┆┆┆ an indie portrayal of 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐀 from the MCU with DC + fandomless verses. 🕷
❛ .. an intricate study into not knowing who you are, never feeling a sense of identity or BELONGING. stuck into a child 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 program and transformed into a weapon. a girl who becomes a GUN, left to dealt with the way it strips away your heart, belonging & soul. a childhood deprived of joy and marked by the trauma of being a TRAINED 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍. ── . . . ✘
❝ if you want to get out of alive, run for your life. they're bound to steal it away, don't hide your mistakes. because they'll find you, burn you, then he said if you want to get out of alive– RUN FOR YOUR LIFE. ❞
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Peter's mind was racing as he thought about the consequences of either making or not making her some boxed macaroni and before he realized she had even moved, she was in his personal space. He jumped a little at the light boop to his cheek and shook his head like a cat did whenever someone touched their whiskers in the wrong way.
He wasn't afraid that she was going to hurt him or anything but damn, how had he not seen her coming? His tingle was failing him today.
"Jesus, yeah yeah okay. Alright here - let me," As Peter rambled, he put distance between them by making his way over to his refrigerator. Upon looking inside however, the ramble in question died on his lips and he let out a groaned sigh before his shoulders deflated. "I don't have any heavy cream."
And honestly? Why would he? He was a young, single guy living alone ... there wasn't much occasion for him to need any. Brows furrowed then however and he shut the door with a little more force than what was necessary.
"But okay you know what? No. No I'm not gonna play personal chef to you just so you delete a picture. If you can't do it just because I said please - " He hadn't said please, "then we're at a stand still here. Simple as that."
the head shake gives the widow a laugh and the fact he's immediately resorting to space. head tilting as she watched peter rummage the refrigerator like a curious animal... so amazed at this peculiar other, he was very interesting to her and that made his company all the more enjoyable. ❝ no cream? bummer. i was hoping to try it that way. ❞ still, she'd take it the regular way but then he's blowing the whole deal as the blonde steps closer.
the light from the fridge illuminating the side of her face, brows lifting at his next reaction. still so amused how animated he gets. secretly, she was proud he wasn't going to play by her rules but of course she still milked it for what it was worth. ❝ but why not? ❞ yelena puts on a pout now, lips curving downwards in a big sulky frown. ❝ hurting my feelings. ❞ continuing the sad face at him before hand lifts and this time finger taps peter's nose this time. ❝ boop. ❞ for boop'ing encore, a smile spreads again, ❝ return of the boop... mr. did not say please. ❞
Okay. Now he was even more confused. She was laughing - and then not, all on a dime and it sent the genius boy's head spinning. He was so very smart, yet so very easily confused when it came to her it seemed. Peter simply couldn't help it. The pink darkened to a deeper shade, now nearly red as he looked around the room as if something in here might help him crack the code. "I've uh ... I've got craft mac if ... if that helps?" It was the shitty cheap kind, but it's all he had.
"Aunt May used to use heavy cream instead of milk to make it extra cheesy I guess?" He still wasn't one-hundred percent sure she was really talking about food here, but he had to do something. Surely the cheesy comment meant that he was on the right track right? Unless there was some new kink he didn't know about and she was some sort of freak in the bedroom? God he hoped not.
what was it they called it... oh, yes. field day. yelena was having a field day and forcing herself to keep still from rolling over in the floor. she could really laugh until she stopped breathing. the blonde was holding back, keeping herself restrained with a little giggle at most as she shook her head, fighting the amusement swelling inside. messing with peter, getting his face all red, she wasn't going to ever stop loving this.
❝ ooo, kraft. of course! of course it helps. if i am not wrong, that is the exact macaroni my friend kate had once. very tasty. well done. ❞ nodding in approval, ❝ i wonder how tasty other things are, though... ❞ she tapped her chin in thought then green hues moved back on the brunette, ❝ what about you, peter. are you tasty? ❞ questioning before sneaking up on him while he was busy glancing around. ❝ boop. ❞ she pushes herself up on tip toes, standing right behind his ear, pestering index finger poking his cheek. ❝ heavy cream instead of milk sounds like a nice experiment. i would not mind to try it a little differently this time, yes.❞
sender instinctively looks for receiver the moment they enter a room.
