Purposeful Intentions-Yelena Belova x Reader

Secret Weapon #6

103 days.
103 days of tracking and saving widows. Even after all that time they were still only halfway through the list obtained from Natasha. Yelena didn't mind though, she enjoyed freeing the other woman, or so she kept telling herself. It has nothing to do with having something to occupy her every waking thought. Nothing to do with that at all.

Yelena had been in charge from day one and worked hard to prove it wasn't the wrong decision. It wasn't like there was a vote, or that she fought someone to the death for the position. It's just when that first group of women stepped onto the plane after the Red Room finally fell, they all turned to her. From that point on she cradled to the responsibility, in fear that if she let go she'd be left with nothing.

The operation had finally reached a point that they had branches of widows across the globe, known to the network as factions. Each faction ran under the charge of someone appointed by Yelena and they each worked to save women located in their region. It was going well, and they were saving widows now at a rate they never imagined.

It was still hard. Seeing these widows wake up from their own personal hell day in and day out, never knowing the state they "went under". Not knowing how many years of their lives they were forced to miss. Some awoke in tears of joy and open arms for the team sent to rescue them; while others awoke full of distrust and speculation.

Those saves were the hardest for Yelena, as they often brought up things she could not control or understand. She understood why their immediate reaction is not that of joy but of despair. The same reaction she had as the red cleared her eyes and she turned to see Oksana bleeding out in the street by her hand.

Yes, the freedom of autonomy itself brought good feelings, but then what was she left with. What was the point of freedom without purpose?

She didn't speak her uncomfortable feelings in fear she be viewed ignorant or ungrateful. She was a leader to this growing group of people, and a strong leader did not lead with feelings.

Unfortunately, while most children spend time growing up learning the difference between right and wrong, Yelena's childhood consisted of strong and weak. And Yelena had never been one to be labeled weak.

Each faction of widows had a leader that was responsible for reporting back to Yelena who then traveled to where she was most needed. She hadn't spent much time in North America as Natasha, with the help of Wanda and Kate, pretty much had that on lock.

Most of her time was still spent in Russia, as it harbored the largest population of subjugated widows. It didn't hurt that one of her closest companions Sonya was in charge of this region either.

In fact, Yelena was currently on her way there as Sonya had called her in for an urgent matter. Unfortunately she had given Yelena no details over the phone and it left her stomach rolling and her mind uncontrollable. Images of injured or even dead widows, Drekovs army invading the faction, Drekov himself walking through. As her mind flashed thought after thought through her head she felt her breathing become labored.

"Come on Yelena" she spat , "now is not the fucking time. Sonya said everything was fine, they just need input." Thinking back to Sonya's level demeanor during the video call Yelena was able to calm her breathing down. It also helped that her touch down was only 47 minutes out and she would soon be filled in.

While Yelena didn't spend the rest of the flight in a near panic, she still couldn't stop herself from wondering what Sonya may need. Usually when she came to this faction it wasn't because she was called, but because she felt Sonya and Antonia shouldn't be responsible for the largest section of the list on their own.

As she touched down she could see Sonya standing of to the side of the platform. Yelena having spent the entire flight contemplating the reason for her call, wasted no time in hopping out of the aircraft and making her way off the platform towards Sonya.