, the scent of her perfume lingering in the surrounding air. Yelena stopped breathing for as long as she could until she needed a breath. Without drawing attention to herself, she took a breath in through her lips. The air was suffocating her now. The scent of you surrounded her. Each note forcing her to remember you.

The seconds that passed felt like minutes to her. Finally, Yelena cleared her throat excusing herself from her colleagues and company. She had to leave, to get away from that smell. She couldn't get out of the ballroom fast enough, making a quick beeline for the side exit. By the time Yelena’s hands made contact with the cold metal of the door she could barely see. She blinked her eyelids rapidly to preserve her mascara and attempting to dry her forming tears.

Yelena found a quiet place to sit, one far enough away from the event where she could calm down without being disturbed. She felt foolish for reacting like this. Yelena tried to believe she was better than this, but she didn’t believe that she was better than you.

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That step street would be considered out of Yelena’s way. Yet every so often she had to punish herself with those hundred or something steps by finding excuses to take the route. Not because she had to. Only because that step street was something you walked multiple times a week.

Yelena couldn’t help it. Still walking past the places she knew you enjoyed. Your favorite park bench. Your favorite route to walk. Your laundromat. The bookstore that had the good coffee. That’s where she saw you with her. Well, not really. You posted a set of photos, one of them containing an untagged woman she didn’t know posing with a cup of coffee. Yelena was sure she’d never seen her before and did not recognize her as one of your friends. Were you seeing her now? Did you already move on so quickly? Had you replaced her while Yelena still sat obsessing over you with a hole in her chest. The thought of someone else by your side made her sick. It made her angry. Jealous. But she had no right. Because you weren’t her’s anymore.

The feeling sat heavy in her chest and left a poor taste in her mouth. Day by day she learned she couldn’t escape it no matter how hard she tried. Yelena almost leaned into the fight of flight. Running off to Melina crossed her mind. Or maybe hopping the boarder to Canada until everyone forgot she ever existed in the first place.

Her home felt foreign to her now. Yelena had been spending more time at the tower since you left. Her apartment held to many memories of you, and she wasn’t ready to fully face them. The food in her fridge had long spoiled, some shelf items now out of date or stale. Yelena was sure her landlord would start complaining about a smell if she hadn’t come back to clear it out.

She hadn’t planned on venturing farther than the kitchen. Yelena just wanted to throw out her trash and leave. But once she discovered the bottle of vodka she stashed behind the cereal you hated, it was gone faster than she wanted to admit.

Yelena didn’t want to be here anyways, she deemed the drinking a necessity. She had felt she was too painfully aware of her surroundings. She could feel your presence, even if it had been weeks now. But it was late and Yelena was admittedly too drunk to confidently get back to the Watchtower without possibly falling asleep halfway there.

Yelena decided to sleep on the couch, not even wanting to face whatever state her bedroom was in. She vaguely recalled trashing it, then even worse in her haste to leave. She blinked against the darkness, her brain trying to make sense of the shadows moving into shapes. When one of the shadowed looked a little too much like you Yelena turned to face the solid darkness of the couch backrest. Sleep did not come as easily as Yelena had thought it would. Even in your absence, you still were keeping her awake.

She hoped tomorrow the shadows of you would leave her alone long enough for her to leave.

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It was four months later when Yelena saw it. The familiar rectangular object kicked to the side of the stairs of the subway. A wallet. Your wallet? Yelena scanned the slim crowd of people before she bent down and to inspect the contents. Yelena was sure it wasn’t yours. It couldn’t be yours. There’s thousands of people going through these stations everyday, millions of people ride the subways daily.

When Yelena flipped the license around, the ID photo you always said you hated so much was staring back at her. She looked around again searching for you. Holding out hope that it was lost on your descent and not just kicked to the right side, she moved down the stairwell.

The possibility of meeting you again like this was close to one in a million.

This time it was you. Squatted on the floor rummaging through your bag, presumably searching for your lost wallet. Yelena’s feet moved her in your direction before her brain could catch up to stop her.

You glanced at the boots of the individual now standing directly in front of you, vaguely recognizing the scuffs and pattern of lacing. In your panic you looked up halting to see her. And she was holding your wallet. All the air was punched out of your lungs.

“Lose something?”

“Oh my god.” You gasped, dropping your head in relief. “I thought I’d been pickpocketed.” You decided to bite back the question if she had been the one to pickpocket you. You know it’s not outside of her wheelhouse.

“No. You dropped it on the stairs because you always forget to zip your bag.” Yelena couldn’t catch the words before they slipped out. She had to remind you to zip your bag almost daily, but it wasn’t her place to chastise you like that anymore.

You paused before beginning to laugh, while Yelena sat in uncomfortable silence as she waited for your answer. Yelena had always hoped that it wasn’t really over. As much as she thought she didn’t want to admit, Yelena did still love you. She was positive she never stopped, just pushed it down and ignored the feelings. Convinced herself that what she was doing was helping her move on. Now it was so clear to her that she had never tried to move on in the first place.

“You’re right.” You sighed. “I suppose I owe you for returning this and for almost to accusing you of finding the worst excuse to talk to me.”

Yelena jumped at the chance. No matter how much she wanted you to be just another girl on the subway, she was not ready to let you get away again.

happy studio release of the subway divas ♡♡♡

ps. you wanna be mad part six today/tomorrow?

