Yelena

⧗ 18+ RP blog ⧗

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⧗ YELENA BELOVA. WHITE WIDOW. ⧗

SHE/THEY — PANSEXUAL.

STATUS : ONLINE. IDLE. ON A MISSON.

Can be nsfw. 18+ only and open for any rp, canon or not!

DMs always open. 🤍

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// hiiii guys 🥹 I’m not sure if anyone’s noticed but I’ve been off for a while!! I’m kinda realizing I might stay inactive (or with vv slow replies) for a bit longer ☹️ I got into a situation that messed with my head a bit and I’ve been really drained :( but if anyone’s interested, I’d be happy to share my main acc just shoot me a lil message !! 🩷 ill get back here when I’m feeling much more betteeerrrrr thank yaaaa <3

[whitelittlespider]

"Did you die?"

She just didn't want to admit that she misses her

@blackvipr

You think I’ll die that easily? No way.

[whitelittlespider]

miss you :(

🐰

My little зайка.. I miss you even more. I hope you’re doing good.

[whitelittlespider]

[ CLOSED RP : @blackvipr ]

The mission had gone sideways.

Too many bodies. Not enough silence.

Yelena limped through the dim corridor of the abandoned safehouse, her thigh slick with dried blood, but her grip on the pistol was as steady as ever. She kept her weight light on the bad leg, pressing forward without pause.

Pain could wait. Rest could wait. And right now.. something didn’t feel right.

Her breath came shallow, controlled. Her sharp eyes scanned every shadow like they owed her answers. She’d just burned a file that could’ve unraveled years of undercover work. The intel had cost her too much. And now — she wasn’t alone.

The shift of air. The soft creak of a boot.

She felt it before she saw it.

Yelena straightened immediately, gun rising in a blink, her limp barely slowing her. Her voice came low, hoarse from smoke and silence.

“Come out.”

And when the figure stepped into view, she faltered. Just slightly. Her eyes wide for a second.

Her.

Slowly — Yelena’s jaw clenched.

Holding back whatever was twisting deep inside her.

Those familiar eyes. That same stance. Same precision. But older. Like a ghost she hadn’t seen in the mirror in years.

“…Nina.”

The name left her lips like it hurt.

Yelena didn’t lower her weapon. Her aim dipped for a heartbeat, torn between disbelief and memory, before she brought it right back to Nina’s chest.

She couldn’t slip.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped, her accent sharpening the edges.

She took a slow, unsteady breath. Her leg burned, but she held her ground.

Not now.

Not with her standing there.

[blackvipr]

Lurking from within the shadows, Nina crept silently. Stalking, waiting, like a predator ready to strike at her prey. Icy blue eyes heavily trained on the blondes figure from a safe distance. She had only intended to watch from her safety within the darkness, with no intentions of revealing herself, but of course her position was immediately compromised by the very same person she had been watching from afar. Though given her their backgrounds, it really wasn't all that surprising.

Slowly, she stepped out from the shadows and revealed herself. Yelena's former Red Room partner and sister in arms; Nina Morietti.

Icy blue eyes narrowed as they locked onto Yelena's, her own expression a twisted mixture of emotions as she studied the blondes movements.

"I could be asking you the same thing, Belova.." She sharply quipped back, keeping her own gun aimed pointedly at the other with her finger just barely hovering over the trigger. Her eyes glanced down at the dried blood that was spilled all over her one leg, and immediately noticed the gaping wound.

Her expression faltered for a moment. before she steeled herself once more and grit her teeth. It was clear that she was still suffering from the chemical subjugation they were both placed under all those years ago, with the way her brows were slightly furrowed, and was struggling to fight back against it as her finger was hesitant to even touch the trigger.

Thankfully, Yelena had been freed from it for quite some time, but Nina was still trapped. Left behind in the dark and left alone to suffer the constant torments and tortures of their Red Room training, despite the fall of Dreykov and the Red Room. There were still plenty of widows out there, trapped in Dreykov's web of torment and abuse, and Nina was one of them.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s stance was rigid, every muscle tight with restraint as her gaze bore into Nina’s. Her pistol remained raised, steady despite the throbbing pain in her leg but her attention wasn’t on the wound. It was on the flicker she’d just seen in Nina’s eyes.

That hesitation. That twitch in her jaw like she was fighting something invisible.

Yelena didn’t lower her weapon but something shifted behind her eyes. A subtle pull of recognition. The silence between them stretched thin — tight, fragile, heavy with everything unsaid.

She took in the way Nina’s breath faltered. The tension in her brow. The near-flinching when her finger brushed too close to the trigger.

She knew that look. Had worn that look.

Years ago, in the dark. Before she clawed her way out of it.

Yelena’s voice cut through the tension, cold but quieter now. “They still have you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. A grim, bitter truth that sat heavy in the air between them.

Her eyes stayed locked on Nina’s, guarded but burning with something unspoken. Familiarity. Rage. Guilt.

“You’re still hearing their voice, aren’t you?” she murmured, tone sharp with memory. “Still stuck in that loop they carved into your skull.”

Yelena stepped forward just a fraction — not enough to threaten, but enough to show she saw through the act.

Her lips parted, the weight of old regret flickering in her eyes before she sealed it shut again behind steel.

“You’re not their weapon anymore, Nina. Not if you don’t pull that trigger.”

Yet still, Yelena didn’t lower her gun. Because trust wasn’t given. Not here. Not now.

But she stayed still. Watching. Waiting. Hoping.

[blackvipr]

Nina flinched at Yelena's words, barely enough for the other to sense that she had clearly struck a nerve. Said just the right thing to chip away at the wall that hid the real Nina away.

