Yelena pressed her forehead to the gravestone, wishing more than anything that instead of hardened, cold concrete that there would be her soft, forgiving skin there instead. And so, she finally collected her courage, whistling their signature tune. There was silence. She started to get up, but then she heard it. The definitive returning whistle. Platonic Natasha/Yelena.
Rated: T - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,442 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 13 - Published: 9/6/2021 - Yelena Belova - Complete