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sycamorelibrary754 · 1 year ago

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Happy Thanksgiving

Summary: You invite Natasha’s family to join you for Thanksgiving. Holiday cheer and a surprise awaits!

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Yelena Belova x reader (platonic), Alexei Alanovich Shostakov x reader (platonic) Melina Vostokoff x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: None

A/N: This was a fun one. Happy Thanksgiving!

When you first broached the subject with Natasha of inviting Yelena, Melina, and Alexi to your home for Thanksgiving, you weren’t sure how your wife would respond. True, things were better. Their relationship had gone through something of a healing process since they took down Dreykov and the Red Room together, but her family was still a lot to handle. Most of the team was going to Iowa to spend Thanksgiving with the Barton’s. Clint had gotten it into his head to deep fry the turkey this year. It was going to be can’t-miss-entertainment according to Sam. However, you and Natasha were looking forward to a more intimate holiday.

“You really want my family to join us for Thanksgiving?” Her eyes met yours as you snuggled up on the couch together.

“I think it could be really fun. Plus, you deserve to spend quality time with them that doesn’t involve death, destruction, or pigs,” you joked.

“You don’t like mom’s pigs?” She smirked.

No, love. I do. They’re adorable. Especially once Yelena made them those personalized piggy vests,” you giggled.

“Oh, yeah… Pests!” Natasha laughed recalling the image.

“So what do you think? A Romanoff family Thanksgiving?”

She thought for a moment before a smile reached her lips. “Okay, let’s do it. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think it could be fun,” caressing your cheek softly.

You went into planning mode upon receiving Nat’s approval and confirmation that all three were available and would be there with bells on. You were determined to make it a memorable holiday for everyone.

*^~^*

You left early to hit the grocery store the Monday before Thanksgiving. It was crucial to avoiding the out-of-stock items and the rush of “fucking annoying slowpokes who don’t know a shallot from an onion,” you eloquently informed your wife after wiggling out of her warm hold.

Nat mumbled something akin to, “See you later, detka,” her head buried in her pillow as you hurriedly put on your coat, scarf, and beanie and rushed out of the house. Your car keys and shopping list clenched purposefully in your fist.

*^~^*

The front door slammed shut a couple of hours later, alerting Natasha to your arrival.

“I’m home, love!” You called out.

“The conquering shopper has returned! How was the store?” Looking around at the mountain of groceries cluttered around you like presents under the Christmas tree.

“It was good! I managed to get everything on the list,” removing your warm attire and running your hand smoothly through your hair.

“I can see that, y/n. Did you leave anything for the other shoppers?” Nat smirked.

“This is all necessary for the traditional Thanksgiving feast I have planned for us,” you explained. “Your family has never had an American Thanksgiving, so I thought, why not go all out?”

Your wife stepped carefully around your grocery maze and wrapped her arms lovingly around your neck. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Not in the last twenty minutes,” jokingly glancing at the imaginary watch on your wrist before planting a tender kiss on her lips.

Natasha offered to unpack the groceries for you. Meanwhile, you set about creating a cooking timeline for the meal preparation. You were so in your element your wife couldn’t help but smile. As you typed away on your laptop, your adorable expression reminded her of your demeanor in the field. You were focused, engaged, and confident.

*^~^*

A creature of habit, Natasha awoke the following morning for her daily run. She groggily reached over to turn off her alarm until she realized the alarm hadn’t gone off. No, the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen tore her from her blissful sleep. Nat rolled over to your side of the bed only to find it empty. She groaned softly and sat up, cracking her neck and stretching her arms over her head as a yawn escaped her lips.

Natasha padded down the hall toward the kitchen, still clad in her pajamas and the fuzzy socks you bought her. She turned the corner to find you floating around the kitchen in a whirlwind—dishes in the oven and stove.

“Moya lyubov? You’re already in the kitchen?” Rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“No rest for the wary, sweetheart. I’ve got to get the pumpkin pie out of the way so I can get started on the sides by this afternoon,” you explained, fervently whisking your pumpkin puree into your custard mixture. You glanced around the counter like you were looking for something. “Oh, can you hand me those spice jars behind you?”

She picked up the cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger, stacking them precariously on top of one another like blocks before appearing at your side.

“Nicely done. You missed your calling as a professional Jenga player.”

“Take your damned spices,” she snarked.

You sprinkled the spice mixture into the filling and let it sit. “Okay,” you said, wiping your brow. “I just need to grab the pie crust out of the oven. It should be par-baked by now.”

“I got it, detka,” pulling on the oven mitts and removing the pan from the oven.

Perfect, now we’re just going to fill the crust,” carefully pouring the custard filling. “Then this is going back in the oven at 325 for 45-60 minutes.”

Nat carefully placed the pie back in the oven. “Shall I close, doctor?”

“Please,” in your most professional voice before lapsing into giggles.

“Now, that’s in. We can get started on the sides. Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, cranberry feta salad,” you listed.

Two types of potatoes?”

“Oh, it’s a must, love! You get both the salty and the sweet. It’s potato perfection.”

“Hmm, just like you,” she said suggestively.

“Smooth,” you replied.

“I try," putting her arm around your shoulder.

*^~^*

You were still in the kitchen when Natasha returned from her run.

“Have you taken a break at all since I left?” She removed her running shoes and placed them by the front door.

“No time for breaks. Your sister just texted me and asked if Mac and Cheese was part of the American Thanksgiving tradition, so I’m whipping up one for her.”

Your wife rolled her eyes. “For God’s sake, that’s not necessary, malyshka. Yelena will survive one meal without her precious Mac and Cheese.”

“It’s no problem. I want your family to feel comfortable! That’s why I also have a sparkling Vodka cocktail planned,” you winked.

“That is so sweet, but there is no need to stress over it, y/n. They are going to love it no matter what you make. Plus, you know if you feed them this well, they’ll never leave, right?”

“Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” You joked.

“No, it wouldn’t,” she deadpanned.

The rest of the afternoon was spent preparing the stuffing, cranberry sauce, garlic green beanies, and gravy. By the time you finally laid down on the couch Tuesday evening, still in your apron, you were pleased with your progress. Your legs lay across Natasha’s lap while she massaged your aching feet. She wasn’t surprised to look over and find you sound asleep five minutes later as the television glow illuminated your features. Your wife could only smile at your sleepy form before gently picking you up and carrying you to bed.

*^~^*

Wednesday morning Natasha decided to let you sleep in, so she made the executive decision to turn your alarm off. Truthfully, she felt guilty for how hard you had been pushing yourself this week for the sake of her family. Nat was nursing a cup of tea and reading a book in the family room when she heard you down the hall.

“Oh, crap!” You shouted.

“3,2,1…..” Natasha counted down.

“Nat, why didn’t you wake me up!” Throwing on your favorite cardigan as you entered the room. “I’ve still got to make the pretzel bread and raspberry jello today.”

“You needed the sleep. I can’t tell you’re exhausted, and you were sleeping so soundly when I got up.”

You had a look of panic in your eyes.

“It’s okay, y/n. I found the jello and bread recipes on the table and got the jump on it for you. The jello is done and in the fridge, and the bread dough is under the towel rising.”

You blinked a couple of times as if she was speaking Latin. “You cooked?”

“Are you questioning my abilities?” Raising an eyebrow.

“Well.… yeah? I love you, sweetheart, but the only thing I’ve ever seen you make is a peanut butter sandwich.”

“See for yourself,” smiling proudly and removing her reading glasses.

Opening the fridge, you were pleasantly surprised to find a gelatinous raspberry jello staring back at you. You then peeked under the towel on the counter to find the bread dough had just about doubled in size.

“Well, turn me upside down and paint me blue!”

“Hmmm, tempting, but let’s save that for after my family leaves,” Natasha smirked as she kissed the side of your temple from behind.

“This is awesome, my love. Thank you so much,” turning around in her hold. “I have to say, the thought of the Black Widow cooking Thanksgiving dinner is incredibly sexy.”

“Is it now?” She said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Very, I may have to get you your apron,” you teased as Natasha gently grasped your ear lobe between her teeth before placing soft kisses down your neck. Her phone dinged with a text notification on the counter beside you a few moments later. You glanced down at the screen out of the corner of your eye.

“It’s Yelena, sweetheart...”

“Is she on fire? Otherwise, I’m not stopping.” Moving the tender kisses to your lips.

“No, she wants to know if she should bring anything,” you replied between kisses.

She feels terrible we’re doing all the work,”

“She’s bringing our parents, that’s a shit ton of work.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

*^~^*

The next day, you and Natasha got started on the crown jewel of your Thanksgiving dinner: the turkey. After letting it thaw in the fridge all week, your twenty-pound bird had been marinating in a salt brine for twelve hours. You placed the turkey in the oven at 425 degrees for 35 minutes, which gave you two just enough time to get ready before it needed to be basted.

You heard the doorbell after showering and putting on your best fall colors.

“Baby, they’re here!” you called, opening the door to welcome your guests.

Alexi was sporting a plush turkey hat while Melina held a freshly made appetizer. Standing in front of both of them, Yelena had Fanny at her feet. She quickly stepped inside first with a warm hug and a peck on your cheek.

“Happy Thanksgiving, y/n! Thank you so much for inviting us. “Now,” placing both hands on your shoulders. “Where is the booze? I just had to spend the last 20 minutes in the car alone with them, listening to Alexi ramble on about his stupid hat.”