♡ the bone lady

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forget the chaos with your hand in mine ⧗ natasha romanoff x f!reader

♡ wlw ⋆ minors dni ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ fluff ⋆ minor injury ⋆ canon-typical violence ⋆ reader is an avenger ⋆ established relationship ⋆ elopement ⋆ images are from pinterest ⋆ divider ⋆ please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later ⋆

♡ zdrást-vuj-tye vam pa-móch - hello, can i help you ⋆ pozhaluysta - please ⋆ idi v’banyu - go to the bathhouse “take a hike”

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bones’ now playing ▶︎ vegas - niki demar

you and natasha decide to fly off to vegas in secret.

before you read: i'm testing out writing with proper capitalization and not in all lowercase. 𓇢𓆸 i’ve been typing like this for so many years and it’s kinda hurting my brain to deviate.

It was now late into Sunday morning. You and Natasha had ditched Steve and Sam halfway through the planned morning run. Before you had even gotten out to the meeting point you were already complaining about why you had even agreed to go in the first place. You stuck it out for about three miles before Natasha rewarded your good behavior by ditching the boys.

You continued on a path you allowed Natasha to route out mentally, while you followed her lead. She eventually lead the two of you through Central Park and eventually finding a bench to sit on. You followed suit, taking the spot next to her.

“Rogers just texted me.” Natasha wore an amused grin pointed down at her phone. “He’s claiming victory.”

“Is it really a win if we forfeit?” You asked.

“I guess we can let the old man have this one.” Natasha shrugged.

It was then that you noticed the photographer walking into the greenery, a woman with a camera dressed in all black. Following behind her was a bridal party. The girls were all dressed in the same shade of purple, dresses varying styles to fit each of the bridesmaids. One was dressed in a darker purple, you assumed she was the maid of honor. The bride stood next to the photographer, directing the girls into a pose she wanted them in. The bride’s own gown was a traditional ivory colored satin, floor length and sleeveless. Her hair was pulled into an updo, displaying the collarbone level scoop neckline.

The group was accompanied by others dressed sharply in colors on theme with the wedding party. You assumed they were most likely friends and family of the bride. They all gawked at the girls and talked amongst themselves, taking photos of them on their own phones without disturbing the photographer’s work.

“Aw, she looks so beautiful.” You gasped, commenting on the bride.

“She does.” Natasha quietly agreed, her eyes glancing to you briefly before settling back on the group of women. Something akin to jealousy prickled in the base of Natasha’s spine as you two watched the woman. She never saw marriage as something ever in the cards for her. Sure it wasn’t impossible as an Avenger to have a life and a family, Hell, her best friend did it. She wasn’t like Clint.

She could never get to have what he has. Her time in the Red Room had convinced her of that. Choices were made for her long before she had the chance to make them for herself. Blood on her hands before she even was able to understand the weight of it.

When she met you, you were just a colleague. One of the enhanced S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents that Director Fury let in on Natasha’s past after she defected from Dreykov. When the two of you began dating she started to see it. A life. A life with you. A life she was convinced she never deserved or needed. Something always held her back. Some sort of invisible chain. Perhaps the flaw in her self worth. No matter what you told her, Natasha always believed you deserved better than her. Deserved more than she should ever give you. Marriage was never even something you two had talked about before.

“I kinda feel like a big wedding would be a nightmare,” you blurted randomly. You didn’t meant to say it out loud, but it was the truth. Planning, venues, vendors, invitations and seating charts. You couldn’t handle that. Especially with your job as an Avenger. “I mean we barely know what’s going to happen five minutes from now. It just seems like way too much planning.” You rushed out with a chuckle, hoping Nat didn’t take your comment as being against marriage overall.

Natasha’s phone began to ring. Tony’s face lighting up her screen.

“What do you want?” She picked up the call pressing the speakerphone icon. You giggled, picturing Tony wearing a shocked expression.

“We got somewhere to be, there’s a car headed to your location to take you elopers back to the tower to suit up.” Your giggled turned to laughter at the irony of Tony mentioning a wedding while you two were watching the bride.

“We’re just sitting in Central Park Tony.” You butted in.

“You ditched America’s favorite senior citizen. And just checking you two are aware that public lewdness is a misdemeanor in the state of New York.” He explained. “Maybe some jail time but the-”

“Bye Tony.” Natasha cut him off.

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The mission went as less smooth than desired, but successful. The team was quietly scattered along the jet, all looking equally deflated. Tony was laying flat against the floor of the jet, still in his suit. He didn’t even want to fly himself home, just wanted to stretch out, is what he said. Steve, Clint, and Wanda all slumped into their seats. Bruce the only one sat deathly still when Wanda’s shoulder began to bump his as she fought off sleep.

Natasha sat in the captain’s seat, the jet had long been switched to autopilot, F.R.I.D.A.Y. now having control of the wheel. She hadn’t moved to join the team in the back because you sat sound asleep in the copilot seat. Dirt and soot was smudged along your face and blood on the back of your hands. Your suit was dirty and ripped along the shoulder, exposing the gash Natasha had pressed a bandage to a few hours earlier.

Reinforcements were pouring up the stairs to your location from three levels below. “I thought we cleared that floor?” You yelled into the com.

“Obviously, not good enough.” Steve responded. Your jaw dropped at the attitude.

Before you could respond the click of a gun being cocked echoed through the empty room. Even if you reached for your own weapons you were screwed, so you halted your breathing as you tried to pinpoint the shooter. To the left? You didn’t have time to second guess and stepped at the immediate sound of the bang. A secondary gunshot echoed out almost immediately from somewhere else in the dim room.