As Yelena took a tentative step forward, Nina responded by taking a step back, maintaining a considerable distance between them. Despite the outward appearance of hostility, Nina had no genuine intention of harming Yelena. She didn't even want to point the gun at her. Every fiber of her being compelled her to do so, as if she were a prisoner within her own body, compelled to watch herself move and act on someone else's commands. She felt like a puppet on a string, and she hated it.

Her brows furrowed, and she clenched her jaw as she fought with Herculean strength to keep her finger from pushing the trigger.

"You abandoned me.." She finally said, her words cold and rigid, but behind all of it was pain and betrayal. "You got out, but didn't even bother coming back for me.." She spat, her eyes narrowing as she backed up further away from her former partner.

"I-.. I thought I could count on you to have my back, despite all the horrors we've witnessed and trauma we've experienced. But it's like you never even thought twice about me the moment you had your freedom.." Her voice was beginning to tremble now, her breathing starting to grow ragged. Despite the stoic face, it was clear that her emotions were starting to push through to the surface.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t flinch — not outwardly. She still stood her ground, posture steady, eyes cold and focused, tracking every twitch in Nina’s hands, every breath.

As Nina kept talking, the words began to land deeper. Each one pressing heavier than the last.

Yelena’s jaw locked. Her throat worked around a swallow she didn’t take. Fingers curled tighter around her gun to keep herself still. Anchored in place.

A tense breath slipped through her nose.

Then she spoke, voice low and hoarse, like it had been buried for years. “You think I didn’t try?” The words cut sharp, raw at the edges. “You think I just left and forgot you?”

She shook her head once — slow.

“I went back. I went back for you. I looked for you. But you were gone.. Everything was gone, and I—”

She cut herself off, eyes flicking away for the briefest second. Her breath hitched, just slightly, before she forced another steady inhale.

When her gaze returned to Nina, it was steel. Cold, clear, and aching underneath.

“It wasn’t that easy.” Her voice softened, but didn’t waver. “It was hard, Nina. It wasn’t safe. Not for me. Not for you.”

And in that quiet, the weight of everything she didn’t say hung heavy in the space between them.

[blackvipr]

As Yelena spoke and attempted to explain, even though she could sense the sincerity behind her words, Nina found herself struggling to maintain control over her own actions.

A part of her yearned to surrender to Yelena, to throw the gun down, and accept her help. However, another part of her, still under the influence of the chemical subjugation and Dreykov's invisible chains, compelled her to remain still. It forced her hand to continue pointing the gun, with her finger hovering just above the trigger.

Even from Yelena's perspective, she could discern the internal struggle raging within her mind. Beyond her stoicism, the pain, and the anger, she could perceive the fear in her eyes-fear of herself and the consequences she feared if Yelena had come any closer.

"I-.. She began to speak, but somehow found herself struggling to find the appropriate words. She struggled to fight her way through the thick fog that held her mind captive, her eyes squeezing shut and her brows furrowing with frustration.

"I had no choice.. When word of Dreykov's death and the fall of the Red Room spread, they signaled for all of us to regroup elsewhere.. Instead I ran. Mustered up any willpower I had left, fought against my own mind, and ran.. I-I thought they had killed you.." She muttered, her gaze flickering to the floor before meeting Yelena's steely gaze once more. Slowly, but surely, Yelena was managing to find a way to get through to Nina. The real Nina.

[whitelittlespider]

The barrel of Yelena’s gun was still raised, her finger resting beside the trigger, not on it. But her eyes werent cold anymore.

She could see the storm behind Nina. She knew that feeling, that shaking on the inside that no one else could see.

“I know how you feel.” Her voice came softer than usual — still steady, but without the usual bite. “I fought it too. Every damn day after I got out.”

She took a slow breath, and then did something that went against every instinct left in her.

She eased the gun downward. Not dropped, not yet, but lowered.

“But I’m.. here. I’m not going to hurt you. And I know you won’t hurt me. I know you.” Her hand trembled just barely, but she felt it, and it burned deeper than the wound on her leg.

“You were the only one who watched my back when we were nothing but ghosts to the rest of the world. I’m not throwing that away.”

She held Nina’s eyes, even as her own brimmed with something sharp and unbearable.

Then, slowly, she finally let the gun slide from her grip. It hit the floor with a quiet clack that somehow sounded louder than a gunshot.

[blackvipr]

Nina visibly faltered as Yelena slowly lowered, and then eventually dropped the gun entirely, watching as it fell to the ground with a loud 'clack' sound that seemed to echo throughout the entire abandoned safehouse.

Her brows furrowed once more. Not in frustration, but in confusion. Why would Yelena abandon the only thing that was keeping Nina at bay? Why would she risk her life by throwing herself into danger, with the hope that Nina was strong enough to fight back against every instinct that now urged her to take her shot?

No, she couldn't do that. Not to Yelena. Never to her. No matter how loudly those voices yelled or how hard they fought to maintain control over her, Nina was stronger.

Although not by much, she was strong enough to slowly release her grip on the gun handle, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy, metallic thud.

Once both of their guns were disposed of, lying discarded on the ground in front of them, Nina's body gave out from exhaustion. She collapsed to her knees with her head in her hands, tears stinging the corners of her icy blue eyes eyes.

"I-.. I can't do it.." She muttered, her usually stoic voice wavering ever so slightly. "I can't hurt you... I-I don't want to hurt you.."

[whitelittlespider]

The moment Nina collapsed, Yelena’s breath caught in her throat. The sound of the gun hitting the floor was loud but not louder than the way Nina’s voice cracked.

Her fingers twitched at her sides. Her instincts screamed for her to stay alert — she was still bleeding, still vulnerable but it didn’t matter. Not when Nina was on her knees, unraveling. Not when everything in Yelena’s chest twisted into something sharp and urgent.

She took a step forward, and pain seared through her thigh — the wound burning hot and deep but she barely flinched. She didn’t even look down. Her eyes stayed on Nina.

