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themarshmallownerd · 4 years ago

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Find Me Uptown

Summary: While staking out her newest target, newly independent assassin for hire, Yelena, finds moments of reprieve from her work in the unlikely form of an excitable city girl whose befriended her dog. And seems dead set on befriending her, too.

Relationships: Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop; Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop; Yelena Belova and Natasha Romanoff

Ratings: Mature (for violence and language)

Link: Chapter 1 (AO3)

A/N: Marvel gave me dog moms, and so I had to run with that!

This story is expected to be shorter than my other current projects (circa 13 chapters), and will be worked on at the same time as them, so updates will be a little inconsistent for a while. Special thanks to @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney for help editing!! I would’ve never made my deadline before the Hawkeye series premiere without them ❤️❤️❤️

Also, I want to put out a short disclaimer: I am aware of Yelena’s fanon orientation as asexual, and intend to be respectful of it both in this disclaimer and in the fic, itself.

Preview: “Yeah? Did you find your friend again?” the owner asked in amusement, hastily pocketing her phone. She chuckled as she and her dog finally drew close enough for him and Fanny to sniff at each other, their noses nearly brushing against each other’s. In just a few heartbeats, Fanny’s curled tail began gently waving back-and-forth in excitement.

Yelena was begrudging in letting the two dogs prance around each other again, Fanny yipping happily. She knew she wasn’t half as entertaining to her pet during mission postings like this. She was always either away, fighting someone or stealing something, or had her eyes attached to research for the mission, like she had that day and the day previous. Perhaps she owed this to Fanny.

After all, she knew what it was like to be the child of spy work.

Just the same, being still in such an open, public space made her uneasy. And it was made no better by the owner’s attempts to pass the time with small talk.

“How old is he?”

Yelena hesitated, unused to giving out information about herself so easily, even if it was for a cover.

But Fanny wasn’t her, was she? She was only a dog. One these two likely wouldn’t encounter ever again, especially after Yelena finished her current mission and left the city.

“She’s a few years,” she said eventually.

At least, that’s what the shelter estimated at the time Yelena rescued her.

“Oh, she,” the other dog-owner corrected herself. “A sweet young lady, aren’t you? Huh? Hi.”

The other woman positively beamed as Fanny shifted her attention to her, nose pointed at her face as the dog sniffed around her curiously. No doubt trying to prolong her time there, so she could keep playing with Lucky.

“Hi,” Lucky’s owner echoed affectionately, holding out her hand for Fanny to smell. Fanny didn’t hesitate to shove her snout against the offered palm, her tongue rasping over the wrist.

Traitor, crossed Yelena’s mind at the sight.

“What’s your name, huh?”

She was asking Fanny, though it was obvious Yelena was meant to answer. The spy hesitated again in doing so, agitation stirring in the pit of her stomach over whether that act of being so reticent to answer such innocuous questions was suspicious in and of itself.

“Fanny Longbottom,” she answered.

The other dog owner snorted at that, much like Yelena had done when she’d read that on a fake ID amongst her late sister’s keepsakes. As she chuckled to herself, the woman’s gaze stayed fixed on the mutt in question, who was still incessantly nuzzling her hands when she offered them to her. “I like that.”

Yelena hummed in acknowledgement.

“This is Lucky,” the other woman went on, pulling away from Fanny for just a moment to stroke her own pet’s head. “He’s a few years old, too. Or so we think. He was kind of, um…well, he was one of those…side-of-the roaders, you know?”

“Sure.”

Yelena let her gaze wander to the one-eyed dog in question, seeing him stare up at her with his one good eye squinting against the sunlight behind her. His tail was wagging just as vigorously as Fanny’s was, though he seemed more cautious than she did about approaching a new person. That being said, the way his tongue lolled out gave off the impression that he was smiling up at her. With his missing eye, it looked like he was winking, too.

“Hi, Lucky,” she said simply, feeling the corner of her mouth quirk upwards before she could stop herself. He was pretty cute. “I like that name.”

“Thank you,” the dog’s owner murmured. Yelena only glanced up at her briefly, though it was enough for her to notice a faint red painting her cheeks. What she could be embarrassed by at the moment, Yelena didn’t know.

“It suits him,” the spy added, pulling Fanny back by her leash when the other woman began to do the same with her dog.

“I know, right?” Lucky’s owner replied around a fond chuckle. She ran her hand down his head a few times, seemingly calming him as he spotted something elsewhere that also caught his interest.

“You good here, bud?” she asked him as he began pulling his leash in the new direction. Straightening her stance to meet Yelena’s eye, she added more seriously, “I guess we’d better let you guys go. Thanks for letting him meet with her! He really loves it.”

“No problem.”

The other woman offered a grateful nod. Then her eyes darted down to Fanny, who was still cozying up to her side. “Nice to meet you, Fanny!”

Fanny only grumbled as the woman began to step away, Lucky leaving with her. Then her distress manifested into a whine, walking as far as her leash would let her after them. Neither of her potential friends so much as looked back at her as they continued on their way without her.

#my stories #Yelena Belova #Kate Bishop #Lucky the Pizza Dog #Fanny the dog #Black Widow 2021 #Hawkeye series

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