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[quietlyimplode]

the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 11 - Captivity

Warnings: canon type violence.

Word Count: 1.6k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha offers choices and chances.

A/N: reunion <3

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SINGAPORE

2014

Clint stares at her as she gets ready, smiling at her putting on make up.

“What?” she asks, “you’ve seen me do this a thousand times.”

“Nat, watching you put make up on in a bra, will always make me stop and stare at you,” he pauses.

“In a non creepy way.”

She smiles and continues to make up her face; the wig cap covering her hair.

“Are you sure, blue is the way to go?”

The wig both brown and blue is styled like Natasha’s hair when she was young.

She bites her lip.

“No. But maybe, if anything gets to her, maybe the past will.”

She stands and bends over, placing the wig on and adjusting it.

When she stands she looks like a different person.

“I never know how you do that,” he says in awe.

She sighs.

He kisses the top of her head, and hugs round her shoulders.

“We can do this another time, it doesn’t have to be now… this feels too dangerous.”

Natasha shakes her head.

“No, it has to be now,” she says, determined.

“Because who knows when we will get a chance again?”

She looks up at him and attempts a smile.

“Plus, I know you’ll be there, right?”

Clint nods, prepares his basic disguise of a hat and sunglasses and leaves her to finish getting ready.

.

Natasha feels eyes on her as soon as she enters the hotel.

They can’t know, not yet. She scans and looks for Yelena.

Seeing nothing, she continues into the bowels of the hotel, checking in and wheeling her suitcase to the elevator.

Natasha is hypervigilant.

Continuously scanning the environment, she focuses on getting to her room and closing the door.

She’d checked in as Melina Vostokoff, hoping to get Yelena’s attention, or at the very least, someone from the Red Room.

Taking a deep breath, she tries to calm her nerves. Waiting for it, for someone to come, felt almost torturous.

Isla was right.

Her words, as scathing as they were, were correct. She’d left.

Not just Yelena but the other widows. She hadn’t known what killing Dreykov would do, and selfishly; she didn’t care.

She just needed him dead.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she flops back.

Clint, perhaps, was also right, that she’d done the best she could in keeping herself safe, but it didn’t negate the fact that she didn’t look for Yelena.

There’s a small part of her that still thinks it’s not her problem, Yelena is not her sister, either were the widows.

They instilled every man (or woman) for themselves in training. Some girls took it seriously but most of them knew they’d only survive together.

Usually it was the widows with friends and guiding hands around them that survived.

Those that didn’t… well. They’re the ones they held funerals for.

She groans. The wig itching.

Natasha knows she needs to get up, set the trap within the trap.

She just knows it’s going to be a long, hard day.

But, she supposes, what’s another one.

.

It takes them to dinner to come for her.

The things they do are so predictable, that Natasha has to suppress a role of her eyes.

It’s amazing how things never change and the playbook they run hasn’t changed in years.

She told Clint they’d wait, scout and take her at night, and he’d scoffed.

Natasha feels them follow.

If the timing is right, and her guesses are correct, it will be Yelena and two others.

If Yelena is on point.. it’s all Natasha us counting on.

Clint can take out the other two.

With Yelena alone, she’s sure she can convince her to come.

Focussing, she moves quickly up the fire exit stairs, ascending them as quickly as she can, she hears the door close behind her, quick footsteps following after her.

She doubles her speed, listening for the door again.

When it doesn’t come, she knows Clint has likely taken out the other two.

Natasha feels the thrill of being chased, adrenaline pumping through her, as she continues up the stairs.

It better be Yelena.

Legs burning, she continues to the roof.

One flight to go, she calls out.

“Think you can get me?”

The footsteps behind her stop.

“Oh big sister,” the words come viciously, “you’re as good as got.”

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Humidity hits Natasha as soon as she opens the door to the rooftop.

Singapore has a rainy season that brings a thick muggy quality to the world.

She catches her breath, and moves to the corner.

The trap set.

If Clint has the other two drugged, then maybe, this plan has a chance at working.

Yelena rushes the door.

Guns drawn they hold them high and face each other.

Postures identical, they circle each other, waiting for the other to speak.

Taking a step forward, Yelena takes a step back.

“Stop moving,” she growls.

Natasha takes another step.

