(𝟮.𝟮) 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 ➣ {𝕪•𝕓} ❘ [𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝕶𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

⧗ 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔜 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢 ❘ Mɪss ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴘɪᴇ

Yelena was frowning at the floor of the room she was in, taking a swing from the vodka bottle she had taken with her.

The door opened from the outside and Y/N's form appeared into the blonde's view, "Hi,"

"I came in here because I don't want to talk," Yelena glared up at her.

"Hm," she nodded, closing the door behind her, "It's fine. I'll just give you company."

Y/N sat on the floor beside her and crossed her legs, grimacing at the silence that filled the room. She turned her head to the side and saw the blonde glowering at the far end of the room, a sulky expression filling her features.

"I can feel you staring at me," Yelena dipped her head, staring at the floor between her knees.

"Does that make you nervous?" Y/N questioned with a small smirk, making her chuckle.

"I know we were just messing around," Yelena started, her cheeks tinted when she recalled their passionate nights, "But," she sighed turning to face her, "Was it real to you? What we had in the Red Room,"

Y/N cracked a smile at the memory, "It was real to me," she nodded, "Well, other than Nathan."

"He was a good company," Yelena added, "I miss those days. I thought all hope was gone after I got taken to the Red Room, but," she hesitantly reached over to her hand and interlaced them together, "I had you, Natasha, and Nathan."

"Yeah," Y/N looked down at their hands and back up to catch the blonde sneak a glance at her lips.

Slowly, both of them began to lean towards each other with parted lips and racing hearts. They were so close that their breaths mingled with each other.

The door opened again making them move away from each other abruptly; Alexie walked into the room, wanting to talk and sort things out with both of them.

"You ruined the moment," Yelena muttered under her breath, turning to scowl at him, "Get out! I don't want to talk to you,"

"Okay," he nodded, "We just sit,"

Ten minutes later, Alexie was going and on and on about an outing that he had gone out with his father, receiving weird and irritated looks from both of them.

"So, there I am, ice fishing with my father," Alexie continued.

Yelena grabbed the vodka bottle from the bedside table, took a gulp from and handed it to Y/N, who also did the same.

"It's very cold in this ice shed. Cold for even Russian, you know? 'Keep the vodka by the fire' my father would say to me,"

"Please stop talking," Yelena shook her head.

"Please wait," he tried, "Please wait,"

"Please no. Please, I don't want to talk."

"Please, please. There's a reason why I'm telling you this, okay? Trust me," Alexie assured.