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I’D PUT A BULLET IN MY HEAD IF I EVER LOST YOU NOW ♡ NATASHA ROMANOFF x F!READER
you hadn’t seen her for months. you were left behind to assume that she was done with you… you were dead wrong.
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▹ phantom power and ludicrous speed - pierce the veil
You knew you had locked the door behind you when you left this morning. You even double checked it before walking off. Now hours later, you stared at the unlocked wooden door, anxiety creeping up your spine and filling out your chest. Possibility after possibility ran through your mind. Had you been robbed? Was someone lying in wait for you? One possibility lingered in the forefront of your thoughts- that it was her.
You took in a deep breath pushing the door open slowly. There was a light on. A light you distinctly remembered never turning on. You crossed into the space carefully, seeking for anything out of place. Nothing you noticed, except for a pair of boots neatly tucked against the wall. Her boots.
When you finally rounded the corner of the front foyer, there she was.
Natasha was seated at the empty table.
You stared at each other for moment of uncomfortable silence, varying emotions rushed through you all at once. Anger, frustration, longing, sadness… relief.
“What are you doing here?” You finally asked, voice quiet.
You thought your anger towards her had long dissipated. You hadn’t seen her for months. You had spent nearly every waking hour worrying about her whereabouts. Weeks over analyzing your entire relationship, wondering why you weren’t good enough for her to stay or reach out. Missing her presence while wondering if she was even alive.
“No hello?” She asked with soft laugh. She almost sounded nervous.
“There was no goodbye.” You crossed your arms across your chest. The self soothing tactic did little to nothing to calm your nerves. As angry as you were, you missed her so much the feeling left a near permanent ache in your chest.
Natasha took in a deep breath.
“Why are you here?” You asked her once more.
“You know why I’m here.”
You let out a hum of indifference.
“No, I don’t.” You still kept your voice calm.
You had eventually made peace with her disappearance. She’d been a fugitive. Leaving you with no warning, not even goodbye text at least.
“I’m-”
“Don’t.” You didn’t let her finish. You didn’t want to hear any apologies. She waited a moment before she spoke again and way she said your name almost cut through your resolve.
“Stop.” You shook your head. “Natasha, you need to leave.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” She confirmed.
“I’m not leaving, until we figure this out.”
“There is no we!” You explained. “There hasn’t been a we in months.”
“Please-”
“No.” Your eyes squeezed. “Get out. Please.”
“Detka…”
You breathed in through your nose, eyes starting to sting with tears.
“I need you to leave.” You continued to plead.
“But you don’t want me to.”
“Don’t twist my words, you know what I mean.”
“I won’t leave.” She shook her head.
“Well, you had no problem doing it before.” You shrugged.
The sarcasm was harsh and you hoped it cut deep. You watched the hand that rested on the table clench tightly into a fist, her chest expanding in a controlled breath.
“I had to go. It wasn’t safe.”
You felt your anger spike.
“Gee, thanks for leaving me where it was so unsafe.”
You crossed to the kitchen, defeated in the attempt to get her to leave. If she wanted to talk you would be honest.
“No.” She groaned in frustration, the fist was now pinching at her forehead. “I was on the run. It was unsafe for you to be around me. I only left to protect you.”
This time you did laugh. You could tell by the look on her face that Natasha was not amused. In fact her expression darkened as you laughed at her.
“I don’t care about whatever excuse you want to give me. It doesn’t change what happened.”
She bit down on her lips, looking like she was trying to control her emotions. You were so used to her concrete poker face, this was new.
“Please.” She begged.
“I can’t live without you.” Tears were gathering in her eyes. You shook your head, your own lips sealed tightly. If you even let your expression crack, you know that you would break down.
“You have been.” Your arms tightened across your chest.
Natasha huffed out a sharp laugh this time. She had not been living. Instead she spent months in isolation looking over her shoulder. Moving from place to place. Navigating multiple fake identities. Most of the time she found her thoughts on you- knowing you were safe in the space you both had once shared as a home. Each day away from you pulled more air from her lungs and crushed her heart.
“I was running!” She snapped. “But I was not running from you.”
“You could’ve fooled me.”
“Bullshit. You know me better than that.”
“Nat, you left!” You nearly shouted. “You left me. You abandoned me here all alone with no warning! Never returned my calls- or texts! You couldn’t even care enough to send a fucking post card from wherever the fuck you were!”
You breathed in a few heavy gulps of air.
“So don’t you come back here with that “I can’t live without you” bullshit, because we both know that’s a lie.”
Natasha was out of her seat, pulling a handgun from the back of her waistband.
“What are you-”
“You think I’m lying?”
You stepped back a hair, lower back making contact with the counter behind you. You didn’t think your words were that harsh. Certainly not harsh enough to warrant a weapon. Except she didn’t raise it to you like you outlandishly thought. She clicked off the safety, loading the chamber and to your absolute horror- Natasha placed the barrel of the gun to her right temple.
“Natasha…” you said carefully, voice shaky with panic breaths.
“If you really think that…”
“Natasha, put that down.” You begged.
“I’ll pull the trigger right now.”
Her voice didn’t waiver. This finally cracked the dam of emotions you had been holding back. Tears sprang up into your eyes, breath hitching nervously.
“Stop it!”
“You think I can live without you, right?” Her voice raised. “You think I won’t do it?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, maybe to try and see if you could wipe the situation out of existence. Instead horrifying images of her pulling the trigger filled your mind. Her body falling to the floor, blood and brain matter painting the walls and cabinets of the place you once shared as a home. Your stomach lurched in disgust and when you opened your eyes again she was still holding the gun.
“No!” You shook out your head. “No! Stop it!”
Natasha lowered the weapon and you finally took a breath of relief. The restitution was short lived.
You watched in distress as she crossed into the kitchen. You stayed in place as she approached, still backed up against the counter. It didn’t matter what you did, she’d reach you no matter what way you turned to.
Natasha was fast to reach you, soon standing toe to toe. Before you could react she was shoving the gun into your hands and wrapping hers around your own. You felt your body recoil as she was pushing your finger to the trigger. You tried to fight off her hold while pulling your arm back, but the counter only restricted your movement. Her hand was securely gripped around yours, preventing you from letting go. The other hand placed itself on top of the barrel, steadying the weapon in place from your shaking hand.
She placed the barrel of the gun directly over her heart. The weapon shook rapidly in your shared grip from your nerves, which only made you more nervous in turn. By now you were fully crying, ugly sobs bubbling up out of your throat.
“Do it.” She urged.
You didn’t utter a word, only your ragged breathing was audible. It fanned across Natasha’s face, mingling with her own disturbingly calm paced breaths. Her face showed no inkling of deceit, expression collected and serious. The only hint of emotion came from the glassiness of her eyes. She called your name again.
“Pull. The fucking. Trigger.”
“No.” You sniffled, biting down on your wobbling lip.
“Why not?” She asked.
You let out a strangled laugh of frustration.
“I can’t!” You shouted.
“Yes you can.” She urged. “You wanted me gone.”
“Fuck! Natasha this is fucking crazy!” You tried to pry your hand out from under hers, but she was stronger.
“You need to- please- you’re being crazy!”
“Am I?”
Her placid demeanor only made you more upset. How could she be? With a loaded gun pressed to her chest and your shaking finger fighting hers to lift off the trigger. She was so calm, while you were barely able to keep yourself standing on your shaking knees.
“Yes! Yes!” You cried, tears still rolling down your cheeks. She shrugged a little, expression painted with a disbelieving nonchalant look.
“And I thought you didn’t want me here?”
You shook your head.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t live without me?”
You nodded before your head lolled forward in defeat, shoulders still shaking with each sob that ripped from your chest.
“I know.” Her voice was full of sympathy. “It’s okay, I know.”
Her hard grip on your hand loosened, immediately you were pulling your hand back and off the gun. Natasha’s hand on top of the weapon held it stable, while her other hand secured it and placed it on the counter behind you. With the offending object now gone from your sight, your body finally gave up. Your unstable stance crumbled, knees buckling and arms still trembling. Natasha was fast to embrace you, arms looping around you tucking your head into her shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her tightly, fearing that if you let go she may disappear on you again.
You cried into her arms, emotions you had bottled up for months finally breaking through. You missed her more than you wanted yourself to admit. You missed her presence. You missed her touch. You missed her smell. You missed her.
Your fingers gripped tighter onto her jacket as your thoughts tried to sort themselves out. You knew you didn’t want to continue to live without her, even after everything she’d put you through. You couldn’t do it. It caused you more pain and confusion that it took a gun to her head to realize how much she still meant to you.
Natasha’s hand soothed over your back as you cried while hushing you softly.
“Hey, hey, everything’s alright.” she cooed, a pleased smile gracing her features. “It’s all over now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m never going to leave you ever again.”
I wanted to post more this month but never finished any drafts to completion… yikes anyways.
⚰︎ chapter tags: flashbacks are italicized ⋆ unofficial date ⋆ soft yelena ⋆ angst ⋆ post endgame flashback ⋆ dikiy byk - wild bull , chudak - idiot ⋆ word count: 3.7k
⚰︎ bones now playing ▹ mad - reneé rapp
“This is it.” Yelena stated as you both stood outside of the shop. “Anything look familiar?”
After looking over the dark sign, you began staring through the glass. You observed the seating and counter set up, mind taking in the vaguely familiar sight. When you spotted the worker behind the counter, a glimmer of recognition appeared in your mind.
“Actually… yeah.” You said absentmindedly, heading for the door.
“Welcome in.” The worker called out casually, eyes turned down to a book on the counter. As you stepped closer, the moment she looked up her eyes lit up with mild excitement when she saw you. “Hey! Good to see you again.”
The girl was familiar, her golden skin stood out against the bright colors of her uniform. Curly hair pulled out of the way of her face and a seemingly broken pendant hung on a chain round her neck.
“Woah! You’re alive!” A secondary voice yelled.
The source of the yell appeared into view with haste. A young man approached the counter dressed in street clothing. He was clearly not a working employee of the establishment, but he too looked familiar.
“Barely.” Yelena muttered quietly after a soft hum of laughter.
“Hello.” You responded timidly, still trying to gauge their reactions.
Yelena nudged you forward, attempting to give you a boost of confidence to approach the counter. You stepped up, fumbling with the receipt in your pocket. The boy’s face pulled into confusion, studying you before glancing to Yelena.
“Wait- wait! You were you off on some secret dangerous Avengers business?” He asked leaving over the high table.
“Ned, chill, just… back off a minute.” The girl behind the counter squinted at you, her eyes fluttering across the healing wounds on your face.
“I think she’s a little fucked up.” She noted.
“No- I.” You tried to explain. “I’m alright.”
You smiled. You could feel Yelena’s amused stare on the side of your head as you blatantly lied to them.
“If you say so.” She shrugged.
“Super secret Avenger stuff.” Ned uttered, eyeing his friend. “You know, I’m still waiting for that exclusive interview.”
“Right…” You nodded slowly.
“I really need to know everything you know about the Spider-Man.” He added in casually.
“Wait- who?”
The pair of familiar strangers exchanged glances and looked back to you with puzzled expressions.
"Um, no, she will not be answering any questions right now.” Yelena interrupted.
They looked more confused now that Yelena stepped in for you. You were grateful for her help, but she was just a tad overbearing.
“It’s not that I don’t want to…” You started to explain. “I uh- I can’t.”
They still looked puzzled.
“Not right now.” You added in.
The girl looked to Yelena, then at you, then to Yelena and back to you. She leaned across the table, motioning to you meet her halfway. Once you were close enough she gave Yelena a small once over and spoke in a low a voice.
“Do you need help?”
Your lips parted in stunned silence. Yelena muttered out something unintelligible in Russian, hand rubbing over her forehead. She thought civilians worrying for your safety was ironic.
“She’s fine.” Yelena answered for you.
“I asked her.”
Yelena’s eyebrows raised, clearly not enthused with the mild attitude. You jumped in before Yelena did irreparabledamage to you alleged friendship with these two.
“No, no no no. I’m fine. Seriously.” You said with a stern voice, trying not to laugh. “Just managing a concussion.”
“Another one?” The boy, Ned, interjected. Your brows creased in confusion. Friendly or not- Why did these two people know so much about you?
“Yeah.” You laughed nervously.
They both shared an unreadable look between the two of them.
“Do you even know who we are?” The girl asked, eyebrows raised.
“Michelle?” You tossed the name from the receipt out cautiously. Her expression was neutral, but pleased. She still eyed you both carefully as she stood up straight.
“What about me?” Ned asked like he hadn’t been addressed by name minutes earlier.
“… Ned.”
An awkward silence blanketed the cafe.
“Good enough for me.” Michelle shrugged as she took a step to the register. “You want your regular?”
“Uh- yeah.” You shrugged with a smile, assuming she meant what had been on the receipt in your pocket. “Please.”
She nodded, scribbling your order down. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips at the thought of Michelle having your drink memorized. You figured that must come here a lot more than you originally thought.
“Aaaand for your keeper?” Her head tipped to Yelena’s direction.
With a flicker of distain, Yelena gave the girl her drink order. Before you could fish around for your wallet, she also supplied a 20 dollar bill, and stuffed the change Michelle gave her into the tip bucket.
There was no silence while you both waited for Michelle to make the drinks. Ned talked all of your ears off about the alleged friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, explaining his plan for some website software for his fan club or something. When Michelle had finished with your order, she placed the cups onto the counter, a sticky note stuck on your cup caught your eye.
“Well, I hope your concussion heals up nicely.” She wished.
“Thanks.” You gave them a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry about not recognizing you.”
“My God it’s like looking into a parallel universe.” Ned uttered, face lighting up as he snapped to add, “OR like prime Avengers Sparks.”
His reaction had you hoping that you were not seen as some raging bitch to them at some point. Clearly their attitude indicated you were civil acquaintances of sorts.
“Knock that off.” She lightly scolded her friend as you both grabbed your drinks.
"Um- good luck with your spider fan club."
"We prefer the term Web Heads!"
“Right.” You nodded slowly, following to where Yelena had been retreating to the door.
“And by the way you don’t call me Michelle.” She said with a small chuckle. You nodded again, a little overwhelmed with the entire ordeal.
As you began to exit the shop you peeked down at the note on the cup. Yelena glared down at it from over your shoulder.
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴
𝘟𝘟𝘟-𝘟𝘟𝘟-𝘟𝘟𝘟𝘟
- 𝘔𝘑
The name M.J. rolled through your thoughts, a reliving feeling of familiarity soon followed.
“Thank again, M.J.”
On your way out of the door you bumped into someone- or rather were nearly ran over by someone. The hit had you stumbling backwards, completely losing your footing. Yelena moved fast, grabbing for your jacket before you began to really fall.
“Hey!” Yelena scolded. “Watch where you’re going!”
You had both almost lost your drinks, but some miracle they both survived the collision. The stranger was quickly spitting out apology after apology crouched down on the floor to pick up the items he had dropped.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I am so, so sorry!”
He seemed very scattered and all out of sorts. Maybe even more so than you.
“You need to be paying more attention!” She shoved a pointer finger in his direction as he began to stand up. “Slamming into people like some dikiy byk.”
Once standing he stopped, standing still as a statue while he stared at you in surprise.
“Hey.” He breathed, expression resembling a kicked puppy. Your eyes looked to Yelena, seeing if she knew him. She still looked very irritated.
