"Revenge isn't the answer, you are not Cruella Devil."
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In which, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff take part in a friends to lovers trope.
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Started: 3rd February 2022.
Finished:
Word count: 22,188
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They were back at Clint's house now. His office is small and compacted. It's full of clutter and empty coffee cups.
He brings out a map for the upper floor of the castle. Yelena has no idea where he got it but she doesn't dare utter a word while she watches him fuss over finding a pen.
"So." He starts, uncapping the pen and leaning over the map. Yelena joins him. "Where do we start? You know the castle best, are there any vents that lead into his office?"
"From what I can recall the closest one is to the right of the door. I can try to distract him long enough for you to get a map. They should be in the back corner of the room in a filing cabinet. The key is in his back pocket. I can try to sneak it away from him or you can." Yelena explained grabbing the pen from Clint and circling the back corner of the room she also drew a line to where the vent gate should be.
Clint nodded and took the pen back. "So can I get into the vent system from your or Nats bedroom?" He asked, pointing to Yelena's room.
She tilted her head in question. She supposes he could, there is a vent in her room he could use but she isn't so certain about Natasha's.
"There's a vent in my room above my bookshelves. You could use that. You could sneak in through the window, I hope you can climb Clinton Barton."
Clint sighs - these nicknames just keep getting worse.
"For the last time Yelena, don't call me that." He stated as he circled Yelena's room and where the window would be situated.
They had a plan. Wonderful. Now they just had to execute it without flaw or they too would be screwed.
"Whatever you say Clintomus." Yelena teased. She was definitely just trying to annoy him - to be fair, Natasha would do the exact same thing.
Would that work? Sometimes.
God he misses her.
"You know it's okay to let down your guard around me right? I won't judge you or anything." He reassures, placing a gentle hand on Yelena's shoulder.
She smiled at him, tears pooling in her eyes. She nods at him.
He brought her into a hug, like an older brother would. Yelena buried her head into the crook of Clint's neck as she felt herself let out a shuttering breath.
This was the first time she had let her guard down long enough to actually process Natasha going missing.
They have no idea what's going on or whether she's safe. For all Yelena knew this could be a plot from her father to kill her sister. He could know that she's gay. And Yelena hasn't gotten any closure. She's so worried and doesn't even know how to process anything that was going on.
That's not even the extent that Yelena's current stress goes to.
So she is glad that Clint is being so comforting. He probably understands to an extent. The worries of where and what Natasha is doing, weighing on both of their shoulders.
"It's okay. I'm sure Natasha's fine, she's brave and can protect herself." Clint comforts.
Yelena nods and she is so thankful that he can be a safe space for her to actually process things.
Because Yelena's not sure that she would process things without Clint by her side right now, until it would all blow up in her face later.
So now, they have a plan and are going to get them out. Even if they get hurt in the process, because that's what Natasha would do.
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