FRAGMENTS ➸ yelena belova (platonic)

viii.

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Lia found herself walking alone around the capital city, Budapest, having nothing much to do. She fixed her beanie before digging her hands in her pockets. She hung her head low, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.

Sighing to herself, she roamed around the streets aimlessly, deciding to buy a hot cup of coffee on the way back to their hideout, knowing that trouble was always near ever since tagging along with Yelena.

Entering the hideout from the back door, she found the blonde readying her gun, making Lia raise an eyebrow at her in a questioning manner.

"She's here," Yelena simply stated as if it explained everything.

Lia blinked. "Who?"

Yelena rolled her eyes before walking past Lia. "You'll find out. Just, be prepared."

"Right," Lia nodded. "Like that helps a lot."

She took a sip of her lukewarm drink as she watched the blonde disappear from her view towards the dining room and the kitchen. A few moments later, the sound of crashes and grunts echoed through the air and Lia made her way over to the living room to see Yelena engaged in an intense fight with a redhead who somehow seemed familiar.