Purposeful Intentions-Yelena Belova x Reader

New Guest

"Where the fuck is he?"

The anger in their new guest's demeanor immediately put Yelena on edge. She was jittery, having jumped from one extreme emotion to the next. She pushed it aside and stepped into the entrance way.

She could only come up with one person that'd be smart enough, and dumb enough, to make it to their front door.

"I'd say nice to meet you JJ, but the feeling doesn't feel mutual." Yelena kept her back straight and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared down the blonde, she was in the mood to fight fire with fire.

"I'm not here for any of you. Even though you, you I've heard a lot about. I know he's here and he owes me a conversation." JJ spat, standing toe to toe with Yelena. The comment settled uncomfortably with her as she responded,

"Well you're too late for dinner, but your appearance just cleared tomorrow's calendar. Follow me." Yelena could see her calm demeanor put JJ on edge and she felt proud. She turned her back to the door and started walking, aware JJ wouldn't try anything until she got what she came for. "Weapons stay here."

Yelena gestured for Clarke to start confiscating JJ's weapons. They eyed each other and Yelena forced herself to appear almost bored. She found enjoyment in pissing the new blonde off, realizing she was not a fan. It quickly started to backfire as JJ made it her new goal to start upsetting everyone around.

"She's clear." Clarke stated, stepping to the side.

The group froze as JJ reached for her collar and pulled her nose to nose. "Next time buy me a drink first cutie." JJ pressed a light kiss to Clarke's forehead and giggled as she shoved her backwards. Kate was quick to throw out an arm to prevent Lexa from taking a swing.

"Fuck you." Clarke shot back, pushing JJ with both arms causing her to stumble towards Yelena.

Before Yelena let her anger take over she turned and kept walking. She could hear quite a few footsteps follow behind her, not to mention JJ's sinister laugh down the corridor.

Yelena waved the widow guarding the conference room away and reached for her keys. She watched as JJ stopped laughing and noticed Y/N was being guarded, locked in. She didn't ask Yelena about it, just huffed impatiently as she unlatched the door.

Yelena stepped in first, a message to JJ that their meeting wouldn't be held alone. Y/N stood in the center of the room and his face remained unreadable as JJ crossed the threshold next. Yelena watched them stare at each other for a moment, the other widows long forgotten.

She felt her anger return. She didn't know why, but seeing them together sent her body into overdrive. She hated JJ, hated that she interrupted them, and hated that the two people in front of her had a past. She'd never felt such a deep aching sensation in her chest, but she stayed a few feet away and remained calm on the outside.

It was JJ who broke first.

She stepped closer to him and Yelena couldn't help be reminded of a predator stalking it's prey. She spoke in a whisper at the beginning, Yelena couldn't make it out from across the room, but she watched Y/N's face crumple. She got even closer to him and Yelena could see that her body was shaking, that her fingers had curled into fists.

"It's all your fault." Was all Yelena made out before JJ's arm cocked back and she landed a sickening punch to the side of his face. Yelena felt an arm infront of her, keeping her from stepping in. The look on Natasha's face told her to not interfere. JJ punched him again.

Yelena flinched. He wasn't fighting back, he didn't even put his hands up to block his face.

There was blood dripping onto his shirt, JJ shoved him forcefully to the ground and straddled his waist.