Purposeful Intentions-Yelena Belova x Reader

It's Complicated

She stared at the ceiling, knowing no matter how much she wanted it, sleep would not find her. He lied for a reason, she thought as she tugged on the closest pair of shoes, and she needed to know why.

The way he was already out of bed, pacing the cell when she got there confirmed any suspicion she still held. Neither of them said anything as she stepped in and opened his door before retreating to her normal seat. It only took a few seconds for him to wordlessly take his spot across the table.

"You lied to me." She forced him to hold eye contact.

"I lied to her." He responded, keeping his hands clasped in his lap.

"Semantics."

He couldn't come up with a quick retort apparently, as he sat there silently staring back.

"Gonna shut me out now too?" Yelena shot out, but in reality couldn't stand the thought. She enjoyed most of the moments they'd spent together, and wasn't ready for them to abruptly stop.

He took a large breath in and she took a moment to study him. The darkness around his eyes could have beaten even hers in a contest. His cheeks had lost volume causing his face to slightly sink in, giving him a gaunt appearance. He'd been eating right? She fought the urge to reach out.

"Is that really what they think of me?" He finally uttered as his gaze dropped to the table.

It only took her a second to understand what he was talking about. Natasha's assumptions seemed to have taken root in his mind. The assumption that he was a predator.

She couldn't stop herself from picking at her thumb nail as she responded, "Honestly. I don't know what they all think. But I know it's not what I think, and it's not what Clarke knows."

His face shot up, eyes shocked. He shrugged at her before visibly relaxing, neither confirming nor denying.

She decided to try again as he stared at her, obviously not willing to start another conversation.

"You know her." She tested the waters as she slid the clearest photo she could find across the table. He didn't look down, but Yelena could see the muscles in the forearms start to twitch.

"What does it matter? She minds her business, and you guys mind yours."

"That wasn't an answer."

"Answer me first. Why? I thought you guys were in the business of rescuing widows? She is neither a widow, or in need of rescuing. So, why?" He leaned back in his chair. Was he trying to protect her?

Yelena decided that if she wanted the truth from him, it was probably best to give him the same. "Some members of the team believe she has crossed paths a little too many times to be a coincidence. They know killing all those men and destroying the facility doesn't equate to safety. They're scared, and they're ready to question anyone if it may ease their stress."

"Well let me clear up their stress. She wouldn't hurt any of you guys." He shot out answers like it was all so simple.

"She's been caught tracking widows Y/N. They aren't gonna just take your word for it." He seemed to be suprised at her response, and leaned up in his chair.

"No. Now you're lying." His hand hit the table. There was no doubt he was starting to get angry as he pushed air through his nose.

It was dawning on Yelena just how little she knew about the guy in front of her. She started to feel anxious as she realized she didn't know how to proceed.

Her defenses shot up in the face of the unpredictable, but she tried to stay calm, "I'm not. I've never lied to you. They're going to find her. Whether they do it in a friendly manner or not could be entirely up to you."