#Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova

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came up with this idea and now i can't get it out of my head lol so nat saves and adopts a teenage reader but when yelena finally meets the reader she hates her guts bc she feels like nat loves her more/has replaced her ( i imagine yelena in her 20s so not that much older than the reader) and like during a sparring session or something yelena takes it too far and like breaks the reader's arm so nat obviously blows up at her but then they eventually talk about their feelings and then yelena apologizes to the reader for acting so immature and cruel to them

Fight for affection

Summary: aka jealous Yelena has a one sided fight with a teenager.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader, sisters Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova, Yelena Belova x teen!reader

Warnings: mean Yelena, purposeful hurting

Word count: 1983

a/n: best sister ever

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @strangegardentaco @natashamaximoff69

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Very nervous Y/N sits on the couch, moving her leg up and down as she waits for Yelena to arrive. She has never met the woman before, but Natasha has been waiting to introduce her two favourite people to each other, so, once Yelena found a free day to come over, they immediately made plans.

It doesn’t take long for Yelena’s car to park on the driveway. Natasha goes to open the door right away, while Y/N waits in the living room, taking some deep breaths to calm herself down.

She can hear the two talking, though she isn’t fully paying attention to it. Once they start walking towards her, she stands up with a smile on her face.

Natasha and Yelena stand before her, the latter looking confused. “Yelena, this is Y/N.” She gestures at the teen with a smile.

“Hi.”

There’s a silence. “She isn’t a baby?” Yelena whispers to Natasha, but due to their closeness Y/N can hear it clearly.

Now it’s Natasha’s turn to look confused. “Why would she be a baby?”

“I thought you adopted a baby.”

“I specifically told you I adopted a teenage girl.” An annoyance grows in Natasha, not wanting to have this kind of conversation in front of her daughter.

Yelena scoffs. “Well, you can’t blame me for not hearing that. You said you adopted someone, and then I lost focus because I started thinking what to buy to a baby.”

Natasha lets out a harsh breath, but she brings a smile to her face once she notices Y/N’s tense body language. “Well, she’s not a baby.” She whispers quickly before going to set her arm over Y/N’s shoulders, bringing her closer. “This is Y/N, she is 16 years old, and I adopted her.” A proud smile adorns her face as she looks down at her daughter.

“Hi.” She says again, bringing a slightly shaky hand forward. “It’s nice to meet you, Yelena.”

A tense silence follows. Yelena has a frown on her face, but it disappears quickly when she glances at Natasha. “Hey, you too.” Her voice doesn’t match the enthusiasm that Y/N has and the hand shake feels very forceful.

They move on quickly, going to sit down on the couch to talk. For the rest of the time they’re together, Yelena has a subtle glare fixed on Y/N, especially whenever Natasha touches her.

Her sister speaks so highly of this teenager, but Yelena doesn’t see what’s so great about her that she doesn’t have. They’re both grew up in a bad place, they both know how to fight, though Yelena would bet her whole fortune she’s better at it, and they were saved by Natasha. The biggest difference they have, is that Natasha has known Yelena so much longer. So, why does it seem like she care for the teenager more than her?

Once Yelena starts to leave, she is in a sour mood. It’s like the younger girl is flaunting Natasha’s love and care in front of her face.

“-sit us soon again?”

She lifts her head to look at Natasha. “Huh?”

Natasha lets out a laugh. “Will you come visit us soon again?”

“Right.” She sighs. “Maybe. I have a busy schedule.”

“Okay, we’ll see you at the compound some time then.” Natasha hugs Yelena. “Bye bye.”

“Bye, sestra.”

“Bye!” Y/N waves, half of her body hidden behind Natasha.

Yelena walks to her car, completely ignoring her.

The next time they meet up is at the Avengers Compound, and Yelena’s feelings have not changed. If anything, her hatred and jealousy have grown while having time to wallow in those feelings alone.

Natasha and Yelena are talking in the compound’s living room, while Y/N is sitting in silence, only following the conversation from the sidelines. She can feel Yelena’s dislike, but she is too afraid to comment on it.

“Hey, Nat?” Steve pops up from the hallway. “Could you help me out with a report now that you’re here?”

“Of course,” she stands up, “I’ll be back soon.”

The smile on Yelena’s face disappears when she notices the assurance was given to Y/N instead of herself. The jealousy bubbles to the surface once again.

“Y/N.”

Her wide eyes snap to Yelena. This is the first time she has been talked to by Yelena since they first met. “Yeah?” There’s a sliver of nervousness in her voice. A sliver, that Yelena can hear.

“Do you want to train together to pass the time?”

“Uhm,” she doesn’t, “I guess so.”

“Great!” The grin on Yelena’s face is unmistakable. “Follow me,” they start walking towards the training room, “the compound has the best supplies to train anything and everything you want.”

Once they get into the training room, Yelena leads Y/N straight to the mat placed on the middle of the room. Y/N feels the mat under her feet, it’s soft enough to make landings bearable, but it won’t take the pain completely away.

“You were trained in hand to hand combat when you were at HYDRA, yes?”

Y/N’s face screws up at the mention of the organization she was saved from. “Yes.”

Yelena gets into position, her hands raised and feet apart. “Good, then this won’t be a problem for you.” Before Y/N has time to prepare herself, Yelena is already lunging at her.

With a blink of an eye, she is on the ground. Y/N groans, looking up at Yelena with a frown.

“Come on!” Yelena claps her hands together. “Up, up, you gotta be ready.”

Y/N takes a breath and stands up, this time getting into position before Yelena can fully surprise her.

They start sparring.

It’s more like fighting, at least on Yelena’s side.

Y/N is good at fighting, but Yelena is better. She is older, she is bigger, and she was in the Red Room for a long time.

She gets slammed to the mat two more times before she starts panting, her hands on her knees. “I think I’m done.” Her voice comes out as a mumble.

“Come on! Don’t be a party pooper.” Yelena circles around her. “One more round, this time like you mean it.”

Y/N doesn’t have time to disagree. She desperately fight back against Yelena’s onslaught of hits and kicks.

After five minutes, she gets dropped to the ground, again.

She lays there on the ground, her breathing heavy and laboured. But Yelena doesn’t seem to be finished. There’s a certain fire in her eyes as she brings her foot up. Fear runs through Y/N’s body as her wide eyes are stuck on the bottom of Yelena’s boot.

A loud crack echoes through the training room.

Y/N cries out, rolling to her side to hold her now broken arm against her chest. Yelena’s eyes widen, shocked by what she did, though the feeling goes away just as quick.

Unfortunately for her, an immense feeling of guilt fills her body when a loud “Yelena!” comes from the door. Natasha comes running in, instantly kneeling to Y/N’s side. “What the hell was going on in your head?” She practically growls out while lifting up her daughter, shushing her in a comforting manner when she lets out a cry of pain.

Yelena opens her mouth to speak, though she doesn’t know what she could even say, but a harsh glare from Natasha shuts her up. She stays in the training room while Natasha and Y/N leave to the medical room.

