Chapter 25

Yns pov:
We move on, doing a few more rounds when tony speaks up again. He looks pointedly at nat and steve before speaking. “Never have i ever had a building collapse on me.” Nat and steve take a drink and someone else goes to ask a question but me and peter lift our cups to our mouths simultaneously.

I point at him as my drunken shouts fill the room. “TWIN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”

Soft laughter fills the room and peter sighs, glaring at yelena. “Why have you been teaching her brainrot?”

Tony holds out his hand, intervening with a high pitched voice. “Hold on parkers! I know that hydra collapsed a building on nat and steve, but when did one collapse on you both?!” Here we go. Truth time i guess.

I take a deep steadying breath, ensuring my voice doesnt wobble but peter beats me to it. “When i went up against the vulture, he took out the pillars of a building and it went down. I survived because of super abilities.” Theres a low grumble from the team, not quite sure what to make of a…wait he was 15 when the vulture thing happened!

“I told you not to go against threats on your own! Street level stuff only!” Tony speaks in a strict tone and now i realise why peter has attached himself to tony so much. It was never about the science, or the team. Tony was like the father he never had. Huh. Cool i guess.

Everyone eventually turns towards me, watching expectedly. “The people who just took me found no use for me and planted explosives in the building to erase any trace. I was chained to a chair and when i woke up after the explosives went off, the chair was shattered ans the chains were broken so i somehow stood up, lifting the rubble and literal layers of concrete before i walked for miles and miles until i ended up here.” I look around at the sea of confused faces, a stunned silence falling through the compound. They just blink at me waiting for answers to questions they havent asked.

Tonys face falls, sympathy enshrouding his usual uncaring demeanour. “How did you lift that?” His words are like a lethal whisper. He knows theres a darkness behind it, but im not ready to tell him yet – i may be drunk but im not that drunk.

I shrug my shoulders and give a small smile to break the tension. “Huh, good question, guess i hadnt thought about that. Maybe it was the uh…” i wiggle my fingers trying to think of the words. Its a little more difficult when your mind feels so clouded, “the shock thing. Electric powers.” Their jaws unhinge more, maybe i hadnt told them that part yet.

Wandas lips press into a tight line to hold in her laugh. “Why did you wiggle your fingers?” I scowl at her, ignoring her question and i see her flinch at my reaction. She should be ashamed of herself. I cant remember why. But she should.

“Since when do you have powers?” Peters voice rings out for the first time. Its weird hearing it after so long, its like hearing the rain after a drought. His tone is harsh but its better than silent avoidance.

“It doesnt matter, lets play another game!” I chug the last of my drink. Hopefully they are too drunk to press me about it.

“Yn truth or dare?” Sam has clearly been waiting to play this all night. His voice is high pitched and hes practically bouncing in his place.

“Dare.” It comes out a little more enthusiastucally than i feel right now. Dread fills my stomach – sams not exactly known for being boring and im not known to turn down wild suggestions.

“I dare you to give banner a lap dance.” Whistles ring from the team. Here goes nothing. I push myself to my feet, the room spinning slightly.

I feel warm fingers wrap around my wrist, her familiar touch settling the nerves pricking the back of my neck. She pulls me back down next to her, its not like im in the condition to put up much of a fight. “Uh i dont think thats a good idea.” Wow okay and she used to get arrested for drunken fights? Where did that girl go? Or the one with her fingers all over me about an hour ago.

“Come on lena, its just a game.” Her green eyes flicker to me as my sentence dies on my tongue. I forget all words when she looks at me like that. I would kiss her if the others werent here, they’re a little bit of a mood killer.

She leans in closer, her tongue brushing my ear as my breath hitches. “Yeah but when bruce realises that you arent wearing underwear, it might get a little awkward.” Right. She lost my underwear. Way to claim me as hers i guess.

“I pick truth.” My face burns red, everyones gaze like a thousand suns, lighting up the effect yelena has on me.

