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Yelena laughed at the film along with Kate in their now shared apartment, Pizza Dog lying over their laps as always. This could be a tradition they could get used to; lounging and watching films for their anniversary. This night marks one year of their being together. One year of pure bliss and adventure. As the credits started to roll Yelena shut off the television, leaving the lights in a room behind them dimly lighting their surroundings. Yelena let out a satisfied giggle.

“That was so good, Kate Bishop,” she said to Kate with her contagious smile.

“Uh…yeah,” Kate said back with a nervous chuckle.

“What is it, you did not like the film, Kate?” she questioned.

“No-No! It’s not that. It’s just-It’s-” Kate stammered.

“It’s just what?” Yelena responded, her smile less prominent.

“You know what, never mind,” Kate nervously chuckled, “It’s nothing.”

“UGHHH! Come on, Kate Bishop! You can’t do that to me! Not fair, even Mr. Pizza Dog agrees, right, Lucky?” Yelena looks down at him and he licks her hand. “See! Exactly. Now spill all of the beans.”

Kate glanced down at Lucky and then back at her beloved girlfriend. “I love you,” she finally blurted out. “...I love you..”

“Yelena! Yelena-”

Yelena wakes up to her sister standing in the doorway of their apartment, looking quite annoyed. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

“Late to the breakfast that we physically can’t be late to?” Yelena responded as she sat up.

“You know what I mean, Lena. We leave in ten,” Nat said as she was already headed out of the room.

Yelena sighed and ran her hand down her face. Not a night goes by that she does not dream of Kate, her Kate. She is so angry at herself that she got scared off by three words. Those three words changed her life. Why couldn’t she just accept Kate’s love and be true back to her? Kate has shown her so much happiness and joy that she never even imagined that she could have, that any black widow could have. That was three years ago and it still haunts her dreams nightly.

She stood up and moved around the cardboard box maze that is her room. Nat and Yelena recently moved yet again, and this time just to the other side of the city. This time Briarwood in Queens. Before their last apartment, they were in Portland, Oregon. Nat insisted on coming back to New York City, so Yelena just agreed thinking it would be easier than explaining that it would cause her nerves to spike with her past relationship with Kate. Yelena never spoke of their year-long relationship, but Nat could obviously piece everything together.

She half walks and half stumbles into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth quickly. After she is done with that she grabs a simple outfit to put on for breakfast, mom jeans, and a loose white button up, she pulls her hair back into a bun and hurries out of her room.

“Took you long enough,” Nat jokes.

“You’re quite vexing, you know that, right?”

“Of course, but even if I forgot I’d have to here to remind me.”

Yelena smiled at her comeback as she grabbed her phone to put it into her pocket. Nat opens the door for her and they walk out, locking it and heading down the stairwell.

They make it to their new go-to breakfast restaurant. It has great coffee and even better pastries. Yelena and Nat walk in; Yelena immediately moves to save their favorite table in the corner of the cafe’ against the window.

While Nat waits in line for their orders: herself a vanilla latte and a chocolate croissant, Yelena a cappuccino and a cream cheese danish; she admires the familiarity of the place. The soft green walls, the shelves of gameboards to borrow, the light brown door, and cream-colored tables.

Nat carefully walks over to their self-designated table once she receives them.

“You got the last danish. Why are you always so lucky?” Nat states as she sets Yelena’s cappuccino and danish in front of her.

Yelena lightly chuckled, “If only you knew, my sister. Maybe about these types of things, but other situations, not.”

Nat took a sip of her latte, “Am I supposed to know what this is- Is this about Kate?”

Yelena shrugs and takes a bite of her cream cheese danish.

“It is!” Nat sets down her drink. “You still never told me what happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

Nat lifts a brow.

“What?! Nothing happened. Even if something did, it is definitely not your business.”

“Mhmm,” she smiles at Yelena’s defensive response.

“Fine, Fine! Something happened.” Yelena takes another drink.

“And that is…” Nat pushes.

Yelena took a deep breath and then looked her sister in the eye. “Kate Bishop confessed her love to me…And I got scared, okay? I didn’t know what to do, that has never happened to me. It was the first time I felt something so deeply for someone; being a widow doesn’t really allow that, as you know,” she motions between them. “I just freaked out and ran.” Everything just came out in one big jumble of words.

