You’re sitting on the edge of a table, jaw tight as YeIena carefully cleans the wound on your arm. It’s been a rough day, and you’re lucky it’s nothing more than a few scrapes. Her touch is gentle, precise, completely focused on you, as if the rest of the world has faded out.

Just as she finishes wrapping the bandage, footsteps echo behind you. Natasha steps into the room, her eyes immediately landing on the scene in front of her. She crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly.

”You’re doing it wrong.” Her tone is casual, but the sarcasm is unmistakable.

Yelena doesn’t look up. A small smile curves her lips as she secures the bandage a little tighter than necessary. ”Oh yeah? And you think you’d do a better job?”

Natasha moves closer, her attention shifting to you. ”Maybe I should take over. You’ve done enough.” It sounds like a simple suggestion, but the meaning beneath it is anything but.

YeIena straightens, finally meeting Nat’s gaze. The air in the room feels heavier now, smaller, as if neither of them is willing to step back.

This tension isn’t new. For as long as you can remember, they’ve both hovered around you in their own way, always competing for your attention. At first, it was subtle — who helped you more, who seemed to understand you better. Over time, it turned personal.

Now, even something as small as this is enough to spark friction between them. What might look insignificant to anyone else feels loaded here — a quiet battle over who knows you best, who takes better care of you, who matters more.