I Can Take You Home (A Romanogers Fanfic) COMPLETED

Yelena

She saw him first before he had his rifle ready to shoot.

  She quickly kicked off her shirt. She turned around to see Sam walking in on her blatantly changing in the living room. His jaw nearly hit the floor.

  "Go get me my bag," she snapped at him.

  He zoomed away and came back with her bag, and she snatched it from him with a small "Thank you". Then, she threw out all her loose-fitting sweaters and pants, and tugged out a set of clothes she thought perfect for fighting. She changed quickly into it, the black leggings hugging her legs. Then, she looped her weapons belt around her waist.

  "Where are you going?" Sam asked from the storeroom.

  "None of your concern." Yelena then leaped out a window and saw that it was too late.

  A scream sounded from above, and the continuous sound of the bullets being fired issued. Yelena pounced at the Soldier behind the bush, knocking the rifle out of his hand.

  His hand came digging into her shirt. They were freezing, and Yelena caught a glimpse of silver metal flashing, before she was tossed onto the ground.

  But he was not done yet.

  The Soldier slammed his arm into her chest, and she screamed from the pain that came. The whole section of his left arm was made of metal, with a red star on the upper arm.

  Yelena struggled to kick him off her, and the air quickly left her, and her breath came out in chocked gasps. She fumbled around for anything strapped to her belt, pulled out a serrated knife from its leather sheath, and jammed it into the Winter Soldier's neck as fast as a snake striking its prey. Blood spurted from the wound and splashed onto Yelena's face, warm and wet.

  The Winter Soldier let out a garbled  scream and clutched his neck. Blood ran through the gaps between his fingers.

  Yelena rolled over to her side, gulping for air. The cold air that entered her nose brought her a sense of relief. "When I said they were Soldiers..." she panted to no one in particular, "I didn't mean it."

  Yelena's formidable opponent grabbed her leg when she tried to stab him again, this time through his armour and into his ribs, and he tore the knife which was slippery with blood easily out of her grasp.

  Then, faster than Yelena had predicted him to be, he caught her in the chest with the knife, her knife, straight through her heart.

  Her world blacked out.

  The excruciating agony slowly faded away along with her heartbeat.

  "Natasha..."

  And she never took another breath again.

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I love you, she never had the chance to say. I love you as much as I hate you, sestra.

  Yelena felt a comforting warmth envelop her, and she blinked her eyes open. Her eyelashes felt glued to her face.

  She felt all over her face, and her fingers came back clean. No flakes of dried blood. She pressed a hand to her chest. No wound. No the unpleasant wetness of blood. No pain. No nothing.

  Her heart wasn't beating. She wasn't even sure she had a heart, but she was able to breathe without any complications.

  "You came too early, my dear Yelena."

  Yelena stiffened when she felt arms pull her into someone's warm body. She never liked hugs. But something about the way this anonymous person was holding her, this caring touch, stole her breath away. The tears came, warm and wet in her eyes, but she barely felt it when they dripped down her cheeks.

  "Melina, is that you?" she breathed.

  "Why don't you turn around and look?"

  Yelena spun around to see a face she had missed so much, had yearned to see for a long time. She reached out and touched the woman's beautiful black curls, then she checked for the red streak among the mass of black hair. Her wonderful, soft dark eyes reached deep into Yelena's soul and crumbled down the walls she had built around herself.

  She felt her lips stretch wide into a smile. "Melina, you came." She buried her face deep into Melina's chest and wept like a child.

  Melina kissed her forehead and smoothed her tangled, blonde hair. "You are so brave, my child. You've always been so brave. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you more." She stroked the younger assassin's cheek.

  "It's okay, Melina." Yelena folded her hand over Melina's on her cheek. "You've done enough."