Nat obviously had a rough idea as to what happened between the two of them, but she never knew the exact details. “Alright…” Nate thought carefully of her next words. “And you think that was the best option? You didn’t think to maybe express that? That the Red Room messed you up and now you’re afraid of letting someone love you? I’m sure she would have understood.”

Yelena shrugs, “I know it probably wasn’t the best reaction. But I just got so scared, Nat! Out of everything that is the one thing I didn’t want to ruin, but I obviously ruined it anyways if you couldn’t tell.”

“Maybe she still loves you. Has she tried to make contact?”

Yelena stayed quiet.

“So she has,” Nat responded. “And you haven’t responded because? Please don’t tell me you completely ghosted her.”

“...Black Widows are good at disappearing,” is her only response.

“Yelena!” Nat sighs and glances around the cafe to make sure she wasn’t too loud. “You need to fix it. Does she still live in the same place?”

Yelena nodded, “She loves that place. You know I had to go out and get her more cutlery, she only had enough for one person…” By the end of the sentence, Yelena’s composure was a bit more somber.

Nat decided to change the subject, “Wanna play a game of chess? Even though everyone knows that you’ll beat me.”

After many rounds of chess, and Yelena winning every single one; they left their table and headed outside of the cafe.

The sisters head back to their new apartment with the plan to unpack the kitchen together and then their separate rooms.

Yelena opens the door for Nat and walks in after, closing the door behind her.

“I’ll get the speaker,” Yelena immediately began as she locked the door and started to take off her shoes.

“You know music isn’t required to unpack every place we unpack at.”

Yelena scoffs, offended. “Are you serious?! It is SO fun to jam! You’re just jealous you can’t make the same kick-ass playlists as me.”

“Mhmm,” Nat drawls out.

“Cyka!” Yelena scoffed and laughed.

Nat laughed along with her sister, “Go ahead and put it on.” Nat took off her shoes and walked into their open apartment.

Once you walk in past the entrance hallway there’s another hallway to the left with doors on either side. The door on the left is Nat’s bedroom and Yelena’s on the right. Leaving the hallway, there’s an open room for a living area and a dining room. The kitchen is against the wall directly walking into their apartment from the entrance hall.

Yelena excitedly connected her phone to their Bluetooth speaker and put on her designated unpacking playlist.

They both occasionally sang along to the lyrics together, using whatever appliance was in their hands at that moment as a microphone. Yelena definitely was the dancing-along type and Nat was more the watcher.

Once they finished unpacking the kitchen boxes they both headed into their rooms.

Yelena shut her door and sighed examining the room before her, planning out what to do first. She decided on unpacking the rest of her clothes and neatly organizing them between her closet and dresser. After that was done she folded all of the cardboard boxes and placed them at the back of her closet for the next place they decided to adventure to. She looked back at the pile of boxes in the corner of her room, most of them being books. After Yelena was “freed” and she and Nat took down Dreykov.

Yelena sat down on her bed and sighed, eventually lying back with her knees bent and legs dangling over the bed. Yelena turned on a more somber playlist to try and relax her thoughts better. Of course it didn’t work, nothing worked when she tried to stop thinking of Kate. She wants-no needs to do something, but she doesn’t know exactly what. She quickly got up from the bed and began to plan it out in her head.

After pacing back and forth in her room for over two hours Yelena finally decided on her plan. She was going to stop by Kate’s apartment and tell her that she loves her. But she can’t just show up after three years. Wow. Has it already been that long? She is going to get Kate some purple bellflowers, her favorite, and get Pizza Dog obviously something as well.

Yelena grabbed her jean jack and put it on, grabbing her wallet and set of keys as well. She knocked on Nat’s door. “Hey! I’m going out to get some things, I’ll be back later.”

“Alright,” Nat’s muffled voice came from inside her room. “Pick me up some ice cream while you’re out.”

She headed outside their apartment, down the hall to the stairwell, and started descending to the exit. She exits their apartment building and walks down the street to one of the many outside markets looking for the flowers and anything else that catches her eye. She firstly, of course, stopped at Miss Li’s booth for fruits and flowers.

“Hello, Yelena,” she smiled “It’s so wonderful to see you! Come for anything in particular?”

