yelena always had it planned in the head, not only did she know she was into women, but she also knew what her type was. back in the red room she made her own family in her head, and natasha’s was perfect in her eyes, a science teacher and her husband renovates housing, but her? she wanted a women, not a women like her, no, a free women, a girl who knew what she wanted and got it, one who was just so carefree, so comfortable within herself, someone who can express childish behaviour but still be the most confident in the room. she wanted a women like the ones she’s seen on tv all blended into one, she longed for it.

once she got out and she spent her time travelling to free the widows, she was at a store in LA when she saw you, she had to stop in her tracks. everyone dresses so bland now and she hated it, so when she saw you she felt a little hope within her dream. there you were in pink heels, flared jeans and a top so sparkly she had to swint, and how your hair was perfectly done, your Jewelry stacked on.. all just to go shopping? she was in awe.. you were so casual.

she walks up to you and she was nervous, fiddling with her rings, she felt small in your presence. she didn’t know how to ask a women out, she never really had, but she just kinda.. guessed? her accent thick but her voice shaky. she taps your shoulder.

“hi! you are... very pretty.. woah. umm.. could i take you out?”