Neither sure who has the upper hand, Yelena throws her gun.

The randomness of the action confuses Natasha and she’s not ready when Yelena rushes her, yelling and elbowing her in the face.

She rolls with it, circling and elbowing behind her.

It catches Yelena and pushes her back.

Natasha tries to sweep at her feet, then punches out, hitting Yelena as she moves back.

Yelena’s guard is strong, as she takes it, breaking it only for a moment to push then punch Natasha.

The fight gives Natasha enough time to wait to see if there’s any back up coming.

No one comes.

She turns and breaks the handle on the door, and then turns to Yelena.

“Just you and me, little one,” she smiles.

Yelena’s look is feral.

“How dare you,” she starts, and Natasha prepares for the onslaught.

The timing needs to be perfect.

She raises her knife and stabs it forward, hitting Yelena’s thigh.

It embeds in and Natasha thinks she’s done it.

Yelena sees red, wrenching the knife out and throwing it at Natasha.

She dodges it and pushes forward.

One punch blocked, two then.. she lets herself be hit.

Lets Yelena punch her, pummel her and hit her hard.

She feels the hate and anger behind each of the hits she takes.

Natasha growls, and throws her off as she gets messy in her anger.

“I failed you,” she says simply.

Yelena comes at her again, hitting her in the face as Natasha puts up no defence.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

Yelena places her in a hold and Natasha allows herself to be handcuffed to the nearby pole, pushed into a sitting position.

Fists clenched she sighs.

Easy to get out of, if she’s willing to rip skin and dislocate joints.

She doesn’t though.

Steadily she tries to breath through her mouth, her nose broken.

Yelena rounds on her.

“They’re going to come for you, and make you… make you like me,” she growls, “make you suffer every agony, every violation.”

The heat beats down as Yelena paces the rooftop.

“You’re a traitor.”

“You’re a traitor,” she breathes heavily.

Natasha gathers her breath.

“I’m not sorry for the choice I made,” she clarifies.

“I am sorry for not getting you sooner.”

Yelena spits.

“Choices? You had choices, what did we all have?”

Yelena continues to pace, looking to the door.

“When you made your choice, you condemned us all.”

Natasha compartmentalises her words, puts them aside, taking a deep breath.

“The decisions between bad choices is not better—“

“But you had them!” Yelena explodes.

“You had a choice.”

Natasha adjusts her position and sits on the ground.

“Not a good one,” she says, resigned. “A choice between dying and surviving.”

The next words are said with venom.

“What would you have done?”

She doesn’t mean for it to come out that way, but frustration and the need for this to go right, puts her on edge.

Yelena squats in front of her.

“I wouldn’t have left you there to die,” she says, as equally as venomously.

Natasha shrugs and looks away, “you would have.”

“Just like you’re going to do now.”

Yelena looks at her quizzically.

“You have a choice,” Natasha tells her, “to stay or go.”

“What do you—“

“The tracker in your thigh, the one they place so they always know,” she gestures to the stab wound.

“The knife, it’s disabled it. The current you felt, they can’t track you now.”

There’s horror in Yelena’s face as she feels her thigh, her hand coming away bloody.

Disbelief crosses her face.

“They’d have come by now, right? The other two to check?”

Natasha sees how much room she has in the cuffs. This was the plan, but she’s willing to try different ways that don’t involve her being vulnerable and being held captive.

“But they haven’t.”

She wriggles one hand.

“Now,” she pauses. “You have a choice.”

.

Clint finds Natasha handcuffed to a pole on the roof.

Alive.

“What happened?!” he asks, rushing towards her.

She doesn’t look too worse for wear, bruises on her face, broken nose and wig slightly askew; but alive nonetheless.

“She, uhhh, I stabbed her, she handcuffed me to a pole, we argued, and I gave her a choice.”

Natasha words come out in a huff as he releases the handcuffs.

“Where’s she go?” he asks, and they look out on the city.

“Did she go back?”

Natasha doesn’t answer.

“I don’t know,” she replies.

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[ravensliterature]

A Life for a Life

A/N: I have been hit with the writing bug

pairing: Pietro x Reader

warnings: Mention of blood, near death

w/c: 1754

Prompt: You save Pietro life when he takes the bullet for Clint, but at what cost? 