“Boring! Okay what is the most embarassing thing you have ever done?” Classic and yet mortifying.

“Oh easy, in highschool i stripped off at this party before jumping in the pool completely naked.” That was a crazy night, the police caught me passed out drunk on some random persons doorstep. In my defence, i thought it was my block of apartments.

Yelenas lips hover over the mouth of her drink as she whispers under her breath. “So you make it a habit to not wear underwear at parties?” My hand sloppily hits her arm in a drunken haze.

Sam waves his hand interrupting. “Wait! Did the others do the same?”

“Yeah?” What difference does that make? Like 100 people saw me naked.

“Thats not embarassing, thats awesome!” We have very different definitions of awesome. My eyebrows knit together in confusion but theres a mumble of agreement from the team.

“Okay…i once slashed my ex boyfriends tires.” I run my hands down my face, a small laughter bubbling up my throat like a hiccup. “And i was sober at the time.”

Theres multiple cheers and sam pats my shoulder. “Thats still awesome, not embarassing.”

My lipes press into a tight line. Wait for it. “I did it because he stole my cereal.” Sam slowly peels his hand of my arm like i might slash him too.

He shivers, wiping his hand on his trousers. “Wow females are very temperamental.” Dickhead.

“Maybe i should go hide my motorbike.” Luckily everyones too drunk to pick up on yelenas hints. Maybe they think she means in a friend way. But what she did in that bathroom definitely puts that idea to rest.

“I was having a bad day! I wouldnt do that now.” Yelenas arm settles around my shoulders, her fingers twining loosely in my hair. “Bruce. Truth or dare?”

I see his face pale and his adamd apple bob in his throat. He tries to hide, but hes family too, he should be included. “Uh truth.” Makes sense, hes always calculated, truth is the least risky option.

“Have you ever kissed someone in the compound?” He has kissed 2 people. Tony and natasha. I can tell by his awkwardness and longful glances, like hes tasted the lips hes staring at. The fire in his eyes were a dead give away when i first met him.

He clears his throat, glancing from natasha to tony. Guess i was right. Then again, when am i not? “Yes.” Its small but definitive like statistics. Sam ruffles his hair, clearly too drunk for his own good.

I shake my head and wobble as i stand, making my way towards the bar. After a few steps, yelena is by my side, her arm slips around my waist as she pulls my arm around her shoulders. It feels intimate in a completely new, inexplicable way. She helps me over to the bar and sits me down. My world spins and it feels like im gonna crash to the floor, but i somehow find the seat. Her fingers trace my jaw and she pulls my face towards her. My throat goes dry and this ache explodes in my chest. Its hurts to have to stay away. She brings a glass to my lips and slowly pours water into my mouth. She lets me take a few small sips before slowly pulling it away. “You are amazing.”

She chuckles and everything else disappears. “And you’re drunk.” If that means she touches me like this in public, then i should get drunk more often.

I reach over, pulling a glass from behind the bar. I roll it back and forth while it sits on its side. A warmth settles in the back of my throat as i watch it move. Is this…no im not that drunk, im not motion sick. Yelena pulls the glass, placing it firm on the bar. I grab a bottle from behind the bar, a dark liquid sloshing around inside. “I dont think thats a good idea detka.” So? Shes my girlfriend not my mom. Not that my mom would give a damn. I pour the liquid, filling the glass. I stand up and her hand finds my waist again, steadying me. Its protective and careful, sweet in a way i dont think she knew she was capable of.

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Yelenas pov:
My eyes follow her as she stumbles away from my reach towards the sofa. Her drink spills dangerously close to the edge of the glass each tume she sways in a particular direction. This is going to end disasterously. She moves forward in a not so straight line, taking another heavy step when someone shoulder finds hers. She gasps and drops the glass as its cold contents spill all over her. The little fabric that makes up her dress soaks up most of the liquid but her drunken state doesnt stop her from pushing him forcefully. Shit. Its peter. Shes gonna be so pissed. “Hey! You could apologise!” What for? Knocking her drink? Not visiting her? Losing his shit?