There was the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor, but it wasn’t yours. And you never reached for your own gun. You felt the hot feeling spreading along your shoulder before you processed what had just happened.

Someone was calling out your name.

You had pushed yourself up against the wall, shadows cloaking you from view. They called your name again. It was Natasha.

“‘M alright.” You called out after you sucked in a breath, hand pressing to your shoulder. Slippery warm liquid pilling between your fingers. Natasha appeared out of the shadows, confirming the kill of the man who took the shot before rushing to grab your arms. Squinting to look at your injury and the rip in your suit she determined you had only been grazed by the man’s bullet.

She flicked on the mini flashlight stashed on her suit, the small beam of light cutting into the darkness. You squinted as she quickly moved around the space.

“Here.” Natasha pushed a white towel into your shoulder. “It looks like a graze, just keep this on the bleeding.”

“Fuck.” You gritted your teeth as the material pushing into the wound. “How did you even know what floor I was on?” You laughed.

“Sixth sense.”

��Just for me?” You laughed taking over the rag from her hand. She alerted the team over the coms that you were hit.

“Just a graze guys, I’m fine.” You informed. You knew the team would feel better hearing the affirming words from you.

“Better be.” Clint warned.

“You two evac, we’re almost finished here.” Steve’s voice crackled.

“Aye-aye, Captain.” Natasha joked already moving to lead you out of the room, keeping you very close behind her.

What if’s now filled Natasha’s thoughts as she watched you sleep in the copilot seat. What if Natasha never gotten to you? What if Natasha was just a few of seconds earlier? What if you hadn’t stepped to the side when you did and what if Natasha was just a few seconds late?

She could barely see the gunman in the shadows of the room, only being able to make out the shadow of half his frame and a glimmer of his goggles. What if she had missed?

“I can feel you staring.” You interrupted her thoughts, she quietly laughed at you. You peeled your eyes open, adjusting to the overhead lights of the cockpit. “How long was I out?”

“About an hour and a half. You looked tired, I was hoping you’d sleep the way home.” You carefully sat up as Natasha glanced out the window at the skyline. The sun had set a few hours ago, the dark blue of the sky allowing the light of the console to light up the cockpit. A set of white lights illuminated the right side of Natasha’s face.

“How’s your shoulder?” She asked.

“I’ll be fine.” You assured her with a lilt to your voice. Natasha didn’t respond. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“It’s not your fault. We slipped up on the sweep.”

“Well, it’s not your fault either.” Natasha looked back over to you with a smile, happy to hear you say the words. The two of you let silence blanket over the small space. “I keep thinking about that bride from this morning.” You spoke up.

“Yeah?”

Your eyes wandered to the clock on the dash reading just shy of 8:30pm. “She’s probably already said I do by now.”

“Probably.” Natasha agreed. Since you brought up the topic, she decided to bite the bullet. “Do you think about it?”

“Marriage?” You clarified. She nodded. “When I was little I think I used to. I suppose somewhere along the way I forgot it was an option.” You laughed with a shrug.

“Would you consider marrying me?” She asked quietly.

“Well, you have no other competition.” You mused. When she didn’t respond, you turned to face her fully, shaking your head out. “Wait, wait wait, Nat, are you asking me to marry you?”

Her poker face was impeccable. This was so random of her, you had absolutely no idea what she was thinking right now.

“If I was, would that be a yes?”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Of course it would be a yes!”

“Then yeah,” she eyes the still closed cockpit door, silently praying to whatever god was listening that nobody walked through those doors to disrupt her confidence. “I am.” You blinked as she sounded out your name. “Will you marry me?”

“Well, Yes, I’d be delighted to.” You agreed with a smile, lacing your fingers into her open hand. The positioning of the bucket seats prevented the two of you from properly touching one another.

“I meant what I said earlier about weddings though.” You doubled down.

“We can go to a chapel.” Natasha offered. Your eyes lit up.

You looked back at the clock. “I don’t think we’ll find any chapel back in New York that’s open.” Natasha laughed.

“You mean tonight?”

“Why not?” You laughed, defending yourself. “You’re the one that asked.” She thought for a moment.

“We could go to Vegas? I bet there would be a place open when we get there.” Natasha threw out. You gasped.

“That’s crazy.”

“Well why not, we’ll only get married once.” You let out a small exhale in defeat.

“Yes ma’am.” You said with a smile.

When you got back to the Tower the two of you made a suspiciously fast beeline for medical.

“They probably have a fun sleepover planned.” Tony said suggesting lewd activities with hand gestures.

“Knock it off.” Steve groaned.

Natasha sat in the chair to the side of the med bay, waiting not so patiently. After spending 30 minutes on a saline drip and several stitches later, the on duty nurse gave you the okay. Signing off on restricted duty until the stitches dissolve.

The two of you packed a bag each and disappeared into the night, leaving a message for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to deliver to the team when they inevitably wake up and at some point ask the AI where they had gone off to. The message was short and sweet, explaining that nothing was wrong, just taking a mini vacation. Natasha had left a written note in Clint’s bathroom before he had gotten a chance to get up there. She felt he deserved a little more from her than a vague note from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

To prevent Tony from snooping, the two of you decided to book a commercial flight that left in the middle of the night. By the time anybody would notice and figured out you where you’ve gone you’d be on the West Coast by then.

Natasha found you a hotel before the flight had landed. The two of you dropped your bags off before Natasha was dragging you out to a dodgy strip mall. When you arrived at a jewelers you had an inkling where this was going.