You point toward the coffee table, holding the sparkling Vodka cocktails as your sister-in-law gives you a cheeky smile. “I love you.”

“Haha!” Alexi exclaimed. Greetings, my wonderful daughter-in-law. I am ready for turkey!” Wrapping you in a giant bear hug.

“Could’ve fooled me, Alexi,” you joked. “Ooh, Melina, what do we have here? It looks delicious.”

“A traditional Russian appetizer, Mushroom Julienne. Mushrooms and onions cooked in cream sauce, cheese, and sour cream.”

“My mouth is already watering. Here, let me take your coats. You can place them on the coffee table,” you offered.

After tending to the coats, you rejoined the group as everyone settled in the family room for appetizers and cocktails. Holiday music played softly in the background, setting the scene perfectly. You sat on the sofa beside your wife while your in-laws treated you to numerous stories of Natasha and Yelena’s all-to-brief childhood in Ohio. Some of which you had yet to hear.

“Y/N, has Natalia told you how she and Yelena used to stay up late on Christmas Eve to try and catch Santa Claus?” Melina asked.

“Now, that was fun. You know, he comes down the chimney, girls. Look out! Where is he? You wait for him, and when the cookies are gone, you see he’s there.” Alexi recalled.

Yelena smiled fondly at the memory while Natasha turned red as Santa’s suit and hid her face in her hands.

“Aww, honey,” rubbing circles on her back. It’s precious! I’m sure you were adorable.”

“As adorable as you can be with bright blue hair. You looked like cotton candy,” Yelena laughed.

Nat threw a pillow across the room, barely missing her sister’s head.

“Ha!! Missed!” Yelena snarked.

“Girls, behave,” Melina ordered.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sisterly teasing and family banter. This was exactly what you were hoping for, and the evening was just getting started.

“Oh, detka, you don’t have a drink yet. Let me get you one,” Natasha offered, standing up, but your hand on her arm stopped her.

“Oh, no thanks, love. I actually need to go check on the turkey.”

“I’ll join you,” Yelena announced. “I want to see this bird you Americans are so crazy about.”

You opened the oven to reveal your delectable 20-pound turkey. “Do you want to brush it with the honey glaze for me, Yelena? I’m going to check on the side dishes.”

“Just call me DaVinci!” She declared.

You turned around to find your sister-in-law had finished the glazing by painting a smiley face on the turkey.

“Wow, I didn’t know our turkey had such a charming smile,” you joked. Reducing the heat to 325 and setting the timer for another 75 minutes.

“Thank you again for including us today, y/n. While it would’ve been fun to watch Barton sear his eyebrows off trying to deep-fry a turkey, it's been nice to see Natasha so happy. We didn’t have any family holidays growing up. Not real ones, anyway.”

“Well, you always will now,” placing an arm around her shoulder. “I will spend the rest of my life trying to make your sister happy. That’s a promise.”

*^~^*

While the turkey finished cooking, you decided to share as many of your Thanksgiving traditions as possible. You watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, took in some Turkey Day football, and even played a rousing game of Pictionary.

“What the hell is that?” Yelena shouted as Nat was diligently engaged in her drawing.

“Oooh! Ooh! A ladybug doing the Macarena!”You screamed just before the timer ran out.

“Yes!” Nat shouted.

“Unbelievable, what is that? Five in a row,” Melina remarked. No wonder you two are such a good team.”

“Well, it's no surprise you're a pro at Pictionary. Who needs talent when you can just doodle like a 5-year-old?” Yelena retorted.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Lena,” dropping the marker like a microphone.

“Trust me, I do. It will be perfect for when I want to torture Kate Bishop.”

“With that, I think it’s time for dinner,” you announced happily.

*^~^*

It only took a few minutes before your Thanksgiving feast was lovingly displayed on the dining room table. The sight and aroma of the food was a gentle massage to the soul.

“Before we dig in,” holding up your glass for a toast, “I just wanted to say how happy Nat and I are that you could join us today. We love you, and I’m so thankful to be a part of your family.”

Natasha grasped your hand and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“We feel the same way,” Melina concurred.

“Yes, we’re so happy that you and our little Natalia found each other,” Alexi added.

“Yes, y/n is a saint. It’s all very touching. Can I carve the turkey now,” Yelena groaned, holding up a sharpened carving knife.

“You may proceed,” you declared with a Queen’s wave of your hand.

Dishes were passed around the table like musical chairs. Wine filled everyone’s glasses while you opted for your favorite - Martinelli’s Sparkling Cider. You pretended not to notice Yelena sneaking a few scraps to Fanny under the table. The chatter rose and fell, every few moments dispersed with laughter. It was the kind of occasion most aren't aware they're genuinely enjoying yet look back at in warm nostalgia.

After hibernating in your Thanksgiving food comas, you returned to the family room for dessert. You were excited to finally bring out the homemade Pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream.

“Ah, now this is a beautiful pie.” Look at this, girls. I love America, you cannot get this back in St. Petersburg.” Alexi gushed.

“Y/N made it from scratch,” your wife bragged, causing you to blush at the compliment.

“Did y/n also split the atom?” Yelena teased. She earned an eye roll from her older sister. “Could you BE more whipped?”

“No, I honestly don’t think I could,” Natasha looked at you like you had hung the moon and the stars.

*^~^*

As the evening wound down, the hustle and bustle of the past week was starting to catch up to you. Your wife didn’t miss your heavy eyelids or the tiny yawn that escaped your lips as Fanny hopped up on the couch to lay down beside you.

“Well, we should probably get going. Traffic will be annoying when crossing back over the bridge,” your sister-in-law said.

“Before you go, I have gifts for all of you!” You exclaimed, jumping up off the couch.

“You do?”A bewildered expression on Nat’s face.

“I do!” You’re voice trailed away as you padded down the hall toward your bedroom.

Natasha turned around to her family with a shrug of her shoulders. She had no clue what you were talking about. You returned a moment later with small autumn-gold gift bags.

“This is just a little something for each of you,” clasping your hands together in front of your smiling face. Natasha was even more confused when you handed her one as well. “Go on, sweetheart,” you encouraged.

Natasha removed the delicate tissue paper. Her solid and calloused hands met the soft cotton hiding inside. She pulled the gift out and held it up in front of her. A tiny onesie that read “Mommy’s Little Turkey” was staring back at her.

Natasha stared at it speechlessly, wide-eyed. A first for your relationship. Finally, her brain caught up with the moment. “Moya lyubov—what? We—you…you’re pregnant?”

You nodded vigorously, starting to cry. Natasha’s hands cupped your cheeks. Her lips met yours in a heartfelt kiss, not caring that her family was watching. You gently combed your fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, returning the kiss.

Melina, Alexi, and Yelena held up their onesies to find variations of Natasha’s: Grandma’s Little Turkey, Grandpa’s Little Turkey, and Auntie’s Little Turkey.”

“I knew it!”Yelena shouted.

Melina turned to Natasha and whispered, “You see what can happen when you keep your heart,” holding her lovingly in her arms.

Vashe zdorov'ye! (Cheers) Alexi exclaimed. If it is a boy, you will name him Alexi. It is a strong and honorable name!” Kissing you on both cheeks.

“Oh God,” Yelena muttered under her breath. “For the love of Fanny, please don’t do that,” wrapping her arms around you. “I would love to babysit. I’m looking forward to passing on much to my niece or nephew.”

“Yeah, that’s not terrifying at all,” your wife mumbled in your ear.

The shock was wearing off. Natasha reached down and gently placed her palm on your stomach. You weren’t showing yet, but just knowing that your child was growing inside you awakened a dream that she had put away in the Red Room long ago.

*^~^*

Once her family left, Natasha insisted that she would handle the post-holiday clean-up, confining you to the couch with many pillows and a fluffy blanket. Foreshadowing what was to come for the duration of your pregnancy.

“Sweetheart, those dishes go in the top right cupboard,” directing her from the couch.

“No worries, malyshka. I got it! You take it easy. The baby needs rest after all of this Thanksgiving cheer,” her protective instincts appear.

“The baby is the size of a plum, my love,”

“A very tired plum!”

*^~^*

Thirty minutes later, the kitchen was clean, and you both were ready for a good night’s sleep. You would never admit it to your wife, but boy, were you tired. You donned your coziest pajamas and joined Natasha in bed. Snuggled into the covers, you found comfort and peace in your safe space. Nat rolled over to face you, your foreheads touching in a beautifully intimate gesture of love and affection.

“This has been the best day of my life. Not only did you give my family an amazing Thanksgiving, you gave me a gift I’ll never forget. Though I have to admit now that I know you’re pregnant, I’m replaying the last week in my head in a loop of horrifying anxiety.”

You giggled at her confession, “It’s alright, Nat. I’m ready for a nice long rest, and I just had a check-up with Helen last week.”

“Wait, does the team know?”

“Dear God, no. You think that group can keep a secret?”

“We can tell them at Stark’s Christmas party in a couple of weeks if you’re comfortable with the idea.”

“Perfect. I need time to prepare for the onslaught of attention from our little one’s aunts and uncles.”

Natasha reached over and grabbed your hand. “I love you, y/n. I can’t wait to welcome our little plum into the world,” she smiled.

