Destroyer → yelena belova, marvel

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 ━━ No Rules, Bro

Warnings: Mature content ahead.
(If you're not comfortable with smut, you can skip from the line that breaks the chapter into two parts. Just skip for the next chapter and you'll be good to go)
I recommend you to listen to Infinity by Jaymes Young while reading this chapter.
Enjoy!

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Yelena Belova enters the city bar and moves through the crowd, searching for the familiar raven headed supersoldier. Since the bar is overcrowded, it takes a fair amount of time for her to find Heather, who is dancing with two figures. One female and a male. Both of them are blondes.

"So he wasn't lying about his sexuality and the blonde obsession." Yelena mutters under her breath, shaking her head with amusement. There's a part of her feeling envious of the way they cling into him like leeches. Maybe not just a part of her, the blood in her whole body is boiling at the sight of them.

"Hedeon!" She yells out through the blasting music as she approaches him, gaining his attention as well as his company.

"Mind if I borrow him for a sec?" She sheepishly throws a smile at them before dragging Heather away, not even waiting for their response. It's not like she owe them anyway. It's a miracle she's not murdering them for touching him. Her Hedeon.

"I see. You still have a thing for blondes." She says when they make it out the back door, away from the music.

"What do you want?" Heather asks annoyance lacing in his voice, trying to not look at her tight dress that is reaching to her mid thighs. It is enough to break any man. The way the fabric clings to her every curve, every dip in her flawless skin, is the sexiest thing he has ever seen. He was desperately trying to get her claws out of his system and she's here, digging them even deeper.

"I wanted to see you. I missed you, Hedeon. Indulge me for a little while, please?"

"How the hell did you find me?!" He spats without hesitation.

"I used to work for Red Room." Yelena shrugs even though her tracking senses are not the only thing that helped her to track him. She knows him well enough to make a guess.

"What the hell is that?" He focuses back in, his eyebrows scrunching with confusion. "You know what? I'm gonna go."

She stares at him. Her jaw tightens with irritation. "What poison did Clint Barton fill in your head about me?!"