#whistlewidow

It had been several weeks since she had last properly talked to the other woman. As much as she wanted to deny it, she had been avoiding her and perhaps not even for the best reasons. Of course, this could have never lasted forever and eventually, she ran into the other woman once more. Before she had the chance to rush away, the younger woman grabbed her arm, keeping her from running.

"You can't just keep avoiding me!" Yelena ( @whistlewidow ) told her and Ravenna didn't miss the tone of anger in her voice. Not used to being confronted like that, the older woman grew defensive. "And why not? Are you trying to tell me what to do?" She frowned, looking down at Yelena. "You do not command me!"

Finding him hadn’t been hard, he’s a massive man, there was only so many places he could be and still, she approached quietly. Slipping into bed behind him, her front to his back, arms wind around him, drawing him close as she presses a kiss to his shoulder while whispering, “you can fall apart with me. I’ll keep you safe.” (You choose the verse 💚)

Andrei wasn't one to hide, it was hard to given his size. But he wasn't trying to in the first place. Even if he hadn't been around much earlier, having spent the day out by the grave and the woods in an effort to feel close to his father. It had been about a year since his death and even if things had slightly improved since then, he had been through a lot in the process too but in the end there had been one constant in that year. It had come from someone he hadn't expected at the start, the woman who had killed his father due to his inability to control himself. Sure, he had blamed her at first, how could he not? But deep down he know it was his, part of how they eventually got to the point of being better. And now they were somewhere in their relationship that he hadn't seen coming. They had started back to how they had been when they met and then some. There was more a relationship there that hadn't been before, one where he found comfort in her touch after wanting to be no where near it. They only had each other in the end and maybe that was what aided them growing close, aside from his capture.

His father had known something then, known they would need each other and were already connected in a way neither seemed ready to admit until almost losing one another. And it only reminded him, as he thought on it, how much he missed and still needed his father in life. The anniversary making him retreat into himself, only returning later in the day without so much as a word. A shower and then crawling into bed where he could just lay in a comfortable position as he mourned. He heard her coming before she walked in, smelled her even and it brought some form of comfort to the Romanian. There's a deep breath he takes in when he feels the bed dip in her weight, letting it out slowly when she wraps her arms around him. He hadn't expected her to know, to remember, but she must have sensed how heavy his attitude had been. His jaw tenses, feeling her against him. Her words hit home, causing eyes to squeeze shut as he takes in a shaky breath as a tears start to silently fall from his eyes.

The very first Valentine’s Day that they’d known one another, Yelena had hoped that Harwin would ask her to be his Valentine, but when it didn’t happen, she just left it alone. All these years later, they finally crossed that line and were celebrating the day their own way. At least, they will once Yelena wakes her boyfriend up. Snuggling closer, the nurse traces his face them thumbs his lips before leaning in to press a kiss to his sleepy lips. “ Good morning, babe. Happy Valentine’s Day.”      &* biker/nurse verse~

This day in the past hadn’t been the kindest. After all, he hadn’t acted upon his feelings years ago, but this year was different. She knew how he felt now and she laid beside him on their bed. Aside from that, he had a present for her waiting on the table in the kitchen. It sat there in a box next to a vase full of roses, inside was a locket with the the coordinates of their special spot. It had been their meeting place since they were kids, it felt like this would be the appropriate gift even if she would never forget. But for now, he lay sleeping beside her in the bed. That was until he felt her stir awake. She snuggles close and on reflex he wraps his arms around her tightly. It brings a sleepy smile to his lips, feeling her touch against them. He is waking up, the kiss that followed bringing more to the moment than just her touch alone. His grin widens when she pulls away. His eyes slowly flutter open to meet her looking back at him. “Good morning.” He says back, his voice still dripping with sleep. “And Happy Valentine’s Day.” He pulls her closer, not that they weren’t already enough, and places once more slow and soft kiss to her lips. “Now that is a way to wake up.” Harwin added, pressing his forehead to her’s. 

