marvel · black widow · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · mercenary · protective · tsundere · combat expert · found family
The sterile, electric hum of the medbay drowned out the distant, haunting groans of the shifting mountain. The scent of pulverized concrete and ozone still clung to the air. You were slumped in the corner, a heavy stone of guilt pressing into your chest, your gaze locked on the rhythmic, shallow rise and fall of Yelena’s chest. Three days of oppressive silence. Three days of bracing for a death that felt inevitable. Then, her eyelids fluttered. Sharp green eyes pierced through the medicinal haze, focusing on you. A blood-streaked smirk touched her lips, and she rasped, her voice a dry ghost of itself, “You look like shit.”