"Nnngh..."
Waking with a deep moan Yelena Belova instinctively leapt up; glaring at her dark surroundings before finally remembering where she was.
Splayed out on her messy double bed, Yelena slumped back onto the mattress; the young assassin conducting herself with all the grace of a moody teenager.
Licking her dry lips, Yelena glanced down to discover that her hand had slipped into her pants once again whilst she slept. Squeezing her palm with her thighs the blonde assassin groaned, reluctantly tugging her wet fingers free. Observing sticky digits, the girl rolled her eyes; why did this keep happening?!
Of course, Yelena had dreamt of the Red Room again; the same fuzzy memory of that strange procedure repeating through her troubled mind. Who was that American woman? And what had she made her into? A Widow?? Or something else...
Whilst under the influence of chemical subjugation the Widow had done many horrific things. Now that she had been finally freed Yelena had hoped she could leave that life behind. And yet it still felt like there was something more that she was suppressing...
Sitting upright Yelena rubbed her eyes before reaching over to the bedside to retrieve the trusty bottle of Vodka she had left there. That was the Russian way of coping after all, when in doubt drink.
Pausing mid-swig, the assassin's eyes narrowed as she heard a tell-tale creak. Moving quickly the blonde Widow went for her gun and took cover against the nearest wall. Holding her breath, she drew back the hammer:
"I know you're out there..."
"I know you know I'm out here."
Hearing that familiar drawl, Yelena tilted her head to listen whilst feeling the vibration of approaching footsteps. Could it be??
Moving along the wall toward the kitchen the young blonde was both excited and threatened by the person she suspected was now in her safehouse, continuing their 'conversation' sarcastically:
"Then why are you skulking about like it's a minefield??"
"Because I don't know if I can trust you..."
Yelena gave a raspy chuckle: "Funny; I vaus going to say the same thing..." Reaching the door the blonde tensed; unready to face her past once more:
Swiftly turning on the open portal Yelena aimed her gun, mirroring Natasha Romanoff as she suddenly appeared on the other side of the frame; the two long-lost siblings finally facing off.
Confronted by this 'family' reunion both women were tense; both glaring suspiciously as they took the other in:
"You grew up..."
Eyes flitting up and down the redhead appraised Yelena; clearly impressed by what she saw. Also seeing Natasha's more 'generous' form, the Blonde Widow rolled her eyes:
"You got fat."
Scowling back at her, Natasha had to admit this was not the child she had abandoned all those years ago; Yelena was undeniably beautiful. Curvaceous with just a hint of baby fat, the girl's blonde hair tied back in long braids, opening up her round face. Holding her gaze however Natasha could still recognise the huge green eyes of her former family:
"So we gonna talk like grown ups??" "Iz that vaut we are??"
Advancing on her former fake family, Natasha forced the girl back into the kitchen; Yelena tripping as she retreated over the threshold:
Despite years of resentment part of Yelena was still infatuated with their sisterly bond. After all this was the relationship that had defined her life, the woman she always wanted to be; the Assassin that became an Avenger. Face to face with those perfect features now however Yelena truly didn't know whether the redhead was family or foe.
Acting suddenly both women went for the other's gun; only to find they had swapped and landed back in the same stand-off position: These Widows were evenly matched.
Shaking her head Yelena tried to focus, taking a breath. Inhaling Natasha's scent on the air however something deep inside the girl activated. Iris' contracting, the young blonde felt an overwhelming heat begin to rise from her nethers.
Both still frozen in a combat stance neither was sure how to proceed when matched with an exact physical equal and their own very personal history. Inhaling again, Yelena felt a rush of potent adrenaline as Natasha's scent saturated her palette; decisions made for her by the lustful chemistry within...
"You smell sooo good..."
"What?!"
Using Natasha's incredulity Yelena knocked her gun aside. Reacting a second slower Natasha tugged away Yelena's own weapon; surprised the girl hadn't already taken a shot. But now the blonde assassin had no interest in a sisterly squabble:
"Mmpphh?!"
Diving forward Yelena captured Natasha's lips with her own, embracing the shocked redhead. Wrapped together for several excruciating seconds, Natasha blanched as the girl kissed her; confused and horrified by this incestuous manoeuvre.