“Hi?” You returned the greeting, trying to decipher his expression. He awkwardly stared at you, more than a handful of seconds passed before he spoke again. If you were to be honest, it looked like he was ready to burst into tears.
“I’m-I’m Peter Parker.”
You blinked once. Unsure if you knew him or not. His tone suggested that you did. The more you looked at him the more familiar he seemed to get, but you still had no real clue.
“Do I know you?” You asked him bluntly, eyelids squinting to get a better look at him.
“No!” He answered suspiciously fast. “No- I’m just… a fan. Big fan of yours.”
You nodded slowly, still politely smiling at him. Yelena stepped closer now, finding the vibes of the stranger to be very weird.
“We should get going.” Yelena’s free hand was looking through your elbow again, gently tugging you.
“Yeah, um- it was nice to meet you.” You said to him with a smile.
“Oh yeah! Yeah- yeah! You too! I’ll see you around.” The cheerful words he spoke did not match the sad expression he wore.
Yelena tugged harder, successfully pulling you from your spot. You waved Peter goodbye with your free hand as you began to walk away, leaving him to disappear inside of the shop you had just exited.
“Chudak.” You heard Yelena speak under her breath.
You found yourself turning over your shoulder to watch him in the window. Something in your mind didn’t settle right. Outside of the amnesia, the way he tugged at your mind just made you feel wrong.
Two hours later it was approaching evening time. The streets were full of commuting cars and pedestrians trying to get to their destinations. You had been to Kate’s apartment and met the dogs. Now on the returning loop of the walk, Fanny and Lucky were leading the charge back to Kate’s apartment. You happily watched as they walked they sniffed everyone and everything they found interesting. Yelena held the leashes, per your earlier deal.
Recognizing how close we’re growing closer to your retuning destination, you finally worked up the nerve to ask Yelena a question. One that had been nagging at the back of your mind causing you a lot of anxiety.
“Hey I wanted to ask you something.”
“You can try.” Yelena sang.
“I don’t really know how to phrase it.” You worried your hands.
“Don’t think too hard, you’ll give yourself another concussion.” Yelena joked despite her own feelings of anxiety that formed. Luckily for her you laughed along at her words.
“Did I…. do something?” The question was vague. Yelena didn’t respond, gently tugging Lucky back on track.
“Before my accident, I mean.” You filled in.
“You’ve done lots of things.” Yelena answered casually with a shrug.
“No- like.” You were frustrated trying to find the right words. “To you?”
Yelena made a small sound of distain, hoping you didn’t pick up on it. You did.
“Oh no,” you said in a soft voice. “I did, didn’t I?”
Yelena opened her mouth to protest.
“Fuck.” You cursed. “I’m sorry.” You apologized.
“I swear I wasn’t always like that.”
The way you spat out the final word with so much hate made Yelena’s chest ache. She figured you must be remembering more of yourself from the more recent years you’d lost. The worry in her mind grew with the thought. She tried to interrupt you by calling your name, but you didn’t listen.
“I know you won’t believe me, but I’ve received awards for my outstanding service and merit from S.H.I.E.LD.” You barked out a laugh. “I guess it means nothing now.”
The more you spoke about yourself the more nauseous Yelena grew. Because of course you recived awards for all your achievements.
“Please, shut up.” Yelena cut you off with a breathy laugh. You were silenced immediately.
“You said you remembered the gas station?” She asked.
“Mhm.” You nodded. Yelena took in a steady breath, mentally preparing to be really honest with you for once.
“We had never met before that day… and I was not kind to you.” She admitted, eyes still focused ahead.
Yelena was thankful you were walking, she didn’t want to have this sort of conversation face to face. She didn’t think she had the stomach for it.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”
You were quiet. Yelena let you simmer with the new information. She silently prayed you would let the topic of conversation go.
“Is it funny if I think I did deserve it?” Your voice had dropped, every word sounding small with emotion.
“It’s like,” you paused. “Like with every bit of memory I get back… the less I think I like about myself.” You took in a steady breath.
“The last time I saw my mentor,” you began to laugh. “I wanted to-“ You huffed a laugh, obviously losing confidence in your words.
“I think I wanted to kill him.”
Like the universe wanted them to suffer, both dogs took an interest in a tree planted along the sidewalk causing you to stop in your tracks.
“I did try.” Yelena blurted. You finally tried looking into her eyes wearing a puzzled expression.
“Last Christmas.” Despite your stare, she kept her eyes on the dogs. “I came to New York to kill Clint Barton because I believed that he murdered my sister.”
Silence blanketed over the two of you, whizzing of passing cars the only sound. Yelena felt weight of your gaze on her face, while the admission hung heavy in the air around them like a toxic cloud. The very niche shared feelings and experience laced through the both of your minds.
Fanny interrupted the tense moment by nosing her head between your knees, nearly tripping you with the leash. Yelena instinctively reached her hand out to grab your arm.
“Why didn’t you do it?” You finally asked.
Yelena sighed.
“I realized she wouldn’t have wanted me to.”
You nodded slowly.
“Why didn’t you do it?” She asked in return.
“I was at a funeral. Bad etiquette.” You joked, pulling a breathy laugh from Yelena before she turned her attention to the two togs tangling their leashes together.
“You’ve sniffed the tree enough. Let’s go home.”
You both bagan the mildly awkward walk back to Kate's apartment, successfully making it without incident. Yelena unleashed the dogs and let them in first.
“I still can’t believe you have a dog.”
Yelena was going to respond, but her attention was diverted to the open window. An arrow whizzed past the small distance between your faces. You jumped back in surprise, following where it to the training bullseye Kate had had set up on the far wall. It had landed in the center circle of the target perfectly. Your eyes were turning for the window in surprise before you looked to Yelena who was already moving towards the window. When you looked back to the arrow you noticed the string tied around it.
You pulled on the string, freeing the paper that was folded around it.
You blinked at the words on the piece of paper, immediate placing a guess as to who the sender was. Nobody else you knew would confidently shoot an arrow between your heads like that. You doubted it would be Happy.
It was actually three papers rolled up together. The handwritten note, one copy of a printed photo and one copy of a newspaper clipping.
The photo you didn’t exactly recognize, you were sure you had never seen it before. You did vaguely recall the day. You recognized the setting and the people in it with you, but it drew blank in your mind. Despite how old you looked in the photo were wearing the insulating sleeves designed by S.H.I.E.LD. when you were first taken in to prevent accidents. You wore them daily until you were old enough to get a handle on shocking things around you, but the context of the photo explained your use of them.
In the photo you were surrounded by children of the Barton family, clearly engaged in some sort of game of dodgeball. The sleeves were simply a precaution of the children, especially the young Nathan barely able to participate in the game. The other side of the photo included the opposing team of Laura, Clint and Natasha.
The print out of the newspaper was a photocopy of a real clipping, bright creases of the folds indicating it had been well worn.
The image of the paper displayed a very recent photo of yourself, an older middle aged man and a gaggle of children smiling brightly while sat on a tractor. You had absolutely zero recollection of the photo.
You knew that you only get back to the North East for Bucky’s campaign, but anything before that was a toss up. You still had no idea what you really did. Apparently you did a lot.
“So you went on a some sort of mission trip? This must be why people like you so much.” Yelena assumed looking at the newspaper from over your shoulder. You handed her the photo of the Barton family for her to get a better look while you studied the newspaper.
You had heard the tractor sputtering a mile back. As the sound grew louder you saw the large tractor appear on the hillside, stranded in a half plowed field. When you squinted to get a better look, you could see a man getting clearly frustrated as he was trying to start it.
You stopped on the shoulder of the road as you weighed out your options. Keep walking for who knows how long. Or. Give your legs a break and help this farmer.
You chose the latter.
You trudged your way through the tall plants, careful of each of your steps.
“Hello there!” He greeted with a wave.
“Howdy!” You quintes out a smile against the blinding sun. “Need some help?”
“Not unless you got some jumper cables and a 12 volt in that pack of yours.” He gave a friendly laugh.
“Don’t need one.”
He gave you a look of pure confusion, studying you like you were as crazy as you must have sounded. After a moment of staring his expression brightened up.
“Good Lord.” He uttered in disbelief. You smiled.
“I can give you a jump.” You offered.
“I can’t even believe my eyes.”
He began to climb down the steps of the tractor, removing his hat and extending his hand to you.
“Michael.” He introduced himself. You opened your mouth to speak, “Oh I know who you are.”
He continued to shake your hand excitedly for more than a few extra seconds before he dropped his grip.
“You are a miracle!”
“It’s the damn battery again.” Michael grumbled. “Piece of junk died on me last week, too.”
“Um-“ You looked at the intimidating machine. “Can you lift the hood?” You motioned to the engine.
“Yeah, yeah!” He nodded rushing to help lift the metal.
“My kids ain’t gonna believe this.”
Michael shook his head as he worked open the cover. You laughed lightly, climbing up to get a better look at the engine. He watched as you inspected the components, checking the battery for any external damage. You had never jump started a tractor before, but you assumed it was the same was a car.
“It looks fine just a little old, but I think you should still replace it sooner than later.”
“It’s a 12-volt… You sure you ain’t need no cables? Gloves or nothin’?”
You shook your head, raised your arms to him to present your hands while giving them a little shake.
“I got these.”
“Alrighty Little Miss, go on ahead.”
You got a good grip terminals, minding the soon to be moving parts of the machine while he climbed back into the cab.
“Ready?” You hollered.
“Ready!”
You generated a small surge of electricity, just enough to kick on the battery, listening as the tractor roared back to life.
Michael began cheering loudly from his seat. You carefully shut the hood
“You’re a miracle!” He shouted over the noise. “Saved me a few mile walk back to the barn!”You gave him a sheepish smile.
“Glad I could help!” You were ready to grab your backpack and bid him goodbye to continue your journey.
“How can I pay you back? You need some money? Water?”
“No need!” You waved him off still smiling.
“You know what- hop in! Let me give you a ride up the road. Save you some miles too.”
You reluctantly agreed, climbing onto the tractor with your new acquaintance. He drove you back up to his main property where you spotted a few different structures and fences in pastures littered with various animals.
You spotted a group of children running towards the sound of the approaching tractor. Two boys and a younger girl trailing behind them. You assume d they must be the children he spoke of earlier. Immediately the group of kids were rushing right up to the machine as he parked it.
Michael cut the engine, letting you to hop off first.
The children’s shouts for their father quieted as they recognized you. Soon all three began yelling over on another excitedly the young girl shamelessly grabbing at your shirt as she hopped up and down. You couldn’t even focus on one voice to understand an ounce of what they were saying.
Hearing all the commotion, a woman appearing to be around Michael’s age emerged from the barn. She was wearing a floral long sleeve under a baggy pair of overalls that she had tucked into her boots. A wide hat obscured a lot of her face to you as she approached.
“What in the world is all the fuss about?” She shouted at them, clearly irritated he wasn’t still working the field. The kids quieted down as she approached.
“That damn battery!“ He started to explain. “Thankful for this little lady passing by to give me a jump- asked the lord for some juice for the battery and he sent me an angel.” You laughed along with him at the comparison.
The woman tipped her hat back, revealing her sun-kissed skin. A look of surprise wiped across her face.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” The woman’s face contorted into a look of recognition as she reached to shake your hand. Her free hand then reached to clasp around your hand in hers fully. You smiled, while you introduced yourself properly to his wife.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what has got you out all the way out here?” She asked you.
That was a good question. You had been hitchhiking around for a few weeks now with no plan in sight. You shrugged a little with a small laugh.
“Sightseeing, I guess.”
The young boys snickered.
“What kinda sights you think you’ll be seeing out here?” The older asked in a sarcastic voice, distaste layered in his tone.
“Gabriel.” The woman scolded him.
“Momma! Momma! Can she please stay for supper!” The little girl on your arm tugged you again.
“Well, I don’t see why not? It’s the least we can do as a thank you.”
The woman’s eyes shifted to you with a quiet plea, expression shining with sincerity.
“Well, maybe if you ask her real nicely, she might just say yes.”
“Um-um,” the girl messily pushed hair out her face as she began to speak, wide eyes staring up at you. “Will you- can- do you wanna eat supper with us?”
The look on their parents face gave you a feeling they wouldn’t take a no very kindly.
“I would love to.”
The girl jumped as she squealed in excitement still gripping the flannel you wore. Her brothers looked equally excited as well.
“Can she show us her lightning?” The younger boy asked his mother.
You laughed. You had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.
“Idiot!” The older boy pushed at his brother. “That’s Thor!“
Their mother scolded them with a pointed expression.
“What? I’m right!” He defended himself.
“We do not call our bother’s names.”
The girl on your arm began trying to tug you over to a pasture.
“C’mon! C’mon! I’ll show you all of the am-nals!” She excitedly stumbled over her words. “And- and I’ll tell you all their names!”
“His name was Michael.” You randomly blurted.
“What?”
“The farmer.”
“You remember that?”
You shrugged.
“Not sure how I ended up in bumfuck Oaklahoma, but, yeah, they were a nice family.” Your brain supplied you with more information on the memory.
“How cute.” Yelena hummed.
You were interrupted by three quick heavy knocks on the door to Kate’s apartment.
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⚰︎ chapter tags: flashbacks are italicized ⋆ unofficial date ⋆ soft yelena ⋆ angst ⋆ post endgame flashback ⋆ dikiy byk - wild bull , chudak - idiot ⋆ word count: 3.7k
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“This is it.” Yelena stated as you both stood outside of the shop. “Anything look familiar?”
After looking over the dark sign, you began staring through the glass. You observed the seating and counter set up, mind taking in the vaguely familiar sight. When you spotted the worker behind the counter, a glimmer of recognition appeared in your mind.
“Actually… yeah.” You said absentmindedly, heading for the door.
“Welcome in.” The worker called out casually, eyes turned down to a book on the counter. As you stepped closer, the moment she looked up her eyes lit up with mild excitement when she saw you. “Hey! Good to see you again.”
The girl was familiar to you. Her golden skin stood out against the bright colors of her uniform, curly hair pulled out of the way of her face and a seemingly broken pendant hung on a chain round her neck.
“Woah! You’re alive!” A secondary voice yelled.
The source of the yell appeared into view with haste. A dark haired young man approached the counter dressed in styled street clothing. He Th was clearly not a working employee of the establishment, but he too looked familiar.
“Barely.” Yelena muttered quietly after a soft hum of laughter.
“Hello.” You responded timidly, still trying to gauge their reactions.
Yelena nudged you forward, attempting to give you a boost of confidence to approach the counter. You stepped up, fumbling with the receipt in your pocket. The boy’s face pulled into confusion, studying you before glancing to Yelena.
“Wait- wait! Were you off on some secret dangerous Avengers business?” He asked leaving over the high table.
“Ned, chill, just… back off a minute.” The girl behind the counter squinted at you, her eyes fluttering across the healing wounds on your face.
“I think she’s a little fucked up.” She noted.
“No- I.” You tried to explain. “I’m alright.”
You smiled. You could feel Yelena’s amused stare on the side of your head as you blatantly lied to them.
“If you say so.” She shrugged.
“Super secret Avenger stuff.” Ned uttered, eyeing his friend. “You know, I’m still waiting for that exclusive interview.”
“Right…” You nodded slowly.
