𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝘺𝘣 | 𝘴

HARD WAY DOWN:
YELENA BELOVA

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: idkimjustbored2
𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴

[𝙩𝙬 - 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙔𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙖!𝙜𝙥, 𝙔𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙖!𝙙𝙤𝙢, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!𝙨𝙪𝙗, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢, 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮.]

𝘠/𝘕

"YOU KNOW WHEN people say: 'life passes you by like a flash! Don't forget to live while you still can! '? Well, as someone who's almost died twice and unsurprisingly only wanted fast food after the whole ordeal, I can gladly report that living while you still can should never be someone's motto. It's already a slogan for the serial killers and venomous snakes out there, but you don't go round telling children that, do you?"

My voice scratches on the last couple of words. I'm don't think I'm quite sure what I'm saying myself.

"Slow it down, you idiot. You'll choke on your food. Then you'll face that serial killer metaphor all over again, won't you." Natasha kids. I glare at her through narrowed eyes.

"'Eff off, Tash. Go fuck your girlfriend."

"Wanda's too busy shutting me out right now to help me, so it's my job alone to annoy the shit out of you." Nat beams like a child before I punch her arm playfully, giving into the mood. We're sitting in the living room, just the two of us, TV on in the background - lights low and dimmed. The sun is setting beyond the New York skyline, red and gleaming with gold, shadows cast over the forests that splits us with the city. I look out the window to admire the view before I look back at Nat, who's staring at something on her phone. I can only see Wanda's name plastered across the top of the screen before Nat glares at me and tilts her phone away from my prying eyes. Grinning at her smugly, I peer at the television screen, not quite adjusting to what's being said. Wanda put on a sitcom before she stormed off - forgetting to turn off her programme before she left.

"How's things with your crush, Y/N?" Nat says, still not looking up from her phone.

I freeze and hesitate. I look at Natasha quickly. "I'm not going to answer that."

The woman laughs. "You do know you don't need my permission to have sex with her, Y/N, don't you?"

I feel the blush fill my cheeks and I bite my teeth together in embarrassment. "Has anyone ever told you how forward you are?"

"Not to my face. Why, have you heard something?"

I growl out a sigh, rolling my eyes. Sitting back into the sofa, I still my shaking hands, fiddling quickly with my fingers.

I hear her footsteps and smell her strong perfume before I see her. Averting my gaze and biting my lip, I avoid Yelena's eyes, just as I have for days. Her Russian accent rings in my ears.