“I love you too. You are going to be an amazing mother, sweetheart.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, y/n”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Natasha.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff and you #black widow #fluff #comfort #yelena boleva #red guardian #melina #the avengers #mcu #white widow #natalia romanova

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scarfacemarston · 17 days ago

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Natasha Romanoff Emoji Hc Prompt 2

Prompt here.

❣️ - What are their love languages? Natasha has been in very few true relationships, especially serious ones. One could argue that she wasn’t able to create a true love language until adulthood, post Red Room. Even then, I don’t believe it would be highly developed. She’s a woman who has a lot of suspicion about people’s motives, so something like words of affirmation wouldn’t work, as even if she trusts them, it’s still hard to believe them. Same with gifts. I would say it’s quality time and acts of service. Nat doesn’t have much time, so it’s incredibly valuable. That's why quality time matters so much, and she doesn’t have much time for day-to-day things or self-care, so this would be another meaningful way to show you care.

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like? Absolutely a light sleeper. Natasha’s apartment couldn’t be more secure, but that doesn’t alleviate her paranoia. She’s made a lot of enemies. The smallest noise will wake her up. Her sleeping habits are abysmal, but she was trained to survive on very little sleep. However, she is trying to fix this by practicing more self care like bubble baths and face masks.

🎁 - How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general? The only time Natasha celebrated her birthday was the mock birthday with Melina and Alexei. She did not have a true birthday until she became friends with Hawkeye. It took a lot of work for Clint to even figure out her true birthday. She is very quiet about her birthday and does not expect anything. However, the Avengers make sure that her birthday will never be forgotten again. (Of course, there are some ways she prefers for people to acknowledge it.) It doesn’t take much to impress Natasha. Just you remembering her birthday is enough to impress her. She won’t admit it, but she’d love to have flowers. Making her dinner/taking her out and a small gift makes every birthday the “perfect birthday” for her. Yelena always makes a big deal out of it.

🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself? Absolutely to both.

🍷- How do they feel about alcohol? She drinks, but that’s socially or for special events. She prefers to stay sober or tipsy at most. She feels safer that way.

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking? She has zero issue with it. She was prepared for every type of skill.

🎮 - What’s their favorite game? Mortal Kombat. Watch out.

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about? How much she loves vintage girl groups.

🌱 - Do they have a green thumb or are they a plant killer? Yes, Melina instilled a love of gardening in Natasha as well. As an adult, Natasha was surprised to realize how much influence Melina had on her.

🐒 - What’s their favorite animal? Foxes! She finds them beautiful and intelligent.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #Natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanova #natasha romanoff x you #melina vostokoff #alexei shostakov #yelena belova #hawkeye #clint barton #red guardian #natasha romanov #steve rogers

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blue-sadie · 8 months ago

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#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar pandora #star wars #marvel x reader #marvel #avatar smut #avatar x reader smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam #marvel smut #harry potter x reader #raise of the guardians #ouat #ouat peter pan #descendants #descendants rise of red #marauders #fanfic writing

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woantohae · 1 month ago

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THE NEW TEASER OF THUNDERBOLTS* !!!!!!!

There's definitely more Bob/Void one shots to come 👀💞✨️

#thunderbolts #bob reynolds x reader #bucky barnes masterlist #yelena belova #marvel #the void x reader #sentry #fanfic #bob reynolds #bucky barnes #john walker #ghost #red guardian #taskmaster

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deimagines · 1 month ago

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What are the chances that Yelena takes Bucky to a Laufey Concert?

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areallivegirl7 · 3 months ago

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a mission of liberation. pt.5

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Red Guardian

Warnings: language!

Summary: Four years after meeting the Winter Soldier, Alexi Shostakov finds himself face to face with the man he once knew. SHIELD assigns him the mission to find and liberate him.

Word Count: 2.9k

notes: THIS IS UNEDITED AND DISGUSTINGLY LATE BUT I FINISH WHAT I START SO YOU'RE GETTING ANOTHER CHAPTER. PLEASE LIKE IT.

HOMOEROTIC FIGHTING IN ROMANTIC SUNRISE LIGHTING. THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT.

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

He was just a shadow between the trees, the sparse light of the crescent moon causing Alexei look to twice, but he knew that silhouette anywhere.

Alexei’s body erupted in cascading waves of goosebumps as the stillness of the killer stared blankly at him, as if he were not even alive, but rather just a piece of lifeless taxidermy with glass eyes once leading to the soul.

For nearly a minute, they stared at each other from across the highway. This was a hunt.

Cicadas sang as Alexei prepared himself to sprint over the road and tackle him to the ground as quickly as he could, enough at least to catch the Winter Soldier off guard for a few seconds. The mapping of his plan made droplets of sweat form over his brow.

His heart raced as he realized that it was now or never- he’d spent so much time relieved to see him that he hadn’t yet thought about what he’d do afterward. It was wishful thinking to hope that he’d magically remember who he was after years and years of brainwashing. It was a grim realization he’d need to hurt his friend to help his friend.

So, with a heavy breath, he lunged over the bushes and toward the ghost, barely escaping a car that began to honk like crazy at the ridiculous costumed man.

The Winter Soldier didn’t hold back; his hand had been on the trigger of a gun this whole time. Alexei felt like an idiot for not noticing. He’d spent too much time happy to see the face of the great Coney Island hero that he had forgotten whom he was really facing.

A killer.

Alexei barely escaped the gunshots, using his shield to cover his upper body. A single bullet only grazed his leg as he wrestled the gun out of his metal grip, the sound of clanking metal echoing through the late spring woods. He was strong.

The fight continued after Alexei had finally wrestled the gun out of his metal hand. Unlike last time, The Winter Soldier went for the throat, causing Alexei to drop his shield to the ground.

He gasped for air desperately as the metal arm clamped down harder, but Alexei was experienced enough now to know how to break out of his grasp. With a quick windup, he kicked the winter soldier in the chest with full force a few times, almost heading for the throat when he finally let go of Alexei.

“I remember you,” Alexei pleaded, his voice coarse. “I know you. We were friends. I want-“

The Winter Soldier had no time for dialogue. He cut off Alexei by planting a punch right in his jaw, fully following through with his metal fist.

His head whirled as he decided that talking it out would not work. The best option he had was to knock him out cold and hope that would “restart” him from being a killer. For now.

The Red Guardian was barely any match for him. The Winter Soldier had him pinned down to the ground as they wrestled through the rotting leaves and sticky mud.

Finally, after what felt like ages of The Winter Soldier beating his head into the ground, Alexei decided it was time to step it up. He grabbed his shoulders and pulled himself on top of him, trying to ignore the usually foreign feeling of lust in the heat of the fight. Whatever.

Alexei pinned his hands to the ground. “You are the Great Coney Island hero!” He said, hoping inside it’d trigger the memory and he wouldn’t have to put his life in danger to put him out. This would be much easier with a team behind him.

But he couldn’t trust a team that didn’t trust him; not even because he was communist- but because he was simply a dumbass. Not that he wasn’t one, he just did it better.

“I’ve been sent to kill you,” The Winter Soldier said, his voice muffled by his black mask that covered only half his face. His wild and unkempt hair flying around as he thrashed.

Alexei wasn’t weak- that was for sure. “You have- but the great Coney Island hero wasn’t.” He said. “And I’ll make sure you remember. Oxygen deprivation or blunt force trauma?”

Some sense of fear flashed in the Winter Soldier’s eyes just before Alexei flipped him over with two hands and brought his shield down right on the top of his head, effectively knocking him unconscious.

It felt wrong to turn on the radio after knocking someone out so brutally and stashing them away in the back of your car gagged and tied up and looking so… mistreated. Alexei felt a twinge of guilt for it, but he knew there was no other way.

Alexei debated bringing him to SHIELD and pulling him out of the car like a bunny in a top hat, but he wasn’t so sure now. They all still treated him like a child, an odd thing to do to a highly trained agent, but maybe if he had brought the famed serial killer back only two hours after the mission failed, they'd never call him dumb again..

But if he came back with the winter soldier only two weeks after the mission failed and had him fully healed and fully remembering his name among other important things, then he’d have their respect.

Sure, it was wrong to use his friend just as a pawn in his game for something as trivial as respect, but that might be just a fun bonus. He’d do it even if it was guaranteed they wouldn't ever give him any respect otherwise.

He hauled the unconscious body out of his car after making sure to close the garage, because he wasn’t going to make that mistake again. The Winter Soldier’s bound feet dragged across the wooden, newly mopped floors of his house and all the way to where he thought would be best to stash him away until he got back from school tomorrow, because apparently, yesterday wasn’t the last day.

He’d made a terrible realization when he’d looked at the puppy calendar on his fridge and realized that tomorrow was the last day. Fuck.

“So-“ he spoke to the unconscious man- “I hope you don’t mind, but I have an engagement tomorrow at my place of work that you are not allowed to know, so you’ll be staying in the basement.”

Alexei threw him over his shoulders, opening the door to the basement under the rug in the kitchen and descended down the creaky steps into the mildew ridden most avoided corners of the house. He usually kept his old-life related things down there, so maybe putting up his communist propaganda posters would make him feel at home when he inevitably wakes up.

