Emerald Eyes (Male Reader)

Chapter 5: (Third Person)

Chapter 5: (Third Person)

A/N: I just want to say that Emerald Eyes will be on a pause for a little while, I have decided on an endgame and I'm brain storming endings and future elements to the story. I hope you all enjoy this and just know I'm not done, just taking a small break.

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As Y/N walked in the line of men cladded in all black armour he began to look for a way out of the line. Discreetly slipping down a side hallway He heard a small voice in his ear. "Y/N... I need you to help Yelena, can do you that?" this voice was a very calming one that didn't seem to be in a rush. He whispered a response and listened to her. "When you hear medical equipment you know you're in the right place" He felt himself let out a small huff of hair with a smile under his mask as he began to search the nearby rooms.

Within a few moments, he was greeted by borage of fluorescent lights that hit his eyes like a slap in the face. As he saw the way that Yelena was now releasing herself from the straps that held her down. He rushed over to her and within seconds she threw a small blade in his direction. Dodging it in the knick of time he turned back to her and found her barreling towards him with a terrifying glare that could rival Natashas. Grabbing her hand as she went to strike him and she quickly kicked out his knee and he knelt down to the ground. As she went to hit him once again he struggled to rip off his helmet and stop this fight. "Yelena! Jesu-" she strikes him which causes the helmet to go flying and his face hits the cold floor.

"Ooooh... shit, are you dead?" her accent is thick and slightly muffles her words in his ears. She nudges his side with her foot and attempts to roll him over. She can see the slight trickle of blood that spills from his mouth.

He groans as she looks at him. "I feel like if I was it would be better at this point" closing his eyes he feels two hands grip his arms and tug him up.

"Up now you big baby" she rolls her eyes as he struggles to stand up.

"I've been used as a punching bag the last few days..." he opened his eyes and looked down to pick up his helmet and found a small puddle of blood and wipes around his mouth "for fucks sake, I just had a dental inspection" he mutters a few curses under his breath as he follows Yelena around the poorly decorated makeshift hospital room. She spoke into the earpiece she had and directed him to help her find the cold storage.

After he heard glass shatter his head whipped around and he saw her reaching into the freezer and producing a bundle of red vials. "There's a handle..." he says in an exasperated tone.

She shrugs at his words "not as fun" She begins to leave the room and ushers him down the halls. Yelena seemed to attempt conversation as the two made their way around to expose the other widows. "So, you died? And now you're an asshole?... seems stupid" she could not see his face under the helmet but he found himself with an offended expression.

"That's a very reductive take on it, Leviathan helped me come to terms with my feelings. They showed me the truth" he held his weapon up as he checked the hallway to their right.

"Why are you using a gun? Can't you shoot fire like a dragon" he sighed and lowered his weapon. His thoughts mainly consisted of questioning why Val wanted her and also the fact that she was completely right about that. "I- just shut up, where are the widows?" she smirked at him and motioned for a door that had red lights blaring from it.

"I'll guess they were here..." she smacked him over the head and rushed to the wall of dangerous weapons, grabbing a grenade she rushed out of the room. Y/N quickly joined her as she ran through the building. As he rushed alongside her the two of them came across a horrifying sight, Natasha was being heavily beaten by a swarm of widows. Y/N acted as fast as he could and sprouted small bursts of fire above the widows, as Yelena tossed a vial high into the air and fired at it spreading the nerve agent across the room. Once the punches towards Nat yielded he threw his helmet off and rushed to her side, he began rapidly checking her, his hands on her cheeks and eyes filled with concern. He attempted to get her attention on him as she looked dazed and around the room. "Natty, hey- hey I'm here..." he pulled her into a hug and as he stood up with her she leaned her weight on him, his hand on her waist and his eyes cautiously watching the newly freed widows.