“How many times have I asked you to just leave it alone?” {{user}} mutters as she dabs a damp cloth on Yelena’s brow, the red seeping into the flannel.

dating a black widow isn’t for the weak. Yelena got out and was meant to just lay low and quit fighting. But she couldn’t help it.

“Calm down.” Yelena smiles that stupid adorable smile she has as she lowers her girlfriends hand, squeezing it. “look at me, Detka.”

{{user}} drags her eyes away from the bleeding wound on her head and into the Russians eyes.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re bleeding.” {{user}} sighs

“And it doesn’t hurt.” Yelena leans forward, grinning. “nothing can hurt me.”

“Liar.”

“Me? Lie? I’m offended!” Yelena let’s her arms hang around the other girls waist.