≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part one
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summary: you're left to deal with the aftermath of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation when Hydra decide to pay you another visit.
warning/s: mentions of guns, shooting, fighting and blood.
author's note: second to last part is here, enjoy! 👀
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YOUR POV
Talking. That was all they did, and I never got to be a part of it, not unless they wanted me to talk about what my statement would be to get my dad out of his potential sentence.
My mum was locked in his office with a group of lawyers ninety-nine percent of the time, trying to get control of the situation, and she refused to let me be involved. She'd caught me eavesdropping once and the look on her face was enough to make me not do it again.
It just wasn't fair. Everything was falling apart and I didn't have a hold on any of it. I felt useless and I didn't know who to talk to – none of my friends understood, though they tried to help. And Y/S/N was too young to grasp the severity of the situation, so all I could do was try to keep her head on straight as my own fell off in the process.
Sometimes, I'd think back to the day that changed everything. The fighting, the blood, the gunshots, Yelena. I could have died, but she'd saved me, only to accuse me of working with them. I'd never heard a gun before, not in person. It was louder than people made out, the sound echoing in my brain at the quietest of moments. Why did people carry them so much? I wondered...
Y/S/N and I were hanging out in my bedroom, her reading some book about Ancient Egypt – one of her latest obsessions – as I struggled to focus on whatever was on TV when I heard the doorbell ring.
Knowing my mother would be too distracted with the lawyers to answer, I left Y/S/N alone and went downstairs to get it. The last person I expected to be standing there was Yelena.
"Hey," she said quietly, green eyes nervously meeting mine.
Maybe it was because I knew she wasn't the girl I'd gotten to know these past few months, but she looked different. I half expected her to be suited up, S.H.I.E.L.D. badge and pistol at the ready, but she was dressed normally. I wondered if she'd done that on purpose.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked with narrowed eyes.
"Can I come i–"
"No," I cut her off, grip tightening on the door handle. "In fact, you should probably leave."
Her boot stopped the door from closing fully and I groaned as I opened it up again, seeing her straighten up.
"I know you're angry, but I just–" she started, before sighing and shaking her head. Conflicted, she glanced around before looking to me with a softened expression. "How are you?"
My teeth hurt from how hard they were clenched together, and I almost laughed at how fucking stupid her question was.
"How am I?" I repeated her question with a raised eyebrow, letting go of the door. "How am I?" A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I fixated my glare on her. "Let's see, Agent Belova. I am currently on break from university because I can't seem to concentrate without imagining a fucking gun to my head. My mother is currently worried sick about my father, who happens to be going to court and possibly prison for something that wasn't his fucking fault. My sister has no idea what the fuck is going on, so I have to keep pretending that everything is okay. And – oh yeah – our whole fucking relationship was a lie! Does that answer your question, Agent?!"