“I really need to know everything you know about the Spider-Man.” He added in casually.
“Wait- who?”
The pair of familiar strangers exchanged glances and looked back to you with puzzled expressions.
"Um, no, she will not be answering any questions right now.” Yelena interrupted.
They looked more confused now that Yelena stepped in for you. You were grateful for her help, but she was just a tad overbearing.
“It’s not that I don’t want to…” You started to explain. “I uh- I can’t.”
They still looked puzzled.
“Not right now.” You added in.
The girl looked to Yelena, then at you, then to Yelena and back to you. She leaned across the table, motioning to you meet her halfway. Once you were close enough she gave Yelena a small once over and spoke in a low a voice.
“Do you need help?”
Your lips parted in stunned silence. Yelena muttered out something unintelligible in Russian, hand rubbing over her forehead. She thought civilians worrying for your safety was ironic.
“She’s fine.” Yelena answered for you.
“I asked her.”
Yelena’s eyebrows raised, clearly not enthused with the mild attitude. You jumped in before Yelena did irreparabledamage to you alleged friendship with these two.
“No, no no no. I’m fine. Seriously.” You said with a stern voice, trying not to laugh. “Just managing a concussion.”
“Another one?” The boy, Ned, interjected. Your brows creased in confusion. Friendly or not- Why did these two people know so much about you?
“Yeah.” You laughed nervously.
They both shared an unreadable look between the two of them.
“Do you even know who we are?” The girl asked, eyebrows raised.
“Michelle?” You tossed the name from the receipt out cautiously. Her expression was neutral, but pleased. She still eyed you both carefully as she stood up straight.
“What about me?” Ned asked like he hadn’t been addressed by name minutes earlier.
“… Ned.”
An awkward silence blanketed the cafe.
“Good enough for me.” Michelle shrugged as she took a step to the register. “You want your regular?”
“Uh- yeah.” You shrugged with a smile, assuming she meant what had been on the receipt in your pocket. “Please.”
She nodded, scribbling your order down. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips at the thought of Michelle having your drink memorized. You figured that must come here a lot more than you originally thought.
“Aaaand for your keeper?” Her head tipped to Yelena’s direction.
With a flicker of distain, Yelena gave the girl her drink order. Before you could fish around for your wallet, she also supplied a 20 dollar bill, and stuffed the change Michelle gave her into the tip bucket.
There was no silence while you both waited for Michelle to make the drinks. Ned talked all of your ears off about the alleged friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, explaining his plan for some website software for his fan club or something. When Michelle had finished with your order, she placed the cups onto the counter, a sticky note stuck on your cup caught your eye.
“Well, I hope your concussion heals up nicely.” She wished.
“Thanks.” You gave them a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry about not recognizing you.”
“My God it’s like looking into a parallel universe.” Ned uttered, face lighting up as he snapped to add, “OR like prime Avengers Sparks.”
His reaction had you hoping that you were not seen as some raging bitch to them at some point. Clearly their attitude indicated you were civil acquaintances of sorts.
“Knock that off.” She lightly scolded her friend as you both grabbed your drinks.
"Um- good luck with your spider fan club."
"We prefer the term Web Heads!"
“Right.” You nodded slowly, following to where Yelena had been retreating to the door.
“And by the way you don’t call me Michelle.” She said with a small chuckle. You nodded again, a little overwhelmed with the entire ordeal.
As you began to exit the shop you peeked down at the note on the cup. Yelena glared down at it from over your shoulder.
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴
𝘟𝘟𝘟-𝘟𝘟𝘟-𝘟𝘟𝘟𝘟
- 𝘔𝘑
The name M.J. rolled through your thoughts, a reliving feeling of familiarity soon followed.
“Thank again, M.J.”
On your way out of the door you bumped into someone- or rather were nearly ran over by someone. The hit had you stumbling backwards, completely losing your footing. Yelena moved fast, grabbing for your jacket before you began to really fall.
“Hey!” Yelena scolded. “Watch where you’re going!”
You had both almost lost your drinks, but some miracle they both survived the collision. The stranger was quickly spitting out apology after apology crouched down on the floor to pick up the items he had dropped.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I am so, so sorry!”
He seemed very scattered and all out of sorts. Maybe even more so than you.
“You need to be paying more attention!” She shoved a pointer finger in his direction as he began to stand up. “Slamming into people like some dikiy byk.”
Once standing he stopped, standing still as a statue while he stared at you in surprise.
“Hey.” He breathed, expression resembling a kicked puppy. Your eyes looked to Yelena, seeing if she knew him. She still looked very irritated.
“Hi?” You returned the greeting, trying to decipher his expression. He awkwardly stared at you, more than a handful of seconds passed before he spoke again. If you were to be honest, it looked like he was ready to burst into tears.
“I’m-I’m Peter Parker.”
You blinked once. Unsure if you knew him or not. His tone suggested that you did. The more you looked at him the more familiar he seemed to get, but you still had no real clue.
“Do I know you?” You asked him bluntly, eyelids squinting to get a better look at him.
“No!” He answered suspiciously fast. “No- I’m just… a fan. Big fan of yours.”
You nodded slowly, still politely smiling at him. Yelena stepped closer now, finding the vibes of the stranger to be very weird.
“We should get going.” Yelena’s free hand was looking through your elbow again, gently tugging you.
“Yeah, um- it was nice to meet you.” You said to him with a smile.
“Oh yeah! Yeah- yeah! You too! I’ll see you around.” The cheerful words he spoke did not match the sad expression he wore.
Yelena tugged harder, successfully pulling you from your spot. You waved Peter goodbye with your free hand as you began to walk away, leaving him to disappear inside of the shop you had just exited.
“Chudak.” You heard Yelena speak under her breath.
You found yourself turning over your shoulder to watch him in the window. Something in your mind didn’t settle right. Outside of the amnesia, the way he tugged at your mind just made you feel wrong.
Two hours later it was approaching evening time. The streets were full of commuting cars and pedestrians trying to get to their destinations. You had been to Kate’s apartment and met the dogs. Now on the returning loop of the walk, Fanny and Lucky were leading the charge back to Kate’s apartment. You happily watched as they walked they sniffed everyone and everything they found interesting. Yelena held the leashes, per your earlier deal.
Recognizing how close we’re growing closer to your retuning destination, you finally worked up the nerve to ask Yelena a question. One that had been nagging at the back of your mind causing you a lot of anxiety.
“Hey I wanted to ask you something.”
“You can try.” Yelena sang.
“I don’t really know how to phrase it.” You worried your hands.
“Don’t think too hard, you’ll give yourself another concussion.” Yelena joked despite her own feelings of anxiety that formed. Luckily for her you laughed along at her words.
“Did I…. do something?” The question was vague. Yelena didn’t respond, gently tugging Lucky back on track.
“Before my accident, I mean.” You filled in.
“You’ve done lots of things.” Yelena answered casually with a shrug.
“No- like.” You were frustrated trying to find the right words. “To you?”
Yelena made a small sound of distain, hoping you didn’t pick up on it. You did.
“Oh no,” you said in a soft voice. “I did, didn’t I?”
Yelena opened her mouth to protest.
“Fuck.” You cursed. “I’m sorry.” You apologized.
“I swear I wasn’t always like that.”
The way you spat out the final word with so much hate made Yelena’s chest ache. She figured you must be remembering more of yourself from the more recent years you’d lost. The worry in her mind grew with the thought. She tried to interrupt you by calling your name, but you didn’t listen.
“I know you won’t believe me, but I’ve received awards for my outstanding service and merit from S.H.I.E.LD.” You barked out a laugh. “I guess it means nothing now.”
The more you spoke about yourself the more nauseous Yelena grew. Because of course you recived awards for all your achievements.
“Please, shut up.” Yelena cut you off with a breathy laugh. You were silenced immediately.
“You said you remembered the gas station?” She asked.
“Mhm.” You nodded. Yelena took in a steady breath, mentally preparing to be really honest with you for once.
“We had never met before that day… and I was not kind to you.” She admitted, eyes still focused ahead.
Yelena was thankful you were walking, she didn’t want to have this sort of conversation face to face. She didn’t think she had the stomach for it.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”
You were quiet. Yelena let you simmer with the new information. She silently prayed you would let the topic of conversation go.
“Is it funny if I think I did deserve it?” Your voice had dropped, every word sounding small with emotion.
“It’s like,” you paused. “Like with every bit of memory I get back… the less I think I like about myself.” You took in a steady breath.
“The last time I saw my mentor,” you began to laugh. “I wanted to-“ You huffed a laugh, obviously losing confidence in your words.
“I think I wanted to kill him.”
Like the universe wanted them to suffer, both dogs took an interest in a tree planted along the sidewalk causing you to stop in your tracks.
“I did try.” Yelena blurted. You finally tried looking into her eyes wearing a puzzled expression.
“Last Christmas.” Despite your stare, she kept her eyes on the dogs. “I came to New York to kill Clint Barton because I believed that he murdered my sister.”
Silence blanketed over the two of you, whizzing of passing cars the only sound. Yelena felt weight of your gaze on her face, while the admission hung heavy in the air around them like a toxic cloud. The very niche shared feelings and experience laced through the both of your minds.
Fanny interrupted the tense moment by nosing her head between your knees, nearly tripping you with the leash. Yelena instinctively reached her hand out to grab your arm.
“Why didn’t you do it?” You finally asked.
Yelena sighed.
“I realized she wouldn’t have wanted me to.”
You nodded slowly.
“Why didn’t you do it?” She asked in return.
“I was at a funeral. Bad etiquette.” You joked, pulling a breathy laugh from Yelena before she turned her attention to the two togs tangling their leashes together.
“You’ve sniffed the tree enough. Let’s go home.”
You both bagan the mildly awkward walk back to Kate's apartment, successfully making it without incident. Yelena unleashed the dogs and let them in first.
“I still can’t believe you have a dog.”
Yelena was going to respond, but her attention was diverted to the open window. An arrow whizzed past the small distance between your faces. You jumped back in surprise, following where it to the training bullseye Kate had had set up on the far wall. It had landed in the center circle of the target perfectly. Your eyes were turning for the window in surprise before you looked to Yelena who was already moving towards the window. When you looked back to the arrow you noticed the string tied around it.
You pulled on the string, freeing the paper that was folded around it.
You blinked at the words on the piece of paper, immediate placing a guess as to who the sender was. Nobody else you knew would confidently shoot an arrow between your heads like that. You doubted it would be Happy.
It was actually three papers rolled up together. The handwritten note, one copy of a printed photo and one copy of a newspaper clipping.
The photo you didn’t exactly recognize, you were sure you had never seen it before. You did vaguely recall the day. You recognized the setting and the people in it with you, but it drew blank in your mind. Despite how old you looked in the photo were wearing the insulating sleeves designed by S.H.I.E.LD. when you were first taken in to prevent accidents. You wore them daily until you were old enough to get a handle on shocking things around you, but the context of the photo explained your use of them.
In the photo you were surrounded by children of the Barton family, clearly engaged in some sort of game of dodgeball. The sleeves were simply a precaution of the children, especially the young Nathan barely able to participate in the game. The other side of the photo included the opposing team of Laura, Clint and Natasha.
The print out of the newspaper was a photocopy of a real clipping, bright creases of the folds indicating it had been well worn.
The image of the paper displayed a very recent photo of yourself, an older middle aged man and a gaggle of children smiling brightly while sat on a tractor. You had absolutely zero recollection of the photo.
You knew that you only get back to the North East for Bucky’s campaign, but anything before that was a toss up. You still had no idea what you really did. Apparently you did a lot.
“So you went on a some sort of mission trip? This must be why people like you so much.” Yelena assumed looking at the newspaper from over your shoulder. You handed her the photo of the Barton family for her to get a better look while you studied the newspaper.
You had heard the tractor sputtering a mile back. As the sound grew louder you saw the large tractor appear on the hillside, stranded in a half plowed field. When you squinted to get a better look, you could see a man getting clearly frustrated as he was trying to start it.
You stopped on the shoulder of the road as you weighed out your options. Keep walking for who knows how long. Or. Give your legs a break and help this farmer.
You chose the latter.
You trudged your way through the tall plants, careful of each of your steps.
“Hello there!” He greeted with a wave.
“Howdy!” You quintes out a smile against the blinding sun. “Need some help?”
“Not unless you got some jumper cables and a 12 volt in that pack of yours.” He gave a friendly laugh.
“Don’t need one.”
He gave you a look of pure confusion, studying you like you were as crazy as you must have sounded. After a moment of staring his expression brightened up.
“Good Lord.” He uttered in disbelief. You smiled.
“I can give you a jump.” You offered.
“I can’t even believe my eyes.”
He began to climb down the steps of the tractor, removing his hat and extending his hand to you.
“Michael.” He introduced himself. You opened your mouth to speak, “Oh I know who you are.”
He continued to shake your hand excitedly for more than a few extra seconds before he dropped his grip.
“You are a miracle!”
“It’s the damn battery again.” Michael grumbled. “Piece of junk died on me last week, too.”
“Um-“ You looked at the intimidating machine. “Can you lift the hood?” You motioned to the engine.
“Yeah, yeah!” He nodded rushing to help lift the metal.
“My kids ain’t gonna believe this.”
Michael shook his head as he worked open the cover. You laughed lightly, climbing up to get a better look at the engine. He watched as you inspected the components, checking the battery for any external damage. You had never jump started a tractor before, but you assumed it was the same was a car.
“It looks fine just a little old, but I think you should still replace it sooner than later.”
“It’s a 12-volt… You sure you ain’t need no cables? Gloves or nothin’?”
You shook your head, raised your arms to him to present your hands while giving them a little shake.
“I got these.”
“Alrighty Little Miss, go on ahead.”
You got a good grip terminals, minding the soon to be moving parts of the machine while he climbed back into the cab.
“Ready?” You hollered.
“Ready!”
You generated a small surge of electricity, just enough to kick on the battery, listening as the tractor roared back to life.
Michael began cheering loudly from his seat. You carefully shut the hood
“You’re a miracle!” He shouted over the noise. “Saved me a few mile walk back to the barn!”You gave him a sheepish smile.
“Glad I could help!” You were ready to grab your backpack and bid him goodbye to continue your journey.
“How can I pay you back? You need some money? Water?”
“No need!” You waved him off still smiling.
“You know what- hop in! Let me give you a ride up the road. Save you some miles too.”
You reluctantly agreed, climbing onto the tractor with your new acquaintance. He drove you back up to his main property where you spotted a few different structures and fences in pastures littered with various animals.
You spotted a group of children running towards the sound of the approaching tractor. Two boys and a younger girl trailing behind them. You assume d they must be the children he spoke of earlier. Immediately the group of kids were rushing right up to the machine as he parked it.
Michael cut the engine, letting you to hop off first.
The children’s shouts for their father quieted as they recognized you. Soon all three began yelling over on another excitedly the young girl shamelessly grabbing at your shirt as she hopped up and down. You couldn’t even focus on one voice to understand an ounce of what they were saying.
Hearing all the commotion, a woman appearing to be around Michael’s age emerged from the barn. She was wearing a floral long sleeve under a baggy pair of overalls that she had tucked into her boots. A wide hat obscured a lot of her face to you as she approached.
“What in the world is all the fuss about?” She shouted at them, clearly irritated he wasn’t still working the field. The kids quieted down as she approached.
