Characters x Reader Oneshots

Yelena Belova x GNReader: Another failed mission

Yelena Belove x reader - could be platonic or romantic it's up to you.

A/N: Just a quick little oneshot, all fluff, never written for Yelena before but I've been dying to for a while, hope you enjoy!

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There she was, the target was in sight. She was relaxed, not even suspecting that you were only meters away, hidden from her sight like a bat in the night. She would never expect an attack like this, coming from the shadows that covered the walls like a blanket trapping in heat on a cold, winters day.

Imagine not knowing that your doom was vastly approaching, imagine not getting the gut feeling that your life was over. The floorboards barely creaked under your light footsteps, something you had been working on over time. Your breathing was even, practically silent as you further approached her unaware form.

This time you had it, you really had it, had her.

So unsuspecting, so out of the loop, the woman couldn't even see that you were about to pounce on her, what an absolute dumm-

"What are you doing?" her deep voice rung out, thick with a Russian accent. You froze behind the couch she was resting against, the delicate pages of the magazine being flipped against her fingertips. You looked like a monster trying to scare a child in their sleep, arms outstretched over your head, legs spread apart and a wicked gleam in your eyes.

Your figure shrunk under her scrutiny, arms slowly sliding to reside by your hips, "Nothing." you whispered out, voice laced with disappointment.

You could hear her start to cackle, really adding salt to the burn. She patted the spot of the couch next to her, the material springing back to life once her hand left the spot.

You reluctantly sat beside her, lips in a pout as she continued to laugh. She feigned wiping a single tear from her eye, her laughter growing quiet as you glared at her.

"Aw, you're so cute for trying to sneak up on me like that, (Y/N). But do you forget that I am a trained assassin, I could have killed you from-"

"The moment I walked into the room, I know, I know. I just wanted to scare you for once, like how you always scare me."

Yelena gave you an honest smile, an adorning twinkle in her eyes as she looked you over. You really did try your best, you thought you nailed it and she'd at least jump a little in her comfortable position.

"Weeeell, with a little bit of practise I'm sure you'll make me...jump or something. Besides, (YN), you weren't so bad. If it wasn't for your heavy breathing and the fact that I'm a supremely trained super spy, I would never have heard you coming."

Her smile widened, showing off her pearly whites. Your pouting lips soon turned around, you couldn't help but smile back, "I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"Oh please, even if I was deaf I'd still be able to hear you." you both sat back against the plushness of the couch, bumping arms as your head fell back in laughter. You stayed like that for a few minutes, just relishing in the moment that was specifically made for you two.

"Now c'mon, my daddy always used to say after a failed mission we should eat." Yelena sat up from the couch, turning around to face you with her hand stretch out. The sun cast its dazzling light against the right-hand side of her face, the window behind her always knew how to make her look so angelic.

"No he didn't, you just want the macaroni I brought yesterday," you smirked, grabbing her hand in yours. She pulled you up with ease, leaning back against her heels as she stared into your eyes. Her mouth fell open, her lips forming a perfect 'O' shape. One of her hands came to rest over her chest in mock disgust, "That is so not true, he did use to say that."

"Uh-huh," you mused, already moving into the kitchen to grab the biggest pan you could find; looks like you'd have to get more macaroni in the morning at this rate.

Yelena stood beside you digging through the cupboards, the doors swung wide open, "Are you serious right now, you don't have any?"

"Any what?" you asked, stirring the heated pan. You cast your gaze to her crouched form, "Hot sauce, how do you not have hot sauce?"

"I don't like hot sauce, you already know this."

"Then what do you put on the macaroni?" she sounded so innocent but her face was laced with disdain. You shrugged your shoulders, turning your attention back to the stove, "I don't know, mayo?"

"Ugh, you're worse than Kate Bishop," Yelena mumbled, she stood from the floor, quickly dusted herself off and strolled over to her backpack beside the front door.

"You know, she only had one set of utensils, who does that?" you could hear her complaining as she went.