He finished tying his chair to a wooden post, hoping he wasn’t strong enough to bring it down if he needed to; his insurance didn’t really cover that. Alexei wasn’t sure of what to do if he woke up unexpectedly sooner. Knocking him out again the same way he did last time might give him brain damage and just fuck him up more than he already was. He could shove melatonin tablets down his throat.

He’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. If he ever did.

The next morning, Alexei checked the basement once more before he left, taking down all of his measures he used to barricade him in- chairs, his dresser, his oven (partially, because he gave up halfway on that), and the couch.

He was still sleeping. (A/N, if I wanted to give up on this fic I could just kill him right here and turn it into a tradgedy. That would be hilarious)

Alexei quickly crept down the stairs to check his pulse, still beating (thankfully), and ran back up the stairs, pushed as much furniture as he could over the entrance, and went way past the speed limit to school.

Very quickly he realized that the odds of this plan working were dangerously low. Every single thing that could go wrong had a very high probability of it, which only made him feel like more of a dumbass than usual. Maybe it would be better just to turn him in and act like he’d found him this morning.

Like that would blow over easily. That was entirely too suspicious.

When he showed up to school, he was greeted by the familiar worker, an unfamiliar grin on her lips as she sipped her morning coffee, watching him barrel into the meeting room. Pitiful decorations hung from the wall, and a single pizza sat in the middle of the table- nearly all of it was gone except for a few discarded toppings.

They told him not to go back and he went back and now he’s too deep in it! He’s got a body in his basement! A whole serial killer, any old intelligence agency’s wildest dream, a ghost story, in his basement!

“I told him to get three pizzas but he only got two and the English teacher sat there and ate a whole one before turning in a file and leaving. We cut the supreme into 16ths. Which, fine, only a snack, just a little treat for teaching the youth of tomorrow,” she rambled on, tearing up the pizza box over the trash can, a blank expression behind her glasses.

I’m going to lose my job, my friends, my house, every single bit of trust I’ve ever earned. My dreams are dead. I will have to move to Mexico.

“No, Rachel, it’s not at all weird to drink coffee while eating a whole pepperoni pizza at 7 in the morning. No one is judging you-”

Alexei grabbed a paper plate and began to fan himself egregiously with it, his palms becoming clammy as he struggled to keep his balance, barely making it to the water fountain right outside the door, hunching himself over it.

His face felt cold as he felt the boring eyes of his fellow teacher on his back. She wouldn’t leave him alone. She didn’t like him, did she? It was strange, she didn’t seem to give a fuck about anyone or anything, and quite frankly, was a little scary. So why would she constantly be the only one to talk to him?

“Ms.Taylor, I fear I may have to-” he said, turning back around to face her, his stomach going sour and instead turning back to the fountain, gulping down more water.

“Are you okay, Alexei?” She asked, following him back into the teacher’s lounge, placing her hand on his shoulder, causing him to yelp and practically leap away. The blinds rattled as he struggled to catch his balance against the window. “What’s wrong? You seem- sweaty.”

He could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he finally managed to stand up straight, still leaning on the blinds. Casually, he gazed outside, trying to seem like he was just… excited. He didn’t know what he was trying to pass himself off as, frankly- anything but scared worked fine for him.

The day seemed like a perfect spring day. “Just wanted to see the sun- I’ve been depressed and it is the only thing that makes me feel better. Like… my crush. Who is a man. So. Don’t touch me- I am fiercely loyal but I am friendly and I hope this doesn’t upset you too much.”

A good statement- and he almost would’ve gotten away with it too- if it weren’t for the fact he’d admitted something he didn’t know he needed too. Why would he say that? Was it true? Why wouldn’t he like her? What was going on with him?

She seemed shocked. “Are you…” she started, and Alexei braced for slurs or some other form of degradation at his confession, “russian?”

Alexei realized that he’d nervously slipped back into his Russian accent, which was perfectly thicker than usual. Well, no point in lying now. He was for sure losing everything good in his life after this and there was nothing anyone could do about it, so why not just give up? “Yes, I am Russian. Yes I used to be communist. I am not communist now. I like the American dream. My real name is-

Wait.”

He didn’t know what to address first. He looked at Taylor, then back outside, then back to Taylor. “You called me Alexei just now! Who are- did you- who do you work for?!”

Taylor’s face showed the most emotion than it had in the past few months of him working at the school. And she’d been a mole this entire time. “It’s not what you think, I swear. I’m with SHIELD- Oh my god.” Her gaze fixated on something behind Alexei, her shoulders tensing as he face paled even further.

“He’s here- I’m not seeing things, am I? I really thought I was going crazy-” Alexei said, looking back outside where he’d previously thought he’d seen something familiar.

She nodded her head and they heard a scream from across the school. “He’s going to hurt someone- that can’t happen because of me. What have I done!” He exclaimed as they raced out of the lounge and toward where the sound of the scream had come from. Alexei was tripping over his feet. “I can’t believe you’ve been lying to me.”

“Sorry. Take it up with Director Carter,” she deadpanned, skidding to a stop when they saw an open window and an unconscious male teacher slumped against the lockers. “You find the winter soldier, I’m evacuating the school.”

It didn’t take long after Taylor pulled the fire alarm for Alexei to find him in the Principal's Office, his feet propped up on the desk under the early morning sunlight streaming in through the window, spliced by the blinds across his face.

His exposed eyes followed him as he paced in front of his desk, trying to read the situation. The Winter Soldier wasn’t killing him, actively, so that must be a plus? Then again, the principal of the school was sprawled out on the ground, unconscious, twitching, presumably from a tranquilizer. “Why spare him?”

The Winter Soldier didn’t answer, his eyes still cold.

“I’m sorry about the basement thing… You see, you used to know me before they-” before Alexei could finish his sentence, the man hurled a knife toward his head- he’d only barely ducked out of the way, the knife landing on the inspirational poster behind him. “You want to fight?”

Once again, the winter soldier didn’t answer- at least not with words. But instead, by jumping over the desk and pining Alexei up against the wall by his collar. He could hear his breath under his mask, deep and heavy. It was hard to see his eyes as the ones that he’d grown fond of.

He tried to shake it away as he kicked him down to the ground. The breath in his lungs hitched as he watched him crash against the desk, his legs sprawled apart. “You are not the Winter Soldier, you are the-”

In a heartbeat he was once again tackled to the ground, a metal fist plundering his face as he struggled to get out from underneath him. He was incredibly and impossibly beefy. His hands were no exception- although he didn’t quite appreciate it breaking his cheekbone.

“Coney Island Hero!” He finished, tumbling around the ground as the both struggled for dominance, breathless, shaking, and incredibly close. Too close- but luckily this time Alexei got the upper hand, picking him up and holding him upside down; making the Winter Soldier’s ass uncomfortably near his face.

But The Winter Soldier was relentless and they soon found themselves on the ground again, wincing when he landed on top of him. “I can prove I know you if you calm the fuck down and stop trying to kill me!” Alexei struggled to say from underneath the weight on his chest.

“Please remember! Vegas! Coney Island- Cheeseburg-” His efforts were met with a chokehold.

It must’ve been a miracle- because as soon as the world began to go black, The Winter Soldier started to thrash uncontrollably, it seemed, as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he tore off his mask, revealing his panting.

He dropped him to the ground and began to step back in shock as Alexei struggled to catch his breath, pulling a knee closer to his chest. “You, and me, we went to Vegas. You got shot right under your ribs… when ran from cops, we got cheeseburgers. You failed your mission and we teamed up.” He stuttered, not wasting this moment to fill his brainwashed head with things that had actually happened in an attempt to “cure” him.

“...Under my ribs?” He asked, patting around his torso.

“I helped… clean the wound…” he said, remembering how he looked shirtless under the light of the veterinary office. “They don’t care about you, my friend. I don’t know what else to say to make you believe but… you don’t have to… comply anymore. You have hope. You are… The Coney Island Hero.”

“One week. Prove to me that and I’ll forget my mission I was given to kill you.”

Alexei stood up, still weak from the lack of oxygen. “Don’t you wonder for yourself who you were before this?” He asked, rubbing his throat. He slowly walked toward his friend.

After a few seconds of staring blankly at the wall, he finally answered. “You have two weeks.”

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #james bucky barnes #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #alexei shostakov #the red guardian #what if season 3 #red guardian #what if season 3 episode 3 #alexei x bucky #the red soldier #the winter guardian #winter guardian #a mission of liberation #a mission of liberation readers im so sorry that new chapter is coming i swear on jt

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PICKPOCKET

Yelena x F!Reader Masterlist

Word Count: 3,884

Summary: A taxi, an interview, a drink, and then an attempted abduction.

Warnings: fluff, it gets dark for like two seconds, a family of pickpockets, whoop whoop that’s the sound of da police.

The bustling streets of Cleveland were no match for someone 10 minutes late to an interview. This was your fifth job lined up this week, and you tanked the other four. You had no luck when it came to these things, and no one wants to hire someone without experience.

You have two weeks to figure something out, or else your landlord is kicking you from your tiny studio. It’s above a Chinese restaurant, so the smell and heat alone are not worth what she’s charging in rent. You know you don’t have any other options.

You find the corner you told the taxi to meet you at, but it is nowhere to be seen. You wait, no so patiently, biting the remnants of fingernails you have left. Like you said, you have no luck. You see the car stop at the red light across the intersection, and hope this driver doesn’t mind speeding.