“I guess we can’t get married properly without rings, but…” You looked around at the surrounding businesses. Your eyes pulled to a deal on veneers advertised on a blacked out window, adjacent to a sex shop.

“Listen, I know the owners.” She looped her arm into your elbow pulling you forward. The walls were a very vintage gold and teal pattern, teal carpets matching the gaudy print. A woman in her fifties sat behind one of the dozen counters smoking a cigarette. Her hair was pulled back tightly and a scarf draped around her head and shoulders.

“Zdrást-vuj-tye. vam pa-móch?” The woman greeted you. She wore a blank expression, but her tone wasn’t rude.

“Da, pozhaluysta.” Natasha responded. The woman paused when she heard her speak, adjusting the cat eyed classes perched on her nose.

“Natalia?” The woman barked out a laugh. “Idi v’banyu! It is!” She moved from behind the counter waving Natasha over for a hug. She momentarily dropped your arm to greet the woman, exchanging hushed phrases in Russian. The older woman looked over to you. You awkwardly waved to her.

“Beautiful!” She cheered. You thanked her in Russian, something you picked up from Natasha, which earned you more praise. She gave you a thankful smile behind the woman’s shoulder.

“Come, come, this way.” She ushered you to a glass case with dozens of rings on display. Before you even got a chance to look at them she was pulling out trays from below the case not displayed.

“These, only available to friends.” She winked at you two. You assumed they were heirlooms of sort. Giving Natasha free rein she pointed to a small set. Three small gold bands looping around on another, one embellished with small diamonds. She then pointed to a ring with a simple red stone accompanied by diamonds.

You pulled on her jacket but she explained how she never gave you a ring on the jet. At that moment you began plotting your proposal back for a future date.

Stopping for lunch, the two of you then headed to the mall to find a dress that covered your bandage. You both opted for dresses that were between knee length to match. You hauled Natasha around to go hunting for accessories before you two went back to your room to get ready.

When pair of you set out from the hotel and headed off to the chapel, you did begin to feel slightly nervous. But it was a weekday so at least you weren’t dealing with a huge crowd, only waiting under an hour in line. Soon you were standing hands joined together in a cute little white room, with a legal state witness and the officiant, an Elvis impersonator that looked like he was pushing 65.

After he gave his introduction and declaration of intent he asked the two of you if you had any vows. “Didn’t think about that one.” Natasha admitted.

“That’s totally cool.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Just spit something quick.”

“I vow to follow you into any stupid situation you find yourself in.” Natasha said. You laughed knowing she was referring to the earlier mission. “And like you said we don’t know what happening five minutes from now, but we planned this in a couple of hours so I think that’s pretty good. When we first met, I didn’t think I would ever deserve this, deserve you. I still don’t. But you’re stubborn and don’t seem to want to leave me alone. Which makes me want to deserve it, you make me want to be a better person.” You blinked away the tears that began to cloud your vision.

“Stop that,” you straightened yourself up, sniffling away your tears. She only playfully laughed at you. “You are already the best person I know. You mean everything to me. And I vow to keep finding you in every life, because I don’t think I could bear to live without you.” Natasha returned your watery smile.

“Do we have the rings?” She pulled the small box containing the rings from the pocket of her dress. The rings themselves conveniently fit well enough but the engagement ring Natasha picked out for you had to be sized, hopefully by Tony.

“The circle symbolizes wholeness, perfection and unity. And just like circles, these rings have no beginning and no end. They are a fitting symbol to link two souls forever.”

With an arm swing and shaky rubber legs, Elvis cheered, “You two have just vowed to love one another and be partners for the rest of eternity, right here before The King. Therefore, it is my great privilege and my humble honor to be the first to address you both as such. By the power vested in me and glorious state of Nevada, I may now pronounce you married!” Elvis paused to finish off his dance. “You may now kiss your bride!”

With a brief moment to process Elvis, Natasha dropped your hands only to pull your face to hers. Your hands found her waist as she slotted her lips between yours. The witness clapped quietly along with Elvis from where she sat in the corner of the room.

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The two of you casually strolled back into the Avengers tower together like you hadn’t gone AWOL for over 24 hours. After arriving and making it through building security, hand in hand you wandered back to the living quarters. Natasha found a new affliction for holding your hand, now that she could feel the metal of your ring against her fingers.

“Congratulations you two.” Clint raised his water bottle at you as you entered the kitchen. You grinned. “Thanks Clint.”

“Whoa what?” Tony turned the corner.

“Can I tell him?” He begged Natasha. She shrugged.

“Those two weren’t on a vacation, they flew to Vegas.”

“Elopers.” Tony whispered remembering the phone call from that morning. Clint grabbed your wrist holding the ring up in view.

“Very pretty.” He complimented. He peeked at Natasha’s hand seeing the matching band. “Who proposed to who?”

“I did,” she confirmed.

“I gotta to propose back.” You blurted out, Natasha ignored your outburst but rubbed your back in a form of acknowledgment before continuing to speak.

“We were going to ask Tony to size the ring.”

“I suppose it’s the least I can do. Consider it a wedding gift. I am still mad that none of us were invited. And how did Clint know before the rest of us?”

“Clint know what?” Steve walked into the kitchen with Wanda.

Her eyes zeroed in on the rings immediately letting out an excited sound. “Congratulations!”

