avengers imagines

Yelena- we fell in love in October

DISCLAIMER: I am fully aware that in the comics and MCU Yelena is Aro Ace, meaning she would not normally want a sexual relationship that involves sex, but in this it does mention her wanting that. Nothing happens but I wanted to clear that up. Anyways, enjoy.

It's totally platonic. 

Smoking cigarettes on the roof
You look so pretty and I love this view

The smoke danced between her fingers, letting out a breathy sigh as her warm breath mixed with the cool autumn air. 

Her finger's danced around the bud, red pinky resting on the crumpled edges, paper torn from the hold she had between her teeth. Her head was thrown back, elbows ticked with the split ends of her shining hair reflecting off the moon. She was gorgeous. I couldn't help but stare at her with a hint of admiration.

But friends can look at friends that way. Its normal to feel as though the girl sitting beside you is the most beautiful thing this world had to offer. Even with her feet mudded and scraped against the plain shingles or her stomach bloated from a big lunch. I felt, she had not look more perfect than she could have in this moment, than in her entire existence in my life.

We fell in love in October
That's why, I love fall
Looking at the stars
Admiring from afar

Her lips curled around the smoke in a dance so simple yet so mesmerizing I could not stop watching the girl suck in the smoke to exhale it moments later. I could practically taste her minty gum and warm smoked breath on my tongue, bodies pressed together as we intertwined our legs in a sincere, protective way. I could almost hear her heartbeat against my back as she wiggled her way behind me, to hold me and love me in ways no man ever could. 

I fantasized about her often, the thought of my hands on her body enough to make a woman crazy but how could I not, looking at the Greek god sat sprawled out before me; shirt pulled up, bare stomach laid pressed against the roof and the crisp breeze. Her legs bent dangerously far apart, arms reached so far out the creases hurt her joints, forcing them pinky and red. 

But how could she ever love me the way I love her? 

My girl, my girl, my girl
You will be my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl
You will be my world
My world, my world, my world
You will be my girl

No, she couldn't. Because she never looked at me the way i had for so long. her eyes never left the beautiful scenery to admire what she could have thought to be even more lovely than the stars. She never looked at me. 

Smoking cigarettes on the roof
You look so pretty and I love this view
Don't bother looking down
We're not going that way
At least I know, I am here to say

But you loved to make me guess, I assumed. Because in that moment, like you read my mind, you gave me a longing stare that I felt send tingles through my chest to my toes. I watched your eyes scrunch and lips part. The cigarette you cared so deeply for fell under your palm, burning out in the twist of your palm, squished against it. Your lips curled into a smile and you leaned into it, elbows relaxed. 

"Yelena?" You finally spoke.

"Hm?" I felt my heart pick up, watching your lips move slowly together and apart.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful your hair looks in the moonlight?" She leaned her cheek to her elbow, pulling her shirt down and cuddling to her side. 

"No, I don't think you have. Or, at least I can't remember you ever telling me that." I smiled weakly, feeling a mix of joy she had called me a name I had just only thought about hearing until this moment, and sad, for she had never mentioned this to me before. She had never told me this, and it would never happen again. 

"Well, then I'm telling you now." She breathed in, mint breath sucking in the chilling air. I could only think of what she thought of me, how cold she felt now, her throat closing. 

"I think you look beautiful in the moonlight. And I think your smile lights up a room because you are the most lovely person I've ever laid my eyes on." She continued, growing closer and closer to my face with each sentence.

"What are you saying?" I questioned, turning my head as nothing more than a breathy whisper extended past my tongue.

"I'm saying, I think I love you, Yelena." Her lips brushed mine, I could feel the softness, and I wanted it more than anything I'd ever want in my entire life. like a hunger I desperately rushed to feel her on me.

We fell in love in October
That's why, I love fall
Looking at the stars
Admiring from afar
(My girl, my girl, my girl)

"Yelena?" A familiar voice pulled me out of my thoughts, the air clean and warm, hands flat against the roof. 

I blinked hard, looking down to the ground, up to the trees, beside me.

"Yelena, its getting late." Chocolate brown skin glistened in the night sky, his eyes piercing white against the black of the night.

"I'll be down in a minute!" I called in a rush, hands gripping the cracking of the greyed roofing. 

He sighed. 

"Okay, don't stay out too late though." Sam smiled sympathetically. In that moment, I hadn't understood why. I felt warm, and fuzzy, sweat dripping off my collar bones. 

I heard the door seize to a stop, his head poking out from under the patio lights. 

"Hey, Yelena?" 

"Hm?" I called back, looking at the stars.

"You still feeling well enough to visit her tomorrow?" He asked, almost in a sad tone. Maybe even sympathizing with me. 

I nodded, turning to my side to find the girl had gone away, not even a strand of lost hair fallen from her head as she made her escape. 

I heard the door begin to close again. 

"Hey Sam?" I interrupted once more.

"Yeah?" He called out shortly.

"Get her bat orchards. They were her favorite. It'll make it look nice." 

He didn't respond, but mentally I felt his nod. 

"Goodnight, Yelena." The door shut quietly, the light slipping from the concrete below, my feet hanging over the edge as I made an attempt to stretch my limbs the ways she would. 

I turned my head, looking down to the soft burn mark left on the roof, broken bits of cigarette and paper stuck in the cracks, I lifted it and let the ash fall between my index and my thumb.

"I think you looked beautiful under the moonlight too. Because you were even more lovely to me." I set my head back, hands falling harsh against the gutter. 

All I could do was regret. Feel the hurt that my fantasies of holding her so dear and close were nothing more than soot and soil stuck under my nails. 

I'll bury you with bat orchard my love, they were my favorites too. I thought, they were as beautiful as you. 

My girl, my girl, my girl
You will be my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl
You will be my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl
You will be my girl
My girl, my girl, my girl
You will be my world
My world, my world, my world
You will be my girl

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