You walk to the curb, raising your arm to hail the cab down. A blonde woman walks up in front of you, throwing her arm up walking backwards to match your stance. You have no clue what she’s doing; this taxi belongs to you.

“Excuse me?” You say, nudging past her to reach the car door faster. Her reflexes outmatch yours by a mile, she opens the door, sliding in. “I just thought, we share yeah?”

You stand holding the door open, looking side to side in disbelief. She can’t be serious. “Listen lady, I have an interview I’m already late for, I can’t do this today.” You plead.

You lean down to see the woman talking to the driver through the plexiglass. There’s no time to argue anymore. You slide into the black leather seat, slamming the door. “Me first.” You roll your eyes, jutting out the address of your destination.

The driver peels away, you take a chance to relax. Practiced questions go through your mind. You can’t mess this job up, you options were exhausted. You wipe your eyes, trying to ease the throbbing stress behind them. You pull your fingers away to see them covered in black streaks. Your eyes widen, you forgot you’re wearing makeup.

You grab your purse from beside you, searching for your bedazzled compact mirror. All of the contents of your bag were strewn across your lap, it’s gone. You throw your head back, grunting through your teeth. “What’s wrong?” Your co-passenger asks. You look over to her, the reason evident on your face.

“My mascara.” You say defeated. You know you must look like a pouting child to the woman. Her dark eyes give you pity, and her bottom lip puffs out. “Oh sweetie. I’ll help you.” She pulls a complimentary taxi tissue from the box between you. Wrapping it around her finger she test swipes under your eye.

You’re frozen in place, she’s absolutely gorgeous. You were too fogged by anger to even get a good look at her. If it wasn’t for her telling accent, you’d know she was foreign based on looks. No one from around here looked like her.

She reached forward with her other hand gently holding onto your chin; when a bump cause her fingers to run across your lips. Her eyes are focused on yours, meticulously wiping away the black lacquer. She pulls her tissued hand away, you think she’s finished. “How do I thank you?” You attempt to smile, she’s still holding your chin.

“Not finished.” She drops the tissue and licks her thumb, your eyebrows raise as she wipes just under your lip. “Lipstick.” She says casually, opting to wipe her finger on her shirt sleeve and not the tissue. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thank you.” You’re too embarrassed now to attempt a conversation.

“No need to thank me, I do it gladly for a pretty woman like you.” You laugh out loud, you were the runt of the litter compared to her. “You don’t have to say that.” You say, letting your hair fall in your face. How did you go from hating this woman for making you later; to wanting her to kiss you?

“That will be 12 dollars.” The driver breaks you out of the daze she put you in. You nod your head, fishing for your debit card. The blonde woman reaches past you, taping to pay on his card reader. “Go crush that interview, pretty woman.” She says, reaching past you again to open your door.

You’re speechless as she shoos you out of the cab. You turn to look at the office building behind you and the taxis already gone. You didn’t even get her name. You kick yourself as you walk into the building, the woman more present on your mind than the interview.

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That’s all it took, the woman’s face consuming your every thought. You didn’t overthink the questions the manager asked. You literally couldn’t, too preoccupied with the way the corners of her lips curled up. You smiled as you looked over your new work schedule. You knew you could do it, god, you’re so happy you could kiss that stranger in the back of the taxi.

You walk out of the building, eyes in a crescent shape, your smile touching each ear. “How did it go?” Your head jerks to the side and your smile instantly fades. What was once a meet cute is now an almost stalker situation. “What are you doing here?” You say, stopping in your tracks. No matter how attractive a person is, you always have your guard up.

She throws her hands up “Hey, no need to act that way. I just felt too invested to not know. So?” She says, not ashamed of her actions, fully expecting you to answer her. “I uh, I got the job.” You can’t help but to smile at your little victory.

“Sounds like we need to celebrate.” She says, pulling her phone from her pocket, searching for bars nearby. You find yourself raising your brows at the stranger yet again. “I’m sorry, but I don’t really hang out with strangers, who invaded my taxi.” You say, regretting turning her down.

She nods her head, stuffing her phone back into her pocket. “You know, I just thought you owe me.” She steps closer to you, entering your personal space. “You won’t get a drink with me but you’ll let me pay your fair?” You look up to meet her eyes, they have a deviance to them. “You did that before I had the chance.” You almost shy away from her, but then she’s telling you her name. “I’m Yelena, and you’re Y/N?”

“How do you know my name?” You say, anxiety coming back. “When he dropped me off, that’s what he called me.” She nods over to the taxi, idle on the curb. “So, can I buy you a drink for being a good girl and getting the job, or not?” Your cheeks blush, no one had ever called you a good girl before.

“One drink.” You say, trying to play off all the emotions flowing through you. “Yay, that’s what I like to see.” She says, grabbing your hand to pull you to the taxi. Her hand was warm, and strong, you don’t know if she saw it the way you did, but it had you gushing yet again.

“Three blocks down, take a right.” She says to the driver, undoubtedly happy to have so much business from you two. “I appreciate whatever interest you have in me, but what’s going on in your life that you can just minorly stalk a stranger?” You say, needing to know more about the mysterious woman.

She smiles at you, “I was bored.”. Hard to believe she had nothing better to do. “So you invaded my taxi for fun?” She shakes her head, “I came back, for fun.” She looks out the window and knocks on the glass “We’re here. Don’t wait up.”

You jump out of the car and wait on her to pay. What a gentleman you giggle to yourself. “Come with me.” She doesn’t reach for your hand this time. Instead she strides in front of you, swinging open the door to the little pub. “My mother works here, so free drinks.” She nods you in.

Can this day get any better you laugh to yourself. Now she grabs your hand and pulls you to the bar. “Mama, this is Y/N.” She yells over the drunk hum of the pub. Her mother looked too young to actually be her mother. They shared no resemblance at all. “Hello Y/N, I’m Melina.” She reaches out to shake your hand, but before she can, Yelena interrupts “Not her, Mama.” She says giver her mother a stern look.

Melina just blinks at her, giving you no indication on what she meant. She still reaches forward and shakes your hand, “It’s nice to meet one of Yelena’s friends.” She says.

“I wouldn’t go that far but.” You say, poking fun at you two being complete strangers. “We’re not friends.” Yelena says, clarifying that whatever this was, wasn’t friendly.

“Good to know.” You say, ordering a beer from her mom. Yelena sits on the stool beside you, speaking up when her mother walks away. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You take a swig of the beer that was at in front of you. “I didn’t take it any certain way.”. Yelena just looks at you, picking up her beer. “I like you more than that.” She takes a sip, looking away from you. So she was interested.

“So, Yelena, what else do you do besides pester strangers?” You flirt with her, picking at your nails and avoiding eye contact.

She grabs your hand, running her thumb across the peeled skin. “I like meeting new people, it’s not a crime.” You nod your head, letting her play with your fingers. “I’m kind of in my family business.” She says, not letting on to any more information.

“And what would that be? You can’t bring me to your moms bar and act coy now.” She downs the rest of her beer, looking over at you as the last few drops fall from the glass. “You wanna see the family business?” She stands, waving over her mother.

You nod, jumping off your stool. “I’ll see you at home Mama.” “You girls be safe, don’t hurt anyone!” You laugh out loud, not knowing how serious she was being. She starts walking down the sidewalk with you in tow. “Where are we going?” You say, bumping into a man that split Yelena and you apart. You roll your eyes, looking ahead to see Yelena picking up a woman’s purse for her. How caring, you think.

She walks beside you, looping her arm in yours. “To my house.” She says, stopping to smell fresh flowers at a kiosk. “First I meet your mom, now you’re taking me home. What did I do to deserve this?” You laugh.

She makes a quick turn down an alley, dragging you along. “It’s only weird if you make it weird.” She makes a great point. “This is me.” She says, opening a metal back door. “Nat, I’m Home.” She yells out, slinging down her bag.

“You’re home early.” A red head comes hopping down the stairs. She was just as beautiful as Yelena. Too gorgeous to be from around here. “Who’s this?” She says, aiming her attention towards you.

“I’m Y/N.” You give her a small wave, sheepishly standing behind Yelena. She smiles, mumbling to Yelena about needing to pay the water bill. “I’ll get it as soon as I can, it’s been a slow day.”

“Not slow, you’ve been preoccupied.” Nat bites back. Yelena groans “Let’s do this later, please.” She begs, not wanting to to make her company suffer through sisters arguing.

Nat turns around, ascending the stairs. “I thought you meant your business was out of your home, it looks pretty normal in here.” You say still in the dark.

“It is.” She points to the 70 inch tv behind her. You take a better look around and notice brand new appliances in the dilapidated kitchen. There were holes in the couch cover, but a MacBook was sitting on the coffee table. Your eyebrows furrow, “Not to be rude, but it kind of seems like your priorities are out of line. If the water bill needs paid, why own a Mac?” You might have overstepped.

“I’m trying to jailbreak it, it’s not ours.” She says, understanding your confused position. “Oh.” You say, still not understanding.

Yelena walks to the living room, sitting on the couch. “Wanna watch something?” She says, scrolling through Netflix. You accompany her, squeezing in on the love seat. “Of course, i didn’t have plans or anything.” You say sarcastically. This beautiful stranger could keep you here for days and you wouldn’t even notice that time past.