Slowly, Yelena knelt, wincing as her leg protested but refusing to let it stop her. The world could bleed out around her, and she would still be here.

She reached out carefully, her touch gentle but certain, fingers brushing away the tears clinging to Nina’s cheeks. One hand settled on her face, the other reached for hers — grounding, warm.

“You won’t hurt me,” Yelena murmured. “I know you. You’re still in there, under all of it. I see you.”

She paused, her own breath unsteady now. Her jaw tensed like she could physically bite back the regret building in her chest.

“I should’ve.. fought harder to find you again,” she admitted, her voice rougher now. “I told myself maybe you were gone. Maybe it was easier that way.”

Her brow furrowed, her grip on Nina’s hand tightening slightly. “But that was a lie. And I hate myself for it.”

She leaned in closer, her forehead resting gently against Nina’s, ignoring the throb in her thigh — the blood she could feel soaking through her pants.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m not letting you go again.”

Another tear slipped down Nina’s cheek — Yelena caught it with her thumb, her eyes soft but unwavering.

“I’ve got you,” she said again, firmer now. “And I’m not leaving.”

[blackvipr]

Nina initially flinched when she felt a pair of hands suddenly touch and hold her. She wasn't expecting the touch, but she wasn't used to such softness either. She had only ever known rough, coarse, and painful experiences. Not since before the Red Room had she ever experienced such gentility and compassion.

She kept her eyes fixed on the ground beneath them, unable to meet Yelena's gaze as she wiped away her tears and held her while whispering words of comfort and reassurance. She was a Russian assassin for gods sake, and here she was breaking down in front of her former partner.

Not only did she feel embarrassed, but she also felt immense shame, but not just solely from the crying. It also stemmed from the fact that she really almost let herself succumb to her inner most instincts. She really almost let the voices win, let Dreykov win even in death, and kill Yelena.

The only person that, despite their upbringing and shared traumatic history in the Red Room, she could truly consider something of a friend.

Nina let her forehead rest gently against Yelena's, her eyes slowly fluttering closed as she succumbed to the Russian woman's comforting touch and words. It struck a chord deep within her, causing more tears to fall.

She shook her head slowly, tightening her grip on Yelena's hand. "No, you shouldn't blame yourself for that. When I ran away, I made sure to take every measure to ensure I couldn't be found. I-I had assumed you were gone, and just wanted to make myself disappear, so l erased any last trace of myself from all of Dreykov's remaining files."

As she explained, her eyes had noticed the continuously growing blood stain on Yelena's pants and her brows furrowed with concern, her mood immediately switching gears. "You're bleeding, a lot. We should get you fixed up, I-l think I have a first aid kit in my pack.." She said, her tear-stained and bloodshot eyes finally meeting Yelena's.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena stayed there, grounded in the weight of Nina’s grief, the quiet tremble in her voice, and the fierce grip of her hand.

Her voice, when it came, was low and steady. “You think I don’t understand that kind of running?” she murmured. “Of disappearing so well no one could ever find you?”

Her fingers tightened slightly around Nina’s. “I used to think that was the only way to survive. To vanish before anyone could miss you, before you got soft. But you…” Yelena paused, her voice gentling, “You still had enough of yourself left to stop. You didn’t pull the trigger. That matters.”

Yelena let the silence hold them for a moment, breathing in slowly, like if she was still enough, calm enough, it might help quiet the storm inside Nina too.

But then Nina’s eyes lifted — Yelena followed her gaze, then exhaled through her nose like it was nothing. “That?” she scoffed, brushing it off with a shake of her head. “I’ve had worse.”

Her tone was light, almost careless — too casual for the amount of blood soaking through her pants, but she didn’t blink.

“I’m not dying,” she added simply. “And I’m not letting you fuss over me like some sad щенок. You’ve done enough for today.”

Yelena’s hand lifted, fingers brushing lightly along Nina’s jaw, guiding her attention gently back.

“Look at me. I’m fine,” she said again, voice quieter now. “But you..? Let me take care of you. We should get out of here, okay?”

[blackvipr]

Hearing Yelena dismiss her still-bleeding injury as insignificant, Nina’s brows furrowed in concern. Her gaze returned to the massive blood stain on Yelena’s pant leg, and the stain alone revealed the extent of her wound. Nina could only fathom the physical pain Yelena must be enduring due to that.

Of course, true to Yelena’s stubbornly independent nature, she refused to accept any form of assistance. However, she couldn’t blame her. They had all been trained to never require help and to always be self-sufficient. It had become an ingrained habit in their minds.

A small shiver ran down Nina's spine as she felt Yelena's finger gently brush along the curve of her jaw, guiding her attention back up to her, and she swallowed thickly as Yelena mentioned that they should get out of there.

Giving her a slight nod of her head, Nina grabbed her gun, switched the safety on and placed it back in its holster, before standing up and offering a hand of assistance to Yelena.

"You can try and play off that injury as much as you want, but even I can see the amount of pain your in, идиот. You'll bleed out if you don't tend to it soon.." She said, her voice more steady and firm now that she's regained her composure.

Swiftly, and without giving Yelena any time to argue, she removed her shirt — thankfully she had a tank top on underneath, and wrapped her discarded shirt around the wound on Yelena's leg. Not too tight to cause discomfort, but just tight enough to at least keep it from bleeding more.

"That should slow down the bleeding until we can get to somewhere safe enough to properly tend to that.." She said, standing up once again to scan their surroundings in order to figure out a plan of action, a means to escape. Spotting an exit door way in the back of the abandoned warehouse they were in, she looked back at Yelena and nodded her head in the direction of the exit.