After three excruciatingly long hours of pacing in her room, a knock on the door finally breaks the silence. Yelena opens the door, instantly stepping to the side to let Natasha walk inside.

“What were you thinking?” Natasha’s arms are crossed over her chest as she stares at her sister with an icy glare. “She’ll be okay, thank god for that, but she has a broken arm, Yelena.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

Natasha shakes her head. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it now. You’ve been incredibly cold to her, and I chalked it up to nerves, but this,” her brows are raised as she gestures around, “this is unacceptable. She’s my daughter, Yelena. I can’t have you around her if you’re going to hurt her.”

“I won’t!” Her eyes are turning misty from tears and her voice wavers. “I- I don’t know what came over me. I was feeling…jealous…and, and insecure.”

“Why?”

Yelena tugs at the skin on her fingers, at times pressing her nails against her palm as her eyes drop to the ground. “I was scared you’d love me less.” A few tears fall down her cheeks at the confession.

A deep sigh leaves Natasha’s mouth. She rubs the space between her brows. “I love you, Yelena, I would never love you less. But I also have so much love for Y/N, she is my daughter.” There’s no anger in her tone anymore, but there’s a certain steadiness to make sure Yelena fully hears her. “I love both of you so, so much.”

Yelena nods. “I’m sorry.”

“You need to apologize to her.” Natasha mumbles, combing her fingers through her hair. “I’m really upset right now, so I’m going to leave.”

“I’ll make it up, okay?”

Natasha opens the door. “Make it up by treating my daughter well, be genuinely nice to her. You hear me? She is my daughter, that means she is your family too.”

“She’s my niece.” Yelena whispers with a nod, fully absorbing the words. She hurt her niece.

After Natasha leaves and Yelena has a minute to gather herself, she makes her way to the infirmary.

She knocks on the door gently, opening it after she hears a quiet come in. Yelena steps inside. “Hey.”

Y/N lifts her head. “Hi.” She scratches the cast on her arm, her eyes anywhere else but Yelena.

Clearing her throat, she takes a few careful steps inside, stopping beside the hospital bed. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, truly.” She whispers, her eyes on Y/N. “I was an asshole, an insecure and jealous asshole, who was scared that her sister would love me less because she got a daughter.” She lets out a butter laugh. “Which was very stupid of me, because I know Natasha isn’t like that.”

“She’s pretty great.” Y/N whispers.

“She is.” Yelena sits on the chair next to the bed. “She is my sister and you are her daughter, which makes you my niece. And…I’ve always wanted a niece, even though it might not be obvious from the way I’ve acted. I want to be what Natasha was to me for someone, except a little more fun, you know? I’d let you break the rules and drink a little bit and I’d teach you how to run away from the cops.”

Y/N giggles softly, glancing at Yelena every so often, but never looking at her for too long.

“Could we start over, maybe? I could be the aunt that you deserve.” There’s a silence as Y/N stares at the cast while biting the inside of her cheek. “You don’t have to be scared of me.” Yelena whispers. “Which I know is a stupid thing to say after I-“ she glances at the cast, “after I broke your arm.”

“Yeah.” She lets out a shaky breath. “I’m a little scared of you, but I’d like to have an aunt.” Y/N raises her head, giving Yelena a small smile.

Yelena smiles back, wider than ever. She inches closer to the edge of the seat, gently setting her hand on Y/N’s healthy hand. “I will make it up to you, I promise. I’ll spoil you so much.” She grins, already excited with the idea of buying things to her niece.

“Okay.” She laughs, already feeling better despite her broken arm.

[alpineglow]

could you write about Natasha struggling with flash-backs from Dreykov.

And Yelena who's [I love her] like woe me etc. Doesn't notice until one day, they're having a sleepover and Natasha wakes up screaming at Dreykov to stop.

Angst, hurt and comfort 😌

oh I absolutely adore this idea, thank you so so much for submitting it!! Sorry it took so long too! <3 I drew on some of my experiences with anxiety to add a touch of realism. Side note: trying to figure out how to tag this for Tumblr kills me because I'm used to 'x' meaning a romantic pairing ;-;

It Comes Back in Whispers

Ship (Kind of?): Natasha Romanoff & Yelena Belova Word Count: 1,225 words Description: Even the strongest of soldiers have their pasts come back to haunt them when they're down. Warnings: Depictions of PTSD, anxiety, nightmares. Mentions of torture, and other adult themes.

Natasha was many things. Strong, intelligent with a good heart. Sometimes that good heart got in the way of what was good for her, though. Yelena had been in the back of her mind for a little over a decade - before she had been recruited by SHIELD, even. So, obviously, when she had the chance to have her sister back, the chance to return the family she had missed so sorely, she jumped on it. Although, however smart Natasha may be, she couldn't have predicted how incorporating Yelena so wholly would affect her.

"Natasha, do we have any more of those macaroni and cheeses? Those ones I actually like from the good supermarket?" Yelena asked from the kitchen, rifling through one of the pantry cabinets.

Natasha was sat at the dining table, hunched over her laptop to sort through whatever bullshit emails had been sent to her. She made no move to acknowledge Yelena.

"Hey! 'Tasha!" Yelena said, turning on her heel to wave at her sister, who in turn jolted slightly and looked up at her sister.

"I'm listening!" she said, pulling the lid of her laptop to half shut, resting her chin on the base of her palm. Though Natasha tried to listen, straining herself to focus on Yelena's movements, and whatever the hell she had been saying about macaroni and cheese, her mind was wandering. Rather obviously, at that.

Yelena groaned suddenly, slamming the pantry shut and pulling open a different cabinet.

"What?" Natasha asked incredulously, blinking.

"Whatever! I'll make popcorn instead. Go pick out a movie, would you? And please, don't make me sit through one of those shitty-"

Natasha perked up, smiling at her sister's comments, though the end of the sentence had faded away by the time Yelena left for the living room. She remembered fondly how excited Yelena had been in the morning, when Natasha texted her for a sleepover. Obviously, her sister had played it down at first, but conceded as she always did. Truth be told, Yelena spent most of her time at her sister's apartment. When she wasn't gallivanting through the world, that is.

With a heavy sigh, Natasha reached a hand out to pull the lid of her laptop shut. Politics and Avengers could wait, certainly when the living room beckoned her.

Yelena had already gathered what was damn near every blanket and pillow in the house, arranging them gracefully across the couch to be snatched up by either sister. The girl had shocking efficiency, considering she was still in the kitchen popping the popcorn. Natasha knelt by the console the TV was perched on, pulling out one of her drawers to her vast movie collection. DVD after DVD, most she'd thrifted for a dollar over the years. Her index finger ran across the spines. Disney movies, action, adventure, thriller, you name it. It was there. Though this time around, her gaze strayed dutifully from the small smattering of horror titles she owned.

"What are you feeling tonight," Natasha called over her shoulder to the kitchen. Yelena popped her head in the doorway, squinting at her sister.

"Something fun- oh! What about that one with the Amanda girl? What was it called?"

"She's the Man?"