“Hi, Miss Li! Yes, actually. Do you have any purple bellflowers?”

She smiled. “Of course I do, you get them so often I make sure to have them for you.” Miss Li began getting the bouquet of flowers together for her.

These flowers have always reminded her of Kate since they began talking to each other. Even once they broke up she made it a point to continue to buy these flowers to brighten up her day; remembering adventures that they’d go on together and how she would buy a new bouquet of purple bellflowers for Kate every week. She still made sure to stop by when she could, even when Nat and Yelena moved thousands of miles away to get them from Miss Li.

Yelena paid for the bouquet and kept walking to get something for Lucky. She stumbled upon a new mini pet-friendly bakery and got him a cute puppy dessert. She sighed, nerves starting to get to her. She can’t run away and hide any longer, it’s been enough. Yelena never believed in the whole soulmate cliche until she met Kate Bishop.

About two blocks away from her former lover’s apartment she spotted a pizza place with a pizza merch stand set up outside of it to attract more customers. She caught a glimpse of a mini pizza keychain and immediately purchased it.

She headed up to Kate’s place and stood outside of the doorway for a few minutes convincing herself that this is the right thing. She can do this. She will do this. She put her fist up to the door to knock but decided against it. That wasn’t very Yelena of her. But none of this is. She quietly unlocked the door (yes she kept the key that Kate gave her) and stepped into the entryway.

Yelena stands in the hallway with the purple bellflowers, a pizza keychain with her, and a puppy dessert for Lucky. Her heart was racing at what seemed to be a million miles an hour. She takes a big breath and starts to walk further into her former lover’s apartment when she notices her. A girl came out of the bathroom with a big smile on her face.

“You got the popcorn ready, Kate?”

Y/N got an alert on her phone while she was driving that someone had entered through the gate on her property. She is expecting her stylist today, but not until later in the afternoon. She drove through her gate a few minutes later, pulled in her usual parking spot and immediately recognized his car. Bucky. What is he doing here? She hadn’t received a text or call for him in a few days. She got out of her car, punched the code into the door, and walked inside. She closed the door behind her and kept her eyes peeled for her beloved friend.

If you were to ask any of Bucky or Y/N’s friends they’d say they are already dating - just without the title. If you were to keep asking their friends they’d tell you the both of them are too scared to be in a relationship.

“Bucky?” Y/N called, looking past the foyer of her house. “You better not be trying to scare me, I’ll put salt in your water.” Y/N joked.

“Out here doll face.” Bucky yelled from the backyard.

Y/N walked through her house out to her backyard. She smiled once she saw her dear friend in the pool. “Enjoying yourself?” Y/N questioned.

“Always.” Bucky replied as he got out of the water, droplets falling perfectly down his toned body. “You seem to be enjoying yourself as well.” Bucky added as he stood up out of the pool completely. Bucky walked over to one of the chairs lining the pool and picked up a small box and motioned toward it. “Found this in the kitchen. Strange place to keep cocaine if you ask me.”

Y/N sighed. “Bucky-” She reached for the box but Bucky pulled back.

“Is this like a thing? Because-”

“No.” Y/N interrupted Bucky. “It’s not a thing, I promise. Not frequent at least, just every so often. I’m not over indulging or anything.”

Bucky nodded and sat the box back down. “Better not be, or I’ll get one of my men to babysit you, doll.”

“...What made you show up today? Thought you were in Belgium for a few more weeks.” Y/N moved her gaze to his face instead of the box.

“You did.” Bucky waited for Y/N to make a response but she didn’t. “A little birdy told me that you haven’t been doing the best. I assume that’s where the cocaine comes in.”

“I’m okay there’s just a lot going on at the moment. You know how it goes.”

“I do.” Bucky replies. “I also know when I should reach out if everything starts to become too much.”

Y/N took off her hoodie and shorts, unveiling her bikini under them. She jumped into the pool, seemingly done with the current conversation. Bucky plopped in right after her, getting the message. If she doesn’t want to talk he could at least be in her company. Y/N went under the water and swam a lap around the pool, coming back up in front of Bucky, pushing her hair out of her face and catching her breath.

“Do you w-”

Bucky interrupted Y/N, swiftly moving in for a rough kiss, grabbing both sides of her face. Y/N squeaked in surprise. Bucky smirked and bit her lip, moving his hands down her body. He palmed her breasts through her top and continued to chew on her lip. He guided her to the wall of the pool so that he could have more leverage. Bucky pulled away briskly to untie Y/N’s bikini top and toss it into the water.

“Shit.” Y/N muttered as her phone began ringing. She started to pull away from her friend.

Bucky pulled her in closer. “I’m sure it can wait.”

“I’ve been expecting an important call for over a week now, I have to check, Buck.” She pried him off of her and got out of the pool to check her phone.

Bucky whistled as her breasts bounced with the motion of getting out of the pool. He quietly got out himself and headed to her. “Is it important?”

“No. Sorry, I just had to be sure cause if-”

Bucky picked Y/N up by her middle and carried her over to the patch of grass on the opposite side of the pool. “ Good.” Bucky placed her on the ground and immediately straddled her, his hard length pressing against her. He leaned over and began to suck on her right nipple.

Y/N let out a breath at the assault and arched her back, leaning her head to the side.

He pulled away after a few seconds. “I’m going to fuck you so good. Missed your perfect cunt, doll. You miss my dick as much? Probably been aching to be filled with me. Huh?” Bucky looked down at her and followed her glance to the ocean view on his right.

“Mhm.” Y/N barely got out passed her moan.

Bucky ran his arms up her body and lingered his hands at her throat. “Am I not a good enough view? Gotta look at the ocean? I bet the ocean can’t fill you like I can.” They both know that he doesn’t really mean this. Y/N gets flustered very easily and tries to hide it at moments. He kept one hand over her neck, beginning to tighten his grip as he slid down both of their bottoms.

Y/N shook her head the most she could and sucked in another breath.

“Great.” Bucky responded and began to stroke his length. “Can’t wait to feel you around me. Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, that sound good?” He let go of her throat.

“Y-Yes, that sounds perfect, sir. Please.”

Bucky bit his lip at the name and entered her entirely in one go.

“Fuck!” Y/N exclaimed at the sudden fullness and burning. Her walls immediately clenched around his length.

Bucky groaned and looked her face over to make sure he wasn’t pushing it. “Color?”

“So fucking green.” Y/N responded and blushed at him.

Bucky smirked in return, leaned down, and kissed her with utmost passion. He moved down her jaw and to her neck sucking hickeys as he went; taking his time so that she has time to adjust to him. They know each other's bodies so well that at the slightest difference in her movements he knew that she was ready. He kissed her one more time before pulling almost all of the wall out and slamming in once more.

Y/N moaned loudly and clenched her hands in the grass on her sides. Her pussy somehow gained more wetness to it than before.

Bucky set into a speedy rhythm, their moans, the ocean, and their bodies connecting being the only sounds. He sat up to get a better angle, deciding to wrap both of his hands around her throat as well. Her eyes filled with the utmost amount of lust. “You like that, doll?” He began to choke her and pound into her g-spot simultaneously.

Y/N keened at the new sensations, almost being too much. Damn. He really meant it when he said not being able to walk after.

He continued to pump in and out of her drenched cunt, not once faltering his pace. “You’re so fucking perfect, doll. Best pussy ever, I mean it. Your walls must be dripping gold.” Bucky sped his pace as he felt them both coming close to the edge. He tightened his grasp on her throat and made sure to hit her spot with every thrust.

Y/N reached her hands up, pulling them through Bucky’s hair. A particular tight pull unexpectedly sent Bucky over the edge, coating her walls with his cum. She clenched around him tightly, drawing every inch of his seed out of him. He let go of her throat and she came hard as she gasped for more air.

He continued to sloppily thrust to milk her as much as he could until she started to squirm with overstimulation. He slowly pulled out and layed on the grass next to her.

They both laid there in silence, catching their breaths and listening to the waves. They both looked over to the side as the sun started to set. Y/N reached over and held Bucky’s hand smiling to herself.

Bucky held her hand and glanced at her throat, slight bruising already beginning to form. She caught his eye and what he was looking at. Y/N blushed in remembrance of what had just happened a few moments ago. It’s hard to say who likes it more: Y/N being choked, or Bucky choking her.

Y/N sat up a few minutes later and slowly headed inside. “Round two in the shower?” She’ll definitely have trouble walking tomorrow morning.