“I got you something.” She says, finally picking a movie. “How is that even possible, we met less than two hours ago.” She hadn’t been out of your sight since the interview. She pulls a tiny gold chain bracelet from her pocket. “I can’t accept that.” You say, feeling instant guilt that she spent money on you.

“It’s nothing, really.” She says, clasping it around your wrist. “I found it.”. You ogle the shining gold, you’d never owned anything like this. “How do I thank you?” You say, turning towards her in your seat. “Don’t, it’s nothing.” She assures you.

You look at your wrist to admire your new bracelet and see the time staring back at you. “It’s getting late, I should probably go.” You say, gathering yourself to leave. “Right.” Yelena says sadly, not letting you see the way her eyes hardened.

You take out a ripped piece of an envelope from your purse and quickly jot down your phone number. You lean over the couch, holding the paper beside her face, due to her keeping her back to you. “Call me.” You say, waiting for her to take the paper. She turns to give you a tight lipped smile and gently snatches the paper from you, throwing it down on the coffee table.

You wonder what changed, one second she’s gushing over you, now she’s acting like you really are a stranger. Walking out of the back alley door, you close it without another word. That was weird, you think to yourself as you make your way towards the smell of home.

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You smile as you walk up to a neon red dragon. A bell jingles when you enter, alerting Kevin that someone was here. “I’ll be right with you!” He has his back to you while on the phone, probably taking an order. “It’s just me Kev.” He turns around and gives you a smile, rolling his eyes pointing at the phone. You laugh, he always tells you about horrible customers.

The phone claps on the hook and he turns toward the counter. “You look like your day was worse than mine.” He says, packing a brown paper bag with white containers. You shake your head no. “It was just random. First this woman tries to steal my taxi,”. He raises an eyebrow at you. “Right! Dude I was so pissed. But something else happened that kind of made up for the bad start.” He places the packed bag under the heat lamps. “SPILL IT!” He says, wiping down the counter in front of you.

“I got the job!” You squeal, no one was in the restaurant or else you would’ve been scolded by Kevin’s dad. “Girl, I am so happy for you, now you can tell Mrs. Jones to suck it. You’re not going anywhere.” She was the restaurants landlord too. Kevin’s Dad had many problems with her in the past, but he always figured it out, he told you that you would figure it out too.

“Hopefully, just keep your fingers crossed that everything works out.” You say to him, a customer walks in and Kevin switches his attention. You phone dings and you pull it from your pocket.

Unknown: sorry about earlier, I wanna see you again.

You stare down at the screen, maybe she didn’t have a change of heart. Kevin walks back up to you, his apron gone and the kitchen lights off. Typing out a quick reply you stand from your stool. “Who you texting?” He says, curious.

“No one, just the woman from the taxi…” you say, hoping he doesn’t catch on. “And why would you be texting her?” He ushers you out of the store, locking up for the night.

“We might have gotten a drink after the interview. And I might have went back to her house.” You look at your feet, far too ashamed to face your friend.

“Okay, where do I even begin? Are you crazy?” Kevin says, grabbing your arm, stopping you from turning down the alley to your door. “Hear me out.” You laugh, trying to play off the severity of it.

Kevin crosses him arms, “Please, explain why you threw caution to the wind and went on a rendezvous with a possible murderer. I’m listening.”.

“First of all, she’s not a murderer. Secondly, she’s hot.” You say, finally making the short walk to your door. You unlock it and look behind you. Kevin shakes his head in disapproval, “Just, promise to be safer next time?” He asks, pressing a button on his key that makes a loud beeping sound. The headlights of his car flickered against the side of the building.

“Yeah, yeah, promises, promises. Get home safe.” You wave him off as you walk into your stairway entry. Climbing the stairs in the dark. You reach the top to see your front door cracked open, a light coming from inside.

You’re sure you locked both doors before you left. You slowly step into the small studio, you’re facing the open bathroom door when you enter. No one was in there, unless they’re hiding behind your clear shower curtain. You step out from behind the door to see someone sitting in your chair, facing the window.

Without thinking you shout out, “What are you doing in my house?”. If you could slap yourself right now, you would. You constantly say the wrong thing, and here you were being slightly too nice to an intruder. They turn the chair around and every hair on your body stands.

“Yelena?” You say, terror showing in your eyes. She just sits there. “How do you know where I live? Why are you here? Did you break into my house?” You take a step back, not wanting to believe it.

“I had to, you gave me no other choice. Running away like that earlier.” She ignores your other questions. You scoff, “I wasn’t running away. It got late, besides I don’t really have to explain myself to you.” Your hand reaches in your pocket, grasping your phone.

You know you should’ve called the police as soon as you seen the door open. But you just can’t help yourself. Yelena noticed your hand gripping something. “I think you might have mistaken my kindness.” She says. A chill runs down the back of your spine, “What? This?” You take the golden chain from your wrist, and throw it to her lap.

She wraps it around her fingers, smiling. “You should feel lucky, I don’t take every girl to meet my mom.” She says, standing up and walking towards you. You take another step before your back hits the wall. You look to your right, the dark stairs were your only exit. Before you could react she was slamming the door on your foot.

You scream out in pain and try to pry the door off your foot. Yelena steps closer to you now that you’re trapped. “You’re a psycho!” You yell in her face. Kevin was right, the woman from the taxi is a murderer.

“Why do you make things so hard for yourself, huh?” She caresses your cheek and you push her hand away. “See?” She tuts.

She opens the door and you jerk your foot free. You lung toward your kitchenette. A knife block sat at the edge of your counter. Maybe if you had a knife she’d leave. Before you could take a step she trips you, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back. She leads you to your bed.

You don’t fight back in fear of her breaking your arm. You know you can’t scream. Kevin was the last one out down stairs. The carpet store next door was closed because the owners were on vacation. You’re forced to sit down on the edge of it. She doesn’t let go of your arm and stands in front of you. “What do you want?”.

Tears start to form in your eyes. Yelena juts out her bottom lip and runs her hand over your hair, “Don’t cry baby girl, I don’t want to hurt you.” She coos.

You roll your eyes “then what?” You can’t play along for much longer before you really try to escape. “Natasha says I’m not good with rejection.” She says, inspecting the threads on your shirt.

You feel something in your heart, like it broke a little bit for her, how could she possibly think you rejected her. “I would never reject you, look at you.” You say, pleading for this to end. It almost hurt your feelings being in her presence reminded you how Neanderthal you were compared to her.

“Then why did you leave?” She says, acting like she has all the answers. “You left to go sit in an empty Chinese restaurant.” She says, looking at her feet, now not feeling so confident, she thought she wasn’t as important as fortune cookies and low mein.

“Kevin closes up alone every night, what kind of friend would I be if I let him do that? There’s safety in numbers, that is all, I promise. I would’ve stayed if it wasn’t for that.” You explain yourself to her, just like you said you didn’t have to do.

You find yourself feeling guilty, like this was all a misunderstanding. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I was running away from you.” You look up into her eyes, “let’s just forget all this, okay?” You say, desperately needing her to remove the pressure from your arm.

“I don’t think I can do that. What’s stopping you from turning me in for breaking and entering? What’s stopping you from pressing charges?” She says, thinking over her options.

The words spill from your mouth before you have a chance to stop them “Why would I call the cops on my girlfriend? That’s not very nice.” You say, playing along with her psycho antics. You force a smile, even though your arm was on fire.

Yelena searches your eyes for sincerity, she must have found some, since she releases you arm and massages your shoulder. “Sorry about that.” She says, sitting beside you on the bed.

You nod, rubbing your nervous hands on your knees. “Girlfriend huh?” Yelena teases. You look over to her, wondering if she’s serious. “Break into my house and subdue me huh?”.

#yelena belova #yelena x reader #avengers fanfiction #avengers #mcu #black widow #yelena black widow #natasha and yelena #theif #melina vostokoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #alexei shostakov #red guardian #yelena x you #yelena x y/n #wlw #Yelena belova is a lesbian

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umnitsa · 2 years ago

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Drunk

Summary: You really really shouldn't try to get Alexei drunk.

A/N: I don't know, this just popped into my mind fully formed XD

Pairing: Alexei x fem!Reader

CW: Drinking, reader is drunk, mentions of sex, Reader is handsy.

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You are such a lightweight. Anyone would be, compared to the Red Guardian.

Alexei poured more vodka into the cup in your hands, then drank from the bottle.

You were already beet red, giggling, leaning to one side. Alexei found it… Amusing. Adorable. He slid his fingertips over your arm, his big hand sliding over your shoulder, then grabbing the back of your neck.

“Cute.” He says, nuzzling your cheek. “You are so cute.”

You buried your hands in his beard, scratching his chin; he laughed, amused. Your hands kept moving, caressing his neck, then tracing his tattoos.

You grabbed your cup and sipped on it, looking at Alexei with huge eyes. He laughed, grabbing the cup and putting it on the table. You traced the tattoo around his nipple, giggling.

“You’re also horny handsy drunk,” Alexei said fondly, petting your hair. “Lovely.”

He kissed you deeply, lazily, enjoying the feeling of your lips against his. you sighed and whimpered, your head buzzing from the vodka, making everything just a little bit more pleasant with how lightheaded you were.