"Yes! Let's watch She is the Man," Yelena replied excitedly, slinking away just as quickly as the microwave timer beeped. Natasha huffed a laugh, shaking her head as she withdrew the DVD from her collection, bumping the drawer shut with her foot once she stood.

The player whirred to life as she turned it on, emitting that dull electric hum that most older electronics did. It was nostalgic, and tended to remind her of Ohio. The good parts, that was. Natasha pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her hands, rubbing them together. A chill had passed over her, despite the warmth of the apartment.

"Are you ready?" Yelena half-sung excitedly, striding over to her side of the couch to pull some of the blanket pile over her, only after setting the popcorn on the coffee table.

Natasha didn't think to dignify her sister with a response, other than a playful roll of her eyes as she placed the DVD into the player. It was a real find at the thrift - one of the fancier models that had an autoplay that skipped the slew of out of date movie trailers and theme park advertisements at the beginning of every DVD.

She walked back to settle on the opposite side of the couch to her sister, pressing play on the remote before setting it down on the coffee table, pulling her own blanket over her lap. Absentmindedly, her hands fidgeted with the edge of the blanket.

"This is going to be great," Yelena chuckled, taking a fistful of popcorn from the bowl.

---

When Yelena came to, the room was dark, save for the DVD menu screen playing on repeat. Blearily, she reached for her phone.

4:31AM

Shit. Yelena groaned softly, running a hand over her face. There was a quiet ache in her middle back forming, one she knew would only worsen with time. Punishment, for falling asleep during movie night.

She was distracted from her internal lament as the figure laying on the couch half a metre away from her thrashed. Adrenaline flushed through her on instinct as Yelena pulled herself upright. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, catching the profile of her sister in the TV glow. How her eyes were screwed shut, her arms taught to her body. A nightmare.

"Natasha," Yelena whispered, leaning forward to gingerly avoid her sister's still moving limbs. The rhythm of it stuttered for a moment though.

"Natasha," Yelena said again, a little louder this time. Her hand reached out to rest on Natasha's shoulder. The woman's eyes flew open, Yelena knowing well enough to withdraw her hand quick enough to avoid an arm bar.

"Sister, it's just me. It's just me, relax," she cooed, sitting down on the couch beside Natasha as the other woman pushed her face into her hands, shoulders shuddering but no sound coming out.

"It's ok," Yelena murmured. She remembered the first time it had happened, about a month after she had returned. She hadn't been so well practiced then. But still, six months after the last, it was hard to fall back into the fluid motions of comfort.

Natasha took a stuttering breath in, forcing herself to roll her shoulders back. Forcing the confidence to ward off the anxiety that gripped at her throat and clawed at her lungs. There was a pain in her expression, physically and emotionally. Yelena sat quietly, giving her the time to gather herself.

A few minutes passed. Natasha's breathing had returned to some semblance of normal, but was still heaving in its tone. Greedy intakes of breath to fight an invisible enemy.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Yelena asked quietly, stealing glances at Natasha's side profile.

"No," Natasha said resolutely after a few moments. Then she exhaled. "The usual."

Yelena nodded with a dark hum. Dreykov, then. Her hand came up to rest between Natasha's shoulder blades, gently at first before becoming a more grounding touch. Without a word, Natasha shifted over, wrapping her arms around Yelena and squeezing.

"He's gone. He isn't hurting me. He isn't hurting you."

Natasha simply nodded, and squeezed a little tighter.

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Requests are open!

Cross posted to my AO3

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A banger...

Baby, Don’t Kill Him

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

Clint Barton x Step-daughter!Reader

Please, Don’t Go. (Part 2) | 3,651 Words

"Baby... Wake up..."

You groaned, rolling over in the bed to hide from the light seeping in through the windows.

"Five more minutes..." You mumbled, and Yelena chuckled at your grumpy state, finding you absolutely adorable.

"You said that ten minutes ago moya lyubov'." She laughs out, and uses her immense strength to flip you over and straddle your lap.

"Oh my God! It burns!!!" You shriek, as you dramatically move to block out the sun, and she falls against you in a fit of laughter.

———

You wrap your arms around her, and smile, more than happy to have been able to brighten your girlfriends mood as she's been rather down in the dumps as of late.

"I love you..." She whispers, an air of vulnerability visible in her features as she now hovers her face above yours.

You move your hands up to her neck, scratching ever so lightly, then pull her face down to yours for a sweet kiss and she sighs against your lips.

"I love you too, my darling girl..." You mumble as her lips eventually release yours.

"I'm going to miss you." She whimpers out, as she finally situates her body atop of yours comfortably, nuzzling her face into your neck.

"Are you sure you can't come with? I'd really love for you to finally meet my family."

"I've got some business to handle, but maybe I can still make it, just depends on how difficult this job ends up being."

"What business? I still have yet to see where you work."

"Freelancing darling, I do whatever I'm offered within my acquired skillset." She quips, winking down at you, then jumps up out of the bed before you can push the issue.

"Yeah, yeah..." You grumble, as she laughs at your irritation.

She then peaks her head back out of the bathroom, as she smirks mischievously your way.

"How about one last shower for the road?" She quips, as she not so subtly drops her towel from her body, and you leap out of the bed, nearly tripping on the blankets on your way to her.

Your girlfriends secretive nature should bother you, but you've spent your life immersed in secrets, so you let it roll off your back with relative ease.

It's not like you don't have secrets too...

—

Your mom had you young, and the man she created you with was gone as fast as he came...

Due to the nature of your mother, and eventual fathers line of work, your whole history is a jumbled up, fabricated mess. As far as single mothers go, you were blessed with the kind that coveted your existence, no resentment was ever present. Once she'd settled down with Clint, you were about eight years old, and much to her shock you were rather accepting of the man. It didn’t take long for him to take you under his wing, and show you the ropes of archery. He'd eventually entered the Avengers initiative, and your mom retired once the two of them started having kids of their own, Fury was able to help hiding them much better than your mom did you.

You grew up in SHIELD, so really, you are nothing but a vessel of overheard secrets.

Yelena and you had originally planned to spend the next few days together before you headed home, and she got to work. However, your father—well, the man you call dad, had called you to ask you to take your younger siblings home. He'd run into some trouble in the city, and desperately needed them gone. You weren't due home for another week—when it's appropriate to return for the holidays, but you'd be damned if you'd let your younger siblings get caught up in the mess that follows him around.

—

Lila and Nate were blessed with soundproof earphones in the back, you sadly had to be exposed to the radio your brother controlled by way of aux cord.

"Coop, so help me God, if you play another Green Day song, I will make you walk the next fifty miles home. Maybe then you’ll discover your boulevard of broken dreams, yeah?." You groan out, not entirely thrilled with your brother's newfound Pop Punk phase.

He lightly smirked, as you caught it from your peripherals, then changed over to Linkin Park, you fought the urge to wrench the wheel of the car to pull off onto the shoulder, but you'd decided to plot his demise somehow else.

Once you pulled up, your mom ran out to greet you all, then once the kids went indoors you'd seen the unintentional scowl take over her features.

"I'm sure dad will make it home for Christmas mama, don't you worry." You attempt to quell her obvious thoughts, and then pull her into your arms.