“I didnt do anything! Its not my fault youre in such a state! Even dad would be ashamed!” He pushes her back and she trips over her own feet, falling backwards. My heart jumps and i move quicker than i can comprehend whats happening. My arms wrap around her waist as i bend down to catch her just before she hits the floor. I help her stand back up and my hand never leaves her arms. Luckily she seems too out of it to comprehend what he said. That or she just doesnt care. “She cant even go one night without begging for attention.”

“I suggest you shut up parker. This party is for her and after what shes been through, its understandable that she would wanna get drunk.” His features twist and he steps closer, somehow shadowing us with his small stature.

“How do we even know she got hurt? She probably did most of that stuff to herself for attention.” I can feel the heat simmering below the surface. Hes out of line. Even if he is her brother, he cant get away with saying this. My fists clench and my jaw tenses, anyone else and they would already be laid out. “You’re all just lapping up her manipulative act. I thought avengers were meant to be a little bit more formiddable.” Just as im about to let go and throw a punch, yns head falls back against my shoulder, tucking into my neck. Her eyes close softly and its taking everything in me to keep my hands away. All my anger dissipates when i smell her coconut shampoo and her hand wraps over the top of mine. Peter is one lucky son of a bitch.

“Im gonna take her to bed.” I glance around at everyone and nat smirks at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She raises her glass to me before taking an exagerated sip. I know exactly what shes thinking. Lucky for me, she doesnt know that i already did that. The months of tension was finally released and it was truly incredible. She is incredible. Blush creeps up my face as it feels suddenly too hot. How does she do this to me? Im a spy. Im not meant to blush, ever. I gently nudge yn in the direction of the door, moving her arm back around my shoulders as my arm snakes around her waist. Theres a small awakward silence as we leave. Im assuming after peters outbreak, no one will be in the party mood. Which means the others will likely go to bed soon too. Trust peter to ruin everything.

“Wait.” Her voice is small and unclear as her steps slow. My eyes spin over her, searching for any issues. “Sorry felt a little motion sick. I think i need to pull my dress down a little bit.” Her hand slides to the back of my neck, hoping to stay upright as i bend over to pull her dress down some. This dress was a good idea in theory, not so much in practice. Except for in the bathroom, i had very easy access. My hand trails up her body as i stand up straight. Im trying to tease her but im just driving myself insane instead. All i want to do is touch her in a wild, untamed way. I suck in a deep breath and just take a step forward, focusing on getting to my room. I feel her body somehow sway closer to me every now and then as she loses her balance.

I slowly push open my door and gently lower her to my bed. She lays back and stares at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up, her eyes heavily sliding from one side of the room to the other. “Wait…this isnt my room.”

I cant stop the smile that forms on my face. Shes been here enough times to claim it as her own, but shes right, this isnt her assigned room. I start rummaging through my desk draw as i speak, uncertain if shes sober enough to listen. “Yeah, sorry, i just have to grab some painkillers for in the morning. I didnt want to leave you alone incase you do something-” my breath catches in my throat and i swallow the saliva that coats my tongue. Shes stood near my bed, somehow steady as she slowly yanks the zip down her back. “Stupid.” She pulls it downt he final few inches before turning to face me. “What are you doing?”

She shrugs before giving a simple answer that has me spiralling. “Im hot.”

“Yeah, no, i can see that.” The words escape me before i can think better of it. A small smirk plays on her lips as she slides her dress down her shoulders, falling gently down her body to the ground. I cant even pay attention to her facial expressions, my eyes are too busy drinking in the sight of her intoxicating body. I feel as drunk as she is.

“Show me what a girlfriend does.” I blow out a short breath, trying to remember how to breathe normally again. Shes naked in my room. How could i not go feral?

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Authors note:
Sorry for the short chapter, this just felt like the natural end. Hopefully the next one will be longer.