“About time.” Steve smiled at you two.

hi i’ve had a week from hell and struggling. i’ve been trying to sit and write but literally brain SOUP. also i’m working on requests! here’s proof i’ve got shit in my drafts.

as soon as chappell releases the studio version of subway i will be posting the fic. also as mentioned in the description of this fic i am having a casing dilemma pleeeeease please vote on this real quick

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I keep thinking about this dress from Iron Man 2

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I really enjoy your emergency contact fic. I need more yelena in my life 😫

thank you!! ♡ it is still slowly ongoing

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thinking about butch!bucky

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you wanna be mad ⧗ yelena x new avenger f!reader

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♡ wlw ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ enemies to lovers ⋆ injury ⋆ amnesia trope ⋆ yelena doesn’t understand her feelings ⋆ r is rightfully confused ⋆ therapy ⋆ ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later ⋆ divider ⋆ russian is from google/reddit ⋆

♡ pérvyy blin kómom - the first damn thing is lumpy , khodit' na golov'e - playing a prank

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four aggressive knocks sounded through your dorm. you halted your movements and your breathing. maybe if you didn’t respond, maybe whoever it was would give up and not open the door.

four more knocks, louder and harsher this time. at the sound of the last knock. you rolled yourself off the side of your bed, landing on your good leg and using your good arm to balance.

yelena’s voice echoed your name through your door. “if you do not open the door the next time i knock i will be picking your lock.” she warned. she didn’t know it was unlocked. bucky did tell you that you preferred to lock your door now.

you had been putting more weight on your bad knee, now able to limp on it lightly, so while she was speaking you managed to shuffle yourself under your bed.

three more knocks. colorful russian words were uttered quietly outside of your door as yelena crouched down to your lock. getting ready to pick the lock, when she grabbed it she noticed it was not even locked to begin with. her eyebrows stitched together, you always locked your door.

she pushed open the door and saw your crutches laying against the wall.

“oh, so you are just ignoring me?” she announced into the room. no answer. she called your name, “i’m not playing this little game of yours again.” still nothing.

your shower wasn’t on, but she walked to the unlit bathroom regardless. flicking on the light, it was vacant, but she was surprised by the untidiness of the counter. no trash but you were usually pretty well kept, amnesia you was clearly at a point in life before those habits formed.

“ridiculous,” she continued muttering some unintelligible string of words in english and russian finishing off with, “khodit' na golov'e.” before returning to the main room. eyeing the closet, she decided there wasn’t even enough space for you to get inside comfortably with your leg brace. leaving one option.

yelena dropped to her knees, bracing her palms on the carpet. when her head appeared in your view she wore a very unimpressed expression.

“this is so ridiculous.” you blinked at her. “your appointment is in fifteen minutes.”

“i’m good.” you said simply, turning your face to look up at the bed. maybe she would just leave you alone.

“that’s nice,” she pushed herself back up to stand. “but i was not asking. and there is no way am i letting bucky hold this over me if you don’t go and we both know i am not above violence.”

“i don’t know anything.” your sarcastic voice was muffled from where you stared up at the bottom of your mattress. yelena rolled her eyes and groaned. you were acting like a child.

“if keep acting like a big baby, you will continue to know nothing.” she heard you scoff as she crouched down again, this time at the foot of the bed. her eyes landing on your socked feet and the brace on your leg. yelena didn’t want to waste time on this and she had already warned you about the violence.

“i’m not acting like a baby, i don’t know this wom-” your words morphed into a shriek of shock and pain as yelena yanked you out from under your bed by your ankles. in one swift movement you were staring up at her blinking at the overhead lighting. “ow!”

“get up.” she ordered with a bored expression. you sighed. the part of you that wanted to run away, told you to claw against the bed frame and hike yourself back under. but you knew when you were beaten and you allowed yelena drag you out of your room.

“don’t worry, dr. raynor will be glad to see you.” yelena cut through the silence of the elevator. “you have known her for years.”

“oh. so she likes me?” yelena threw an unimpressed glance in your direction. the look spiked your nerves just a little.

“is that not what i just said?”

“so that means she doesn’t like me?” yelena paused, her mind taking a moment to understand what you were really saying. that dr. raynor doesn’t like the version of you that you are currently, only the you before the accident. yelena let out a breath.

“i was nervous for my first session with dr. raynor,” yelena admitted with a shrug. from her peripheral she saw you look at her, “no pérvyy blin kómom.”

“did you just call me a pervert?” you asked.

“no,” she shook her head turning to look at you, “in english i think that means the first one is lumpy.” you wore a puzzled expression. “the saying is that the first pancake is always a bad one.”

“but don’t want any bad pancakes.”

“well, a pancake is a pancake.” yelena said.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence until the elevator doors slid open. yelena accompanied you down the hall and wordlessly let you enter the office by yourself. she did not want to be noticed by dr. raynor.

so yelena sat on one of the benches along the hallway of offices, mindlessly scrolling on her phone. at some point her own thoughts halted her doom scroll. her eyes drawn down to the floor as her ears strained to hear your voice. she couldn't make out the words, but she could hear your muffled conversation through the door.

her mind tracked itself back to how you must be feeling about everything. you seemed to be doing well, but yelena didn’t really know you. she never allowed herself to know you before the mission accident. and she especially did not know this you. if she was less of a bitch when her sister introduced you two all those years ago when they took down drakov.

she’s the same. that is what bob had said. but bob didn’t know you all those years ago, bucky barely did. it struck yelena how lonely you must feel. she can only assume it must be the same way she felt coming back from the blip. except you were there and lived the life you were missing. yelena had nothing but ghosts, but you had real memories, real thoughts, real decisions and real choices. all gone.

as horrible of a thought as it was, yelena couldn’t help but wonder what memories of her sister you’ve lost. or which ones you still have. the weight sunk deeper into yelena’s chest. having been the reason why a surviving piece of her sister dies is something she keeps thinking back to.

her spiral was cut short by the click of the door opening.