"I'm so grateful to you, you're my rock, and that's just not fair." She sighs against your chest, as you're slightly taller than her, and you move to place a comforting kiss to her temple.

"It's always been you and me mama, I don't mind being your rock."

"I'm supposed to be yours..."

"You are! We're each others." You relay, as you hold her that much tighter, before heading inside with her.

—

As the lonely days drug on, you'd become painfully aware of the unfolding mess your father found himself in. His actions during the blip seemingly catching up to him, and you can't help but feel saddened for him all over again. He'd gone through five years with no hope of ever seeing his family again, then at the first sign of it, he had lost his best friend in the most brutal way.

Blipping was such a weird concept for you...

You'd been on the phone with your girlfriend of a month at the time, while sitting in your bedroom from your teen years back at the farm. Freelancing had taken your newfound lover across the world, so you decided visiting back home would be a great idea. One second Yelena's telling you about this 'really cool' food she'd just tried, while your dad was showing Lila how to use his trusty bow; then the next second you're coughing harshly as a layer of dust clouds your room, and your greeted with deafening silence.

You'd looked to your phone, finding it beyond dead, so you had plugged it in then raced downstairs in search of clarity. Your moms glossy gaze locked on yours, then yours dropped to the TV hers looked up from.

"All Those Blipped, Suddenly Re-emerging on the Streets After Five Long Years."

Even though you'd only been together for a month, your mind went straight to your girlfriend. You raced up the stairs, sending off a slurry of texts to her, then your dad, then your favorite human—Natasha.

After hours of waiting, your beaten down father had made an appearance at the front door. He was covered in dirt, and blood, and his eyes were swimming with despair. Once he'd gained a semblance of his current reality, he broke down in your mothers arms. His broken sobs were hard to decipher, but you heard 'she's gone' loud and clear.

Finding out that your 'Auntie' Nat, had sacrificed her life for the world broke your heart in two. The same world that did nothing to deserve her sacrifice. The both of you were only six years apart in age, so the bond had always been a bit stronger than with your younger siblings, she was truly your best friend.

Yelena had called you the following day, in tears of her own, and you jumped at the possibility of seeing her. The reunion was intense, and you could tell she'd clearly lost someone in this mess as well. Vulnerability wasn't something you expected from her so early on, as her walls were so clearly built up when you'd met, so you just chose to hold her incredibly close.

Two years later and you two are happier than ever, and she's all but moved into your apartment in New Jersey.

—

They always tried to leave you out of their messes, but you were always at the ready to help in anyway you could. So when you heard your mom mention that along with his onslaught of enemies past, that Natasha's younger sister is also after your father you couldn't seem to pinpoint why.

When Clint called the next time, you'd tapped into the call, with the skills Natasha had lended to you. He muttered out two words that stopped your heart, your beautiful girlfriend, the absolute love of your life, the one you'd planned to bring home this week, was the same Widow trying to kill your father.

Your mind went into a full blown spiral…

You were dating a 'former' Widow?

Natasha's little sister nonetheless?

God.. If she were alive she'd probably kill you... or her…

Freelancing?!...

Freelancing to her essentially equated to assassinating, and in the grand scheme of things that honestly makes sense because of where she came from. Natasha had told you all about her little sister back in Ohio, the beautiful little blonde girl full of hope, and promise. She also told you their heart wrenching story, and she'd even called you to tell you all about how she was able to find her again. The thing is, she'd never given her full name, only ever speaking in Russian pet names, and a simple mumbling of 'Lena,' so the revealing all comes crashing down on you in the moment.

The only solution, you fear, is for you to find her, and hope that outing yourself as his honorary daughter, and Natasha's best friend, doesn't cost you the love of your life. So, in the middle of the night you'd slipped out of the farmhouse, and set off on your way to NYC, as your mom watched from her bedroom window in absolute horror.

She wasn't stupid, she'd put the puzzle pieces together ages ago on who you were dating, and then she heard your breath hitch on the phone earlier, so she's highly aware of where you're headed. Part of her knows you're right to go, but she just hopes it's not at the cost of your life and or your happiness.

—

The whole drive to NY, you'd been reliving moments with Yelena over the last two years that could make it all make sense. She'd even talked about Natasha, after finally relinquishing information on the loss she'd dealt with, and you'd never put it together. In retrospect, it all adds up now. Her older sister, the one full of spunk, with a fierce need to protect, and a massive heart.

Your calls to her went straight to voicemail, same to be said with your dad. So, after a little bit of hacking, once again taught to you by Nat, you'd been able to reach his protege—stalker—who was able to fill you in on the plan.

The gala wasn't something you'd prepared for, but you'd used your trusty credit card, and purchased a gorgeous green suit, and just beneath it you wore Natasha's old mission suit. Once you entered, you felt every hair on your body stick up, just knowing deep down you were surrounded by a crap ton of dangerous criminals. Kate had told you everything—that girl really does talk a lot—you chuckle at the thought that your dad's probably turned his hearing aid off when she gets carried away.

So, you definitely knew that though Yelena's to be expected, she's not even their focus. Everything moved rather quickly, and the fight was absolutely brutal. Once the onslaught of arrows had slowed, you got closer, and that's when you saw Yelena fighting with your father.

She'd looked incredible, with her tightly fitting mission suit, and her hair in a tight braided bun. The streetlights had caught her face just right, and your heart absolutely melted. Then you heard your father grunt, and got pulled back to reality, as you saw her punt kick the man across the ice.

"Baby, don't kill him!" You shout, but you can tell she doesn't hear you, or she just doesn't want to, you're not entirely sure.

You carefully ran across the ice, trying to not slip, but that didn't matter as Yelena—without even looking up, had shot off her widow bites.

You couldn't tell if it was the insane amount of electricity coursing through your body, or the slamming of your body into the ice that hurt more, but either way, your body was in an overwhelming amount of pain.

Clint had sparingly glanced up, and his face contorted into obvious angered shock at the sight of your seemingly unconscious body.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" He shouts through the pain, as he clutched at his obviously broken ribs, and ignores the gun Yelena has pointed at his head to crawl over to you.

The sound of your name threw her off, so she'd looked up to see you laid out cold on the ice. Her pistol holding hand stuttered, as she swiftly holstered it to run over to you.

"Y/N? Detka?! Why are you here? Please say something..."

Clint's eyes widened in shock, but he said nothing, as he realized now that you had some sort of plan. He’d been more concerned by your seemingly unconscious state, seeing as how you have a heart condition that you’re on beta-blockers for.

The pain was debilitating, your heart was fluttering rapidly, but her warm, soft hands on your face, and the vulnerability in her voice was enough motivation to coax you through it.

"Lena... Why are you trying to kill my dad?" You groan out, and her hands still, you slowly open your eyes to see her sullen face.

It hurts when you can clearly see the sheer feelings of betrayal flash across her face, but you expected it. You go to sit up, but the both of them push you back down by your shoulders.

"Stay down Y/N, this fight doesn't concern you." Yelena says, and her gaze slightly hardens.

