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1.
What happened was that Natasha found Yelena going at it with Bucky Barnes in the lounge room of the Avengers Tower. It was her third day here as a new Avenger and she had already sparked a romance with the Winter Soldier. And Natasha was always the one walking in on them making out. The amount of eye rolls she'd made this week because of them was uncountable.
"Oops," Natasha dryly commented after intentionally pushing the flower vase off a table which shattered, startling the two. She looked downright annoyed and unapologetic. "I didn't mean to stop you both from swallowing each other."
Yelena licked her lips, her arms still wound around Barnes. "What do you want, Natalia?"
Goddammit. Natasha could spot that shit subtle smile on Yelena's face. The pretty blonde enjoyed this very much.
"Sure as hell not what you're both having for lunch... each other's saliva," Natasha sneered.
Yelena chuckled.
"You are interrupting us here, red," Bucky said with a wink at Natasha's way, making her scowl even more.
"Maybe you should find a room," she replied, crossing her arms.
"And this is a room, Natalia," Yelena said pleasure.
"So maybe you should find the exit," Bucky added.
"Fuck you both," Natasha snapped.
Yelena's brown eyes had clear amusement in them as her gaze locked with hers while she went on to kiss Bucky's neck.
Natasha felt like breaking things.
"Idiots," she said out loud and stormed out.
Idiots they were, especially Yelena, who didn't predict Bucky ending up in the hospital after Natasha 'accidentally' sent electric discharges of 100 volts at his groin from her Widow Bites a day after.
2.
No, really. Yelena did not give a shit about Natasha Romanov. She believed that even if she died, she wouldn't blink at all.
So, if that was the case, then why had she not moved?
She was stuck in an uncomfortable posture, watching the two kissing and the way Natasha's bare leg from the slit of the red skirt attached to the man's hip after she slid off her lace panties. This shit was all happening right in Yelena's eyes and she could not move from her spot.
She felt all types of bitterness and disgust and annoyance and anger.
The man finally saw her and gently detached himself from a horny Natasha. Yelena did not shift and neither did her burning glare when they walked to the closed glass door of their room.
This man was a SHIELD agent. And the fact that he was really handsome made Yelena glare even more. He opened the door. She saw Natasha giving her a playful naughty smile as she fixed the buttons of her shirt.
"Care to join us?" Grant Ward asked, bracing his arm on the door in a very arrogant posture.
"She doesn't like sharing," Natasha remarked, staring Yelena down in satisfaction.
"You're both trash and not my type anyway," Yelena drawled.
Natasha's smile beamed and Yelena wanted to vomit.
"Couldn't find somewhere else to shag?" Yelena snapped.
Grant shrugged. "We don't mind being watched." He licked his lips.
Natasha giggled and bit her finger while she was on the receiving end of Yelena's glare.
"I didn't know an Avenger could also be a pornstar," she snapped.
Natasha graciously pushed her hair back. "I'm a woman of many things, Yelena."
"I can see that." She narrowed her eyes.
Grant chuckled when Natasha hugged him from behind and nibbled on his ear before kissing & biting on his neck all the while locking eyes with Yelena.
Yelena had not moved and neither did her hostile expression. She had to watch them close the door and make out again while finding another room for privacy.
Yelena was shook and traumatized and she never liked seeing Natasha being man-handled or fondled by anyone.
She gave too much of a damn about this woman and she will do what needed to be done now.
So a da y or two later—
The door of Yelena's guest room busted open and hit the wall with force. Natasha stood in the doorway, very much exasperated or angry or both. "Answer me this, nutjob, did you or did you not push Grant off a fucking cliff?!"
Yelena dabbed the pad of her finger on her tongue and turned the next page of her novel, not even lifting her eyes to look at the fuming redhead. "I didn't push him off the cliff. I kicked him off. There's a difference."
Natasha growled and balled her hands to fists. She stormed away before she attempted homicide.