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the clock on the wall ticked quietly as you sat ridged in the chair. dr. raynor sat on the opposite end of the desk.

“you look good for someone who had a building fall on them.” she said with a lilt.

“yeah.” you squeaked out a laugh.

“when barnes told me about your accident i was sure you’d pull through.” she had a steady face, not showing emotion, but still looking somewhat kind. “you may not know it but you are very resilient.” you nodded along awkwardly.

“thank you.”

“oh, that wasn’t from me, you actually said that.” dr. raynor looked down at a notebook she had opened in her lap. “to paraphrase you said the words, i adapted resilience like a weed.” you felt like the room got quieter. the ticking of the clock suddenly way too loud. you didn’t like a way that phrase itched your skin. that is not something you would say. amnesia be damned. so, who said that and why did you repeat it? you must have taken too long to respond because she moved on.

“bucky had mentioned that you had a flashback from your time working with the original avengers. any similar experiences to that one?” she asked you. you shrugged.

“some.”

“some?” she echoed. you nodded.

“i remembered what cereal i like.” you mumbled out. bob was excited to let everyone know when you shifted back from what he could only assume was your past favorite to your current favorite.

“that’s nice.” she nodded. “anything else?”

“it’s all muddy.” you shook out your head as if it could physically straighten out your thoughts. “i don’t know, it’s random. i can’t really tell what’s what.”

“trauma is muddy,” agreed while scribbling in the notebook. “it’s possible your mind is most likely trying to hide some of the more painful memories you may be wanting to remember.” she paused, eyes flittering over a line of her notes before turning to you. “do you have any prior memory of me at all? it doesn’t have to be a solid one. name, face, maybe something you’ve heard?” she shrugged casually. you blinked.

the office shifted. instead of dr. raynor sitting in front of you, a photo of her was tucked to the top of a small stack of papers by a silver paperclip.

“so what? you and wilson are in couples therapy?” you were sat on the counter of bucky’s very vacant apartment. in front of you was a cup of water and that bottle of cheap fruit wine he found you with and insisted on taking along with you.

“don’t call it that.” bucky’s voice jumped an octave as he rubbed at his eye with his flesh hand. you just continued to laugh at him.

bucky was frowning in the darkness of the apartment. the walls behind him out of focus to you. the outline of his body shifted softly, his clothing a kaleidoscope of muted colors, his hair looked wrong, but when your brain tried to correct the length, then it also seemed wrong.

“okay, i’m sorry.” you tried to calm down before bursting back into giggles. “fuck, no i’m not. marriage counseling before the ring is crazy.” you continued your laughter.

“keep it up kid and i’ll sign you up for the next session.

“and i’d rather fuck a chainsaw.” you were suddenly deadly serious, his expression soured. “plus, we’re, like, fine.”

“fine?” he asked, you nodded, too many times for somebody sober. if bucky didn't know himself, he would classify you to be the least fine person he knows. “did i not just i peel you off the bathroom floor of a dirty motel?” you blinked.

“yeah.”

“yeah?” dr. raynor threw back at you. you straightened your shoulders.

“uh- your photo, when bucky first started to see you, i think.”

“where was the photo?”

“on the counter.”

“who’s counter?”

“bucky.”

“why where you in his apartment?” you thought for a moment.

“i,” you thought back to the bleary memory. “i was drinking.” dr. raynor’s eyebrows lifted.

“was bucky drinking?” she asked. you shook your head. she put on a small smile.

“you know, you’ve told me this story before. also in our first session together.” you finally made eye contact.

“weird.”

“the mind is funny like that.” she was writing something down again. “bucky told me he gave you a notebook?” you nodded. i want you to keep up with the writing and star all the things you want to talk about next week when we meet again.”

the way dr. raynor spoke to you was careful. “i don’t want to overwhelm you on your first day back, so i think we should call it here.”

dr. raynor opened the door, still standing inside the office. she called out into the hallway. “miss. belova, we’re all finished in here… whenever you’re done hiding from me."

i finally got to see superman in theatre, it was so good 10/10 i am sat for james gunn dcu

masterlist ♡ the bone ladyyyyy

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i love to spend on girly girls ➳ kate bishop x former black widow f!reader

♡ wlw ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ strangers to lovers ⋆ blood/injury ⋆ gsw ⋆ non-sexual nudity ⋆ gay panic ⋆ yelena trusts kate ⋆ reader grew up in the red room ⋆ yelena likes to embarrass her friends ⋆ ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later ⋆ divider ⋆

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bones’ now playing ▶︎ yapper - alice longyu gao

someone’s trying to kill you and yelena needs somewhere safe to store you.

yelena hauled you up off of the kitchen floor using a fireman’s hold. regaining your consciousness you heaved out a groan, resulted from all of the jostling. “oh- now, look who’s awake,” she chided with a huff.

a colorful string russian curses left her mouth as she watched your blood continue to soak into the tourniquet. it was a miracle you were alive, that the sniper just somehow missed your heart by inches, you must have tried to duck at the last second.