"No, it doesn't..." Clint seems to agree.

"Please stop, both of you! This is the last thing Natty would ever want." You shout, then groan as a residual shockwave runs through your body.

"Natty?" Yelena questions in bewilderment.

"Yeah, a little birdie told me you're my best friend's sister.."

"I thought Barton was her best friend."

"That's what we let him think, but really it was me." You chuckle out, and your dad playfully nods in agreement.

"You know, she'd talked about you all the time, but she used nicknames so I hadn't put it all together." You groan out, as you move to sit up, and your father scoots behind you to cushion you.

You send him back a grateful smile, that drops in an instant as she lifts her pistol once more.

"Yelena, baby, don't. Just listen to me."

"No! You don't get to call me that, you've been the enemies child all along. He killed her! My sister is dead because of him!"

Her words cut right through you, and you’re not sure if your heart skipping was because of the previous electrical shock, your heart condition, or her sudden anger towards you. Truth be told, it was probably all three, but regardless, you’re going to clean this mess up.

"Okay, fine, Yelena it is." You sigh out dejectedly.

"So… I'm an honorary Barton, that's why I'm assuming your look into my past that you clearly must've made led you nowhere significant. My lineage is fabricated to a deceased elderly couple in Minnesota. I didn't lie to you though, I told you all about my living parents, and I'd had every intention of bringing you home to meet them this week..."

Her hardened gaze didn’t waver, nor did the nausea in your stomach, or the fluttering in your chest.

"Now, Yelena, I guess this is the part where I have to inform you that you got it all wrong. Whoever your source is lied to you, the manipulative bastards used your own loss and pain against you. My father here had no part in killing Nat, she regretfully gave her life of her own free will. It was the only way she could bring back all that was lost. My dad here tried desperately to stop her, he dangled over the side of a cliff, clinging to his hold on her but she never relented. She's stubborn like that, and I know you know I'm right. Natasha was only moving to ensure that the people she loved got to live on, that they got to return... I'm sorry..."

"No! She never would've left me behind... Not again..."

Your metaphorical heart breaks along with your physical at the broken tone, and emergence of tears on her face.

"Lena... Sweet angel, Tasha didn't leave you behind, she's smarter than that, she knew you had someone on your side. Whether that had been Melina, or the widows you saved along the way, hell, maybe she even knew about us. I doubt it though, because she would've scolded both of us if she had." You lightly chuckle out the last bit, imagining the consistent fire behind her gaze whenever she'd been worried for you, being set on you instead for once.

"Either way, Clint here is innocent." You continue.

Your father was looking at you with a quirked brow, not exactly believing your words, and Yelena scoffed venomously. Neither of the two had noticed your physical changes, both rather distracted by their own heightened emotions.

"Innocent?! You call what he's done free of charge?"

"No, what he's done isn't free of sin, but it's not like he was out there killing saints. He killed ruthless thugs, though rather brutally, he was grieving the same way you are now. Spilling blood over your grief is never the answer though, and you should clearly understand him as your guns pointed at his head over Natasha. The same person who pulled him away from the monstrosity's and also in the end gave her life for his... Natasha is honorable, truly, and this is the last thing she’d ever want. She loved you with all her heart Yelena, and all she’d ever wanted was for you to live a prosperous life. So, just go on, and do that for her…"

You could feel your body was weakening by the minute, but if this is how you go, then so be it. At least your mom won't be alone, and your precious siblings will still have their father. A rather large cough, followed by a wheeze leaves your body, and your father stiffens beneath you, as he begins to fear the worst. Yelena has no clue about the long QT Syndrome, as you keep that to yourself, so she’s not all too concerned in the moment.

Yelena’s stance readjusts as she seems dead set on shooting him, but then your father takes over for you, and whistles the tune you’d once heard Natasha do.

“How do you know that?” Yelena chokes out, and you calm at the realization that your dad had it in the bag all along.

“Y/N’s not lying… That’s your secret whistle with Nat, she really did talk about you all the time. All she could think about was that you were safe, and that never changed Yelena. She loved you, she always wanted you safe.”

“I loved her so much…” Yelena sobs out, and you feel a tear flow down your cheek at the same time.

“Me too…” Clint mutters, as he drops his gaze to your distant one, and panic instantly floods his system.

“You guys had so much time with her…” She continues to sob out, not registering your fathers sudden fear ridden face.

“Y/N, sweetheart, can you hear me?” He panics, then lowers your body to the ice, and taps at your cheek as Yelena’s just now registering that something is off with you.

“Papa, I don’t feel so good..” You whimper in confusion.

Clint’s heart skips a beat at the utterance, you hadn’t called him that in nearly a decade, and you only ever did it when you were sick.

“Detka, hey, what’s wrong? Please, tell me what’s wrong, I’m sorry I yelled at you. Nothing’s your fault, I’m—please, what’s going on?! I love you so much, I’m so sorry, please…”

“I love you too, it’s okay Lena, you’ll be okay…” You murmur as your eyes flutter closed, and a heart wrenching scream tumbled passed her lips.

Clint nearly vomits at the words flying out of your mouth, as the deja vu nearly topples him over, and he tells the medical services exactly where to find you.

“No!! I most certainly will not be okay! Fanny, and Gus will not be okay! No… I can’t-I won’t lose you too..” She shouts out, slowly moving into a sob as her teary eyed face hits your chest.

Clint leans down to scoop you up, to get you off the ice for the EMT’s, but Yelena pushes him away. She does it herself since he’d ended up with broken ribs, but more so because she refuses to not be touching you.

Once she lays you in the grass, she looks to Clint for clarity, but your body starts to shake. Clint rolls you to your side, but then you go limp under his hold, and he registers that your heart has stopped.

“No… No, absolutely not!” He cries out, while moving to perform CPR, and Yelena crawls backwards, pulling her knees to her chest, and begins to rock herself in an attempt to calm down.

“Baby… Wake up…” She continues to cry out, with her eyes tightly shut, as the sounds of sirens slightly pours into her pounding ears.

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[alixandra-multifandom-version]

Writing fanfiction isn't enough anymore I need that character to kiss me breathless

[cthulhus-curse]

‎‧₊˚✧ Marvel Women Spicy Links ✧˚₊‧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Wanda Maximoff

Wanda riding your strap

Wanda torturing your pussy

Teasing submissive Wanda’s nipples

Sucking Wanda’s tits

Wanda eating you out

Wanda touching you whenever she wants

Fingering Wanda as she calls you ‘daddy’

Being a good pet for Wanda

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Natasha Romanoff

Playing with Natasha’s tits

Fingering submissive Natasha

Natasha being obsessed with your clit

Fingering submissive Natasha pt. 2

Natasha fucking you through your panties (Nat has a penis)

Natasha using her strap on you

Mutual masturbation with Natasha

Using your strap on Natasha

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kate Bishop

Kate sucking your fingers

Kate being mesmerized by your tits

Fingering Kate in a cute outfit

Playtime with dominant Kate

Pussy slaps with Kate

Fucking Kate while wearing a ghostface outfit

Strapping Kate while she wears a cute outfit for you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Agatha Harkness

Agatha dressing you up in a cute outfit + fingering you

Tribbing with a very vocal Agatha

Top butch Reader + bottom femme Agatha

Agatha using her strap on you

Agatha being obsessed with your strap

Agatha pouring hot wax on you as a punishment

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Yelena Belova

Dry humping with Yelena

Yelena using her strap on you

Yelena + tribbing

Yelena using you however she pleases

Yelena worshipping your pussy

Giving Yelena head

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[gazpachito]

the MMA au no one asked for

(close ups under the cut)

[romanoffshouse]

Yelena: Would you slap your best friend for a thousand bucks?

