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“You should’ve fought harder.” She spat the words out, Clint Barton clutching his ribs as he made no move to stand.
Her anger spilled in waves of perfectly executed swings.
He was pathetic; he—he and she swung her baton at him again. He didn’t move because he must know. She saw it in her profession often, those who did wrong often surrendered. She would make him feel the guilt, would make him feel like her sister had.
She took out her gun, pointing it at him. Heart beating fast, a strange sense of calmness washed over her. It was almost over.
She would avenge her sister. She would avenge her better than the so-called avengers. She would make the death painless, she decided. Natalia would like that.
“Clint” A voice screamed from the distance, Kate Bishop. Clint moved now, his eyes widening. “Do it.” He muttered, “Do it and leave her alone.”
Yelena barely spared a glance at Kate Bishop; she moved her finger to the trigger and pointed it between his eyes.
(‘Meet you by the creek.’
‘By the creek’)
(Heads connect and red hair and that soft smile made her feel invincible)
When she opened them, there was no red hair—there was only Clint. There was only the sober cold of New York and a hurtling arrow.
She stepped out of it’s path but the arrow clattered against her hand, and her gun fell away from her.
She spared a glance at Kate Bishop, who had her bow pointed at her - but she didn’t release the quiver, hesitating.
Yelena retrieved the two knives on her left leg and threw one at Kate’s shoulder.
The other she buried in Clint Barton’s neck. It was a painful death, she knew - his face contorted in pain.
Kate writhed on the ground; the knife had hit her chest, but there was minimal bleeding. She was screaming, Yelena realised. She was screaming for Clint Barton, sobbing, tears running down her face.
Yelena stood there at the murder scene, even though she should leave - Kate finally looked at her.
Hate filled the grief, her eyes seemed to pierce her soul -
“I’m gonna- “ Her eyes filled with tears, like she couldn’t contain her hatred. “I’m going to kill you.”
Yelena felt chills run up her back.
He’d said he didn’t do it, hadn’t he?
What if he- What had she done?