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'Pietro really should be taking this more seriously,' you think to yourself as you navigate the chaos of a floating island in the sky, swarming with robots. 'We are fighting for our lives, and he's still joking around. He's going to get himself killed.'

You turn your attention back to the battlefield, using your telekinesis to shred any Ultron robot clone that comes your way. You're so focused that you don't notice one of the clones grabbing your leg until it yanks you off your feet. A sharp pain shoots up your calf as you fall to your knees, clutching the throbbing limb. Thankfully, you're a fast healer.

You had met Pietro and Wanda in a lab where they volunteered for experiments, while you were abducted from your family. It was the worst experience of your life, but it brought you your closest friends.

"You're too slow, printsessa!" Pietro yells as he speeds past, destroying a line of robots.

Laughing despite the pain, you chase after him, dodging the bots and trying to match his pace. "I can still kill more than you, Piet!" you shout back.

Suddenly, an explosion booms above. It's so close, you almost miss it. Metal debris rains down. Looking up, you see the sky filled with destruction. Glancing back, you spot Clint with his bow drawn, shooting down robot after robot with graceful, precise movements.

"Help people get to the ships!" Clint screams over his shoulder.

Without wasting a second, you leap over destroyed robots and duck under their limbs, helping civilians escape while Pietro zips around at blinding speed.

Your mind flashes back to the last time Pietro was injured on a mission with you and Wanda. 'Please don’t let him get hurt again,' you silently plead.

As you guide people to safety, you hear bullets whizz overhead. You see Clint ducking and try to catch the bullets with your telekinesis. You almost succeed, but suddenly a blue blur sweeps them away. Relief floods you as Pietro saves Clint and a nearby child. But then, dread fills you as you see Pietro peppered with bullets, his shirt soaked with blood, gasping for air.

Pietro collapses, and as your eyes meet, your heart shatters. With one look, you know he understands the gravity of his situation.

You rush to him, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his chest. Although you're a strong healer, you’ve never faced injuries this severe.

"Pietro!" you whisper, trying to calm both him and yourself.

"Y/N... please, don't do anything stupid," he begs, gripping your shirt.

"Okay, I won’t," you promise, resting your hands over his and focusing your powers.

Your hands glow as you channel your healing energy into Pietro. Slowly, his breathing stabilizes, and a smile spreads across your face. But the effort drains you; your vision blurs and darkness edges in.

With a final push, you heal all his wounds, but the strain is too much. You collapse, everything fading to black.

"Y/N!" Pietro’s voice is the last thing you hear before you lose consciousness.

When you come to, Pietro is by your side, tears streaming down his face as he holds your cold, pale hand. "Don't leave me now," he whispers, his brown eyes filled with fear and love.

You try to reassure him with a weak smile, touching his cheek to wipe away his tears. Your touch is ice-cold.

Pietro kisses your fingertips, his lips sending warmth through your numb body. He leans in to kiss your forehead, his presence comforting as you drift back into darkness.

Pietro’s voice is soft as he says, "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Night, Piet," you murmur, slipping away.

Pietro sobs quietly beside you, overwhelmed by grief. Clint sits next to him, offering silent support as he too mourns.

Suddenly, a faint breath escapes your lips. "Pietro?" Clint whispers.

Pietro lifts his head, wiping his tears. "She's alive... but it’s bad."

Together, they carefully lift you, exiting the battlefield to seek help.

You awaken in Pietro's arms, coughing and disoriented. "It will be okay, darling," he soothes, explaining that you almost died saving him.

"Thank you for saving me," he murmurs.

"Anytime," you reply, feeling a weak smile form on your lips.

"Piet, where are we?" you ask, looking around in confusion.

"We're in the lab. Bruce stabilized you," Pietro explains, his voice choked with emotion. "I thought I lost you."

"I’m so sorry, Pietro. Please, forgive me."

"It’s alright, darling. I understand," he replies, kissing your forehead tenderly. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Pietro."

"What are we going to do now?" you wonder aloud.

"I don't know," Pietro admits, "but we'll figure it out together."

You lean in and kiss him, his response immediate and full of love. As you pull back, you rest your forehead against his, grateful for this moment and for each other.