"This way, I've found a safer way for us exit out of here. C'mon." She urged, holding her hand out to offer Yelena support, ensuring that she wouldn't put too much weight on her injured leg.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s brows knitted ever so slightly as she caught the determined glint in Nina’s eyes, the kind that told her there would be no arguing her way out of this one. Still, habit demanded she try.

“It’s a scratch,” she said flatly, her accent thickening just enough to coat the words in dry dismissal. “I’ve had worse on missions where I wasn’t even allowed to stop walking.” But her voice betrayed the faintest catch, a subtle hitch she quickly masked. Her gaze dropped briefly to the shirt now tied around her thigh, already blooming faint spots of crimson through the fabric, before flicking back up to Nina with that stubborn spark still alive and well.

When Nina extended her hand again, Yelena opened her mouth to reject it. But as she shifted her weight forward to stand, a sharp sting tore up her leg, forcing a faint hiss from between her teeth. Her hand shot out to catch Nina’s, her grip surprisingly tight for a woman claiming she didn’t need the help.

“Don’t get used to this,” she muttered, rising slowly. The limp in her step was subtle, but it was there, no matter how straight she tried to keep her spine. Her jaw clenched as she balanced herself, refusing to let her discomfort show in more than the brief flash of tension across her face.

As they started toward the exit, Yelena kept her head swiveling, scanning every shadow and corner of the warehouse. The limp was minimal, hidden as best she could manage, but every so often — her fingers brushed the bandage, checking it, grounding herself against the constant throb.

[blackvipr]

Nina silently rolled her eyes as Yelena persistently argued that her leg wound was merely a scratch, fully aware of the fact that she was simply dismissing it. Nina could discern the immense pain she was in beneath that meticulously composed poker face, and the slightest twitch of her lips from any misstep.

"Just a scratch, huh?" She raised an eyebrow and repeated sarcastically, letting out a short huff of laughter as Yelena’s hand shot out to grasp her extended one. Of course, she couldn’t resist teasing Yelena about her stubbornness, but Yelena knew it wasn’t done with malicious intent.

Nina stood still as Yelena struggled to maintain her balance, trying to alleviate any pressure on her injured leg. Despite Yelena’s defiant grumbling, Nina made sure to help keep her steady. She had gone out of her way to help her, now it was Nina's turn to repay the favor.

As they approached the exit, Nina noticed Yelena’s subtle limp and the tightening of her jaw from the searing pain. A part of her yearned to offer to carry her, just to ease her discomfort, but she knew better. Yelena was already wary of her help and preferred their escape to be as peaceful as possible.

Finally, they reached the exit. Nina held an arm out to Yelena, stopping her in her tracks, before slowly opening the door. She cautiously peaked her head out and scanned the perimeter, before deeming it safe and gestured for the Russian woman to follow.

“I have a safe house nearby where we can rest for the time being. There’s a first aid kit there too, so I can better tend to your leg.” She said, her tone firm — hinting that she wouldn’t tolerate any backtalk or refusals from Yelena.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s response came as a low, irritated grumble in Russian, the words barely audible but sharp enough to carry weight. She kept her jaw tightened, the muscle flickering in her cheek as she adjusted her stance, trying to shift her weight in a way that would disguise just how much her leg was slowing her down.

She moved carefully, her stride stiff, and though she did her best to mask it, the limp was there, subtle but undeniable. Each step was accompanied by a faint wince she tried to smother with her usual poker face.

“Is not big deal,” she muttered under her breath, as if insisting it enough times would make it true. Her gaze stayed fixed ahead, sharp and scanning, refusing to linger on Nina even as her fingers brushed against Nina’s arm for balance. It was a fleeting touch, betraying the fact that she needed the support more than she wanted to admit.

Even limping, even bleeding, Yelena carried herself with defiance — every step a declaration that she refused to be seen as weak.

[blackvipr]

Nina chuckled and rolled her eyes at Yelena’s low, irritated Russian grumbling, unable to make out any words. However, she could sense the weight behind them. She understood all too well the frustration of relying on someone else, no matter how much you'd think or say otherwise. This was part of the Red Room training that had been ingrained in their very beings—the ability to work alone and never need help.

Nina maintained a slow and cautious pace, ensuring Yelena had ample time to keep up at her own pace without exerting herself. She could hear the silent grunts, every wince, and every faltered breath, all emanating from Yelena’s pain. A part of her yearned to compel Yelena to accept her assistance, but she was aware of the futility of such an attempt. All she could do was allow Yelena to reach out for support on her own terms and continue guiding them to the safe house.

“We’re almost there. Just a little further along the road.” Nina said, glancing back at Yelena with her usual composed and stoic demeanor before turning her attention back to the path ahead. Since Yelena was injured, she needed to be the one to stay vigilant and keep an eye out for any potential threats.

Nina couldn't deny the fact that, seeing Yelena carry herself with so much defiance and stubbornness, only made Nina admire her more. Though she didn't outwardly express it in any way, and kept her same stoic demeanor.

Thankfully, after a bit more walking, they managed to reach the safe house. Nina unlocked the door and held it open for Yelena, allowing her to walk in first. "Sit down anywhere while I find the first aid kit.." She instructed, letting the door close behind both of them and locking it before heading to the bathroom.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena dragged her boots across the floor as she stepped further into the safe house, her shoulders tight with the strain of holding herself upright for so long. The first chair she spotted by the table might as well have been a lifeline. She let her weight drop hard, the sharp scrape of wood against wood echoing in the quiet room as the chair legs protested under her sudden collapse.

Her breath left her in a shaky exhale, and she immediately reached for the zipper of her vest. The fabric clung uncomfortably to her sweat-dampened skin, the tactical straps biting into her shoulders. She worked it off with sluggish movements, her arms heavy, until she finally peeled the vest away and let it slump against the chair beside her. The moment it was gone, the air around her didn’t feel lighter.

She pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead, feeling the thin sheen of sweat that coated her skin. Strands of blonde hair clung stubbornly to her damp face.

Her eyes flicked toward the hallway where Nina had disappeared, and she swallowed, forcing her voice through the dry tightness in her throat. “Could you uhh… maybe hurry up?” she called, the words breaking slightly at the end.

[whitelittlespider]

Howdy, uh, how do you feel about ridin’ horses? I promise this ain’t an innuendo. I really am talkin’ about horses.

- @sheriffbuckybarnes

Mhm. Sure you are, шериф. Can’t say I’ve ever ridden one before though. You going to teach me?

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

Bucky rolls his eyes at the blatant teasing.

"If you'd like me to, I'll teach you how to ride my mare, Alpine. She's a real sweetheart. My trusty steed indeed."

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena raised an eyebrow, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she crossed her arms. “Alpine, huh? Sounds cute…” she repeated, clearly entertained. “You really do lean into the whole cowboy thing, don’t you?”

She took a step closer, her tone dropping into something quieter — still teasing and playful.

“Let’s do it then. Teach me.” Her eyes were flicked up to meet his. “But don’t cry when I’m better than you by sunset.”

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

“Lean into it? It’s how I was raised. Don’t really got a choice.”

He grabs her hand and starts leading them to the stables.

“I’m glad you’re so sure of yourself. Even if you do end up better than I am, it’ll only be because I’m such a good teacher.”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s smirk slightly wavered as she was suddenly dragged away. She looked around a bit curious — looking into the stables before her gaze was fixated at a beautiful white horse.

For once she was quiet as they moved closer — yeah; she’s seen a few horses in her life but never up close. “Well.. sheriff. She is pretty cute.”

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

Bucky kicked up some dust with his boot before making his way over to grab Alpine’s gear and tack her up.

“Ain’t she a beaut? Raised her myself.”

He finished putting the saddle on, paired with a bright red saddle mat.

“Can you reach the stirrups, or do you need the stool?”

His question was genuine, but he supposed a short joke could be in there if one squinted enough.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena stood beside Alpine, eyeing the saddle like it was some kind of puzzle she’d already solved in her head. “First time on a horse,” she spoke while adjusting her gloves. “But how hard can it be? She’s got four legs, I’ve got balance. We’ll get along.”

She reached up, tested the stirrup with her boot, then hoisted herself up in one clean motion. A little stiff, maybe, but smooth enough to hide it. “See? No stool required. Try again next time, Grandpa.”

She settled into the saddle, giving Alpine a quick pat and glancing down at Bucky with a half-smirk. “And yeah… she is. You did good.”

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

Bucky’s impressed by Yelena’s agility, but is curious to see how she fares when it comes down to the actual riding. He nods at the compliment and grabs the reigns to put them in their hands.

“These are the reigns. Pull on one side to turn that way, other side goes the other way. Pull back with both hands to slow down or stop. Give her a little kick on the side to get her to start moving or go faster. Got it?”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena fully settles into the saddle, reins in hand. Her gloved fingers curl around them as she glances down briefly, then looks over at Bucky, one brow lifting — not mocking, just amused.

“I got it,” she says, voice light but confident. “I’ve wrangled worse things than a horse.”

With a small shift of her hips and a nudge of her heel, alpine starts forward. Yelena’s posture stays relaxed but alert, like she’s already figuring the rhythm out — wind brushing strands of hair across her face.

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

Bucky watches in a bit of awe. Alpine’s an easy horse, sure, but he expected a little bit of awkwardness from Yelena. He doesn’t let it show on his face, however, maintaining his slight scowl.

“Keep at it, you’re doing well.”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena shifts slightly in the saddle, her posture still steady, surprisingly so, but relaxed as Alpine moves beneath her. Her hands stay firm on the reins, eyes scanning ahead with calm precision.

At Bucky’s words, she glances over at him with a short scoff, lips curving into a smug, knowing grin. “Please,” she says, dry but not cold. “You almost sound surprised, big boy.”

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

“Big boy?” he mutters to himself in confusion. Was that a compliment or an insult?

“Okay, yeah, maybe I am a bit surprised. I’m just as impressed, though. C’mon back, I worked her a lot earlier today.”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena clicks her tongue softly, giving Alpine a light nudge with her heels. The mare moves forward at an easy pace, Yelena’s posture still steady as she guides her back toward Bucky.

When they reach him, she swings her leg over and dismounts with ease, landing lightly before dusting off her clothes. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” she says, glancing up at him.

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

Bucky takes a hold of Alpines reins and starts leading her back in the stable.

“It was fun watchin’ you, that I’ll admit. You sure you ain’t ever ride before?”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena followed a step behind Bucky, her boots crunching softly against the stable floor as her eyes roamed around, every little detail catching her attention. She glanced toward the white mare being led ahead, her gaze briefly softening before flicking subtly over Bucky’s broad shoulders and the easy way he held the reins.

At his question, her lips curled into a small smirk, the kind that carried a trace of challenge. “Never ever, sheriff,” she replied, her voice low and certain, accented syllables wrapping around the words like silk with a hint of steel. She tucked her hands into her jacket pockets, still trailing him.

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

“Well, you’re free to come ride her whenever. I trust you now. Just don’t go stirrin’ up trouble ‘round town, or I won’t have anyone to chase after you on.”

Bucky gives Yelena a sincere look. He won’t admit it yet, but he’s warming up to the blonde. He didn’t often find that snark in the locals, and it was honestly refreshing.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena tilted her head, feigning wide-eyed innocence as the corners of her mouth curved into a teasing smile.

“Oh, me? Causing trouble?” she said, her tone light and playful. “Come on, sheriff… if I wanted to be in handcuffs, I’d just tell you straight up.”