“That damn battery!“ He started to explain. “Thankful for this little lady passing by to give me a jump- asked the lord for some juice for the battery and he sent me an angel.” You laughed along with him at the comparison.
The woman tipped her hat back, revealing her sun-kissed skin. A look of surprise wiped across her face.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” The woman’s face contorted into a look of recognition as she reached to shake your hand. Her free hand then reached to clasp around your hand in hers fully. You smiled, while you introduced yourself properly to his wife.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what has got you out all the way out here?” She asked you.
That was a good question. You had been hitchhiking around for a few weeks now with no plan in sight. You shrugged a little with a small laugh.
“Sightseeing, I guess.”
The young boys snickered.
“What kinda sights you think you’ll be seeing out here?” The older asked in a sarcastic voice, distaste layered in his tone.
“Gabriel.” The woman scolded him.
“Momma! Momma! Can she please stay for supper!” The little girl on your arm tugged you again.
“Well, I don’t see why not? It’s the least we can do as a thank you.”
The woman’s eyes shifted to you with a quiet plea, expression shining with sincerity.
“Well, maybe if you ask her real nicely, she might just say yes.”
“Um-um,” the girl messily pushed hair out her face as she began to speak, wide eyes staring up at you. “Will you- can- do you wanna eat supper with us?”
The look on their parents face gave you a feeling they wouldn’t take a no very kindly.
“I would love to.”
The girl jumped as she squealed in excitement still gripping the flannel you wore. Her brothers looked equally excited as well.
“Can she show us her lightning?” The younger boy asked his mother.
You laughed. You had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.
“Idiot!” The older boy pushed at his brother. “That’s Thor!“
Their mother scolded them with a pointed expression.
“What? I’m right!” He defended himself.
“We do not call our bother’s names.”
The girl on your arm began trying to tug you over to a pasture.
“C’mon! C’mon! I’ll show you all of the am-nals!” She excitedly stumbled over her words. “And- and I’ll tell you all their names!”
“His name was Michael.” You randomly blurted.
“What?”
“The farmer.”
“You remember that?”
You shrugged.
“Not sure how I ended up in bumfuck Oaklahoma, but, yeah, they were a nice family.” Your brain supplied you with more information on the memory.
“How cute.” Yelena hummed.
You were interrupted by three quick heavy knocks on the door to Kate’s apartment.
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Hello! I see your requests are open, I was wondering if you could write the Wanda x Maximoff familiar!reader for the Valentine’s Day master list:) if I misread that your requests are open I’m very sorry, or if I requested wrong!
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all of the valentines fics ended up being quite lengthy and in my time away from posting my writing improved a bit. they all needed some serious tender love and care… i’m sorry to keep you all in suspense but it’s here!
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ≠ 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ✉︎ the anniversary of your union always stirred up complicated emotions and memories you longed to forget.
⋆ ⋆ ─ tags: no use of y/n ⋆ mdni ⋆ reader nondescript ⋆ sapphic ⋆ fantasy au ⋆ changeling!reader ⋆ softdom!wanda ⋆ mentions torture ⋆ cults ⋆ blood/violence ⋆ SMUT ⋆ oral ⋆ spit ⋆ praise kink ⋆ improper use of magic ⋆ marking/branding ⋆ established relationship ⋆ master/pet dynamic ⋆ the first half of this is bit heavy ⋆ word count: 6.2k ▹ aria - chrissy chlapecka
Anniversaries were usually events that were celebrated as a time of unity and joy. The kingdom celebrated the anniversary of their constitutional freedom that came with the death of the old monarchy. The local innkeeper and his wife celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary just this year with a loud party in their tavern. You had complicated feelings with your own. Of course, you wanted to be happy about it. Feel the joy that you had witnessed from the window of that tavern when you watched the innkeeper’s wife be twirled around by her husband with a bright smile. Instead your joy was snuffed out by the grim memory of the events leading up to your union. You had came into Wanda’s service on the worst day of you life. What should have been the last day of your life if not for her. Every year when the day passed by you tried to treat the day ordinarily, not wanting to spend time thinking back on the painful memories.
Wanda always kept the day of your anniversary busy. She usually achieved success by keeping your mind occupied with tasks and errand. Today was supposed to be no different.
You were out with your master completing the list tasks she had planned for the day. You always enjoyed the validation from the completion of tasks and you had been in good spirits for most of the day. It only took a bad turn when she received a suspicious tip from an elder she was friendly with in one of the villages you visited.
Both of you were unaware of whatever the seemingly random tip could have possibly lead to. The last thing you wanted to find was a group of mages with copious dead animals and small fae creatures inside of a small shack. Wanda had zero patience for this sort of thing- even more so since your meeting. You did your best to keep your mind on track and be on you best behavior while following Wanda’s orders.
With one flick of Wanda’s hand one of the mage’s body began to shift and deform. He twisted with horrifying and painful screams of agony, bones breaking and muscles shrinking down into something no more than a handful of centimeters tall. He became a creature that resembled some sort of rodent.
When he tried to scramble and run away, you leapt down from the table where you had perched on. Your clawed paw came down to hold him in an iron grip by his rotund abdomen. When he started to thrash, you dug your claws deeper into the wiry hair. While you were busy with the rat, his partner dropped to his knees and began to beg your master for his own life.
“Please- Mercy! I beg mercy!” He stuttered. “You can take my magic, my-my money, my knowledge! It’s all- all yours. Just please let me live!”
Wanda sarcastically looked like she was contemplating over an answer, despite her mind being already made up.
“I don’t know about that, I think my cat may still be hungry once we’re done with your friend.”
You growled for show, baring your teeth and pressing further on your prey.
“Maybe I’ll let you go free…” She contemplated for show. “If you can give me the information I need.”
Somewhere in their back and forth you tuned out, claws still holding the creature in place while your master hackled the man.
The alter in the center of the room drew your attention despite how hard you tried to ignore it. You made linked your gaze with the cloudy eyes of the deceased goat, exsanguinated and gutted out in the tabletops. The sight made your vision spin, bubbling nausea up your throat. As the words being spoken around you faded out of your reality, your mind began to wander back to the alter you were once chained to. The animal in front of you could just have easily been yourself all those years ago.
It was then when your thoughts began to grow unkind to you. The scene before you had your mind taking you back to that horrible day when you first met your master. Even with Wanda just a few feet away and only the phantom pains from the iron that had bound you- you couldn’t help it.
You blinked and suddenly you weren’t in the shop anymore. Blinked again and the dead goat was no longer on the stone alter. Another blink and you were back in that cage.
You watched as the mages began to file back into the hut.
One… two... three... four… five… six… and seven.
They carried in their supplies and fulfilled the orders given to them by the man you figured out as their leader. They paid you no mind while they set up, treating you like nothing more than one of their objects to set on their sickening alter. One man readied their ingredients, one prepared their scripture. One of the men retraced the sigils on the floor and walls with their paints; and another began to prepare the restraints.
You never saw their faces. They had always kept them covered. The characterized masks they wore prevented you from seeing their expressions, all designed to look grotesque and toed the line of what some would deem demonic.
You couldn’t remember the events of your capture. To escape the harsh winters of the north, you had began to migrate south while choosing to follow the bird’s migration. You assumed one of their mages had casted a spell far away from you to not notice anything at all. Your last memory was traveling the road, with a covered bridge in your path. While unconscious of the men looped a chain around your throat and secured a lock, fastening it to the front of the cage- both decorated with incantations to disorient you. The iron infused compound burned at your skin and fatigued your muscles.
You had no idea where they had taken you. The air was warm- but inside the building was hot and humid. Uncomfortable. You had tried to cry for help when you first awoke. When no help came, your fellow fae in cages looked to you with pity. A little mangey house cat in a cage. Nobody heard your cries. You were too far into the wood from the surrounding villages for them even notice the bloody screams or their loud and haunted chanting every night.
A veil of smoke still hung visibly in the air. The room smelled like burnt herbs and iron. All evidence of the heinous rituals that had taken place in the nights prior. You had no idea truly how many fae were there before you. You had been here long enough to see the sunrise twice before today. Six fae had you already watched be slaughtered and sacrificed by these men.
Three sacrifices were given a night. And there were only three fae left. There was a young male ogre, a little red fairy, and yourself, a changing. The ogre boy had been fighting back, pulling at his chained restraints. So of course, they took him first.
You yowled, knocking against the side of the crate, not ready to watch another person die a senseless death. You could hear the buzz of the fairy as they rose up against the glass jar, little fists tapping on the surface. You knew screaming wouldn’t help. The combined magic of the group was enough to subdue the boy in the iron chains.
You had to look away this time, turning clumsily in your small space. With your back turned you were only able to hear his screams and they carved him and drained his life force.
The spell casted your way immediately had your consciousness fading. You began to panic. You knew what came next now. It was your turn to be their sacrifice. The cage door was creaking open. Your tiny limbs flailing, sharp claws out in an attempt to defend yourself. The mage wore thick gloves, the ones worn by the metalsmith you had seen working in the forges. You sunk your claws into to it regardless, putting up the fight of your life. If you couldn’t get free, you were dead.
The mage that grabbed you yelled in frustration, other hand gripping your back and pushing you into the crate.
The large glove grabbed at one of your claws and turned it unnaturally. The delicate bone snapped easily under the man’s muscle. The intense pain fueled your panic. The screech released from your throat was near ear piercing- sounds of protest and ripping fabric grew louder.
Now over the alter, two more sets of hands were on you now, the chain on your neck was being tightened and pulled down onto the stone alter. You crashed and clambered against the stone was best you could, knocking their talismans and candles out of place. You hadn’t stopped screaming the entire time, biting down on the mage’s glove that was secured near your face. Unfortunately it was all for nothing, they had secured your restraints on the stone and began backing up to their respective places.
The glint of the dagger raised above you drew your attention in as their leader began the incantation. Speaking the evil foreign words written in the old book he held. You couldn’t save yourself and you realized there was nobody coming to save you. No man. No god. It crossed your mind that maybe the devil could hear your pleas. Maybe he was even in the room with you under one of these masks. Your desperate cries grew louder, but still fell on deft ears.
I’m going to die. Somebody help us, please! Anybody!
Wanda’s eyes snapped open as she was ripped from her mediative state. The hundreds of candles that surrounded the room flickered violently at the disturbance. Screams rung in her ears, echoes of the surge of magic faded out and bounded off the walls of the dimly lit room.
The cry she heard made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. As she caught her breath back, she couldn’t shake the despairing feeling that pulled at her gut. The call was full of emotions, not just of despair and anger, but true unbound terror. So loud it broke through her concentration. Wanda dropped herself back into the meditative state in hopes to find the space where that powerfully treacherous cry sourced from. The call was so loud, unmistakable and not at all difficult to find its origin. With little searching, she found it was not sourced from the powerful witch that she had imagined, but a house cat. The magical aura surrounding the soul suggested some sort of fae- the seven others humans wielding magic far superior than they seemed equipped to handle.
When she materialized and stepped into the hut, the air almost made her gag. Thick with smoke and freshly decomposing flesh. If she wasn’t already suspicious of this outcome, the scene inside of the room was more horrible than the smell.
A young fae lay slaughtered on floor before their blood soaked alter. Their assumed leader stared straight ahead at her, holding a very dangerous book she recognized. One that was not suitable for human greed. Four other mages then froze in their place mid chant- hands still joined together. Another had his hands inside of the deceased and the last one had his hand around the throat of a malnourished black cat. His hand raised high with a blood stained dagger.
The residual fae energy in the room made it clear that this was not their first time preforming this sickening ritual. Sharp anger painted her vision a bloody shade of red. The fairy vanished in a gentle pulse of red magic from Wanda’s fingers, a portal casted to send him to freedom a few miles away. The next pulse of magic came directly from Wanda herself, knocking the man holding the knife over the feline back off of his feet. The metal secured around the cat’s neck and body was carefully warped and ripped away by her strong magic. The red cloud remained, moving the envelop and hold the small battered body in a careful cradle up off of the hard stone.
“H-hey!” Their devil of a leader took a bold step forward. In another flicker of red magic, he had no more air for words, suddenly choking on his breath. He dropped from the lack of oxygen, clawing at his throat.
The second man dropped whatever talisman he held in their clasped hands, stepping back from her.
“Y-you’re the-” Wanda’s eyes shifted to the source of the voice. The mage that had been disemboweling the young man on the floor of the hut pleaded. He was dead before his sentence was finished, blood poring out of the orifices of his face.
“Please h-have mercy.” The next one pleaded, knees hitting the dirt floor with a loud thump. His hands were threaded in a prayer position as he ironically begged for his life.
“You will find no mercy here. Nor will you find peace.”
Soon all seven twisted sorcerers that once stood in the room were crumpled on the floor still choking on their own blood or dead already. Wanda released the stolen magic they had stored in hopes it would return back to the forests and its fae creatures. Their deaths were far too quick for their crimes, but the soul that had called her here was her priority.
“Oh my.” Wanda uttered in sympathy as she approached you.
Using whatever strength you had left you tried to fight against the warm magic surrounding you when you saw a figure approach you. The unknown woman’s voice tried to sooth you, speaking softly and shushing you gently.
“Was it you that called me here, little one?” She asked in a hushed tone, already knowing the answer. You blinked rapidly up at the kind stranger that had decided to save you, body still jerking nervously. She slowly extended a hand to you in loose clasped fist, hoping you would take an interest in smelling her scent. You didn’t move.
“You poor thing.” She spoke more to herself.
Your fur had matted from being inside of the cage, areas being burned off in areas that had direct contact to the iron, in its place were angry welts. Each paw was burned and bleeding, accompanied by the obvious broken leg.
She slowly removed the wool cloak wrapped around her shoulders, careful not to alarm you further. Your vision was stolen from you as a red material was draped over your body and instinctively your thrashing calmed down. Despite your apparent fury, Wanda could sense your heart beat slowing down beyond a usual pace. She could feel the way the soul in her grasp had been losing its strength. The small fae creature before her was dying.
Now bundled in her wools, your breathing slowed back down as you processed the new scent surrounding you. It was warm something akin to a vanilla, earthy mixture of burned herbs. The warmth that you had felt earlier had returned, gently enveloping your aching joints and burnt skin. It didn’t burn, instead provided a complicated cooling sensation across all of your injuries. You felt your skin sooth and the sharp pain of your broken bone dissipate. Soon your strength returned almost fully, pain no longer throbbing from head to toe, only an intense feeling of fatigue remainder.
A few long moments passed by as you calmed down. When you finally felt steady, you decided that you wanted to speak to the woman who saved you, so you used the newfound energy to return to your human form. You felt her tug the wool from your head, freeing you from the warm material. Blinking up at the newer light, eyes adjusting to the new color spectrum to get look at proper look at her.
Your savior was beautiful. It wasn’t the devil that heard your pleas, but surely she was an angel. While you stared up at her, her identity became clear to you.
“Hello.” She greeted you softly.
You blinked again. Now you dared your eyes to float around the room. Gaze casting over the bodies of your attackers that littered the floor. Taking in the carnage she had caused. For you- because you had called her here. Your teary eyes lingered on poor orc boy that had gone first. You felt guilty. If you were louder, would she have came sooner?
“Are you feeling alright, now?”
You nodded.
“Good.” Her kind smile never faltered, green eyes twinkling in the moonlight
“Can you speak?”
You nodded again. Not all fae learned human languages, most changelings had to if they wanted to blend in.
“Are you afraid of me? I’m sorry you had to see that mess.”
You swallowed, finally finding the courage to speak. Her apology confused you because it was her that had saved you.
“No.” The waiver in your voice betrayed your answer.
“Did you mean to call me here?”
Did you? You did call out to whatever powers were present to listen. You just had no idea it would be the Scarlet Witch that heard them. You knew of her reputation. She was most definitely the most powerful solitary witch still alive. You had heard rumors of her feats and her abilities. After a moment of contemplation, you concluded that you must have called her here to you.
You nodded again, this time less confident. She hummed in thought looking over your features.
“All magic comes with a price, you know.”
Her statement alarmed you because you had no money. It was of little value to most fae, especially ones like yourself that spent their time wandering freely as a stray.
“You will owe me no debt, only your loyalty.”
That day she burned a spell into your chest over your heart, permanently tying your soul to hers. As long as your heart continued beating, it was only beating for her.
You were pulled from your transe by a pull on the scruff of your neck. Instead of the lax position you would have fallen into, the memories had set your nervous system on fire and the action startled you. Your claws blindly swiped out for your attacker, catching something on a single curved nail.
“Ouch!”
Your eyes opened.
It was Wanda holding you, not those devils that had disguised themselves as men. The little rodent you had been holding down was bleeding profusely on the dirty floor from the wounds you assumed you must have caused.
It was her palm that you had scratched. A thin red line cut through her extended palm. You stared at the damage you had done to her near spotless skin, dread filling up your system. You wiggled in her grasp still, panicking further with each second that she did not drop you.
“You need to calm down.” Her voice spoke again.
You made a sound of disdain high in your throat. A natural openent would have seen it as a threat, a warning that you were growing very unhappy. Your master’s grip didn’t falter, instead her injured hand threw her woolen cloak over your eyes just as she had done the first day you met. The lack of vision startled you, but instinctually calmed you down with the lack of stimuli.
She was hushing you, just like she had that day, tucking the wool beneath your feet and humming softly to fill the silence. You growled again.
“Shh with that nonsense,” she said softly. “Im sorry- we’re going home now.”
Back safe at home you moved throughout your shared space like you were walking on glass. The guilt was overwhelming. You found yourself struggling to not turn feline and run with your tail tucked between your legs to hide in shame.
Wanda had cleaned and healed her hand in the first few moments you had arrived while you stood to the side watching in horror at what you had done. She didn’t need the bond to know how you were feeling after your excursion, she could practically see the anxiety rolling off of you. Deciding that you might need something to do, she spoke up softly to grab your attention.
“Malyshka, would you fetch me some water from the well, please?”
“Yes.” You squeaked softly, almost tripping over your feet to grab the designated pail. The bell around your neck jingled chaotically as you a clamored for the door.
You felt you needed air that wasn’t inside. You needed to breathe something that wasn’t riddled with shame and the smell of your master’s perfumes. You didn’t feel deserving to even be smelling her scent, let alone look at her. When made it outside you finally you took in a deep breath of fresh air. helped ease you a little.
When you did reach the well, you had half the mind to climb up the stones and jump down to hide away forever. Wanda must be upset with your behavior, surely she wouldn’t mind not seeing your face for a while…but she asked you to retrieve her water. So you scrapped the idea and began to fill the pail with trembling hands before returning to your home. Wanda was still at her work station, scribbling down her notes.
You tried to be quiet on your return, but failed. You loved every gift Wanda gave you, but the little bell around your neck was drawing too much attention to you. While trying to keep its jingle to a minimum, you spilt a little amount of water onto the floor. The very minor mess made your stomach drop, more dread settling into your system.
You took in a short breath through your nose, biting down on your bottom lip hard to try and stop it from quivering. You set the pail down slow and gently, not wanting to spill more before you cleaned up the small puddle. Then while transferring the water into the pitcher, you had spilt more on the tabletop. Not as much as the floor, but you wanted to melt into the puddle all the same.
“Alright, I think that’s enough.” Wanda spoke up suddenly, causing your footsteps to falter.
You clutched pitcher in your hands tighter while bringing it closer to your chest. Confusion washed over your features, as she had instructed you bring the water. You wondered if the spilt water was enough to finally upset her.
“Come here.” She beckoned you, throwing a look over her shoulder. You moved to set the pitcher down thinking she changed her mind, but she interrupted your movements.
“Ah ah, I said to bring the water.”
You blinked in frustration, pursing your lips. You did your absolute best to keep your thoughts under control, less she already heard them.
You obeyed and moved to place the water onto the table, but she stood and grabbed it from you. You let out a noise of frustration as she continued to confuse you with her orders. She took the pitcher from you and placed it onto the counter herself before waiting back down in her seat.
“Why-?”
“Stop.”
Your movements stalled completely , shoulders stiffening at her now demanding tone. She took your hands into her own, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Take a breath.”
Your expression twitched, lip wobbling lightly.
“In.” She eased. You took in a breath, shaken and skipping. “Out.”
You repeated breathing a few more times, calming you down before you really ended up upset.
“I owe you an apology, my pet.” Wanda apologized. Your eyes turned to your master in confusion. “I was not fully aware of the circumstances of our little detour today. I would have never asked you to be in a situation like that again. Especially today.”
Her kind words soothed the burning anxiety that was scratching at your mind. Wanda’s hand had moved to pet at your hair, further easing the anxiety from your bones. You muscles relaxed against her touch, leaning in slightly.
“‘S okay.” You uttered.
“No, it’s not.” Wanda pressed her lips into a thin line, regret painted all over her features.
“I should’ve have made you stay.”
“I won’t leave you.” You answered immediately. She smirked knowingly.
“Yes, but I should be more mindful.”
You blinked once, not wanting to ever entertain the idea of Wanda being wrong.
“I’m sorry about your hand.” You finally found the words to apologize properly.
“Look.”
She presented you her freshly healed palm, not even a ghost of a scar remained on her soft unblemished skin. You had to stop yourself from grabbing at the outstretched appendage, feeling unworthy of touching your master.
“You did nothing wrong.” Wanda assured with a sweet smile.
Your mind traveled back to the rodent trapped under your paw.
“I killed him.” Your voice began to waiver.
“And I was going to kill him anyways.” She shrugged, hand coming up to pet at your hair. “He was involved with necromancy.”
Your nose scrunched in distaste. You preferred the dead stay dead.
“So, I suppose… It is I that should be thanking you.”
You shrugged a shoulder limply. The praise felt misplaced after the harm you had caused, guilt still high in your mind.
“Hm.” She hummed indifferently. “I don’t hear any of those polite little manners of yours that I love.”
Your shoulders squared up, fumbling with the words.
“Y-you’re welcome.”
“That’s better.” The hand that had been soothing at your hair traveled down to the back of your neck and sat there, heavy weight comforting.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you grab me that little red book of mine on the writing desk?”
With newfound confidence, you were nodding eager to fulfill the request. The little bell still jingling around you neck as you moved. 
The book was one you saw Wanda often scrawling in during her spare time. You didn’t know its purpose, only witnessing it was filled with her private writings and occasional doodles. When you handed her the leather bound book, she began slipping through the pages
“I’ve been working on something…” You watched her . “I only waited so long to show you because wanted it to be absolutely perfect.”
You curiously peeked over her shoulder to see the page her hands stalled at. The drawing covering both sides of the centerfold. You immediately recognized the symbols of the marking Wanda placed on you when she took ownership of you as her familiar. This new design was larger, intended to expand your binding seal to mark up across the expanse of your upper chest and up your neck to rest at the collar Wanda gifted you. It was a little peculiar. The need for more runes and bindings puzzled you slightly, but Wanda had never been wrong with her magic before.
“What do you think?” She asked, looping her arm around your waist to pull you to sit on her lap.
“‘S pretty.” You uttered trying to decipher some of the sigils and runes she had stylized into the design. Some you recognized, others seemed to be of Wanda’s own creation. When focusing on the shapes of the mark, you could see a monogram hidden in the lines displaying an M or maybe it was a W, you weren’t exactly sure.
“I started it after you were snatched up on that delivery last year.”
Ah, that was it. It was for your safety.
“You were such a brave girl, but you shouldn’t have to have been.” You stayed quiet as she continued to speak. Her arm smoothed up and down your back in a soothing motion.
“I don’t want anymore close calls with you.”
“I know we don’t ever do presents- especially today, but…” Her voice trailed off, eyes still trained to gauge the expression on your face as you studied the design. Wanda knew you rarely opposed of anything she requested, most familiars were blindly loyal to their masters. She valued you higher than just her familiar- you were her partner for life and she loved you more than life.
“Okay.” You gave her your consent. The bright smile you enjoyed so much returned to her face.
“Up on the bed,” she ordered, patting your behind playfully. “Clothes off.”
Once again you eagerly scrambled to follow her instructions. The duvet was soft against your bare back, extra blankets and pillows casted out of the way. The red book was laid open beside you on the bed as a point of reference for Wanda. She had tossed a leg over your hips, careful to keep her weight off of you as she hovered over you. You tried to settle again the softness of the blankets and keep your breathing under control. The built up anxieties of the day still weighed heavy on your mind. That horrible place. The dead animal. The cut you caused on Wanda’s palm.
“Ready?” You nodded, swallowing down whatever displaced nerves had appeared with your intruding thoughts.
You watched the red glow materialize around her fingers, studying them carefully as they drew closer to your skin. As they slouched down on your chest, the familiar cool burning sensation started at the preexisting mark. The angle was awkward to look at, so you casted your gaze to your master’s face instead. Her expression was calm as she focused her attention on your chest.
The sensation of her fingertip lightly dragging across your skin grounded your thoughts. The warmth of her magic traveled through your body your body from her work had began to relax you. You felt it seep into your skin and settle heavily in your muscles. If the haze was intentional or not you welcomed the calming sensation, letting the fog of her take over your mind.
You were nearly lulled into a deep sleep by her presence and the weight of her body above you. Maybe she was doing it on purpose, or maybe it had something to do with the new runes.
Wanda had danced around the meaning of the spell work she had placed within her design, not disclosing any of the details to you. Altering your seal technically meant renegotiating your contract. There was no physical write up, only the inking she put on your skin.
She was grateful when she felt you start to relax and melt into the duvet. Your eyes had glossed over, thoughts growing calm as you stared dreamily up at her. The trust you had in her superseded your bond as her familiar. She knew other witches and warlocks that treated their familiars as nothing but pets or slaves to do their grunt work. To her, you were her partner for life. Your bond as her familiar meant that as long as you were safe by Wanda’s side, your lifespan would coincide with her own. You might be immortal, but you were not indestructible. Your magical abilities greatly underweighted her own.
The new spell work would be more taxing to her in the long run, but she knew you were worth every pain or hardship she could ever face. With the final markings under your collarbones complete she sat back to admire her work.
“All done.” Wanda informed you. You blinked lazily arching up into a stretch. You had nearly fallen asleep during the still minutes that had gone by.
She give you the space to sit up.
You admired the mark in the mirror. Heart swelling from the carefully crafted artwork she had spent months on. Wanda appeared behind you, hands resting on your bare shoulders. Her lips ghosted over the skin of your neck, placing a kiss above the collar. It was then that you noticed the dark staining to her fingertips. The kind that only showed when she used too much magic at once. The sight always worried you, each time it appeared it seemed to stay longer and longer until it faded.
“Nobody will ever be able to touch you again.” She spoke in to your skin. Wanda wasn’t sure if the words were for you or herself.
Curiosity got the better of you prompting you to raise your hand and touch the seal. Your fingers traced the lines Wanda had carefully placed on your skin.
“How do you feel?” She asked, still pressing kisses to your skin.
“I feel okay.”
“Just okay?” She placed a kiss on your scapula, just behind your heart.
You nodded. She waited a beat, basking in your content awed expression and calm heartbeat. A prideful smile graced your master’s features as she watched you.
“And what do we say when we revive a gift?”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Malyshka.” Wanda hummed in approval.
Her inky fingertips snaked under your arms to grope at your bare chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples. Your breathing stuttered, eyes fluttering.
You suddenly my turned in her hold, climbing up onto her lap once more. She allowed you the space to move. You kissed her with all the hidden emotion you had stored away. She allowed you to lick against her lips, parting them for you to deepen the kiss.
Wanda loved when you were so forward, she found it cute. You parted from her, quick breaths puffing against her face.
“Wanna give you a gift too.”
You slid down off of the bed, knees hitting the soft carpet and hands parting the slits of the skirts she wore. Her fingers grabbed for face gently, halting your movements with light a squish of your cheeks.
“You sure? You know you never owe me anything.” Her expression was serious, eyes still faintly glowing red with power.
You will owe me no debt, only your loyalty. The words of her promise still holding true through the years.
You nodded in her hold. With a smile she released your cheeks, thumb swiping against your lips. You immediately parted them and took the digit into your mouth. You sucked lightly before she pressed her thumb down onto your tongue. She pulled it from your mouth with a line of saliva connecting them.
“Go ahead, then.” She parted her thighs for you to have better access to her.
With her permission to proceed you continued your prior movements to free her of her undergarments. A mixture of pride and the need to prove yourself to her propelled your actions. The scent of her arousal was heaven to your heightened senses.
Pulling her hips to a comfortable angle, you immediately got to work. Starting at her dripping hole, you greedily lapped at her slick arousal, humming in content. Only when you had your fill did you extend your focus. You licked at her clit, tongue pushing against and swirling around the bud. Wanda’s head tipped back, hand had a tight grip on tour hair now. Her inky fingers pulled at the roots causing you to moan out against her.
You could feel your own arousal gathering in your panties, pleasure pooling heavy in your gut.
“Fuck.” She cursed, eyes opening to meet your hungry gaze. Her chest raised and fell quickly as you continued to chase her to the edge.
“You’re such a good girl, yeah?” Her words came out breathless. The praise had your mind short circuiting for a moment, thighs clenching and knees shuffling.
You hummed again in agreement, tonguing at her entrance. The hand in your hair tightened, her leg muscles jumping and almost closing against your head. Your hands did their best to kept her in place, nails biting into the fat of her thighs.
When you sensed her growing close to her peak, you allowed her to use you. You flattened your tongue against her clit, your grip helping her grind up against you.
The feeling of her magic returned, the cooling warmth this time clouding your thoughts. You tried to keep focus on your task at hand, but mind clouded over with your own pleasure. Your master was placing thoughts in your head. Arousing thoughts of her, thoughts of you with her, images of every degenerate thought she had of you.
Whimpering against her core, your hips began stuttering and jerking against the empty air. Your master’s magic was bringing your own orgasm to a forced crescendo.
She came with a soft sound of pleasure, her free hand not in your hair muffling the sounds you loved to hear. You greedily lapped at her release, swallowing down the taste of her. You couldn’t focus on the lack of volume from her because she was forcing your orgasm to completion.
Your orgasm hit with a near full body convulsion, a powerful pulse of magic spreading from your head to toes. You felt your garmets soak in arousal, thighs growing more slick by the passing second. Your head lolled to rest on her bare thigh, all the muscles in your body going lax.
You both took a few moments to gather your breath. Her fingers released from your hair, allowing your body to slump forward. You absentmindedly nuzzled at her skin while breathing in the natural scent of her sweat.
Your face glistened in the setting sunlight that spilled into the room. Wanda’s fingers that gripped your face smeared it across your flushed skin. Her hands squished at your cheeks again, this time pushing harder to part your jaw wide. With no warning she leaned over you and spit a small amount of saliva onto your tongue. You swallowed on instinct, presenting an outstretched tongue to her.
“I’m so proud of you Malyshka.” Her words made pride bloom in your chest. “Such a brave little kitty I have.”
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⋆ ⋆ ─ tags: mdni ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ reader nondescript ⋆ sapphic ⋆ slightly unhealthy relationship dynamic ⋆ obsessive!yelena ⋆ no smut ⋆ implied ace!yelena ⋆ i am trying to unclog my constipation of drafts ⋆ lowercase intended ⋆ word count: 1.2k
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⋆ ⋆ ─ yelena had a very commanding presence. she was a natural leader. careful, pragmatic, albeit impulsive at moments. she was an all or nothing type of girl. you knew this before your relationship had officially began. you’d seen her demonstrate it time and time again on the field during missions and off duty. your subconscious pull to her felt automatic and almost like second nature.
⋆ ⋆ ─ you were always friendly, but course yelena noticed the shift in your behavior. you were always choosing to be sat next to her. you sought out her feedback on your missions. asking her to be sparring partners. she was almost taken by surprise when she realized your sudden uptick of interest in her. at first the new attention made her wary. but you were persistent and clearly smitten.
⋆ ⋆ ─ yelena didn’t do feelings. she didn’t do relationships- never having the urge to find that deep of a connection with anyone. that was until you landed right in the way of that theory.
⋆ ⋆ ─ once yelena accepted your affection, it was a very slippery slope to a place that bordered obsession. you two could always be found together. observed trading clothing, following each other to the bathroom, speaking in half sentences and sharing your meals. all while having more sleepovers in each other’s rooms and never choosing to sleep alone.
⋆ ⋆ ─ yelena learned everything about you. your allergies, favorite animal, favorite color, hopes, fears, and dreams. of course she tracked down all your past relationships or flings just in case. she needed to know everything. she even had a locked photo album on her phone with photos she’d taken of you both with and without your knowledge…
⋆ ⋆ ─ one day at a time yelena became more and more enamored with you. slowly and subtly she began to take control of your day to day life. maybe she started with location sharing. harmlessly being able to keep a live tab on you while you were out for the day or on a mission without her. while out on missions she always made it a personal point to know exactly where you are at all times. it would be enough for her then, but eventually you have a close call- or the comms go out while you’re separated from the team. you reunite with the team safe but the event sends her into some sort of downward spiral. she spends the following days glued by your side, still trying not to seem like she’s clinging.
⋆ ⋆ ─ yelena tries to return to your normals, but she really can’t shake the feeling like she had lost you. you had already been training together, so when she corners bucky to be your regular mission partner, he didn’t have much protest.
⋆ ⋆ ─ instead of sharing garments, yelena took full control with your wardrobe. while getting dressed in the morning or for any planned event, she would offer her opinions on your closet. she’d rummage your drawers and select her favorites. often she’d already be dressed for the day, choosing your set of clothes to compliment her own.
⋆ ⋆ ─ yelena would check your gear before you even got a chance to touch it yourself. She’d let you go through your own safety check, of course. she loved to watch you do anything. her heart would soar over the moon if you even brought a concert to her attention, she loved nothing more than to be the one to ease you worry.
⋆ ⋆ ─ then she moved onto the cooking. some unspoken discussion happened the first time yelena placed a bowl of homemade soup in front of you. “ty yesh.” you eat. without any protest, you picked up the spoon. it continued from there whether at the watchtower or at your shared home space- she began to control your routine.
⋆ ⋆ ─ yelena tracked your nutrition balance. tracked your water intake. medications? she knows the dosage and has all the alarms set. and yes, she absolutely started tracking your menstrual cycle. thought you forgot to buy your preferred sanitary product? she had already been sure she checked your cabinet the moment she was aware your luteal phase began. bled through your panties? she’d tucked an extra pair for you into her bag just in case.
⋆ ⋆ ─ after yelena had spent so many mornings dressing you, somehow you began to remember her favorites. on a day that she isn’t there to chose for you, you relied on the memories of what she had previously chosen for you. she’s always doing so much for you, the least you could do is wear the bra she likes to see you in.
⋆ ⋆ ─ yelena’s favored form of intimacy was caring for you. joint showers became normal. she liked helping you scrub your scalp and the hard to reach places on your back. she would moisturize your skin with her favorite scent before choosing your pajamas and sat you down to brush out your hair. she would also braid it if you had the facilities. when your both ready for bed and you’ve brushed your teeth, she would stand beside you at the bathroom counter with floss in hand. “otkryt.” open. you’d obey, lips parting and jaw opening wide for her and allowing her room to work.
⋆ ⋆ ─ at some point yelena began enforcing a strict bedtime, but she wouldn’t exactly call it that herself. she banned phones after 10PM in the name of sleep disturbances, when actually she just wanted your complete undivided attention. to be the first and the last thing on your mind each day.
⋆ ⋆ ─ while out in public, yelena was always touching you. weather it was holding hands, her arm looped around you or her palm tucked into the back pocket of your jeans. you were no better, purposely finding a seat on her lap whenever it seemed appropriate for you.
⋆ ⋆ ─ nor you or yelena cared what others or even the team thought of the nature of your relationship. you paid no mind to their jests or sarcastic comments. she would only tolerate so much of it, cutting them short with her own attitude when you began to grow upset by the teasing.
⋆ ⋆ ─ of course yelena kew her obsessive dynamic wasn’t a healthy one. you were your own person. you had your own opinions and your own free will. yelena spent her most of her whole life having none of that. the fact that you willingly surrendered it to her was what she craved.
pt i. piranhas in the water⠀✚⠀trinity santos x f!reader
“𝙾𝚑, 𝙸’𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.”
⋆ ⋆ ─ tags: mdni ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ reader nondescript ⋆ sapphic ⋆ implied post robby sabbatical ⋆ medical field inaccuracies ⋆ reader works in the ptmc billing department ⋆ bitch off ⋆ but really they’re flirting ⋆ baby’s first pitt fic pls be gentle ⋆ word count: 2.4k
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2:00 PM
You had been practically drowning in paperwork for weeks. Days filled with the endless streams of words and numbers on a screen, phone calls and minor mental breakdowns. Just when thought you were ready to start on this set of files you had been putting off. You noticed something about the charts. Or lack there off.
With all your extra work, you had completely forgotten about your earlier memos, which had clearly gone unnoticed. It’s not like you fully expected them to be received, the Emergency Department is always busy with something new. And with all your work piling up, you were really not as on to of things as you should have been.
The filing deadline was fast approaching and it was already after lunch. Your only reasonable option now was that you had to make a personal visit downstairs and search for the assigned physician yourself. You had not been lucky enough to meet her face to face yet, but you have heard of the reputation of Doctor Santos. Tricky and abrasive, with a confident personality of the biggest dick in the locker room. Despite the rumors her overall patient satisfaction has all been mostly positive from what you had seen.
When you finally slipped through the doors of the Emergency Department, and made a beelline for the most trusted face in the room.
“Knew I heard those fearsome finance footsteps, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Dana greeted you as she continued to read the tablet in front of her.
“C’mon Dana, if she swam all the way downstream…What we really should be asking is who is the next victim?” Doctor Langdon added.
“Well unfortunately it’s not you.” You flashed him a sickening customer service smile. He gave you a playful middle finger, inconspicuously hidden close to the top of the desk.
“And actually, I’m looking for Doctor Santos.” You turned to Dana and offered her a real smile, knowing she would help you out.
Doctor Langdon didn’t bother to hold in his cheerful laughter.
“This day keeps getting better.” He smiled brightly to Dana before pushing off the desk. “I hope you have a field day with Doctor Santos.”
Your eyebrows crunched in confusion, staying silent and allowing Doctor Langdon to go return to his patients.
“Good Lord,” she sighed as she watched him walk away. “Santos is in with a peds burn in North 2.” Dana answered.
Your eyes floated around the stream of curtains and empty medical beds before returning to her with a puzzled look.
“That one.” She pointed with a laugh.
“Thank you.”
You waited idly by the curtains Dana pointed to, shifting your weight on your feet to ease your idle jitters. Each minute wasted down here had you only visualizing your work upstairs backing up higher and higher your plate. After seven agonizing minutes Doctor Santos had finished talking with the family inside about care instructions for the wound and exited the bay.
“Doctor Santos,” you grabbed her attention. She turned to you with a puzzled look, eyes turning to read your hospital badge. You introduced yourself regardless before you began to explain your visit.
“I’ve sent a few reminders about charts all addressed to you this past week and I don’t want to believe that all five were unseen or accidentally lost, but I know it could be possible-”
She cut you off with a snort. “So you’re the Piranha?” She asked completely disregarding what you had just stated.
“I have a name.”
“Piranha.” She stated like you were hadn’t just shared your actual name with her.
You blinked twice, lips slightly parted in surprise.
“I need your charts submitted by 4PM.” You snipped.
Someone from across the room shouted for Doctor Santos’ help. She began walking in that direction, leaving you to frustratingly follow her steps.
“I’ll be sure to put it at the very top of my to-do list.”
You sighed quietly, not wanting to give too much attitude with your next statement. Your words came out softer, less bite to the words. They came out scripted and bored.
“If I do not receive them today, I will be reaching out to the attendings to see how we can fix this issue going forward.”
Her steps halted.
“Wow…” She said slowly, expression souring. “tough crowd.”
“By 4PM, please, Doctor Santos.” You give her a customer service smile.
“Yes, Miss Piranha, ma’am.” She gave you a salute with a playful smile.
“Thank you.” You quickly shuffled your way out of the Emergency Department, not exactly privy to witnessing some gruesome scene on accident.
4:00 PM
Nothing.
And thirty minutes later… Still no updated forms have been submitted by Doctor Santos.
As if you didn’t have an enough work to finish up, you spared the time to go back down to the Emergency Department. This time your steps were fast and pointed, irritation clearly oozing from you like a gloomy toxic cloud.
“Uh oh.” Dana’s voice echoed as you bypassed the desk completely.
“Watch out.” Another voice echoed.
“Doctor Santos!” You caught up to her.
“Little Miss Piranha.” She greeted, not slowing down her pace. You ignored the name and kept up with her steps.
“It’s past 4PM.”
“Sorry, I’ve been kind of busy.” She floated her hands around the bustling room.
You waited only a moment to steep in your irritation before continuing to speak.
“I understand that you’re kind of busy, and I kind of have deadlines to maintain in order to not compromise patient’s care based on an easily avoidable financial hiccup with an insurance claim. All because their physician was too busy to give them the time.” You sighed dramatically.
“Or maybe somewhere in your eight years of higher education you never learned how to time manage as well as you thought.”
“Wow. Ouch,” She stopped to turn and face you now that she was at her station. “Has anyone told you that you’re kind of a bitch.”
“All the time.” You nodded, peachy expression still in tact.
You were constantly being berated by unhappy patients and families, always working with patient advocacy. You had grown very thick skin.
“And for your information, I do know how to manage my time.” Doctor Santos informed.
“I just wanted an excuse to get you back down here.” She admitted with a small smile. Your irritation spiked, the poised expression on your face cracking with a flash of disdain.
“You wasted more of my time on purpose?”
“Only a waste of time if you choose to see it that way.” She shrugged.
“Is that not what I just said?” Your eyes darted down to your watch. “It’s taken me six minutes to get down here- six minutes back up, that’s almost a quarter of an hour alone on travel time gone.”
“Okay well, your line of thinking is kind of a nightmare.” She pointed out with a look of surprised disbelief.
“Noted. Why are you holding me hostage Doctor Santos? Have you updated the charts?”
“Oh yeah!” She pulled them up on her screen.
“So, submit them?” You gaped.
“First.”
Your eyebrows raised.
“You have to agree to have drinks with me after work.”
Your entire system seemed to malfunction. Thoughts shut off as you read her expression for any evidence of a jest or mockery. She looked like she hesitated for just a moment, but didn’t back down.
“… Unless you don’t drink. I’m sure we could figure something else out.”
You cleared your throat.
“That is very forward of you, Doctor Santos.”
“Trinity; and is that a no?”
“No...” You hummed in thought, trying to regain control of the situation. “but if you submit your charts you can ask me again later. When my brain stops feeling like it’s going to start melting out of from my eyes.”
Trinity clicked the submission button where her mouse had been hovering without another thought.
“Deal.”
7:00 PM
You could even feel your own anger bouncing off the walls of the elevator as it traveled back down to the ground floor. You were out of the doors before they had even fully opened and began your very direct walk to the Emergency Department for the third time today. Ahmad just so happened to be at the doors, immediately clocking the energy and opening the door for you.
“Everybody look out!” Robby chuckled lowly as he watched your speedy steps travel into the Pitt.
“Piranhas in the water!” Doctor Langdon announced.
Boo! It’s the evil billing department again! You didn’t mind the pointed attitude you received, Someone has to do the job. Surgeons did the real cutting, but nothing really cut quite as deep as the final bill.
Only today the stupid nickname irked you even more. By now, you were well into overtime for the umpteenth day in a row and your eyes felt like cotton balls from staring at your screen for so long, blue light glasses be damned. The look on your face could only be described as something resembling homicidal.
You took the direct path you remembered that lead to Doctor Santos’ station, hoping to see her colleague and roommate hovering somewhere nearby.
“Look who it is,” doctor Santos greeted as you approached. “I really hope that unhappy face isn’t for me.”
“No, I’m not here for you, Doctor Santos.” You gave her a small strained smile with what grace you could find.
“Trinity.” She corrected again. You sighed lightly.
“I’m here looking for Doctor Whittaker.”
Her face pulled into a grin. “Fuckleberry?”
Hearing the explicite version of the rumored nickname out loud almost made you laugh.
Like she was a saint performing a miracle, Doctor Whittaker appeared from somewhere behind her. Your unsuspecting victim politely greeted you as he approached.
“Santos, still not up to date on your charts?” He asked while laughing.
“Honey, no.” Santos gave him a very sarcastic pout, sadistic glint in her eyes.
“Doctor Whittaker, I’m here for you.” You turned back to Doctor Whittaker. His face paled, like he was next up on the execution stage.
“Me?” He looked panicked. “I’m all up to date.”
You gave him a sad smile, handing him a thin folder of printed copies of charts.
“Entirely illegible.”
Doctor Santos continued to wear a smug grin, chucking behind her closed lips.
“I can’t file shit if I can’t read shit.” You explained, voice fatigued. “Punctuation is not suggested. It is mandatory.”
Trinity began to laugh.
“Nice job Fuckleberry! How bad is it?”
“Could be a NASA equation for all I know- I’m not the doctor. I need your revised version in my inbox by yesterday.”
“Yes, sorry, sorry! I-I’m on it!”
“On it, in it, over it. I’ll be here late.” You informed him. “I do expect a call when you update everything.”
“Absolutely, yes sir- ma’am- miss.” He coughed and sputtered over the words.
“Thank you.” You sighed in relief, like feeling a large weight fall off your shoulders.
“I’ll see you later, Trinity.” You offered her a softer smile before turning on your heel and heading back upstairs.
Only when you had turned the corner to exit the Emergency Department did Dennis release the tension from his body.
“What the hell was that?” He asked his roommate.
“What was what?” She kept her eyes glued onto her computer.
“That?”
“Wow,” she extended the vowel, “I can see how your notes were so illegible.” She dodged the question.
“She was totally being flirty with you.”
Trinity pretended she didn’t notice.
“Was she?” Trinity was up and out of her seat before he could say anything else about it.
Dennis might have been right, but for all she knows, he’d do something to jinx it. She just needed to finish out her shift and hope that you’ve completed enough of your own work to agree to go out.
Trinity couldn’t help the grin that spread onto her lips as she smiled at the floor. Already feeling the massive ego boost that she’d gain if she somehow managed to bag the most evil bitch in the building.
10:00 PM
The sun had long set and your paperwork seemed under control for the most part. After a sudden firing and an already planned paternity leave of your colleagues had left you and what remained of the department scrambling to keep up. A knock on your office door had you pulling your head away from your digital work calendar.
You had expected to see Doctor Whittaker, but instead Trinity stood at the door. She had her bag slung over her shoulder, clearly on her way out.
“You’re still here.” She pointed out.
“That I am.” You rubbed at your eyes tiredly.
“Huckleberry fixed his charts.” She raised her right hand. “I even double checked it myself before he submitted, 100% legible- scouts honor.”
You breathed a small sigh of relief, posture relaxing.
“Thank you, so much.”
You quickly busied yourself with double checking the submissions from Doctor Whittaker, ensuring that it gets filed out tomorrow after all the effort you went through to get it today.
“Do Piranhas sleep or?”
“I don’t want to still be here.” You groaned. “I’m salaried anyways, the overtime means nothing.”
“I’m sorry.” Her words surprised you.
“Hm?”
“Dana told me how much work you’ve been putting in this quarter.” She explained. “Almost a one woman show up here.”
There were more empty offices than those occupied on your floor.
“Nina’s been a big help.” You shrugged. You couldn’t take all the credit. “And I don’t mean to be a bitch, I swear.” You laughed.
“This job takes a backbone- I can’t bend rules and deadlines for everyone. And tripling the work doesn’t exactly help.” You sighed. “You get it- Doctoring is hard.”
“I do.” She nodded with a chuckle. “If it’s worth anything I find the bitchiness endearing.”
“That’s sweet.” You giggled, the foreign sound was infectious spreading to Trinity.
“I do believe you still owe me an answer to my question. That is if your eyeballs are still in tact.”
Your head finally dropped, shoulders shaking as you fully laughed and began shutting down your computer. Trinity watched you pack up your bag that was tucked under your desk and pull out your set of matching food storage from the mini fridge to the side. She made a mental note of it because she fully expected to take advantage of it during your work days if this date went well.
“If I’m saying yes, you have to find me a better nickname than a fish.”
“I don’t know, I think it’s kinda cute.” she plucked your lunch bag off the table, leaving you to worry about your purse and work bag.
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The subway was crowded. You could see the backup from the turnstiles all the from the top of the steps. While you were busy distracted with the group of people, Yelena began pulling you in the direction of the escalator.
“Hey!” Your voice grabbed her attention. “Do you know when I was on the subway last?” You asked.
Yelena halted in thought when she realized there was no follow up statement and you were genuinely asking Yelena this because you didn’t know the answer.
While she was scrambling for a response, she was painfully reminded of your very weird relationship. Yelena also had no idea the last time you had been on a subway. There was still so much about you that she really didn’t know. She regretted her adversity to learn even a shred of real detail about you. She knew the basics- your relevant professional history, your fighting capabilities, preferred food choices when you grumbled at meals. Your favorite color? Favorite type of music? Favorite food? Hopes? Fears? Dreams? All things she had previously never bothered to know. And the one she regretted the most- your relationship with Natasha. You spent years by her side. There were so many of your memories of her sister full of things that she could have learned through you if she had maybe given herself a chance to know you- now all gone for the foreseeable future.
When she felt herself spiral further when you shrugged off her answer while nonchalantly taking in the different advertisements and artwork lining the walls. Yelena hated how normal that was for you. Living in this constant state of unknowing confusion. In your current state of mind, it did make her feel better that you trusted her so much to be your guide today in the world that you had forgotten about.
“I think I liked the subway.” You suddenly said.
Yelena had an idea.
“Do you have your wallet?” She asked.
“Yeah?” Your eyebrows furrowed at her question, but still, you fished for the item and presented it to Yelena like a gift.
She opened it and sifted through your cards, eventually pulling out a moderately worn out metro card.
“I think you like the subway enough.” She surmised from the wear and tear.
You shrugged again, instead your attention falling on a receipt in a pocket. Your eyes brightening in curiosity- excited to see what you had done recently.
It was a receipt for a cafe. Your eyes skimmed the type printed on the narrow transfer paper successfully locating the date of the transaction. It was fairly recent- maybe only a week or two before that last mission. Order number 417, taken by a Michelle. The contents of the order looked like something you would probably get for yourself based on the coffees that Yelena had been making for you each morning.
“Hey! Maybe we could stop here before we go see the dogs.” You proposed with hope while lowly waving the paper in your free hand.
“It’s your day out.” Yelena reminded. “We can do whatever you like… within reason.”
Your face broke into a grin, already planning to get whatever what listed on the receipt in some lame attempt to magically fix your brain.
“Watch your step.” Yelena grabbed for your free hand that was not occupied with the receipt and pulled you over the bottom lip of the escalator.
You stumbled lightly when your bad knee buckled from the sudden turn. You tightened your grip on the hand Yelena had guided you with, now becoming the one thing preventing you from hitting the hard flooring.
The crowd of people kept bustling around you, receiving no curtesy to your unknown disadvantage. You didn’t fall though, Yelena tugged you out of the surge of people allowing you to clamber against her side for balance when you stumbled free. You were close enough to smell her warm scented perfume that clung to her. The cafe receipt crumpled slightly in your hand as you grabbed onto her jacket.
Yelena had only slowed her pace down to a brief stop while you regained your footing. Only when she was sure you were still stable before she continued to walk, hand still holding onto yours. They stayed tightly linked as you waited in the busy crowd for your turn to use your card.
Yelena seemed unfazed by your joined hands. Instead she stood calmly, eyes scanning over the crowd like a security guard. Meanwhile you stood stiffly and tried to control your nerves. You were growing painfully aware of how sweaty your hands had grown, but she seemed blissfully unaware. Or at least unphased.
Once you had finally gotten through the turnstile and boarded your subway car did Yelena part her hand from yours, but your embarrassment was far from over. She had tugged you into the back corner of the car seating you somewhere against the wall where she could stand in front of your legs and almost block your entire body from view of other passengers.
The position was precarious, your face reaching the height of Yelena’s waist, but once again she didn’t seem phased at all.
“You don’t want to sit?” You asked, neck craned up to her. “We’re getting off at Atlantic…”
“I am fine,” she shrugged, chin turning down to look at you properly. “but if I may ask, where are we going?”
You playfully rolled your eyes.
“Have you ever been to Coney Island?”
Yelena blinked in thought.
“I have not.” She answered while observing your thoughtful expression.
“Is that where you’re taking us?”
You offered a shy smile.
“Maybe….”
“Alrighty then.” Yelena shrugged.
You paused cautiously gauging the tone of Yelena’s reaction, almost as if you were bracing for her rejection. Maybe it was nothing or maybe it was muscle memory of what your relationship had looked like before your accident.
“You don’t think visiting Bucky’s old stomping grounds sounds like a stupid idea?” You asked her in a low tone. You wanted to clarify, still fully expecting to be shut down.
“It really might just be the last place he would think to look.”
The smile on your face was irreplaceable.
“BUT- I’m placing down some rules. No running, or jumping, or riding the rides. I will not be returning you broken.” She listed off activities like she had when you talked about walking the dogs.
“Heard. Absolutely, totally understand.” You agreed, more excited that she was on board.
You could barely contain your excitement the rest of the ride. Yelena never moved from her spot in front of you, it was only halfway through the ride did you realize she was standing there to block your injured knee from other passengers...
⋆ ⋆ ─
The abandoned service station smelt like dirt and old oil. Depending on what direction you faced when you moved, you got a whiff of some sort of animal that had been long dead.
Bucky had instructed his captives to sit in the pit of a broken car lift while we waited for his evac. You didn’t blame them for deciding that running from the pair of you would not be worth it. A former Avenger and the former Winter Soldier. Bucky could handle the two super soldiers and the assassin, but you were confident you could figure out how to take down the Ghost if you had the chance.
You found yourself a seat on one of the worn out metal stools. You had chose one out of the four that looked the least destroyed. The red vinyl seat was faded and taped up. Long unused hardware creaked when you spun yourself in a disinterested circle. You weren’t really paying attention to whatever Bucky was talking about. You were irritated. Tired from being pulled from your slumber abruptly, tired of the headache that Bucky’s motorcycle seemed to give you and on top of it all- in the middle of nowhere with a less than savory cast of characters.
You leaned your elbow on the dusty work desk, eyes drooping closed. Maybe you could sleep through his little speech until it was time to go…
“Sorry, I have to ask… Have all of the Avengers gone into politics?”
Your head lolled to the side, eyes cracking back open to see Yelena Belova staring at you from where Bucky had restrained them all. You had almost wanted to giggle at the fact that she was the only one restrained with a rope. No rebar, no fancy electric current to keep her in place. Just a little rope.
You could bet that she could actually find her way out of it if she really tried, but you chose to have faith in Bucky’s ability to tie a knot.
“She’s my backup.”
“I’m his hostage.” You started speaking over him in a flat tone. He gave you a disappointed look.
“Ahhh.” You faked a scream.
The group stared at you in an almost ambarassing silence until the Red Guardian began to laugh loudly.
“Hostage!” He shouted, body lulling forward in his restraint. “That is funny!” He laughed. The cackling echoed off the wall of the old car shop.
“Oh my god.” Yelena groaned.
“Because you can stop hearts! AND- AND blast the planes out of sky!” He was wheezing.
Your jaw parted in awkwardness, eyes shifting to Bucky who wore an exasperated expression.
“No, I am not a part of his congressional staff.” You gave Yelena her answer.
She looked unconvinced.
“You are now.” Bucky suddenly informed.
“The fuck I am!” Your seat creaked loudly as you turned your body to him.
“Your word still means a lot on Capitol Hill. You know that.“
“My word?” You echoed in disbelief. “That is the biggest load of-”
“You’ve got your own set of loyalists, trust me.”
It was Yelena laughing now. You did have some powerful people left that trusted you, but to call them loyalists was one thing. While helping with his online social media presence, you had quietly used your political sway to help Bucky’s campaign. Being one of the last original Avengers currently physically still on the Earth held some weight to it.
“Of course the Avengers have government officials in their pockets.” Yelena said like it was a matter of fact.
“I’m just a likable person, that does not mean I have anybody in my pockets!” You almost shouted.
You felt a flicker of electricity jump through your fingertips as you clenched your fists. You didn’t mean to snap, but the raise of her eyebrows mid sentence had made you angry. The last time you really got personally involved in politics, you ended up a prisoner on the Raft. Not that you regretted most of the decisions you made back then, but sticking your nose into these issues was not something you wanted back into.
Yelena made a pointed hum of disbelief. You scoffed.
“I think my hostage should maybe take a walk.” Bucky suggested.
“And I think I should be asleep in my bed, but apparently we can’t all get what we want today.”
Bucky’s arms crossed, feet shuffling to face you fully. The intimidation you felt had your spine straightening in your seat, lips pinching into a line.
The room grew a little brighter
“I think that’s enough.” You heard John Walker speak up for the first time. You almost felt your eye twitch at his words.
“Nobody was talking to you.” You snipped.
“Knock it off.” Bucky placed his hand up.
The sound of a low ringing began in your ear.
“-Mister soldier, you are making terrible mistake!” The Red Guardian tried to plead.
“Save it for the committee.” Bucky said flatly.
“What committee?” Yelena asked him carefully.
“All of you are evidence in the impeachment against Valentina.” He informed. The Ghost and John Walker began laughing- Yelena signed.
“We don't even work for Valentina anymore,” Ghost tried explaining, her tone bored. “she tried to kill us.”
“We were ordered to destroy all of her secrets.” John Walker began, “but really, we were just sent to kill each other in this vault.”
The ringing grew louder, audible barely above a vibration of a cellphone. The daylight outside of the dirty garage door grew brighter.
“But then we met Bob.” Yelena added.
“Yeah, Bob.” John echoed.
You released a muffled bark of laughter.
“There was a man in the vault.” Yelena spoke carefully. Her tone had you more curious of this Bob. “She's done something to him. It's called Project Sentry.” She continued.
“He shot up into the sky, he exploded and then crashed into this mountain,” Ghost explained further, “and then he died, didn't die-”
“So, you met a mgical man in an underground vault named Bob?” You echoed back sarcastically. Yelena and John grumbled about your attitude while Bucky shifted his gaze to you like he wanted to laugh along, but was trying to remain collected. The growing brightness behind him made it hard to read his expression.
“Sounds pretty special to me… Does he have laser vision too?” You asked. Clearly they all were unaware they had been describing a Superman comic.
“Yes, we got it. He's very, very scary.” Bucky cut your train of thought off.
“Okay… “ The ringing was almost as loud as the low tone of John Walker’s voice as he spoke. “Congressman Barnes.” The light started to bleach out your vision.
When your vision cleared back up, Yelena was not tied up ten feet away. She was sat beside you, one hand holding your wrist on your pulse point. There was a constant pain throbbing at the front of your brain.
“Do not do that ever again.” Yelena stated sternly.
You continued to blink rapidly, body lulling forward, only stopped by her hand gripping the back of your sweatshirt tightly. You pulled yourself back up unsteadily.
“Do what?” You asked almost automatically, eyes carting around your unfamiliar surroundings. A lamp post… a brightly painted trashcan… food stands… people walking...
“Where are we?” You asked another question, more important to you than waiting for an answer for the first. You didn’t know where you were. This was not where you last remembered being, at least that is what you think you thought. In fact, you couldn’t remember where that was.
Yelena blinked at you, eyebrows relaxed, lips parted slightly- you couldn’t quite read the expression, but she looked stressed.
“Coney Island.” She answered slowly. The sounds of echoed music began to register, people and children talking, laughing or some screaming.
“Why?”
“You wanted to.” She continued, tone of voice still in the same low range. You nodded slowly, mindful of the pain in your skull. You were sat on the ground beside a row of plant boxes and a metal fence.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded again.
“Sorry.” You apologized, heavy hands reaching up to rub at your eyes. Yelena pulled the hat from your head, giving you more space to wake yourself up.
“Don’t be sorry.”
“We were in Utah.” You mumbled out. Yelena didn’t say anything immediately, you counted three breaths in before she did speak.
“Utah?”
You nodded again.
Yelena watched your expression shift as you began to wake up more from your episode.
“In that stupid gas station..” You continued, pausing before you spoke again.
“It smelt so bad.” Your voice was almost choked with tears with the admission.
“It did.” She agreed, but didn’t dare move a muscle from where she was sat.
That gas station was your first official meeting face to face. Yelena had stalked you when she learned you had relocated back to the East Coast to lobby for Bucky’s campaign. She ever dared approach you then, instead she built herself a false persona of you that she knew she could hate.