“ there you are, @widowtrained. “ a soft chuckle because if yelena is the sun, he is the moon and he can’t stay too far away from her and the light that she has inside of her soul. “ i’ve been looking for you all night. i’ve been cleaning up walker’s nasty meal prep dishes? he doesn’t know how to use dish soap to save his life. look. “ bob holds up the grimy tupperware container as evidence. he eventually steps away from the dishwasher, looking towards the food in the oven. “ i, uh, cooked too. well. tried to. burnt it the first time but i think i fixed the potato casserole the second time. it should be ready soon. “ he pulls away from the dishes, moving towards the oven and opening it up to look inside. nodding in approval, he sets the potato and cheese casserole down, the air smelling like heaven. “ sit down, lena. i’ll make you some dinner. you’re probably hungry after all of your missions… “
the door shuts behind yelena and boots carry her to the smell that is already strange to find... the scent. because it actually smells good. that is a first. brows pull into a crease after she removes her belt, placing it to the side to find some comfort then finally she finds the sight. the chef in the questioning. ❝ looking for me? ❞ a playful smile pulls at her features as the blonde appears, though the impact of that reaches the green of her eyes-- didn't know how good that felt, being looked for-- before a laugh sounds from her at walker's dirty dishes that indeed look disgusting. ❝ you are risking it all by washing walker's dishes. and you made me dinner? ❞ surprise lifted in her voice, it stunned her for a second, but knowing him-- it really shouldn't. she just couldn't get used to someone so opposite of everything she had known. ❝ bob, that is so sweet. i have never had anyone to be thoughtful enough to make me dinner... well, if you count alexei. but i think he only does it to butter me up like an oily biscuit and besides that, it never smells this good.❞ amusement touching her tone at the end of her sentence, pulling a chair out and taking a seat. ❝ and even if it did not have the smell of something so delicious, this is very kind of you. i am thankful, bob. really. you look so cute taking on the kitchen as your mission, i am glad i got here just in time to see it. ❞ face lights back up in a shy smile as she admits it out loud, she really was adoring the sight. how often was it to find a man being so domestic? made her stone heart soften just a little more tender for him.
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The tips of Peter's ears go pink in an instant as the phone is turned around for him to see. Shit. Well now, that was just plain embarrassing. Yelena really had to go and do him dirty like that huh? On his own turf, by getting photographic evidence. Normally that was his shtick.
He perked up a little though as she gave him the one thing she needed to do in order to delete it but couldn't help the puzzled face that overcame him half way through his agreement. "Yeah, yeah - name your price, I'll do whatev - wait ... is that some sort of euphemism or something?" Knowing her it would be something dirty but he was holding out hope.
❝ euphemism ? . . ❞ brows lifted, face going serious. she holds a pause between them before features crack and so does a raspy laugh, ❝ oh, peter parker. you amuse me. ❞ he really did, especially since she's found the reddening of his skin, but she stopped laughing with intent . . just because it was TOO FUN messing with him. ah, yes. her new past time. ❝ is it ? possibly. the world is full of possibilities and euphemisms. hm? ❞ emphasis on her new favorite word to taunt him with. ❝ i do need you to make sure it is extra cheesy and wet. ❞ adding vaguely, peeking over her phone she brought back to her person, gauging his next reaction to that line.
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"That uh - that was not supposed to happen." Peter didn't really have a good explanation for it either, so he wasn't even going to try. All he could do was shake his head and look hopelessly over at the person across from him. "You good to just ignore that? Cause I am and it'd really help a guys ego out over here."
❝ hmm . . ❞ yelena pretends to think, just for the amusement of giving him the benefit of the doubt. ❝ i could pretend. ❞ she plays, a long pause before the ultimatum is given, ❝ or i could poke at the ego and laugh about it. ❞ holds her phone up to show him she even got a picture of, ❝ maybe i could be persuaded to delete it and not laugh if you can find me the best bowl of macaroni and cheese. ❞
"I wasn't trying to. I was trying to avoid the cat."
The cat in question was named Maude, and was one of two cats his mentor owned. The other, Fred was actually chilling at the moment. Maude however was...dangerous. The little furball was prone to spurts of energy and would fling herself about the place.
"What are you doing here, Yelena."
So...he had given up a life working as a spy. He had been once from a very young age thanks to his parents. Raised in America by Russian agents.
He had known Yelena and Natasha.
He had freed himself.
Now he worked cyber security for a massive company that nearly rivaled Stark Enterprises.
❝ avoid the cat? ❞ voice comes out in disbelief, skeptical eyes not betraying her tone neither. almost sounded silly enough to laugh until she found some of the lounging cats... ❝ oh, you are serious. ❞ the blonde realizes, this time a laugh does follow before dying out. ❝ no reason. ❞ her turn to be the skeptical one, keeping her answer vague on purpose, even though it was MORE than obvious she didn't just end up here to share hello's. ❝ the little one will have to watch out for me. we will not have problems, as long as she doesn't make a problem. ❞
an indie portrayal of 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐀 from the mcu with dc verses.
❝ she's running out the door, she's running out. ✕✕✕ run, run, RUN. what the hell am i doing here? i don't BELONG here. i don't care if it hurts, i wanna have control.❞