She let the words hang in the air, a flicker of mischief glinting in her eyes as she adjusted her stance, clearly enjoying the way she toyed with him.

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

“Oh, uh, who said anything about handcuffs? Seems like you want that more than I do,” Bucky shoots back in an attempt to recover from how Yelena so easily flustered him in that moment.

He’s grateful for the beard that hides most of the blush blooming across his cheeks at the thought of Yelena in his handcuffs, or Yelena using his handcuffs on him.

“Okay, enough with the damn handcuffs. Your head is stuck in the gutter, so it may seem.”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s lips curved into a knowing smirk as she tilted her head, never breaking her sharp gaze on him.

“Мmm..,” she hummed low, leaning in just enough to make him shift under her scrutiny. “Don’t act like you’re not thinking about it, sheriff.”

Her voice carried that infuriatingly smooth mix of tease and certainty, as if she’d already read his thoughts word for word. “It’s written all over your face.” She let the words linger in the space between them before casually leaning back.

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

“O-only ‘cause you were talkin’ about it! Don’t make me out to be some kinda pervert like you are.”

Bucky defends himself eagerly, but he really is a damn pervert and he knows it. He was amazed by how the shorter blonde could get under his skin so effortlessly.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena let out a short scoff, rolling her eyes as if his protest was the most ridiculous thing she’d heard all week. “Mhm… sure, sheriff,” she drawled, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.

“Don’t try to act all innocent with me.” As she spoke, she stepped closer to him once more, her hand lifting to lightly trail her fingers along his forearm before giving it a gentle squeeze. “Look at you.. you’re so tense already,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving his.

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

Bucky tenses even more at the touch on his forearm.

“‘M not tense…”

It’s no use lying. Yelena can probably read him like a book.

“You tryin’ to get me to snap? I’ll put you in your place if I have to, little girl.”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena let out a short amused snort, the kind that was more challenge than laughter. She tilted her head, eyes glinting like she’d just found a new way to poke at him — mentally prodding at the bear to see if it would growl.

“Oh? Now I’m a little girl, huh?” she drawled, her smirk widening just enough to make it infuriating. “How cute are you.”

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

“Well, I guess it depends on how old you are. What I can tell you is I’m a good deal older than you are, so by comparison, I’d say you are a little girl.”

Bucky takes a deep, agitated breath and lets it out through his nose. He takes his hat off and pushes his hair out of his face before putting the hat back on.

“What are you tryin’ to get outta me, Belova? Just being a bitch? Being a tease? Do you wanna get fucked, thrown around? Quell my curiosity, why don’t you?”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena rolled her eyes, the motion exaggerated enough to make her point, before shaking her head with a small huff of laughter. There was no fear in her expression, only that familiar glint of mischief in her eyes as she looked him over.

“Oh wow, look at you now,” she drawled out again, Russian accent thick as honey. “So bold now, huh?” Her smirk widened as she leaned in just slightly, lowering her voice to mock-sympathy. “Don’t worry, old man. I don’t want you breaking a hip on me.”

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

Bucky laughs, breaking the tough act momentarily.

“You’re sharp as a tack, Belova, I’ll give you that. It’s sexy.”

He finishes closing up the stable, and starts heading out with Yelena following close behind. He stops after closing the barn door and turns to face the blonde again.

“I’d be willing to let you take my reins if you weren’t such a fuckin’ brat. You really know how to get under my skin.”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena trailed after him as he closed up, her boots crunching lightly against the dirt floor, finding it almost endearing he found her sexy — in a way.

But as she heard him calling her a brat, she rolled her eyes in amusement, head tilting slightly. “Brat?” she echoed, letting the word drip from her tongue with exaggerated offense.

She pressed a hand lightly to her chest as though scandalized, her tone dramatic. “So cruel! I’m trying to charm you and it turns out I am only brat.”

[sheriffbuckybarnes]

“Who says you didn’t charm me?” Bucky replies with a smirk.

“You’ll get over it, Belova. Besides, I like brats here and there anyway.”

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena slightly grins, hooking her thumb into her vest as she mumbles, “Right, right.. I don’t even think you could handle them.”

Her tone carries with dry amusement but her eyes flick to him with a teasing spark.

[whitelittlespider]

Hi baby 🥺 missed you bunches. Feelin so so needy today, been missing my pretty badass girl

-@buckysprettypuppy

My солнышко! I was starting to worry about you, I missed you so soooo much. Come to mommy, let her take care of all your needs.

[buckysprettypuppy]

God I need you mommy, been so busy and stressed and just need you to get my brain to shush.

[whitelittlespider]

Poor baby.. Of course. Let mommy take care of you, yes? No more worries, no more stress. Just keep your pretty mind on me.

[therealjohnwalker]

*COUGH* Pathetic. *COUGH*

Woah did you hear that??? What was that?

*Rolls his eyes.* Real funny, Yelena.

[whitelittlespider]

Whaaaaatttt? I didn’t say anything.

[therealjohnwalker]

You very clearly just called me pathetic again.

[whitelittlespider]

Whaaaaaatttt?? Me? Noooo… You’re hearing things.

[whitelittlespider]

Hi baby 🥺 missed you bunches. Feelin so so needy today, been missing my pretty badass girl

-@buckysprettypuppy

My солнышко! I was starting to worry about you, I missed you so soooo much. Come to mommy, let her take care of all your needs.

[therealjohnwalker]

*COUGH* Pathetic. *COUGH*

Woah did you hear that??? What was that?

*Rolls his eyes.* Real funny, Yelena.

[whitelittlespider]

Whaaaaatttt? I didn’t say anything.

[whitelittlespider]

Would it be too forward to say that I want you to absolutely dominate me? And I mean that in every aspects, respectfully of course

How adorable… you even have manners! But no, it’s never too forward — I actually like bold people. You’ll be in good care with me, любимая.