Afraid of the sudden possible confrontation of whatever you may have remembered of that day, she changed the subject.
You seemed to be trying to put the day together. She nodded, still unconvinced.
“I’m fine. I just need a minute to… reset.”
Yelena watched your breathing return to a slow pace while the slight sway of your upper body had had stilled. The backs of your hands reached up to your forehead, patting at the sweaty skin before scratching at your scalp. Your posture straightened up with a sigh. She didn’t want to force you back to the tower, but she didn’t want your condition to continue to worsen.
“I really think we should go back.” Yelena tried again.
Your head snapped over to look at her, expression stern.
“I said no.” The bite of your tone was enough to make Yelena back off. It resembled the type of attitude that she was used to hearing from you. Yelena had feared for a moment that your memory had all came back at once, but she doubted you’d ever be so cordial.
Yelena decided to buy you a bottle of water from the stand that was still within her sight. She excused herself to allow you a moment to decompress by yourself. Hoping that it may be enough to bring you back down. When she returned to you with the overly expensive water, you had shifted positions. Back to the fence, one leg outstretched with the other crossed and tucked under your bed knee.
Yelena sat down beside you along the fence and you thanked her for the water when she handed it off to you. She watched you uncap the bottle and take a few greedy gulps of cool liquid. When you had emptied half the bottle, you stretched your arms out. Yelena could clearly hear the series of small pops and cracks from your joints from years of physical wear and tear.
“We still have to walk the dogs.” You sighed, eyes trained on the grass. Yelena wanted to laugh.
“And don’t you dare tell me no.” You followed quickly. “I deserve to see dogs.”
This time Yelena did laugh, “You’ve made your point, no going home yet.”
She could tell you were more alert now. Your expressions were deeper, eyes no longer glassed over.
“Did we ride the Farris wheel?” You asked her another question.
“I said no to rides.”
“It’s barely a ride!”
“It’s 40 meters tall.”
“Even if it’s the only thing I want to do?” You begged, “I swear we can leave after… Please?”
Yelena looked back over to the large rotating carnival ride. You both had agreed on the rules of no rides, or anything that would bring you more injury, but if riding the Ferris Wheel means that it would eliminate you from taking more unnecessary steps around the boardwalk...
Your lower lip was pouted outwards, eyes wide and peeking over to Yelena. She wanted to argue. You had never looked at her like that before and the soft expression on your face was wearing Yelena’s resolve down. She now wondered if her sister had been able to build the resolve to ignore the heartbreaking expression and tell you no. Yelena looked over at the large colorful structure and released a defeated sigh.
“Alright, you win.”
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“There is a place.” You admitted. “But I’m not really sure what it was called.”
When prompted for a lunch spot, unlike most questions asked before, your brain immediately supplied you with an answer- sort of.
You could recall the interior of the restaurant vaguely. Calm lighting, decorated walls, booths, tables and the small bar next to the cash register. When you tried to pick out specifics, like the color of the walls or the type of flooring, the thoughts fell apart.
You could vaguely remember there being some story about how the owners opened the restaurant on their honeymoon and loving New York so much that they decided to never return to their hometown. All their recipes handed down through their own families and perfected over the years, giving their food and the atmosphere a calming personal touch.
Most importantly you remembered being there often with your colleges from S.H.I.E.L.D.
“Do you know where it was?” Kate pulled out her phone. “Or what kind of food? I’m sure we can figure out- if it’s still there.”
She shuffled closer to you, standing shoulder to shoulder as she offered the device opened to a map screen.
Yelena watched the display, feeling a small wave of distasteful envy. To fill the time she awkwardly straightened up and surveyed the surrounding crowd while Kate helped you narrow down the restaurant. The last thing she wanted was a stray photo of the allusive avenger uploaded to the internet. Yelena had already seen some posts of your public absence, if you ended up trending it could unravel their entire day. So far you seemed to draw no attention.
“I think we got it.” Kate announced, pulling her attention back.
It was not much farther than a 30 minute journey, somewhere small tucked discreetly between the imposing buildings of New York. The outside was just as you remembered
Thankfully it was not a rush time and restaurant was nearly empty except for a group of elderly people sat in the front towards the window. You felt nervous about being seated in one spot in a busy location and Yelena had been in guard dog mode since the moment you left The Watchtower, you wanted to have a small break.
You were seated by the young hostess by a the rear of the dining room. Yelena sat herself across from Kate, subtly guiding you into the seat next to herself. She instructed you to outstretch your leg and rest your injury from your prior bout of walking.
“It feels fine.” You insisted quietly, pushing the ache to the back of your mind and reaching for a menu. You were curious- hoping it hadn’t changed much, but you mainly wanted to deflect her attention away from you.
The menu filled you with the same sense of dejavú as you skimmed down all the options. It looked completely different from what you remembered, but most of the options you did recognize. As you eyes read through your gave lingered back up on a familiar dish you suddenly recognized as Natasha’s favorite.
Yelena blinked, doubtful gaze searing into the side of your head as you read the menu. She didn’t believe your words, having witnessed your remaining limp grow just a little heavier with every step you had taken today. When Yelena realized that you weren’t even reading the words on the page, she reached over to your knee from under the table with the speed and delicacy of a trained assassin.
Her light touch felt like a sharp punch to your swollen joint causing you to jolt in your seat and draw in a quick breath. Your flesh felt warmer to the touch than what seemed normal, increased inflammation clearly evident.
“Stop that!” You whispered.
“You are such a liar.” She chided with a laugh.
“I said I’m fine.” You doubled down.
“And I’m Captain America.” Yelena mocked you with heavy sarcasm.
“You should have said something.” Kate added with a concerned frown. You opened your mouth to protest, but was bested by the sudden appearance of your waitress as she began introducing herself.
She couldn’t have been older than 20 at most, dewy complexion, hair braided and tucked away from her face. After taking your orders for your drinks Yelena asked her for a bag of ice, intent on having you ice your knee while you sat. She nodded and hurried to the back of the house, disappearing behind the double doors.
When she turned with the ice she broke into an excited smile beyond that of customer service.
“I’m sorry, I had to be sure it was you at first.” She rushed out sheepishly as she directed her attention to you. Your eyebrows raised. “It’s been, like, years, and I was only a kid, but my parents own the restaurant. My sister was you guys’ favorite server.”
Your eyes squinted lightly as you studied her face, your lips parted in concentration as you could only imagine a vague image of their daughter, certainly not the young adult woman in front of you. As for the favorite server bit- that was lost to you. Amnesia aside, you were almost sure that she was probably Natasha’s favorite server.
“Don’t take her reaction as negative.” Yelena spoke up for your long silence. “She hit her head. Memory issues.“
“Oh my god.” The waitress clutched her tray turning to you in shock, parting her lips to give you a bout of sympathy.
“This is confidential information by the way.” Yelena added on, you jumped in before she could lay down some unfounded threat.
“It’s not that bad,” you gave Yelena a glare. “We’re figuring it out. But it would also be so great if you could tell no one that you saw us here."
"Of course." The waitress nodded, mild confusion flickering across her features.
You awkwardly deflected the conversation back to the menus, each of you placing your order before she returned with your drinks.
You had taken two sips from your drink before the back doors were opening again. This time you did recognize the excited older woman shuffling towards you. Her name was lost somewhere in your memories, but her face was easy to place. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as she began gently shouting your first name.
“Where have you been?” She wailed dramatically.
Habitually, you wanted to stand to greet her, but Yelena yanked you back into place. The unnamed woman pushed you down softly, instead bending to give you a hug. When she pulled back her hands cradled your head, tilting downwards to get a look at the healing wound on your hairline.
She cursed, “You superhero’s and your invincibility.”
“Stupidity, more like it.” She turned her attention to Yelena and Kate.
“Such nice girls. Do not follow her bad example.”
Your wanted to laugh, at the irony. From what you knew about Kate she was selfless and almost seemed eager to walk into danger. And you also knew Yelena once almost blew herself up. This poor woman was preaching to the wrong choir. You informed her that they were coworkers of sorts, which earned them both a separate safety warning.
“Before you leave, we take a new photo.” Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion.
“We keep special pictures up on the wall.” The older woman pointed towards the area of their POS system where you could see a collection of photo frames, news articles and resturant certifications.
You felt heated embarrassment crawl under your skin up to your cheeks. You thought about the endless possibilities of the unknown photo. Who was in it? Was it a selfie? What were you wearing? How long ago was the photo? Were you even sober?
Yelena cooed in excitement, finding joy in your bashful expressions.
“I need to see.” She insisted, you began protesting quietly with colorful expressions to her. You tired to shut it down, but your words were talked over.
“I also would like to see.” Kate sheepishly added in.
Your shoulders dropped, feeling a wave of displaced shame fill your chest. Your thoughts raced as you tried to figure out the photo in question, possible images of times you had been here before surfacing in your mind, but ultimately coming up blank.
She rushed away, plucking a frame from the wall and retuning with it. She turned it around, bypassing you and handing the frame to Yelena. You peeked over, Kate leaned over the table to get a look as well.
The photo was from New Year’s Eve. You wore a bright and tacky glittered hat, the new year plastered across the front in large lettering. Also pictured was Natasha, Clint, Steve, Maria, with Tony and Pepper tucked the front of the frame next to the two restaurant owners.
“That is quite the hat.” Yelena broke the brief moment of silence.
Yelena looked up, “Do you have a copy machine?”
“No-” She nodded despite your protest.
“We would love a copy of this.”
"Of course!" The waitress gushed before disappearing with the photo. You watched her hastily retreat to the small back hallway.
“Is that necessary?” You squeaked, very focused on Yelena not having an embarrassing photo of your first New Years Eve legally drunk. Yelena waited a few moments before calmly replying to you.
“Are you proposing I not have of a photo of my deceased sister?”
You blinked once, thoughts finally aligning. She was right- your own embarrassment was not important here. “… No.”
The uncomfortable conversation was broken off by the young waitress returning with the tray of food. Humiliation forgotten now by the familiar smell of your favorite dish.
“How old is she now? Like nine?” Natasha tossed a playful look to Clint watching as you choked on your bite of food.
She ignored your outburst and continued, “Why does fury have her out here again? I’m sure that this must a breech in some child labor laws.”
You now shrieked from your seat, mouth still stuffed full of food. Talking about you like you weren’t sitting right there was one thing, but the age jab was a massive blow to your fragile adolescent ego.
“I’m SEVENTEEN!” You defended yourself while you struggled to swallow.
“That high into double digits?” Her eyebrows raised. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You were AT my birthday party! And like ALL of my pervious birthday parties.”
A look of emphasized confusion pulled onto Natasha’s face, head tipping sideways as she pretended to think hard.
Your jaw dropped, “Are you being for real?”
“I just… do not recall.” Natasha pretended to shrug in defeat. You shifted gears, scoffing loudly.
“What happened? Sudden onset amnesia?” You joked. “Dementia?”
Natasha’s eyes narrowed at the minor age jab. “Don’t you still have training wheels?” She asked, changing the topic back to insult you.
“I don’t have a bike.” You smugly shrugged it off.
“Floaties?”
“Clint!” You complained. “She’s doing this on purpose!”
“Doing what?” Natasha innocently shrugged before returning to her own plate of food.
Clint looked nervous as he eyed you both. For a moment he felt like he was back at home with Laura and his own arguing toddlers. After sharing a look with his partner, a cheeky grin spread onto his face.
“That’s… Senior Agent Barton to you, Trainee.” A moment of silence passed as your mind processed his betrayal.
“Wha-?” You let out a new boastful noise that gained a few looks from the surrounding patrons. You sputtered, angry and unable to articulate your frustration. “You’re just mad because you’re old!” You aggressively stabbed at your food.
“…Old?” Natasha parroted in a dangerously monotone voice.
“Old.” You repeated slowly.
“Uh- do you want me to come back?” The waitress interrupted the conversation.
“Ignore her.” Natasha smiled.
“I am so sorry.” Clint gave her an embarrassed smile reaching for the check as the waitress sized up the group.
“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m just reminding my SENIOR agents that they’re old.” You shrugged.
“Did she forget I’m paying?” Clint muttered under his breath as he took the check from the young woman standing at the end of the booth. Natasha shrugged, already assuming he was paying for her too.
"Your food is going to go cold." Yelena's voice broke through the ringing in your ears.
You nodded, "right."
You tired to act normal while taking your discarded utensils back into your grip and return your attention to your food. pretend like they both were not just watching you stare off into oblivion for a few minutes.
You enjoyed the rest of your meals in a calmer atmosphere and no more interruptions. Kate had asked you a slew of prepared questions about your time as an Avenger, almost entirely ignoring Yelena's warning about possibly overloading you. You did your best to answer what you could with what you knew. Kate listened eagerly, even typing some things into the pages of her phone’s notes app.
Towards the end of the conversation she admitted she chose her career paths after watching Clint Barton. You had been curious about her relationship with your former mentor. Kate was bright eyed, accompanied contagiously easygoing happy personality. When put into contrast with your own you couldn’t help but feel almost inferior, despite your own accomplishments as a S.H.I.E.L.D Agent or an Avenger.
When the waitress returned with your check, she had a small bundle of paper, the photocopies, tucked beneath the ticket book. Yelena paid in cash and before leaving you all quickly took a few new photos with the owner, as she requested. She bid you a cheerful goodbye, handing you a gift certificate with a request you come back after you properly healed.
Once back on the streets, you turned to Yelena expression expectant for her to announce your next destination.
“I actually have to head back to my apartment and walk the dogs.” Kate peeked at the time on her phone.
“You have dogs?” You perked up to the new information. Your excitement caused you to miss the way Kate had eyed Yelena.
“I have a dog, Lucky-”
“Kate has also been watching my dog.”
“You have a dog?” You gaped, turning your attention back to Yelena.
“Yes, I have a dog.” She nodded, opting to not bring up that you knew this information prior to your accident. Before this you had still never seen Fanny yourself, only knowing that the dog existed and was being looked after by a friend.
“Well, they’ll probably need another walk later and I’ve got a meeting. So maybe before you guys head back you could…” Kate openly suggested, dangling the opportunity to Yelena.
Her stomach flipped at the improvised question. She quickly recovered from her panic when she looked to your hopeful expression.
“Can we?” You pleaded.
“I don’t see why not.” Yelena shrugged, “but I forbid you from holding leash.” She added, the last thing she needed was a dog pulling you unexpectedly and causing any strain to re-injure your knee or crack your head on the sidewalk.
“I promise!” You swore, placing your hand over your heart.
“Amazing.” Kate grinned. “It’s a date.” Yelena was thrown sideways by the seemingly harmless phrase, still caught up on your gleeful reactions. If looks could kill, Kate would be dead.
“I wont worry about a key because I know Yelena will just break in.” Kate shrugged.
After you said your farewells, Yelena and yourself were left lingering to the side of the sidewalk.
“So, what now?” You asked, assuming Yelena had some destination in mind. She peeked at the thin watch in the mismatched stack of bracelets on her wrist before delivering a shrug.
“You have all of New York at your disposal, what would you like to do?”
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minor update on the long awaited knight!yelena fic: i worked on it for so long that it became a runway plot. instead i cut it in half and rewrote it with a simpler plot. it will be posted this upcoming week! the other portion is being reused for a brave! au natasha fic 🌚