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[cryinginsidebecauseofbrutasha]

Chapters: 40/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Pepper Potts, Jane Foster (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Melinda May Summary:

The TUFI Fic is a fix-it fic spanning all the movies and TV series in the MCU, such as but not limited to: The Avengers (2012); Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015); Black Widow (2020); Spiderman: No Way Home (2022); Agents of SHIELD (2013-2020); Agent Carter (2015-2016); etc. It's based on my opinion of how things should have happened, so if you don't agree, just leave.

I'm expecting this to be a long project with weekly updates so hang in there.

'*' will be used to indicate filler chapters.

[starspilli]

kurt wagner it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you you come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 279

Now Danny didn’t mean to make a Bootube channel. He’d meant to send that sleep deprived ramble to Tucker, but he had clicked on the wrong app and yeah. Apparently people enjoy his space rambles- or it could have been the ghost blob-cats that had decided to flop onto him. (Honestly he wasn’t surprised they would start to mimic the shapes of things in their surroundings)

Tucker? Found it hilarious, as did Sam and Val and… um, okay this has become their shared channel now, nice. Though there are some strange comments on some of the videos. Really, what do they mean green sky and crazy tech???

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

is this a marvel sci-fi tv show, or a fucking ROMANTIC COMEDY

[rowenas-megacoven]

Owen Wilson will never know just how much I love his little ordinary time-man character. In a cinematic universe of super geniuses and sorcerers and aliens and enhanced soldiers and thunder gods, all with crazy abilities, I love his littlest normal human analyst who started out solving time mysteries so, SO much, in my very heart, soul, bones. He’s just some guy but like… he’s NOT just some guy at the same time. Some of my MCU favourites I’ve had over a decade of getting to know them, yet here Mobius is, sitting comfy in one of my atriums like he’s always been there. He’s so soft and soothing and reasonable and safe. If I had to choose between travelling to all sorts of weird and wacky and wonderful places with the Gaurdians, maybe Thor, or sitting in a Burger King gossiping over a Whopper and a Slushie with Mobius, I’d absolutely choose Mobius. He just has this vibe. I totally get why Loki would sit eternally alone to let Mobius live freely. Just a lovely, stand-up lil fella. He is coded like a well-needed hug. Thinking of him right now.

[upon-the-snow]

a crossover absolutely nobody asked for!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Damn does this guy have to do everything in this goddamn house

He gotta house Gwen he gotta build a watch he gotta teach Miles about his powers he gotta leave the watch for Gwen he gotta make some more for the squad he gotta save they relationship

What's next?? He gotta pick up your groceries too? 😭😭 clean your doors and polish your floors? Kill Miguel with his bare hands?

Can my mans relax 😩😩😩 how about we let the girl grow and repair her relationships herself huh?

How about we give Hobie a movie of his own where he can do shit for himself without having to fix other people's nonsense first how's about that is that okay

[gltzgghln]

aw.. the boinky spunge 😋 crinkly doo 🤗 the shronkle scrimblo 🙂

[mobius-m-mobius]

OWEN WILSON and KE HUY QUAN as MOBIUS and OUROBOROS in LOKI S2

[bloodstainedstar]

✮ Fixing Endgame. 1/???

In which Steve actually talks about grieving his friends but also the one person that made him feel whole, instead of focusing on someone he talked to three times when he joined the army.

[unknowndrone]

Yelena’s Diary

Yelena Belova X Fem!Reader

Prompt: Natasha finds Yelena’s diary which results in the contents of the diary getting revealed to you.

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: siblings threatening to kill each other

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She should’ve known better. As the greatest spy and assassin in the world with a sibling with a similar title, she should’ve known that unless that diary was sewn to her body, Natasha was somehow  going to get her grubby hands on it. 

“Give it back, Natasha!” She hisses.

They were like school girls, things that Yelena would only ever see happening in the American TV shows, not between two assassins. Natasha flips through the pages, while simultaneously dodging Yelena’s efforts to retrieve the book.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How many chapters are you going to spend complaining about the team and complimenting Y/N?” she questions.

“Natasha, I am not afraid to stab you!” the younger sister threatens. 

“Do it,” Natasha challenges. “I bet you’d love to explain to Y/N why you felt the need to stab her favorite Black Widow.”

“-you are not her favorite Black Widow!” 