Natasha: I would slap Y/N for free.

Y/N, tearing up: I’m your best friend??

[rach-maximoff]

Wanda: Are you vegetarian?

Natasha: No, I’m Scorpio.

Yelena: Nat, you’re Sagittarius.

Y/N: I thought she was Russian.

[fiorencepughs]

well now i’m crying

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hi, I know this is 2 years after you wrote it, but I just found the piece you wrote between Kate Bishop and Natasha’s Daughter Reader. ‘A goddess’. What can I say. I found myself liking the idea and as I was reading it through. I realised I would be curious to see a part 2 if you were up for it. No doubt along the lines of Yelena finding out Kate is dating her niece. Let’s just say the whole concept with Clint finding out was amusing and wondered how it would then play out with Yelena.

A goddess | 2

Summary: Mysterious girl with an assassin mother.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!Romanoff!reader, Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader, Yelena Belova x niece!reader

Warnings: mother bear Natasha, auntie bear Yelena

Word count: 1516

a/n: I actually started writing a second part two years ago but then kinda forgot it :DD

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @natashamaximoff69 @scarsw1fe

masterlists | guidelines

All parts: part 1, part 2

”We’re home!” Y/N yells into the seemingly empty house, slamming the door shut after Kate steps inside.

“Kitchen.”

Y/N snorts at the short answer from her mother. “She doesn’t sound too excited.” Kate mumbles, taking off her shoes and jacket.

“She is.” Y/N reassures. “She’s just..cautious. You know how she is.” She mumbles quiet enough so her mother doesn’t hear.

The couple walk into the kitchen, where they see Natasha stirring a pot of mac and cheese while looking at her phone intently. “Why are you cooking?” Y/N frowns, looking at her mother’s mess of a braid.

“What? You’re the only one allowed to cook in this house?”

“I’m the only why knows how to cook.” She comments with a teasing grin that Natasha ignores with a roll of her eyes. “We’re going to my room.”

“No, no, no.” Now Natasha turns to look at them, though she mostly ignores Kate. “If you two want to spend time here, you do it on the living room.” She stares at Y/N with raised brows.

“Wh-“

“Living room, where I can see you two.” Natasha states. “Or, Kate leaves.”

Letting out a huff, Y/N grabs Kate’s hand and pulls her to the living room that is in the clear view of the kitchen. Kate sits on the couch with a perfect posture, her eyes straight forward, staring at the empty television screen.

“You can calm down.” Y/N whispers, bumping Kate’s shoulder with her own as she puts the television on.

“She’s staring at me.”

Y/N glances at Natasha. The woman is glancing at the two often, but she isn’t full on staring at them. “She’s busy cooking, for some reason.” She smiles, leaning against Kate. Their touches are always as innocent as possible around Natasha.

For the next hour or so they talk, quietly, and watch the television, until a knock on the front door interrupts them.

Frowning, Y/N turns to look at Natasha, who is cleaning her hands and about to go to the door. “Who is coming over?”

“Yelena.”

With widened eyes, she curses and stands up quickly, turning off the television. Kate is staring at her, starting to panic too. “What? What’s going on?”

“If you are afraid of someone in my family, be afraid of Yelena.” She whispers harshly, carefully listening to Natasha and Yelena’s voices by the door.

Kate’s eyes widens too as she stands up, her body rigid again. “Fuck, right, she’s your aunt.” She quickly starts brushing invisible dust off of her clothes. “Are you…going to tell her about us?”

“Of course not, she’d kill us both.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” Kate whispers to herself, taking a step back from Y/N so they wouldn’t be so close to each other.

Yelena and Natasha finally walk into the living room. “There’s my niece!” Yelena yells out with her arms wide. Y/N smiles, walking to her to be embraced by her aunt.

“Hey, Yel.” She lets out a giggle as she gets bear hugged. Once they pull away from each other, Y/N gestures towards Kate, who Yelena finally notices. “This is-“

“Kate Bishop!” Yelena grins. “I know you. You are an Avenger too.”

Kate’s eyes are widen when she gets addressed. “Uhh, yeah.” She nods a couple times too many to be considered normal. “Yeah, that’s…that’s me.”

“So shy this one, eh?” Yelena glances at Natasha, who answers by nodding with a small smirk on her face.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Y/N glares at her mom, not wanting Yelena to know about her relationship, not yet at least. She knows her aunt will always be supportive of her, but dating Kate Bishop, the young and reckless Avenger, would cause too much stress for her.

“Let’s go eat.” Natasha gestures for everyone to go to the kitchen. “I made enough mac and cheese to feed a town.”

“That’s why you’re my favourite sister.” Yelena’s sing songy voice makes Natasha roll her eyes.

Y/N and Kate glance at each other as the two adults go into the kitchen. They walk into the kitchen right after, taking their seats opposite of them. Natasha brings the pot to the table, opening the lid and putting a ladle inside. “Guests first.” Yelena picks the ladle right away, scooping a generous amount of food on her plate. “Yelena!”

“What?” She frowns, taking one more scoop just in case. “You said guests first.”

“I meant Kate. You basically live here.”

Yelena scoffs, already eating. “Whatever. Kate Bishop can wait.”

“Yes, I can wait.” Kate states with a tight lipped smile on her face. She takes the ladle for escape the looks she gets.

Y/N bumps her leg against Kate’s under the table, it’s meant to be a comforting touch, but it makes Kate spill some of the mac and cheese on the table.

“Shit!” Her face turns red. “Sorry! I didn’t…curse.” She clears her throat, eyes wide from as the mortification settles in her body.

Y/N stares at her, trying to give her some sort of subtle look to get a grip, but nothing hoes unnoticed by the two ex spies. “What’s going on here?” Yelena waves her fork between Kate and Y/N.

“Nothing!”

“I’m just a clutz!”

“They’re dating.”

A silence falls over the table. Kate and Y/N’s eyes are wide as they stare at smirking Natasha, the latter is glaring at her mother.

Yelena sets her fork down. “Say that again?”

“They’re dating.”

“Why is Kate Bishop dating my niece?” Yelena is staring at the couple with stern eyes, neither of them knowing if the question was directed at them. “Well?”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Because.” Is all she says, her arms crossed over her chest.

An extremely dramatic gasp leaves Yelena’s mouth. “Do not because me! I taught you how to sass, you aren’t supposed use it against me.” She furrows her brows, a look of betrayal on her face as she keeps her eyes on her niece. Y/N has always found her dramatics amusing, but they seem less fun when they’re directed at her.