“we have to go, now.” at first you were confused. but the pain flaring along your shoulder and head lead you to remember seeing that of glint off a riffle about one hundred yards away from your exposed window. in the moment you didn’t have any spare time to react before it was too late. that’s about it. you can’t even remember how hard you must have hit the tile floor.

“they’re on their way to confirm their kill.” yelena handed you a gun before she opened your door carefully moving you both to the elevator. they would most likely use the stairs, she’d hop off at a random floor and try to lose them. she set you on your feet in the elevator, keeping you upright between herself and the wall.

“how’re you even here?” you slurred, your forehead dropping to the leather material of her shoulder. looking down at the weapon it much heavier in your hands than you had previously remembered

“two more widows from that job i talked to you about have already turned up dead.” she said. “i was too late anyways.”

“i’d say you made good time.” you joked swallowing down a bile in your throat. “‘m not dead.”

exiting the building was a blur of walls and doors and turns. you just tried to stay focused and awake. there was a sedan parked off to the side of the building, hers probably? you didn’t care to ask. the route she took felt unfamiliar, but you actually couldn’t tell while in and out of consciousness the entire time.

“where are we going?” you asked in a round of alertness, yelena was hoping it wasn’t your body’s final jolt of adrenaline before you coded out in the car.

“you know that new friend of mine?” you nearly choked. not that friend. as soon as yelena showed you a picture of her new friend kate bishop you were minutely obsessed.

“you are not letting me meet your hot new vigilante friend while i’m bleeding out.”

“i’m sorry, do you want to stop by a hospital, little miss no social security number? or maybe the police?” you huffed accepting your fate. the rest of the drive was quick, she wasn’t exactly one to abide by the speed limit anyways.

yelena didn’t bother to knock, she never did. kate’s door swung open with a loud thud against the wall. kate was up out of her seat in a blink, cereal forgotten, the one spoon she owned in hand ready to be thrown.

“relax, kate bishop!” yelena called out, hauling something, or rather someone beside her. the someone was you, barely conscious. she closed the door behind her.

“oh my god.” kate stared at the two of you. yelena’s hands and clothing covered in transfer blood, the same blood smeared across your face and the exposed parts of your skin.

“seriously? what do you think you are going to do with a spoon?” yelena manhandled you to sit on kate’s table.

kate walked slowly towards them, trying to process the situation before here. “yelena-”

“i mean me with a spoon, dangerous. you with a spoon, not so dangerous.”

kate’s eyebrows raised and lips parted in response to the insult. “kate this is a friend of mine.” yelena introduced you to kate briefly exchanging names. you gave her a little wave with your fingers. “there is somebody trying to kill her.” she stated simply, keeping you steady with the one hand not keeping pressure on your shoulder. kate blinked. your head lulled forward before jerking back to a upright position.

“and you’re here?”

“we were not followed.” yelena explained waving kate over. with a face full of confusion, the brunette stumbled over. “but i needed somewhere safe to put her.” yelena grabbed onto her hands, replacing her own with kate’s. she opened her mouth to protest but yelena just talked over her, “thank you,” she said looking her friend in her face. opposite to kate, yelena looked less worried, more angry. “i have to go kill him now.”

“wait you’re leaving?” kate felt her stomach dropped to her ass. yelena rinsed her hands off in the sink.

“did you not just hear me? i said i have to go kill the man trying to kill her.” she was back over at the door in a few strides.

“it was a clean shot,” she heard the sound of the door clicking open, kate’s head whipped back to yelena.

“what?” she whispered out in horror. you were not just bleeding, no, you were shot.

“through and through, she will be fine, kate. just don’t let her fall asleep and she will talk you through it!” yelena then called out something in russian, presumably to you, before the door clicked shut behind her and she was gone.

“she’s so funny.” you wheezed out quietly, the blood loss was getting to you.

“i, i wouldn’t say funny.” kate replied to you in shock. she was finally looking at you, not just looking at the blood. to make this situation even worse you were pretty. too pretty. despite of all the blood. you began to strip yourself of our outer layer, kate sprinting into action to assist.

“so, who is trying to kill you?” kate awkwardly asked. you hadn’t even spared this man a thought in years. not since your time back in the red room. you had been one of the first widows yelena ran into when she had escaped. and you spent a lot of mental energy blocking out most of your life.

“just some duche bag.” you gritted out, “likes to treat people like animals.” you opted to not elaborate on anything about the trafficking ring he was involved in to her.

now in just your undershirt, kate could see the messy attempt yelena had made to slow the bleeding, a ripped, blood soaked shirt tied at your shoulder. the shirt you wore stood in the way of her getting a look at the wound. kate would have to have you strip. you could sense her clear hesitation so you showed mercy and you began listing supplies to kate while she scrambled to grab the items.

“you don’t have to be gentle,” you said to her before she started. “this isn’t that bad.”

kate blinked. “well if you’re friends with yelena, i don’t want to know what is bad by your standards.”

you laughed, “i’ve been harpooned.” kate halted, finally having the courage to make eye contact. “it was only a divers harpoon.” you reasoned.

“whale or no whale, that’s insane.” you brushed her off with a laugh. items collected, hands washed, kate got to work.