[keikomivra]

I, too, would save the little hamster guinea pig

THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

[whitelittlespider]

pretty little baby.

You make it impossible not to be soft around you. You’re driving me crazy. Don’t stop.

[karmictaste]

that's exactly why i keep doing it sweet thing, want my pretty wife all safe and warm with me, right?

[whitelittlespider]

Mhm, yeah. I always feel that way around you. You make me feel so good, like never before. :(

[karmictaste]

i’m glad i do princess, you're as soft as a flower petal and so silly. my sweetest wife, aren't you?

[whitelittlespider]

That’s a first for me, I didn’t know I was that soft. You’re adorable, baby. I’m your wife forever.

[whitelittlespider]

Hey there pretty, sorry I didn’t come say hey sooner

@brooklyn-duo

That’s okay, maybe I’ve been waiting.. but you’re here now, right?

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky smiles brighter when he knows he’s not at risk for getting decked, and his flesh hand slides over her waist to her back to pull her even closer so the stood chest to chest.

“Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious, I’ve heard you killed men for less,” he grins, his vibranium hand resting on her hip lightly, wary of accidentally hurting her.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena let out a short snort as her hands slid up slowly from his shoulders, cupping his face with a surprising gentleness. “Oh, how cute,” she murmured quietly. “The солдат is scared of a girl killing men? Please…” She tilted her head, thumbs brushing lightly over his jaw as her gaze locked on his.

“They’re just not you.”

[brooklyn-duo]

“паук I’ve never been scared of you, I just didn’t want to disrespect you or..you know..things are different now but I can’t deny that I want you. Want you in every way you would have me,” he murmurs, his voice low as he turns his head to press light kisses to her palm.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena blinked a few times at his words, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. She leaned into his touch almost instinctively, her head giving a small shake as if trying to dismiss the warmth rushing to her cheeks.

Her lips parted before she let out a quiet, almost incredulous laugh. “God, Barnes. You — You’re making me soft,” she muttered, the words slipping out as her fingers curled slightly against his face, holding him there.

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky’s vibranium arm moves to wrap around her, holding her close but still tender, he had never touched anyone like this with that arm before so he was a little cautious.

His other hand comes up to brush some of her hair away from her face as he leans down closer, his lips brushing her cheek

“You know..if you’re going to do this, if we’re going to do this, you can just call me Bucky,” he teases softly

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena felt the slight weight of his vibranium arm around her, the careful strength in the way he held her. Without a word, she let one of her hands drift down, gently gripping the cool metal and guiding it so it held her more securely — a quiet, certain sign that it was okay. Her eyes fluttered half-shut at the warmth of his lips brushing her cheek, and she let her nose graze against his in a fleeting, intimate touch.

Her smirk returned, softer this time, but no less teasing. “Mm.. but I like calling you Barnes,” she murmured, her tone playful.

[brooklyn-duo]

“That’s what the government people call me,” Bucky mumbles, his smile still teasing as he trails lightly kisses down her cheek to her jaw, “that’s what handlers, and the others call me, паук,” he murmurs against her jaw, pulling her even closer against him until their bodies are flush together

“дорогой, I want to be more than your teammate, more than an asset to you..” he admits softly, his lips ghosting over hers but still not kissing her. Bucky liked to tease but also it felt like a sin to rush this, to treat this like any other interaction he may have had in his past.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s eyes fell shut fully at the featherlight press of his lips along her jaw, her breath catching as her lips parted for a moment. Her hands holding onto his arms, grounding herself in the solid strength holding her so close. A low hum escaped her chest, soft and unguarded, the closeness of his mouth making her ache at the space still left between them.

When she finally found her voice, it was barely above a whisper. “Bucky…” The name slipped out tender, almost fragile, before she drew in a shaky breath. Her lips brushed the air just shy of his. “I want more too.. I want you.”

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky’s eyes flash to hers and that’s all he needs. He presses his lips to hers soft but he can’t help his need for her and the kiss deepened as he pulls her closer. His hand cups her face tenderly, sliding back to rest at the back of her neck as he practically melts against her

“You’re makin’ me soft..” he mumbles, echoing her words against her lips because the last time he’d felt this was was before Val, before Thanos, before HYDRA, he doesn’t remember the last time it was so long ago. But Yelena made him want to be that man again, the charming flirt only for her.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s arms wound tightly around Bucky’s neck, pulling him closer still as if there weren’t already space left to close. Her fingers slid into his hair, brushing through it with a surprising gentleness.

Her lips curved into a faint, teasing smirk against his, her breath mingling with his as she murmured softly, “Don’t steal my line..”

The words were playful but the weight of it carried more. Slowly, she drew back just enough to look up at him, her eyes glinting with both mischief and something softer that she rarely let anyone see.

[whitelittlespider]

Hey there pretty, sorry I didn’t come say hey sooner

@brooklyn-duo

That’s okay, maybe I’ve been waiting.. but you’re here now, right?

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky smiles brighter when he knows he’s not at risk for getting decked, and his flesh hand slides over her waist to her back to pull her even closer so the stood chest to chest.

“Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious, I’ve heard you killed men for less,” he grins, his vibranium hand resting on her hip lightly, wary of accidentally hurting her.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena let out a short snort as her hands slid up slowly from his shoulders, cupping his face with a surprising gentleness. “Oh, how cute,” she murmured quietly. “The солдат is scared of a girl killing men? Please…” She tilted her head, thumbs brushing lightly over his jaw as her gaze locked on his.

“They’re just not you.”