“I don’t have to explain my relationship to you. To either of you.” She glances at both of them.

“Yes you do. You were supposed to tell me first, so I could scare your girlfriend around and then I’d help you tell Natasha.” Yelena states, having thought this situation through many times. “Why was I not the first one to know?”

“Because mom walked in on us.” Yelena’s whole face screws up. “No!” Y/N quickly points at her. “She walked in on us kissing, we were only kissing.”

Shaking away the disgusting thoughts, Yelena turns to Kate with a glare. “What are your intentions with my niece? Why are you dating her?”

Her eyes widen. “I-“ she looks between Yelena and Natasha, suddenly feeling like the room is overheating, “because I love her.”

“You love me?”

She turns to look at Y/N. “Of course I do.”

“This is how you tell my niece you love her for the first time?” Yelena gapes at her, the look on her face not getting any better. “Where are the flowers and romantic gestures?”

“Yelena!” Y/N groans, throwing a piece of napkin her way. It doesn’t fly far.

Kate’s mind is short circuiting, everything is happening so quickly. She doesn’t know whether to fear Yelena or continue confessing her love to Y/N. So, she stands up. “I can get flowers!”

“Sit down, Kate.” Y/N pulls her down back to the chair. “Everybody calm down. We are dating, neither you or mom can do anything about it, and that’s it.” She turns to Kate. “I don’t need flowers or romantic gestures, I love you too.”

Letting out a breath, Kate nods with a somewhat relieved smile. “Okay.” She nods and turns to Yelena. “I really love Y/N, and just like I told Natasha, I really hope to get your support to continue seeing her. I will never ever hurt her, I know you will hunt me down if I do.”

“Damn right I will.” Yelena mumbles. “Fine, Kate Bishop. But I will keep my eyes on you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Yelena gives her a look. “Miss. Belova, Yelena, I mean.” Kate coughs, downing half of her water so she wouldn’t keep talking.

“Kids these days.” She shakes her head and goes back to eating the mac and cheese like nothing happened.

Natasha, who preferred to enjoy the show rather than contribute to it, grins at Y/N. “Eat up honey, the food’ll get cold.”

“I will get back at you.” She mumbles, sending a soft glare at her mother’s way, though she really doesn’t mean it. “You okay?” Y/N sets her hand on Kate’s thigh.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Kate shoves a forkful of food in her mouth.

Y/N giggles and kisses her cheek, ignoring the the looks her mom and aunt give her. She starts eating, hoping the rest of Yelena’s visit would be less eventful.

[incorectquoteswlw]

Clint: Kate cut her hair

Nat: I feel like we've been through this

Clint: Pretty sure we have, how's Yelena taking it?

Nat: Not well

Nat: (reads from her phone in a monotonous voice) Kate Bishop had done the unspeakable and cut her hair. How dare she, was this a plan? A distraction? How can I focus on anything when she looks like this?

Clint: How are they both this bad at dating?

Nat: It gets better.

Nat: (reading again) I have never been so attracted to hair before, is it the hair or her? It is obviously her, what am I meant to do? Oh she sent another selfie.

Nat: (laughing) We're entering capslock now

Clint: She knows where the capslock is?

Nat: (reading) IT IS A SHOWER SELFIE. WETT HAIR? HOW AM I MEANT TO??? NATASHA HELP ME.

Clint: Kate just texted

Nat: What happened?

Clint: (reading) I think Yelena hates my hair?? She's mumbling in Russian and hasn't blinked in 3 minutes can Natasha come and help?

Nat: Oh no, she's too horny to function

Clint: Please can we go see her to bully her about it later

Nat: (standing up) what else were we gonna do?

[loislame84]

Natasha: so what’s your type?

Yelena: I do not have a type. I am just not interested in anybody.

Natasha: everybody has a type. Even you, sestra.

Yelena, rolling her eyes: strong, athletic, smart… someone I can spend some quiet time you know… just hanging out and listening to music.

*Kate enters the room accidentally tripping over the rug while holding Lucky bridal style but managing to not drop him*

Kate: lucky hurt his paw. I had to carry him back. I’m going to order him a pizza.

Yelena, with heart eyes: that one. I want that one.

Natasha: you continue to flabbergast me daily.

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N: no we’re not stopping until the Red Room is burned to its core

Melina: brave one. I see why you are dating them.

Natasha: it’s mostly for Y/N’s cuddles and the way they treat our baby

Yelena: you have a baby?

Y/N: she’s only three months old!

Y/N shows them a picture of a kitten…

Alexei: my grandchild is a cat?

Yelena: and you laugh because I want to own a dog!?

[makeitmakesomesense]

Hard To Find

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is from a ridiculous prompt from a lovely friend. It uses a lovely prompt from @taylorswiftmicrofic for the 14th of January, which is 'psycho'.

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You received a letter. It was simple, if a little formal. It had one request. 

You showed up obediently at the Shawarma place the very next day. Your heart in your mouth at the thought of seeing her. Two men walked in at the same time as you. You noticed the same letter clutched in the hand of the taller one. It made you nervous. 

You looked back down at the name signed on your letter. It steadied you. You would go anywhere for Natasha. You always would. If she wanted you. You’d be there.

The dimly lit establishment was empty. Only a young, blonde woman sat inside at one of the central tables.

The man to your right smiled as he looked around.

‘Wow.’ He said softly. ‘This place takes me back.’

The other man was too busy staring at the blonde woman. 

‘She found you.’ He muttered at last in a tight voice. ‘I told her it was psycho to go back there. But she did.’

The woman nodded simply. She seemed young, maybe in her mid-twenties. She had an unnerving composure, a perfectly controlled casualness. 

She reminded you of Natasha. Not in looks. But in the way she held herself. Not Natasha’s daughter. But definitely Natasha’s someone. 

Her long blonde braid was intricate and beautiful. It ached with the familiarity of someone who wasn’t here.

‘I know you were all expecting my sister.’ The woman said calmly. ‘She’s still on the run.’ 

Her eyes flickered between the men on either side of you. They shifted uncomfortably.

‘If she doesn’t want to be found -’ The bearded man started uncomfortably. 

The blonde woman rolled her eyes. Her petulance was undermined as she played nervously with the rings that decorated her fingers.

‘Of course, she wants to be found. Everyone wants to be found.’

The woman’s gaze turned to you. You felt the intensity behind her eyes. You met it readily. 

‘Just by the right people.’ The woman finished softly, her stare continuing to pierce you. ‘I’m Yelena.’ She introduced herself at last. 

You cleared your throat and answered with your own name. 

Steve Rogers introduced himself and then Clint Barton did. You only nodded as you processed their names. It felt a lifetime ago when she’d told you about them. 

You remembered Natasha, cross-legged on your living room floor. Eating take out chinese food and doing impressions of the other Avengers. The men she laughed at so easily that you knew she must love them,

‘You’re the closest thing she has to family.’ Yelena echoed, almost accusingly. ‘You are the people she loves the most.’ She paused and gave a dangerous smile. ‘Apart from me of course.’

