#widow wives

So according to this, Natasha and Yelena are the exact same height. But I am always a sucker for height differences and honestly, I always headcanon Natasha as being about four inches shorter than Yelena.

Take a look at Natasha’s vest in Infinity War. Now take a look at Yelena’s vest in the black widow trailer/poster. Now back to Nat in Infinity War. Back to Lena in the trailer. Notice it’s the same one? Good! This day is all about that vest! How did Natasha get it? What are its origins? Is it Yelena’s and Natasha took it? Or is it Natasha’s and Yelena took it? You decide!

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Prompt fill for day 2 of Widow Wives Week

Word count: 386

Warnings: none

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“Did you really think it was me?” Yelena asks, seemingly out of nowhere.

They’re sitting in Tony’s lab, waiting for him to return with something that would hopefully restore Natasha’s memories. Anya is safely locked away, kept under close supervision by Bucky’s people.

“Who?” Natasha inquires, her brow creasing in confusion.

“The clone. When you saw that clone of yourself. Did you think it was me?” The blonde elaborates, playing with her widow bites, a nervous tick they both picked up.

Natasha sighs, watching her. “The possibility certainly crossed my mind. It wouldn’t have surprised me”

It wouldn’t have surprised Yelena either, if she were being completely honest with herself.

Natasha had taken everything from her when she switched their bodies. Stripped her of everything she was, forced her to realize that her entire identity meant nothing. And Yelena had despised her for it. Spent years swearing her revenge on the older woman.

But as she grew older, matured, experienced the real world instead of what the Red Room brainwashed her into believing...she realized there might be some truth in Romanoff’s lesson.

She is the black widow. She’s been the black widow ever since the day she killed Petra. But more importantly, she’s Yelena Belova. Master spy, highly skilled, defector of the Red Room...so many things. She’s unique, her own person. Something the Red Room had never wanted her to be.

“James says he found you killing Hydra agents after I died” Natasha comments nonchalantly, snapping Yelena out of her thoughts.

“Someone had to do it” The blonde replies dismissively, looking anywhere but at the woman in front of her.

“Little one” Natasha murmurs, catching her hand and squeezing it lightly. “I’m proud of you. You’ve grown so much since we first met”

“I’m still taller” Yelena protests weakly, sighing. “I’m not like you. I don’t want to save the world. When I do something, it’s for myself, not for anyone else. I’m selfish”

A smile graces Natasha’s lips, and she stroked the younger girl’s hair away from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead.