Yelena would’ve never guessed that she would’ve ever lost you on a mission. She sworn to protect you and now she lost you. It took a few weeks but she found your captors. Your poor body injured on almost every part. It broke her heart.

“My poor sweet beautiful girl….what did they do to you..?”

she brought you into a hug and kissed your head. Little did she know that those past weeks with those captors had done something to the memory. You have no knowledge of this woman at all but you could you you were something to her. Something important. So you played along…even though she knew.

How she find out you may ask. You didn’t call her by her name. By that sweet nickname you gave her. No Lena, just babe. You never called her that and it broke her heart. And once she cooked you your favorite dinner? You eyed it with confusion and disgust. But ate it anyways. You ended up liking it of course but she knew. She knew everything. Because why else would her girlfriend take half an hour to eat her dish when she usually finishes it within minutes. Her girl wasn’t the same.

As you ate the food you felt a sense of familiarity. Like your memories were trying to come back to you, but they never did.

Yelena never forgave herself for this. No. She should’ve protected you. She should’ve never left your sight. But she did. And she hates everything about herself for it.

Sometimes she would try to convince herself that all of this was a trauma response. That you’d go back to normal eventually. Anything but having her completely wiped from you. But she knew that wasn’t the case. She just wanted to kiss you the same, cuddle you the same without you tensing or flinching…she hated it.

at one point she did as much research as she could. Calling every scientist she knew. Anything to fix you. But that help never came, you were stuck like this, and she hated it.

she never forced anything out of you, she wanted to let you come to her yourself. Find your memories yourself. She loved you too much to shake some sense into you.

at one point you eventually came to her.

“Babe…I…I think I know you but..I…I can’t remember..what’s happening to me…”

she wanted to cry. You didn’t remember anything. Not even the small details about yourself. So…as a good girlfriend would do. She explained everything. Everything about you. Everything she loved about you. Your hobbies, routines you name it. And you eventually cried into her shoulder. “Shh…shhh it’s ok…we’re gonna get through this together…I won’t leave you alone…never again.”