“you can cut the shirt. it’s ruined anyways.” you told her, kate muttered a right moving your hand to the table’s edge to hold yourself up.

her unsteady hands quickly cut the ruined material of your shirt up the front and began undoing yelena’s tourniquet, pushing it off your blood soaked shoulder. the bleeding had slowed, you began instructing her on how to clean it. the you could feel her hands trembling, you could understand this, you were as stranger and she was probably still afraid of hurting you. when kate noticed how still you were sitting, despite your pained facial expressions and stressed syllables as you spoke, she gained more confidence. kate continued working in silence.

as angry as kate wanted to be about the situation, she felt honored that yelena trusted her enough to patch up her half dead friend alone. and even if yelena was sure nobody had followed them here, she still trusted kate to keep her friend alive and guarded until her return.

“so how do you know yelena?” kate asked feeling like the air was awkward. it really wasn’t. but maybe for her it was. you laughed slightly, gritting through the pain of the movement.

“uh, she got me out of the red room.”

“oh.” kate breathed. “sorry.”

“don’t be sorry. you weren’t the guy that abducted me from a motel.” kate blinked, face frozen. “that was a joke.”

“oh.” she breathed a sigh of relief and you realized your phrasing.

then rephrased to clarify. “no, i mean it is the truth, but it was funny. you were supposed to laugh.” kate did laugh at that. it felt wrong, but the grin on your face gave her the confirmation she needed.

once the wound was cleaned out and sanitized kate finished taping down the last side of the last piece of gauze. then she stood at your side painfully still as a statue. she counted the seconds been your inhales until you spoke up turning to her.

“thank you.” kate thought your eyes were very nice to look at. but very glossy and very unfocused.

“yeah,” kate breathed. “uh- don’t mention it.” her gaze lingered on the smudges of your own blood along your upper body and face, kate had only cleaned directly around the wound in her haste.

“can i have some water?” you asked. kate was nearly tripping over her feet as she moved. you watched her travel around the dimly lit space before returning with a cup.

after you were sure you were steady kate helped you off of her table. you thanked her, keeping your arm gripped on hers. she felt you’ve lost too much blood to be standing up on your own. “i have some clothes you can borrow.”

“jesus, you are as sickeningly nice as yelena said you were.” you gritted out in pain from moving.

“i’m sorry?” kate apologized to you sitting you down on the lid of her toilet. she grimaced as she felt the material of the the bra you had on. it was was once soaked in blood and now the lace was starting to dry to your skin.

“i barge in, bleed all over your kitchen and your now you’re putting clothes on my back.” you chuckled. blushing, kate moved to grab a dark rag, soaking it in water from the sink and handing it to you.

“don’t pass out, i’ll be right back.” kate disappeared to her bedroom. she rummaged around her closet choosing a pair sweatpants, a tank top and a button down flannel for you.

when she returned you had most of the blood wiped from your left shoulder around the area kate had worked, your left arm sitting limply in your lap.

“i can get your right side.” she offered, you thanked her and handed her the rag. she started where you had left off around your right collarbone. when she had finished everything visible and hesitated to dip lower to your cleavage.

“is this your excuse to touch my chest?” you airily joked, kate halted beginning to pull away. “if you’re uncomfortable,” you grabbed her wrist.

“relax kate, it was another joke. i am uncomfortable being covered in blood.”

“right.” kate breathed. you heaved yourself up arm reaching being you to unclip your ruined bra. kate’s eyes jumped up to your own as soon as she realized what you where doing, she only saw a glimpse of your chest but it was enough to make her cheeks flush.

“kate, you have to look at me if you’re going to help me.” she she blinked once.

“right.” she kicked herself as she repeated the same answer.

kate’s eyes nervously floated around the room and back to your chest as she helped you with the rest of the bra. rinsing the rag again she continued, then helping you turn so she could get the back of you. she she finished she used a clean hand towel to dry you off.

“this looks like fun.” yelena’s voice interrupted. neither of you heard her renter the apartment. kate jumped, while you didn’t make any movements to cover yourself, it was just yelena. you turned to see her standing in the bathroom door. kate was stuttering out nonsense before she formed a sentence.

“she was covered in blood.” kate settled on.

“it was very kinky.” you blurted. kate choked out a gasp while yelena laughed with you.

“and you were such a sourpuss on the way over, i wonder what changed?” yelena sarcastically asked suggesting to your current lack of clothing.

“did you get him?” you ignored her. she nodded.

“but he’s got a trail of goons we need to track down. we should head out tomorrow.”

“she just got shot.” yelena shrugged.

“i am a widow and my other arm works fine.” you shrugged the good shoulder. “i can still shoot.” you wiggled your right fingers in her face. kate blinked.

“hey kate, you can put a shirt on her now.” yelena was trying to embarrass you both. you felt your face warm as you looked to kate who was fumbling with the tank top helping pull it over your head.

“and as a thank you, i’ll promise that she can come back and be naked for you when she’s not bleeding out.”

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first kate fic be gentle ,, 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 - 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𓉸

♡ bones

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DO IT LADY

i’ve been saying do it lady for an entire week

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when the entire fic is posted in small font

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excuse me for stating the obvious but like. james gunn outright calling superman an immigrant and doubling down on it when he got backlash (because he IS an immigrant, that's the point of superman) + the in-movie dialogue of "aren't you going to read me my rights?" "you're an extraterrestrial, son. you haven't got any rights to read." + the violence of his arrest and how they torture and mistreat him unapologetically, all under the guise of "protecting america", in a film releasing during the onslaught of violent ICE kidnappings and abuse... yeah it's really no wonder right-wing knobheads are crying about this being woke. they're being forced to look directly at the reasons one of the most notorious heroes of all time would not be on their side. and that's only ONE of the reasons this movie covers