“Yelena.” Natasha grumbled as she searched through her sister’s cupboards. She was elbow-deep and still couldn’t find the can of soup that was allegedly in there. Another one of those godforsaken blue boxes fell out of the cupboard and she huffed. “What the hell is up with all of this macaroni?” As annoyed as she sounded, there was a laugh that came from her as she looked over at the blonde from her vantage point atop the step stool. “You know, if you eat too much of that Kraft dust you’ll turn orange.”

it   was   meant   to   be   a   surprise   for   her   that   he   finished   putting   in   the   last   of   the   furniture   to   the   bedroom   .   until   now   they   had   just   slept   on   the   mattress   on   the   floor   and   their   clothes   were   still   piled   in   boxes   .   other   rooms   had   had   more   priority   –   KITCHEN   AND   BATHROOM   as   well   as   the   living   space   needed   to   be   put   together   first   .   they   spent   the   most   time   there   .   ᵃᶰᵈ   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵇᵃᵇʸ’ˢ   ʳᵒᵒᵐ   .   it   wouldn’t   be   a   lot   longer   until   they’d   welcome   it   into   their   life   and   steve   would   have   liked   to   have   the   house   in   one   piece   by   then   .   but   today   he   just   hadn’t   managed   .   the   lamp   still   needed   to   be   attached   and   the   two   nightstands   needed   to   be   put   together   before   they   COULD   FIND   THEIR   PLACE   .   the   wardrobe   in   one   piece   but   the   clothes   still   sitting   in   boxes   in   front   of   it   .   still   a   lot   to   do   until   the   room   was   done   even   though   ʰᵉ   ʰᵃᵈ   ᵃᶤᵐᵉᵈ   ᵗᵒ   ᵇᵉ   ᶠᶤᶰᶤˢʰᵉᵈ   by   the   time   she   returned   home   .   “   hey   .   “   he   turns   his   head   over   his   shoulder   for   a   second   ,   just   pushing   THE   LAST   DRAWER   into   the   dresser   .   “   i   didn’t   expect   you   so   soon   .   “   dirty   blond   wipes   hands   on   jeans   which   had   seen   better   days   probably   .   approaches   girlfriend   to   place   a   kiss   on   top   of   her   head   ,   palm   gently   running   over   her   stomach   .   

ocean   eyes   gaze   into   the   half   finished   bedroom   .   “   guess   it’s   not   much   of   a   surprise   like   this   .   at   least   not   a   pleasant   one   .   “   CORNER   OF   HIS   MOUTH   wanders   up   .   ʰᵉ   ᵈᶤᵈᶰ’ᵗ   ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ   ʷᵃᶰᵗ   ʰᵉʳ   ᵗᵒ   ʰᵉˡᵖ   .   not   because   yelena   wasn’t   capable   of   it   .   steve   knew   she   was   .   but   she   was   pregnant   .   and   he   didn’t   want   to   put   any   work   on   her   .   “   you   know   what   would   be   the   greatest   help   right   now   ?   IF   YOU   FIXED   US   SOME   COFFEE   and   you   sat   on   the   bed   and   just   ...   gave   me   some   company   ?   “   tries   talking   her   out   of   working   ʷᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ   ˢᵃʸᶤᶰᵍ   ˢᵒ   ᵈᶤʳᵉᶜᵗˡʸ   .   steve   was   almost   certain   that’d   annoy   the   hell   out   of   her   .

@whistlewidow​ asked: “ it’s my ankle. i heard something pop. oh, fuck!” ( &* andrei boxer/dancer verse ) // MEME ( Always Accepting )

They had been sparring, well not entirely. More like training for her to learn to defend herself. She had been mugged and he wasn’t there to do anything about it, that bothered him to no end. So, the two decided he would teach her a thing or two about defending herself with a few boxing lessons. He started her off slow, knowing where to begin due to his own experience when being trained. Though, he was more lenient and less harsh than his father had been. Her footwork was what they had been working on while he was slowly speeding up punches in her direction for her to dodge and weave between. However, he may have gotten a bit too into the zone. He was so used to fighting, training, not being the coach himself and only her shout of pain could bring him out of it. 

Did he hit her too hard that she misstepped? That was the only thing he could think of and his brow furrowed in worry and guilt as he reached out for her at first but quickly jerked back. Andrei had hurt her, he had done this. His touch wasn’t meant to be gentle and he knew that, he was meant to hurt others. It was his job, his livelihood. And he had hurt the one person he never wanted to yet there she sat on the mat of the ring in pain. He couldn’t find words but it seemed his father had heard the shouts from the small office used in the gym for bookings. He came rushing out and saw Andrei stunned in the ring with Yelena on the mat, making him charge into the ring and yelling for someone to call for a trainer. At his father’s commanding voice, several trainers came rushing over to work on Yelena while he stood up to Andrei and shoved him.