“Just because you wrote it in your diary doesn’t mean it’s actually true-”

“Stop it!” Yelena screams once more. This time she pounces on to her sister’s shoulders. Natasha wildly spins knowing that Yelena was seconds away from putting her into a choke hold before throwing Yelena on to the bed. 

Natasha paces away, flipping through the pages and gaining a few more paragraphs before her sister would rush to attack once more. “Who taught you to draw a heart like that, Lena?” 

The younger widow pouts. “Give it back, Natasha!”

That’s the thing about older siblings. They’re a menace.

At this point, the two widows were running through the compound. The blonde chasing the red head with no one to stop them. No one except-

The elevator door opens, revealing you. You just returned from your mission only to see Natasha trying to evade Yelena who looked ready to murder her. You raise your eyebrow, noticing how they were far too busy trying to fight each other that they didn’t hear the elevator door. 

Your eyes dart to see Steve walking past you with a book in his hand. Tapping his shoulder to get his attention, you gesture towards the widows. “What happened?” 

Steve only lets out a laugh, shaking his head. “Yelena’s been chasing Nat for hours.” He explains before leaving you to your thoughts. 

As amusing as it is to watch the two widows play a game of cat and mouse, you figured that it was time for the two to reconcile as you carefully approach them, making sure not to get too close just in case Yelena decides to throw a knife at Natasha and you aren’t able to dodge it in time. 

Eventually you get close enough, crossing your arms, fighting the amused smirk that was forming at your lips. When you let out a cough, the fight instantly stops. Natasha smiles brightly when she sees you, almost too brightly. Meanwhile, Yelena looks more horrified than she is happy. Part of your heart wrenches as to why she looks so disheartened to see you. She was always happy to see you. 

“That’s enough fighting for you two, don’t you think?” You suggest, eyes darting between Yelena and then Natasha. 

Natasha glances at Yelena, nodding, “I agree.” Her response only earns another glare from the blonde widow. 

 “How was your mission?” Yelena asks you. 

You shrug, “Standard.” Your eyes catch at what seems like a journal in Natasha’s hand. “I didn’t know you journal, Nat.” 

Natasha holds the book up, the smile on her face becoming more mischievous. “Oh me? Oh no,this isn’t mine. This is-” 

“Natasha stop! Don’t you dare ruin this for me!” Yelena hisses.

But just before Natasha can say anything, Yelena pounces on her. Your eyes widen at the violence and Yelena’s sudden persistence. You knew if you didn’t act now, the floors of the Avengers facility might be painted red. So your arms grab Yelena’s shoulders and you pull her until her back is flushed against you.

“That’s enough!” you bark, trying to get the two siblings to stop.

Yelena almost instantly relaxes in your hold. It wasn’t your first time holding her. In fact, you’ve hugged her many times before whether it be before missions when you return home from missions or whenever she’s upset. Your touch was like an instant sedative. 

This one especially.

Natasha sighs in relief, but her hand was still clutching the book. When she meets eyes with her sister, she notices how Yelena almost looks like she melted into a pool of her own love for you. Regardless, you pull Yelena away, dragging her to her room before things get worse. 

“Oh here’s your book Yelena…” Natasha teases, handing the book to her sister. Yelena quickly snatches it before you could get your hands on it. You know better than to ask questions seeing how pissed Yelena was. You figured that you would have a chat with Natasha as to why she’s going through her sister’s belongings later. For now, you need to make sure Yelena has cooled down.

The two of you are now sitting in your room. Yelena is laying in bed while you are getting changed into more comfortable clothes. The book is held protectively over her chest. It seems to be super glued to her like she didn’t want anyone seeing what was inside. 

“So…is there anything in that private journal I don’t know about?” you tease while slipping on your pajamas. 

The blonde blushes profusely, “no,” she speaks a little too quickly. 

“I’m not pushing, Lena. I was just curious,” you shrug. “You’re allowed to have your own private thoughts.”

Yelena looks at you for a while. She’s been doing that a lot recently where you would notice her gaze on you seemed to linger longer than expected. It made you curious at what was going through her little head. 

Eventually, you plop yourself on the bed next to her and, like many other nights before, you two bask in each other’s presence. You found her shoulder comforting, so you lay your head there, too, observing her reaction intently. To your surprise, you feel her muscles visibly tense for a moment before easing into your warmth.

“Is everything okay?” you ask her suddenly. 

“Everything is fine,” the assassin dismisses. “Just stop talking…”

Of course, her dismissive attitude made you just slightly more worried. Yelena was your best friend. The only time she was ever like this is when she’s afraid of something but she’s too scared to tell you. Just like the time she was secretly afraid of the sound of thunder so she actively avoided Thor and also tended to blast your music louder than usual during a storm. You knew just as well as Natasha when something was wrong with Yelena. 

“You can tell me,” you whisper in the silence.

“I can’t.” Yelena whispers back, her voice small. “This is different. I-I can’t share it with you.” 

You pout, looking over your shoulder to see her expression. “Why?”

“Because it’s not a good idea.” 

You frown, “Do you not trust me?” 

“This is different,” Yelena emphasizes more. “It will change how you look at me.”

A sigh escapes your lips as you lean into her shoulder more. “If it’s another assassination regret, you know I would never-”

“No…it’s not that.” 

“But it’s bothering you,” you reason. 

“No it’s not.”

You know better than to keep questioning Yelena knowing she wasn’t going to relent so you two continue to sit through the silence. You would give many things just to see what was going through her head right now or what was written in that journal of her’s that she wasn’t allowing you to see. 

Part of your heart might know, but your brain looked at your denial and turned it into cold hard facts. 

“If you started dating someone else, would you leave me?” Yelena asks suddenly.

“What?”

The blonde assassin nods slowly, “Would you forget about me?”

“Why would I forget about you? You’re my best friend-”

The word ‘best friend’ seems to only upset Yelena further in the way her eyes fall. You see it right away and you stop talking.

Yelena sniffles. “I don’t want to be your best friend. I want you to like me. You know? The one where you draw hearts around our names!” she blurts. 

Your jaw goes slack for a moment in complete disbelief. “Y-Yelena…”

The blonde turns away from you, not wanting to face you or the consequences of her words. But you are quick to put a hand on her shoulder. 

“Lena look at me…” you whisper gently.

Slowly, she turns, but her eyes don’t quite meet yours. “I ruined everything, right?”

A soft laugh escapes your lips as you shake your head. “No…no you didn’t. Would it be hard for you to believe if I said I liked you back?” 

It takes a moment for the blonde to process. She didn’t even think she heard you right the first time. “M-me?” 

You nod slowly, “yes you, dummy.” 

If she wasn’t so enamored by the realization, she would be pouting, but hearing you say those words cause her eyes to light up like a Christmas tree. You pull her close to you.

“I like you too, Lena. I was also scared that if I told you I would ruin things,” you admit. 

“Really?” Yelena questions in disbelief.

You nod slowly, “Really…” 

You feel Yelena lean into your touch which allows you to press a soft kiss to her forehead. You couldn’t help but notice the smile that paints the blonde assassin’s face. It was like a schoolgirl who just found out her crush liked her back.

As you both enjoy each other’s company, another thought crosses your mind. “Wait Yelena what did you put about me in your diary?”

Yelena starts blushing as she buries her head into your shoulder. “Nothing.”

“Do you draw hearts around our names?” you tease.

“Stop it-”

“Will you let me see what you write about me in your diary?”

“No.” she says firmly, burying her head more into your shoulder. 

For the rest of the night, the two of you enjoy each other’s company. A smile painted on both of your faces.

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OKay guyyysss i got hella lazy at the ending bc I couldn’t think of shit, but I hope you enjoy this anyway. Also, I totally havent had this sitting in my files for like 8 months...I hope everything is well with yall. Have a great day/night and rest well!

[forgetful-nerd]

Matt: How did you two meet?

Wade: I was walking home when I locked eyes with him across the street, and I fell head over heals for him.

Peter: I noticed him staring at me and then he walked into the middle of the street, and got hit by a car.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 134

One of the young justice members is complaining about how their parents or mentors benched them after getting injured. 

And Marvel snorting and saying that that reminds him of Phantom. And of course, the YJ crew, ask who that is. 

“Oh Phantoms my big brother, pops never really understood our human halves or limits so…” and he just shrugs like he didn’t just drop Lore. And the teens smell blood in the water, they want to know more. 

[xzyumi]

a moment in time