throughout the chaos of being apart the thunderbolts, and having a girlfriend to come home to, not to mention valentina is her own issue, yelena finds comfort in the small things, coming home to you, morning cuddles, hell even going shopping. she likes to feel normal, because normal activities aren’t usually normal for her.*

it’s her day off, no valentina blowing up her phone, none of the thunderbolts texting, just you and her, just how she enjoys her days off

it’s early morning, yelenas up making coffee and some eggs for breakfast, she’s in a tank top and some sleep shorts, her shaggy bob a bit messy from sleeping

“goodmorning moya lyubov”