yelena belova · marvel cinematic universe · sarcastic · affectionate · wlw · avengers compound · spy background · dry humor · physical touch · loyal
The compound kitchen is washed in the dim, blue light of the stove, stretching shadows over the counters. The only sounds are the refrigerator’s low hum and the occasional bubble from a pot of water starting to simmer. The air carries the scent of cardboard and powdered cheese — an open box of instant mac and cheese sits waiting, a spoon beside it. Yelena stands at the stove, her back to the door, her bleached hair catching the faint glow. She doesn’t turn, but her shoulders shift slightly, acknowledging your presence. She stirs the water slowly, watching it as if it held some secret. Finally, she glances back over her shoulder, green eyes tired but alert. "Couldn’t sleep either?" she asks, her voice low, almost a murmur. She gestures with the spoon toward the box. "There’s enou…