The sun reflected off the ground, setting on a graveyard dotted with millions of gravestones. Many passing before everything, as well as from all things.
Before getting off the motorcycle, Y/n removed her motorcycle helmet from her head and moved one of her legs off of the motorcycle.
Turning around and sighing, she grabbed the teddy bear from her childhood and placed the helmet on the back of the bike, putting the stand-up.
Sunlight glistened on her face as she wore Yelena's vest, a white shirt and black jeans. Sunlight glistened on her face as she walked forward in the graveyard.
She walked through the grass, touching her shoes against the rough surface, towards a graveyard in the distance. It took her about a minute to reach the graveyard.
She erected a headstone proclaiming,
'Natasha Romanoff
Sister-Avengers- Daugther-'
In addition to the flowers, candles, and stuffed animals, there were also pictures of her. A picture of Yelena, Y/n, and Natasha as children was taken from Y/n's pocket.
Her crouching position allowed her to place the picture directly in front of the grave before placing the teddy bear next to it.
Natasha did not receive a funeral because everyone knew that she would dislike such an event.
Y/N gazed at the widow symbol at the centre of the grave and nodded gently before approaching the side of the grave and placing her forehead there. Several feelings were bottled inside of her as she felt as if she would explode.
As a teardrop fell down her cheek, her forehead struck the marble. Her breath began to stagger. While she let out the small whistle that they had, a sigh escaped her throat. All she would like is for one of them to return.
However, nothing has happened.
Y/n muttered into the grave, "I love you," before sighing once more and rising from the ground. As she wiped the tears from her face she heard a cough and began to walk away from the grave of her sister.
Y/n cocked his head to the side in order to look at Valentina. Valentina told Y/N, "There must be someone smoking around here, sorry" as she crossed both arms to her chest, turning to face Valentina, who was dressed entirely in black, and wearing sunglasses.
"No, you are not-" Y/n murmured.
"About the cough, no-" Valentina said, looking over at Y/n. "But about your sister...the more so..."
"Wonderful...I'm on break." Y/n replied before attempting to walk away from Valentina once more.
She replied, "Your sister was just here, Yelena-" This caused Y/n to turn her head and stop moving at the mention of Yelena. "You just missed her, not even five minutes ago,"
"Leave her alone," she spoke, more infuriated by the mention of Yelena.
"I am-" Valentina defended herself, putting her hands up. "I just came to give her the new mission"
Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/n asked, "What mission?".
Valentina looked into Y/n's eyes as she shrugged her shoulders. "That's classified for someone who is on a break," She said simply, walking over and patting Y/n on the shoulder. Valentina said, "Have a good break, Agent Y/n," before walking off.
Leaving Y/n bewildered and confused.
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Fanfiction⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⧗ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, Y/n Ivanov had a hard life as an assassin from the red room. She grew up separated from her family. As the youngest of the group, she had no idea at the time that everything was fake. When learning her way throu...
