🕷Widow Wives Week🕷

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Day 6: Valentine’s Day (once again a tad tardy to the party YEET)

>>> Paris est plus belle sous la pluie.

Their first Valentine’s day together, they’re on a mission in Paris with Ava and Alex and, though she’d deny it, Natasha actually forgot that it was Valentine’s day.

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Day 7: Soulmate AU

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>>> I’ve spent my days waiting for you, searching the crowds for your face. I stopped breathing the moment you recognized me, as you captured my soul with your gaze.

Everyone had a daemon. This was just as known as the sky being blue and grass growing green. To be without a daemon was like walking around without a head. Completely unnatural and not right.

Not everyone has a soulmate. 

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Day 4: Education AU (a tad tardy to the party)

>>> A Lesson In Love

Natasha is the geography teacher… Yelena is the chemistry teacher… Together, they study human anatomy.  You know what they say; what happens in the teacher’s lounge, stays in the teacher’s lounge.

“Not friends, not enemies. Just some strangers with some memories”

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.

Entry for Widow Wives Week day 1

Word Count: 601

Warnings: implied character death

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“You’re going to miss me”

Yelena’s voice is certain, and Natasha sighs, looking up at the younger girl. She’s standing in the doorway of their room, as if her smaller frame can block Natasha from leaving. But Steve needs her. She has to go back.

“Of course I’ll miss you” Natasha replies, crossing the room and pulling Yelena into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead. She feels the girl cling to her, even if she would never admit to it.

“You’ll get yourself killed, Natalia. Aliens...superheroes...that’s not what we were trained for. We’re spies. Assassins. Tools. We’re not meant to save the world”

Natasha smiles softly, pulling back to look at her, smoothing a piece of wavy blonde hair away from her face. “I’m glad you have so much faith in me” She teases, and Yelena looks away.

“No...it’s not that. I just...we have the super serum. But we’re not Captain America. It lets us reach peak human capability. It doesn’t give us super strength, or special powers, or a high tech suit. We’re still human. We can still die”

“Anyone can die” Natasha reminds her. “It’s just a matter of when, and how. I’d rather die protecting the world than watching it burn, knowing I could have saved it”

Yelena looks miserable, but doesn’t say anything. Just pulls her closer.

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When Natasha leaves, she takes Yelena’s vest.

The younger girl protests, standing in front of her as she tries to leave. “That’s my favorite vest, Nat” she complains, her lip pursed in agitation.

Natasha smiles innocently, kissing her forehead. “Exactly. I’ll miss you so much, I just need something to remember you by”

“Or you just like stealing my clothes” Yelena grumbles, rolling her eyes. “If there’s even the smallest bloodstain on it when you get back, I’ll kill you myself!” She calls after the redhead as she walks out the door.

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After the snap, Natasha makes her way back to Yelena’s apartment.

The door is locked, but she picks it easily, slipping inside. The place is dark. Not good. Natasha’s heartbeat speeds up as she makes her way from room to room, throwing open the doors.

“Lena? Lena this isn’t funny! I’m not in the mood for hide and seek today! I brought your stupid jacket back, come get it!”

Her eyes burn with tears, finally spilling over her cheeks as she finds Yelena. Well...what’s left of her. A pile of ash sits in the middle of the bedroom floor.

“Lena...no…” she sobs, crawling over to the ash. “Not you too...please not you...you’re all I have left…”

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Yelena finds her jacket in the rubble of the Avengers headquarters.

It’s torn to shreds as a result of the blast, covered in dust.

Gone. Just like Natasha.

She shakes, clutching the vest until her knuckles go white, angrily wiping away her tears.

“I know I don’t know you...but you should know that Natasha died a hero” She hears a man speak, whirling around to see Steve Rogers standing behind her.

Captain America. Yelena used to constantly tease Natasha about it. She had gone straight from Russian spy to close friend of Captain fucking America. A bit of a jump.

“No, she didn’t die as a hero. She died as a tool. A means to her end. I tried to warn her, but she never listened. And now she’s dead, she’s not coming back”