FRAGMENTS ➸ yelena belova (platonic)

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A sigh of content escaped Lia's lips as she took a sip of her warm and refreshing coffee, seated on the couch in her apartment. She was dressed in casual wear, a loose blue t-shirt and black pants, her hazel-gold eyes fixated on the tv which aired the news about the breakout between the avengers that had been on a loop for the past week or two.

It was really beginning to annoy the dark-haired female who began to scroll through the other channels. It wasn't that she hated the heroes, no, she in fact respected them. It was the government constantly criticising their actions instead of doing anything useful themselves.

The nephilim stood up with a stretch, turning off the tv before making her way over to the kitchen and placing the mug in the sink. She poured herself a glass of water, sighing in relief as the liquid hydrated her throat.

She was washing the glass when she suddenly heard a slight creak behind her, making her eyebrows slightly furrow, turning alarmed. Placing the glass on the rack, she closed the tap, reaching out for a towel to dry her hands.

Lia turned around, coming face to face with a gun to her face, her expression completely unfazed as she stared at the weapon's owner before her with a smirk on her face, the blonde's cold sapphire eyes staring into her own hazel-gold ones with unfriendliness.

"Hello," Lia greeted, her smirk unwavering.

Before the nephilim gave the blonde the chance to do anything, she twisted the gun out of her grip in a blink of an eye, throwing it across the room from anyone's reach. The blonde jabbed a punch at Lia to which she dodged, her other hand reaching into one her pockets to pull out a switchblade.

She sliced her blade at the dark-haired female who skilfully managed to dodge it, swiping underneath her feet and knocking her down roughly to the ground. The shorter blonde-haired assassin recovered quickly, jumping to her feet before propelling herself the nephilim in a series of attacks.

Lia parried, blocking blow after blow, trying her best not to destroy anything in the way, knowing she had just cleaned her apartment a few hours ago. She sidestepped another swipe, disarming the knife from her hand in one swift movement.

Taking advantage of the blonde's slight shock, she grabbed her arm and judo-flipped her, pinning her to the ground with the knife by her neck. The blonde growled in response, suddenly twisting herself skilfully out of the nephilim's grip and kicking her to the side.

She delivered a roundhouse kick at Lia's face who brought her hands up just in time to block it, grabbing onto her leg and throwing her across the ground. The blonde recovered with a roll before lunging at the nephilim once again who wasn't quick enough to sidestep, taking the air out of her lungs.

The two skidded across the floor with the blonde on top of Lia, her knife against the nephilim's throat as her emotionless sapphire eyes bored into her own ones. She stayed like that for a few more seconds before pushing herself to her feet.

"I need your help," the blonde stated, her Russian accent evident in her tone.

"Nice to meet you too," Lia retorted sarcastically, getting to her feet. "Why in the name of the Angel would you attack me if you wanted my help?"

The blonde retrieved her gun that had been tossed near the couch, shrugging in response. "I wanted to see myself if you were as good as what I was informed to be."

The dark-haired nephilim raised an eyebrow at her as if asking her to continue. "You weren't bad."

"Well, that's pleasing to know," Lia deadpanned.

"You're Lia Herondale, daughter of Dina and Ezra Herondale," she stated. "Two well-known names across SHIELD, HYDRA and the Red Room."

"And you are?" Lia questioned, her eyes fixated at the assassin before her.

"Yelena Belova," the blonde replied before continuing. "And yet there was no information about them having a daughter."

"Then why are you here, in front of me?"

"I did some digging." Yelena shrugged. "It was a pain in my ass."

A smirk graced the nephilim's lips as she crossed her arms. "So, why do you need special old me for?"

"I'm trying to take down Dreykov and the Red Room," Yelena stated. "Your parents had quite a past with them."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lia flinch. No ordinary person would have picked the slightest of the nephilim's shoulders tensing, but she did.

"What makes you think I'll join you?" Lia asked, her tone turning slightly intimidating.

"I know he killed your parents and you have bad blood with him. Don't you want to take him down too? With your help, I might be able to." Yelena waited a few moments for her response.

"I'm in," Lia replied. "But on one condition."

"What?"

"You're helping me clean up this mess," the nephilim gestured around her living room with an exasperated expression which seemed to be in a disarray state.

"What?" Yelena repeated, blinking at Lia.