Yelena Belova x Reader

Back To Reality

Warnings:
Swearing

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You weren't completely sure how this happened, one second you were trying to murder the traitor, the next you were terrified.
You stumbled back, falling over your feet and landed in the seating position with your back pressed firmly against the wall behind you.
"Hey! No! You're okay!" You whipped your head around to the blonde woman standing next to you.
What the hell just happened? You were supposed to be killing the woman, you wanted to, you were supposed to want to anyway. But now, looking at this beautiful girl with sympathetic eyes, you only felt confusion and fear. And of course pain, there were cuts and scrapes all over you.
"What the fuck just happened." You're voice trembled, and you felt tears prick your eyes.
It took a while, but she explained everything. And you felt better, aside from the pain.
"Come on." Yelena held out her hand.
You took it and winced as you put pressure on your leg. You looked down to see a deep laceration in your leg, but not too deep to cut the artery. Blood soaked through your black outfit instantly and you grunted as you limped a step forward.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Yelena stared at you limped forward, cocking an eyebrow.
Shit her accent is so hot. "You said it yourself, I can go do whatever I want now."
"Not like that. That does not look good." She gestured to you leg.
"Oh this?" You looked down at your right leg. "Meh. That's nothin'."
"Are you shitting me right now."
"No?"
"Mkay, you're coming with me." She grabbed you and draped your arm over her shoulder, the close contact made you shiver. She was hot, nothing else to it.
Finally, you limped your way into an abandoned building, nothing special but not unusable.
She sat you down on a bench and pulled a med kit out of a cupboard.
"This is going to sting a little." She poured alcohol on a wipe and pressed it over a wound on your cheek. You hissed in pain and she bit her lip with a sympathetic gaze.
Soon it was over and you were feeling better. Physically, not mentally.
Yelena could tell. She came over to you and sat down on the bench beside you.
"I know it's difficult, I went through the same thing." She whispered, rubbing your shoulder.
"I have no where to go." You mumbled, wiping away the tear that fell.
She stared at you. Then she pulled you into a hug, wrapping her arms around your waist. "You do now."