‘I’m retired.’ Clint was the first to speak. His shoulders hung with a heavy kind of fatigue. A guilt that comes from inaction. ‘I can’t find her now. It would compromise my family. I thought Tash-’

Yelena cut him off. 

���Steve?’ 

You turned too, to look at the man on your right. You wondered how he’d managed to sneak successfully into the center of New York city. His name was on all the wanted lists right next to Natasha’s. And, now that you were looking at him, he was not the kind of man who could go unnoticed in a crowd. 

Steve smiled with inherent politeness.

‘I’ve found a safe place that might work.’ He offered carefully. ‘I’m staying there with some friends now. Natasha would be more than welcome -’

This time it was you who cut him off. 

‘Why isn’t she already there then?’ You felt yourself bite out. A thousand sleepless nights worrying about Natasha suddenly rearing up angrily. ‘If you’ve found a safe place to hide with your friends. Why isn’t she already there?’

Yelena hummed an approving noise and your focus turned back to her. She nodded at you in encouragement.

You felt a longing surge up inside you. The impossible one. The one you rarely let yourself feel. 

‘Of course.’ You choked out. ‘Of course. I’d love to see her. But. After everything that happened between us. I don’t think she’d ever want to see me again.

Your confession rang in the air and you felt the urge to cringe from it. The things that you couldn’t undo.

‘Natasha told me, don't worry. Let me worry about that.’ Yelena assured you, standing up from the table and stretching out her arms leisurely.

‘You two can go.’ She dismissed the men off-handedly, ignoring them with obvious disgust. 

Yelena offered you her hand to shake. You took it readily. You realised abstractly that this all might be a trap. There were a million and one variables that you hadn’t considered. 

You had a life. Not a very interesting one, admittedly. But you had a job, and a cramped apartment and two annoying roommates. 

You had a heart that was finally almost ready to heal. 

The restaurant door slammed shut behind Clint and Steve. You flinched, remembering the echo of another time.

After a moment, Yelena reached under the collar of her shirt. She pulled out the silver arrow charm on her necklace, letting it rest on full display again. 

You stared at it for a long moment. You realised the answer was simple. You loved Natasha. 

You were nothing like an Avenger. You knew nothing about survival. You knew her smile in the mornings. You knew the weight of her head on your shoulder. You knew the touch of her lips on your skin.  

Yelena watched the expression on your face. She patted you on the shoulder.

‘Come on. You look like you need an adventure.’ She encouraged simply as she walked you to the back door. 

Together, you climbed the rickety fire escape upwards. 

When you reached the roof, Yelena made a grand gesture towards the quinjet that she’d clearly landed there earlier. 

‘I’m glad that didn’t take long.’ She muttered as she unlocked the jet and welcomed you aboard. ‘I could not figure out the right button to make it invisible.’

You waited nervously in the middle of the jet as Yelena programmed in a flight path. You suddenly felt very out of control.

Once you were in the air, Yelena turned back to you. She grabbed your hand and pulled you down with her as she sat cross-legged on the hard ground. 

‘So, tell me what happened with you and my sister.’ She directed calmly.

You promptly exploded. You jumped immediately back to your feet.

‘You don’t actually know?!’ You hissed, rubbing your hand through your hair as you started to pace the small room.

Yelena waved her hand casually in the air. ‘Not specifics. Just that it didn’t work out.’

‘Oh my god.’ You felt yourself start to hyperventilate. Your hand covered your chest. ‘We need to turn this jet around. Oh my god.’

Yelena hopped back to her feet, grumbling a little about assassins having stiff joints. She grabbed your arms and forced your attention back to her.

‘Calm down.’ She ordered. 

You noticed abruptly that she was smaller than Natasha. You wondered vaguely how it was possible for her to be even scarier. 

‘It can’t be that bad.’ Yelena determined in a calming voice. ‘It really can’t. Just tell me what happened.’

‘We had a fight.’ You blurted out suddenly. Yelena’s grip loosened and she nodded for you to continue. ‘It was my fault. I told her she wasn’t letting herself be happy. Always putting other people first. Never trusting the people who cared about her.’

You gulped, feeling the burn of threatening tears. 

‘She, uh-. She left and it was bad. I thought we’d broken up. I was sure we had.’

You felt Yelena tense in front of you.

‘It had been nearly a month of radio silence.’ You whispered now. ‘And then Natasha showed up on my doorstep unannounced. She’d been called out on an undercover mission. That's why she hadn't answered. She hadn’t been ignoring me.’ 

You brushed a tear from your cheek. Loathing yourself as you repeated the story.

‘I was halfway through getting ready for a date when I answered the door. She took one look at me and she just knew.’

Yelena stared at you for a long moment. Her brow furrowed as she lost herself in thought. 

‘Okay.’ She said at last. ‘You’re right. Natasha might kill us both.’

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The quinjet landed in a small clearing in the middle of the Norwegian forest. Yelena hurried you out and turned you in the direction of a lone trailer in the near distance. She patted you on the back and it didn’t reassure you. 

You looked back to Yelena, trapped between the longing and the fear. 

Yelena’s gaze turned sad. She gave you a small shrug.

‘You’ve got to try.’ She told you.

You nodded, turning back to look at the trailer. She was right.

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You knocked on the trailer door. You were shaking. 

There was a noise inside the trailer and then silence. 

After a moment, the door opened. Natasha Romanoff stood there, a gun in hand. Her long red hair framed her face messily. Her dark, oversized hoodie made her look smaller than you remembered.

You watched her mouth fall open. 

You felt the longing inside you surge into its own creature. You tried to smile.

‘Hi -’  You started nervously. 

Natasha interrupted you with a sudden hug. You staggered slightly at the force of it. Her arms wrapped around you tightly. You swallowed the choking realisation that you were wanted.

Abruptly she pulled back. Her green eyes scanned yours worriedly. Her hand cupped your face, desperately tentative. 

‘Are you real?’ 

‘Yes.’ You felt the tears running down your cheeks. ‘And I’m so glad you’re safe.’

Natasha started crying too. She reached out shakily to find one of your hands. You watched her press her lips to your knuckles. You felt the warm breath on your skin as she found the courage to speak.

‘I thought you'd moved on. That day, when I came back.’ Natasha whispered at last. ‘I don’t. I never. I never wanted to get in the way.’

The fragments of your barely glued together heart fell apart again. 

You leaned forward and kissed Natasha carefully. Slow and lingering, it felt like coming home.

You let the aching longing become what it had always been. You pressed your forehead against Natasha’s. You listened to the sound of her shallow breaths. She squeezed your hand tightly. 

‘Natasha, you can't be in the way.’ You promised desperately. ‘You're everything I wanted to find.’

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siblings in marvel

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Thinking

*In the middle of a HYDRA base caught in a shootout*

Y/N: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yelena: Yes! And I agree, we should do it!

Y/N: Ewwww! You want to have sex with Natasha?? She's your sister!

Yelena: No! I thought you mean the missi- WAIT! YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT SEX WITH NAT?!?!