[brooklyn-duo]

“паук I’ve never been scared of you, I just didn’t want to disrespect you or..you know..things are different now but I can’t deny that I want you. Want you in every way you would have me,” he murmurs, his voice low as he turns his head to press light kisses to her palm.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena blinked a few times at his words, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. She leaned into his touch almost instinctively, her head giving a small shake as if trying to dismiss the warmth rushing to her cheeks.

Her lips parted before she let out a quiet, almost incredulous laugh. “God, Barnes. You — You’re making me soft,” she muttered, the words slipping out as her fingers curled slightly against his face, holding him there.

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky’s vibranium arm moves to wrap around her, holding her close but still tender, he had never touched anyone like this with that arm before so he was a little cautious.

His other hand comes up to brush some of her hair away from her face as he leans down closer, his lips brushing her cheek

“You know..if you’re going to do this, if we’re going to do this, you can just call me Bucky,” he teases softly

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena felt the slight weight of his vibranium arm around her, the careful strength in the way he held her. Without a word, she let one of her hands drift down, gently gripping the cool metal and guiding it so it held her more securely — a quiet, certain sign that it was okay. Her eyes fluttered half-shut at the warmth of his lips brushing her cheek, and she let her nose graze against his in a fleeting, intimate touch.

Her smirk returned, softer this time, but no less teasing. “Mm.. but I like calling you Barnes,” she murmured, her tone playful.

[brooklyn-duo]

“That’s what the government people call me,” Bucky mumbles, his smile still teasing as he trails lightly kisses down her cheek to her jaw, “that’s what handlers, and the others call me, паук,” he murmurs against her jaw, pulling her even closer against him until their bodies are flush together

“дорогой, I want to be more than your teammate, more than an asset to you..” he admits softly, his lips ghosting over hers but still not kissing her. Bucky liked to tease but also it felt like a sin to rush this, to treat this like any other interaction he may have had in his past.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena’s eyes fell shut fully at the featherlight press of his lips along her jaw, her breath catching as her lips parted for a moment. Her hands holding onto his arms, grounding herself in the solid strength holding her so close. A low hum escaped her chest, soft and unguarded, the closeness of his mouth making her ache at the space still left between them.

When she finally found her voice, it was barely above a whisper. “Bucky…” The name slipped out tender, almost fragile, before she drew in a shaky breath. Her lips brushed the air just shy of his. “I want more too.. I want you.”

[whitelittlespider]

Hey there pretty, sorry I didn’t come say hey sooner

@brooklyn-duo

That’s okay, maybe I’ve been waiting.. but you’re here now, right?

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky smiles brighter when he knows he’s not at risk for getting decked, and his flesh hand slides over her waist to her back to pull her even closer so the stood chest to chest.

“Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious, I’ve heard you killed men for less,” he grins, his vibranium hand resting on her hip lightly, wary of accidentally hurting her.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena let out a short snort as her hands slid up slowly from his shoulders, cupping his face with a surprising gentleness. “Oh, how cute,” she murmured quietly. “The солдат is scared of a girl killing men? Please…” She tilted her head, thumbs brushing lightly over his jaw as her gaze locked on his.

“They’re just not you.”

[brooklyn-duo]

“паук I’ve never been scared of you, I just didn’t want to disrespect you or..you know..things are different now but I can’t deny that I want you. Want you in every way you would have me,” he murmurs, his voice low as he turns his head to press light kisses to her palm.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena blinked a few times at his words, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. She leaned into his touch almost instinctively, her head giving a small shake as if trying to dismiss the warmth rushing to her cheeks.

Her lips parted before she let out a quiet, almost incredulous laugh. “God, Barnes. You — You’re making me soft,” she muttered, the words slipping out as her fingers curled slightly against his face, holding him there.

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky’s vibranium arm moves to wrap around her, holding her close but still tender, he had never touched anyone like this with that arm before so he was a little cautious.

His other hand comes up to brush some of her hair away from her face as he leans down closer, his lips brushing her cheek

“You know..if you’re going to do this, if we’re going to do this, you can just call me Bucky,” he teases softly

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena felt the slight weight of his vibranium arm around her, the careful strength in the way he held her. Without a word, she let one of her hands drift down, gently gripping the cool metal and guiding it so it held her more securely — a quiet, certain sign that it was okay. Her eyes fluttered half-shut at the warmth of his lips brushing her cheek, and she let her nose graze against his in a fleeting, intimate touch.

Her smirk returned, softer this time, but no less teasing. “Mm.. but I like calling you Barnes,” she murmured, her tone playful.

[whitelittlespider]

Hey there pretty, sorry I didn’t come say hey sooner

@brooklyn-duo

That’s okay, maybe I’ve been waiting.. but you’re here now, right?

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky smiles brighter when he knows he’s not at risk for getting decked, and his flesh hand slides over her waist to her back to pull her even closer so the stood chest to chest.

“Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious, I’ve heard you killed men for less,” he grins, his vibranium hand resting on her hip lightly, wary of accidentally hurting her.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena let out a short snort as her hands slid up slowly from his shoulders, cupping his face with a surprising gentleness. “Oh, how cute,” she murmured quietly. “The солдат is scared of a girl killing men? Please…” She tilted her head, thumbs brushing lightly over his jaw as her gaze locked on his.

“They’re just not you.”

[brooklyn-duo]

“паук I’ve never been scared of you, I just didn’t want to disrespect you or..you know..things are different now but I can’t deny that I want you. Want you in every way you would have me,” he murmurs, his voice low as he turns his head to press light kisses to her palm.

[whitelittlespider]

Yelena blinked a few times at his words, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. She leaned into his touch almost instinctively, her head giving a small shake as if trying to dismiss the warmth rushing to her cheeks.

Her lips parted before she let out a quiet, almost incredulous laugh. “God, Barnes. You — You’re making me soft,” she muttered, the words slipping out as her fingers curled slightly against his face, holding him there.