The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 102 - Noughts and Crosses

Eleanor gave Nat one final big squeeze with her head tucked into the crook of her neck before she pulled away at the sound of Yelena struggling to wrap a piece of cloth around her wounded arm whilst lying on the metal flooring. Eleanor's lips twitched downwards at the sight of her sister-in-law struggling and in pain, so she promptly and uncomfortably shuffled forward on her knees. As soon as Eleanor was in the blonde's eyeline she tensed up, something that was reminiscent of when she had first met Nat, even when they knew that they were friends she would still sometimes tense up if Eleanor appeared unexpectedly. So, the young woman knew exactly how to go about the situation.

"Sorry", she winced and held her hands up so that Yelena could see her entirely, "I just wanna tighten that, is that okay?". Yelena eyed her up and down with a raised brow whilst she was trying not to show how she was in pain and did in fact need help. She didn't respond to her, and instead, after a few moments of a staring contest lowered her arms and looked up at the ceiling.

"I'll just be a second", Eleanor reassured with a small smile that Yelena couldn't see as she was looking at anything but the woman in front of her.

She undid and repositioned the cloth before tightening it a decent amount, "All done", she smiled whilst leaning back on the heels of her feet and holding out a hand for Yelena to take. However, she simply rolled her eyes and sat up, ignoring Eleanor's gesture.

She turned to face her wife with an awkward tight-lipped smile and saw that Nat's jaw was already clenching at the cold shoulder action from her sister, but when Eleanor lightly shook her head and moved to sit next to her, Nat pushed it out of her mind and placed a kiss on her shoulder before wrapping an arm around her waist.

"You okay?", Nat faced her sister who had just gotten herself comfortable sitting up after diligently checking that Eleanor could in fact tie a knot correctly.

Yelena turned to Nat with a head tilt, one that made Eleanor internally grimace, "Yeah. Great plan, I love the part where I almost bled to death". Eleanor sighed slightly and laid her head on Natasha's shoulder who tightened her grip around the younger woman's waist. "This is cosy", Yelena continued after a few beats of looking around the ventilation system. It was a rather large one but not one that you would want to be in for too long.

"Barton and I spent two days hiding out up here", Natasha replied simply, the mood dampened by the events of the entire day. It was hard to believe that it was that morning that they had gotten off the train, to Eleanor it had felt like at least a week since the armed attacker had found them in Norway, but it was only a couple of days prior.

The younger woman in her wife's arms looked around and spotted the noughts and crosses and hangman games that had been etched into the walls and a small smile flitted across her face at old memories, "Oh this is the grand castle?", Eleanor smirked and looked up at Nat who was already looking at her as she shook her head, an amused light shining through her eyes. "Where Barton got pissed because you were a noughts and crosses expert?".

Nat chuckled and looked at the games too, both women missing the longing look that Yelena sent them, but after a few moments Nat got her head back in the game, "Who the hell is that guy?". Eleanor would quite like to know the answer to that too, after being attacked by them twice she wanted to at least know their identity.

"Dreykov's special project", Yelena said in the most monotonous voice that Eleanor had ever heard. "He can mimic anyone he's ever seen, it's like fighting a mirror". It was at this moment that Nat seemed to get more agitated with everything coming to light as she started pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head, Eleanor wobbling slightly with the momentum.

"Dreykov only deploys him for top-priority missions", Yelena continued, which made Eleanor frown, she thought that there had maybe been a small army of these attackers, like a regiment, but no, there was only one for top-priority? Eleanor knew that those vials were important, but with running around all over the place trying to keep their asses from being murdered, she hadn't comprehended just how high they were on the 'Being Hunted Down By General Dickface' list.