f!reader x yelena belova?? something fluffy either in thunderbolts or after! thank you<3
Tysm for requesting!! It’s my first Yelena fic so hopefully i did her justice. I’m definitely going to be writing some more fanfics of her soon :3
Summary: Yelena slips away from the medical bay. Luckily, her favourite nurse always knows where to find her.
You had already patched up Bucky’s stubborn scrapes, given Walker a lecture about concussion control and handed out enough ibuprofen to the rest of the team to stock a pharmacy.
However, Yelena? Yelena had vanished the second the quinjet doors opened.
It took you twenty minutes to hunt her down. You found her sitting on an upturned crate in one of the many hallways, a roll of medical tape gripped between her teeth as she fiercely tried to wrap her very bruised wrist.
“You know,” you said, leaning against the metal shelving with your arms crossed, “we literally have a state of the art medical bay about fifty feet that way. With a fully certified nurse . Who happens to be me”
Yelena didn’t look up. She spat the tape out of her mouth, holding it tight with her thumb. “I know, silly, but i am a highly trained operative,” she muttered, sounding very stubborn. “I can wrap a single sprain. I do not need official treatment.”
“Oh yeah? You’ve wrapped it so tight your fingers are literally turning purple” you sighed and walked over, stepping right into her line of sight.
“It’s tactical compression,” she smirked, lifting her chin defiantly.
“It’s a blood clot waiting to happen” you corrected gently. Reaching down, you firmly but carefully took her hand.
Yelena let out a sharp, amused huff through her nose, but she didn’t pull away. She let her hand go heavy in yours as you began unraveling her clumsy attempt at first aid.
“Let me do it” you said softly, your voice dropping to a warm whisper as you carefully undid the tangled mesh. “Just rest for a minute.”
She didn’t argue;instead she just watched you, her green eyes softening completely as your fingers gently traced the swelling on her wrist.
“You have soft hands, did you know?” She murmured, her voice rough with exhaustion. “It is nice. Not like the sharp ice packs in the clinic.”
“That’s because i’m a human being,” you said, slightly smiling, keeping your head down as you carefully began wrapping the fresh, clean bandage around her wrist. “Usually we don’t come frozen solid out of a plastic bag.”
Yelena let out a tiny, breathy chuckle. It was different from the ones she used around the others, completely relaxed and stripped of its sarcastic undertone.
“Everything just feels very loud today,” she muttered, her eyes staying on your hands as you finished up. “My head hurts from it all.”
“So you came out here for some quiet?” you asked quietly, smoothing down the edge of the tape to secure it.
“Yeah.” She looked up, meeting your eyes with a rare, completely honest expression. “And I knew you’d find me. You always do.”
You gave her hand a reassuring final pat and stepped back so she could stand. Yelena slid off the crate, slowly flexing her fingers to test the tightness of the bandage. She nodded once, satisfied, then stood right next to you, nudging her shoulder against yours in a heavy, familiar gesture.
“I am starving,” she simply said, looking toward the hangar doors. “Come with me to get some food.”
“Alright then,” you said with a smile, turning to walk with her. “Let’s go.”
“Good,” she hummed, her pace matching yours perfectly as you both stepped out of the hallway. “I am glad i have you. Mostly because you are paying for my dinner, but still.” Her shoulder bumped lightly against yours as you both quietly left the tower behind.