“The vodka is for me. Enough for you.” Alexei grabbed the cup and downed the vodka. “I am the one you’ll be all over. I need you a little sober for that…”

“Oh, no…” You moaned, sadly, then you giggled. “Such a gentleman!”

“I want you to remember every single moment tomorrow, Куколка.” Alexei groaned as you climbed on him, making him lie on the sofa; you wiggled until you were on top of him, and he placed a hand over your ass, kneading gently. “You will wake up sore and know exactly what happened.”

“Alexei!” you gasped. “Promise?” You bat your eyelashes, your eyes fluttering close. Your hands, still moving, grabbed his sides, his hips; you started sliding down until your breasts were pressed against his cock. He opened his legs, letting your body rest against them. You placed your hands over each other and rested them on his belly, your chin on the top of your hands, batting your eyelashes at Alexei. He laughed, looking down at you.

His fingers buried into your hair and he tugged on it, directing your head to his belly. You started kissing his skin, tracing the blue lines with your fingertips, his cock hard against your breasts. Alexei slid one finger along your chin and you grabbed his hand, suckling on his index finger.

“Fuck, Куколка. You make hard for me to keep control.” Alexei trembled, closing his eyes. You slid your lips along his digits, trying your best to tempt him.

But your suckling got softer and softer, until you slept over his belly, his finger in your mouth, his hard body cradling yours. Alexei petted your hair, gently scratching your scalp. You sighed, hugging his waist.

“Lightweight.” Alexei chuckled again. You raised your head in your sleep, indignantly.

“…m’not lightweight. You are supersoldier!” You raised your arm, flexing your bicep drunkenly, then slapping your hand against his chest. Alexei’s booming laughter shook you awake and you indignantly stared at him, with glassy eyes.

“Don’t you forget it.” Alexei dragged your body up against him and rested your head on his chest once more, placing one hand behind his head. You slid your fingertips over his bicep until you slept, his free hand soothingly sliding down your back.

#alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov #red guardian #red guardian x reader #black widow #david harbour #alexei shostakov smut

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audaciousacolyte · 1 year ago

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hello!! just recently found your acc and holy shit can i say that ur writing is SO GOOD DUDE every post u make is such a banger RAHHH!!!! Sorry if I'm coming on too strong btw, it's very late and i am not eepy at all </33

anyways! i was wondering if youd write a knuckles x reader where theyve been best friends since they were kids, and knuckles found out hes been crushing on them? i love the silly red man he needs all the love frfr. Thank you!!

Red dead heartbeat

Knuckles the echidna x Childhood Friend! Reader

AN: 《|| Hello Duckie! (Do you mind if I call you Duckie?) I'm so glad that you enjoy my writing, it makes me really happy to see that I have a few fans at least... you're not coming on too strong at all! It's pretty sweet actually! In any case, please enjoy this for now. ||》

FLUFF (pre realization)

◇| Knuckles, as the last of his kind, is a deeply lonely guy, so you'll have to forgive him for being distant with you when y'all first meet. Most likely, he's been on his own practically his whole life. . .

◇| he. . .he's gonna need a moment or two to adjust to having people around all the time, but he'll be fine.

◇| Depending on the kind of relationship the two of you have, he may try to herd you away from villans (COUGH COUGH EGGMAN COUGH) and may attempt to pull you out of/away from the action.

◇♡|| He means well, he does, but he's still incredibly nervous about loosing more friends. . . About losing you.

◇| If it really bothers you, he'll stop, but he's a massive worrywart about the whole thing. Anytime you get hurt, he's on you like a leech! Even if it's a minor scrape, hes still going to patch you up. . .then pound the guy who hurt you six feet under.(I am a firm believer in "motherhen" knuckles, and I will DIE on this hill)

◇| on a completely random note, he SUCKS at verbal comfort. Just, the WORST.He does, however, give the best hugs out of Team Sonic so. . . You win some, you lose some IG /jk

◇| I will be honest though, you ARE going have to help him with social cues sometimes. A life of isolation doesn't exactly make a guy the best conversationalist, you know.

(Post-realization)

◇| He wasn't even aware of his crush until Sonic pointed out that he seemed more relaxed around you. It. . . only takes a little bit of hard thinking for him figure out why.

♡| He's blown away by the thought that he- well, that he might like you a bit MORE than he previously thought, but at the same time he isn't all that surprised. I mean. . . It's you! Why wouldn't he be infatuated with you?

♡|Actually acts pretty normal for the most part, if a bit more affectionate.

♡| If when he confesses, he's gonna make it as romantic as he can. Maybe a moonlit stroll? Or some kind of picnic? (He's still torn on whether or not he should take you to the beach and confess tbh) but however he goes about it, he'll be a bit awkward but sincere

♡| Genuinely thrilled when y'all start dating, you have no idea! He's the best boyfriend you could ask for! <3<3<3

#knuckles the echidna #knuckles x reader #x reader #red guardian

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4 (What Lurks in the Dark)

My Masterlist

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Intro 0 1 2 3 5 6 7 8 9 Updated Character Info 9.5 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17

Important info for this chapter:

Words in Russian:

Ебать - Fuck

Y/n's POV:

I followed behind Natasha and Yelena as we walked into the little shop. "If the Red Room's still active, where is it?" Natasha asked us. "We have no idea. He moves location constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security." I explained while following Yelena and looking at the pain relief options that the shop offered. "I'm just finding it hard to believe that he could stay off my radar." Natasha comments. "Well, it's not smart to attack an Avenger if you want to stay hidden. I mean, the clue is in the name. Dreykov kills you, one of the big ones comes to avenge you." Yelena says. I grabbed the ibuprofen. "Wait, what are the big ones?" Natasha questioned. I laughed humorlessly. "Well, I doubt the god from space has to take an ibuprofen after a fight." I say before grabbing a snack. "Where did you think we were all this time?" I added. Natasha just looked over at Yelena and I. "I thought that you both got out and were living normal lives." She says. "And you just never made contact again?" Yelena asks. "Honestly, I thought you both didn't want to see me." Natasha answers. I go over to the counter to check out with the stuff I had. "Bullshit. You just didn't want your baby sisters to tag along, while you saved the world with the cool kids." I say while looking at the total and grabbing the cash. "You guys weren't really my sisters." Natasha says. I felt my heart break at that. She didn't consider us her sisters. I slammed the cash onto the counter before grabbing the item I got and leaving the store.

A million thoughts raced in my mind while I walked over to a park bench where I could sit at. Why didn't she consider us her sisters? I considered her my sister. I mean she was the only family that I knew. I take the cloth off of my arm and look at the cut. "She's still looking around in there." I hear Yelena say as she sat next to me. I felt so upset and conflicted with what she said. "Why doesn't she see us as sisters? I mean you guys were the only people I knew. I was only one when I met you all, but you are my family." I say. Yelena shrugged. "I don't know why Y/n. But you are my sister, and no one can tell me otherwise, okay? Nothing will ever change that." She tells me. I nodded my head at that. "That looks like it hurts." She comments about the cut on my arm. "Yeah, but it's not the worst pain that I've ever had to deal with." I responded. I took the needle and thread I bought and sewed up my cut. "Ебать." I cursed at that. "Here let me." Yelena says as she takes the gauze and wraps it around my arm.

I see Natasha walk over with three beers. She places one of the bottles in front of me and another one in front of Yelena. "So, what's up with that gas?" Natasha asked as she sat down across from Yelena and I. "That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret by an older widow from Melina's generation. Y/n and I were on the mission to retrieve it. I got exposed to it and I killed the widow that freed me." Yelena says. I didn't really want to say anything to Natasha at the moment. "Y/n went to find me after I wasn't answering the comms for the mission, and when she found my tracker, I snuck up behind her and exposed her to it." Yelena mentioned. "Did you have a choice?" Natasha asked. I rolled my eyes. "What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I'm talking about chemically altering brain functions. They're two completely different things. You're fully conscious, but you don't know which part is you. I'm still not sure." Yelena explains. "I had it worse." I finally speak up. I had told Yelena this, but this was the first time I was telling Natasha. "They constantly updated and changed how they chemically altered brain functions. I was in a group right below Yelena's, but the two often worked together. I didn't remember anything." I say. "I knew Yelena, but I didn't know she was my sister. I thought she was just the widow from the group above me. I couldn't remember everything I did, who I was. I couldn't even remember my childhood. The times I had spent with you both, until after I got exposed." I mention. Natasha just stared at me after I said that. I leaned onto Yelena, just seeking comfort.

"Is that all there is left?" Natasha asked. She moved to sit next to Yelena. I watched as she fixed Yelena's cut on her arm. "Mhm. It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of widows." Yelena says. "He takes more every day. Children who don't have anyone to protect them. Just like us when we were small. Maybe one in 20 survives the training, becomes a widow." Yelena says. I hung my head at that. The things I lost because I was the best in my group. My right to ever have children, my childhood. "The rest, he kills. To him, we are just things. Weapons with no face that he can just throw away. Because there is aways more. And no one's even looking for him, thanks to you and Alexei." Yelena finishes. "Alexei?" Natasha asked. I chuckled dryly at that. "Dad." I mumbled. Natasha moves back to sitting across from Yelena and I. I opened the beer bottle in front of me before taking a swig from it. "Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones?" Yelena asked Natasha. "Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage. What about you guys?" Natasha says. I looked at Yelena, letting her know that she could tell Natasha what we came up with. "Well, Y/n and I came up with one together, since they destroyed our birth certificates. We reinvented them." Yelena says. "My parents still live in Ohio. My older sister moved out west, and my younger sister lives with me while finishing grad school." She adds. "Is that right?" Natasha says. "You're a science teacher. You're working part-time, though, especially after you had your son. Your husband, he renovates houses." I comment. "That is not my story." Natasha says. I laughed at that and so did Yelena. "What is your story?" Yelena asked while laughing. "Well, I'm certainly not in a relationship with a guy, but other than that, I've never let myself be alone long enough to think about it." Natasha explains. "What? You got a girlfriend?" I asked her. I just see Natasha smirk while taking a sip from her beer. I laughed. "Lucky bitch. I want a girlfriend." I commented. "Do you ever wish for kids? I want a dog." Yelena comments. "I want a cat. Maybe I'll adopt one day." I say. "Where are you guys gonna go?" Natasha asked us. "I don't care, as long as I'm with Yelena." I say. Yelena shrugged. "I don't know. We don't really have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere." I see Natasha sit up slightly. I take another sip from my bottle. "Don't." Yelena says. "Don't what?" Natasha asked. "You're going to give us some big hero speech, I can feel it." Yelena comments. "Speeches aren't really my thing." Natasha says. "I'm not shocked." I comment. "It was more like an invitation." Natasha mentions. "To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?" I asked. Natasha nods. "Yeah." She says. "Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?" Yelena asked. "Yeah." Natasha says again. "That sounds like a shitload of work." I say. "Yup. Could be fun, though." Natasha says while sighing. "Yup." Yelena comments. "I saw where he put the keys." Natasha says. I smiled. "Top drawer, green cabinet."

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sycamorelibrary754 · 1 year ago

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The Piggy Story

Summary: Yelena is Melina’s Secret Santa and takes a crack at a few handmade piggy presents!

Pairing: Yelena x reader (platonic), Natasha x reader, Alexei Alanovich Shostakov x reader (platonic) Melina Vostokoff x reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

A/N: If you read Happy Thanksgiving, you will understand this story. If you didn’t, please enjoy the random silly fluffiness. 😂

Yelena had been acting suspiciously for two weeks, sneaking around and making everyone uneasy. She would disappear at night without letting you accompany her, which was unusual since you frequently joined her when she walked Fanny. Initially, you thought she might be gearing up for an undercover mission. Whenever you asked her about it, she would dodge the question, giving you a look that seemed to say, 'If I tell you, I'll have to kill you.' You had learned not to overthink your sister-in-law’s idiosyncrasies. If it was possible, they made you love her even more.

You were lounging in your comfy pajamas, engrossed in a game of cards with Wanda in her cozy room, when Natasha suddenly entered. "Hey, detka, have you seen Yelena? She was supposed to join me and Steve for a briefing twenty minutes ago."

No, I haven't," you said as you placed your cards face down on your lap. "Not since this morning, anyway.

“She’s been acting odd lately,” Nat commented.

While rearranging her cards, Wanda pointed out, "Odd in general, or odd for her because you know there’s a difference.

"That is true," you nodded, gesturing toward Wanda.

Natasha grumbled, "If you run into your best friend, would you tell her that her sister is going to kick her ass?"

"Sure thing, wifey," you chuckled, playfully saluting her and giving her a swift kiss on the lips.

Nat playfully rolled her eyes and teased, "It's a wonder I married you."

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You couldn't contain your excitement as you and Yelena started putting up Christmas decorations around the compound the next day. Wearing your coziest Christmas sweater, adorned with festive patterns, you danced through the halls, humming cheerful tunes and happily hanging up ornaments and lights, infusing the entire space with holiday spirit.

“Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh

Peter’s on the go

Laughing all the way

Bells on Fanny ring

Making Tony fight

Wanda wants to flip a coin

And sing this song tonight

Jingle bells, Clinton smells

Banner laid an egg

Ant mobile lost a wheel

And Loki got away

Hey!”

That was very nice, y/n; now, how about a White Christmas song to go with this delightful cup of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream?

"No can do, boo. Only one show per Christmas season," you said, as you sat together on the sofa.

You both savored a small sip of the rich chocolate beverage, watching the steam rise enticingly from the mug.

"Hey, did you know that one of Mom's pigs is named Clinton?" Yelena said with a sheepish grin.

"Is that so? I've only ever heard of Alexi," as you savor some of the whipped cream from the top of your hot cocoa.

“Mom named Alexi, and then she asked if Natasha and I would do the honors of naming the other two. Clinton was the poser’s choice.”

"I can't believe Nat never told me. What name did you choose?" You took another sip of your beverage, eagerly awaiting the answer.

“Sir Francis Bacon.”

You almost choke on your hot cocoa as you sputter, and it rolls down your chin. “That is adorable!” you exclaimed, reaching for a napkin. You’ll have to point out which is which when we go to your parents' house for Christmas next week.”

"Hey, you've got a little whipped cream on your cheek." Leaning in, Yelena sneakily licked it off.

"Oh my God! Who are you, Fanny?! I have no idea where your tongue has been! Ew! Get some hot water, get some disinfectant, get some iodine!" With a jolt, you lept up and dashed to the bathroom, leaving Yelena in fits of giggles on the floor.

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The remaining week was filled with delightful Christmas-themed activities. As you snuggled up on the couch with my cherished blanket, preparing to watch "The Holiday" with the team, you noticed someone conspicuously absent.

"Where could Yelena be?" you mused aloud.

"In my lab," Tony said nonchalantly, casually tossing popcorn up into the air and effortlessly catching it in his mouth.

"Why?" you asked, slightly confused.

“Blondie wanted a private space to work on a project. I told her she could use the lab if she didn’t joyride any suits,” Tony explained.

“Yelena in your lab with unlimited access to nanotechnology.” Nat pondered, grabbing two Christmas cookies and offering you one before snuggling up beside you in your blanket ball.

"Go down there and see if she's up for watching the movie," you urged, tossing popcorn in Kate's direction.

"Why am I the one?" questioned the young archer.

"Since you're closer, and she's starting to freak me out," you explained.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. FRIDAY is keeping an eye on her," Tony reassured.

*^~^*

You woke up at Melina and Alexi’s Christmas morning to the delicious smell of cinnamon rolls and coffee. You agreed to do Secret Santa with your wife’s family this year. You and Natasha were wearing your matching Christmas pajamas, ready to exchange presents, but Yelena was unusually eager and insisted on going first.

Guess what? I was your Secret Santa this year, Mama! I wanted to challenge myself and make a homemade gift for you," Yelena exclaimed as she reached for Melina's tablet on the counter and quickly tapped a few buttons on the touchscreen. "Hey boys, come on in!

The door creaked open, and in waddled all three of Melina’s beloved pigs, their little trotters pitter-pattering against the wooden floor. As the trio rounded the corner, they presented a charming sight - each adorned in a specially tailored vest. Alexi sported a vibrant red vest, Clinton rocked a regal purple one, and Sir Francis Bacon donned a cheerful orange number. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that each vest was meticulously handcrafted, complete with the pig's name beautifully embroidered. It was a display of piggy prestige at its finest.

“Surprise, Mama! Now, not only will the piggies be warm in the winter, but they are stylish individuals with many pockets!” Yelena declared.

"The pigs are sporting vests," Nat deadpanned. You gently squeezed her hand, silently urging her to play nice.

“Not vests, sestra. Pests! Piggy vests! My very own invention," Yelena clarified. "You can just call me the next Tony Stark.

"The pigs sporting Pests," you revised with a chuckle.

"Thank you very much, my dear! These are fantastic. I've always believed they needed some attire. The Russian winters are extremely harsh, and they truly deserve something exceptional," Melina exclaimed, planting a loving kiss on her younger daughter's cheek.

"Check it out, girls! Alexi's has the best Pest. He's a dead ringer for the Red Guardian, ready to go head-to-head with Captain America," Alexi exclaimed as he affectionately stroked his namesake.

“Oh my God, it’s like living in a Dr. Seuss book,” Nat joked.

"Who knew you were a crochet pro?" You turn to your best friend in surprise.

“I wasn't. No, no… Kate Bishop is the mastermind behind it. She taught me how to make it. All it took was $100 for the yarn and supplies, which I may have borrowed from Stark, and a promise to never show up again in the middle of the night unless it’s a real emergency,” Yelena explained.

"Is that where you were sneaking off to at all hours of the day and night?"The surprise is written all over your face.

"Where else did you think I was headed?" Yelena questioned.

Undercover in the Multiverse, I don't know!" Your face turned beet red the longer she looked at you. "You were scaring the crap out of everyone.

"Ha! That's hilarious. You're quite the comedian, y/n," she laughed, placing her hands on yours and Natasha's shoulders. "I don't want to give anything away, but by New Year's Eve, some stylish individuals will emerge from this group!" With that, she wrapped you and Nat in a warm, tight group hug.

Natasha's gaze met yours from behind Yelena's back, and a smile crept onto your face. It indeed was a merry Christmas.

#yelena belova #natasha romanoff x reader #red guardian #melina vostokoff #fluff #mcu #the avengers #wanda maximoff #tony stark #kate bishop

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