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Is sort of meant to be a rewriting of how Yelena and Melina find out about Clarke. Could potentially be not part of the long series I have.
Anger
Anger. That was an emotion that Yelena Belova was very familiar with.
Ever since she'd beaten, trained and brainwashed by the Red Room people, the soviets and later as she learned, those working for HYDRA, she'd all her happiness stamped out of her, replaced by her anger.
Her need to hurt others when she got angry.
But there wasn't only anger in her life.
After all, her sister, Natalia-or Natasha, as she called herself nowadays, and her mother, Melina, and her adoptive father, Alexei, had given her far more reasons to be happy, than not.
They had given her independence and a home and security.
While Yelena had yearned for her romantic partner soulmate for twenty-one years after that romantic partner soulmate had been born, she had been happy all those years, with her family and years later when she had gotten away from the Red Room people.
Then she, Melina and Alexei had gotten a call from Natasha.
Half a year ago:
Yelena Belova, a former soviet spy, came back from one of her most recent jobs. She had broken into the almost airtight building where a bunch of head gang members and had killed them all, then blowing up all of the gang members' flunkies with bombs. The edges of her clothing smelled of smoke from her work.
She reached the building where she and her parents lived. Melina and Alexei welcomed her in, smiling, pleased to see her here and safe.
That was when the phone rang.
Melina picked up the phone as Yelena rolled her eyes, then stiffened when she heard Melina speak. "Natalia!" Melina exclaimed, "It's been so long!"
Shock was at the front of Yelena's mind when she heard that. However, soon afterwards?
Anger replaced that shock. Anger was now dominant in her mind.
She turned to the phone, glaring at the piece of the phone in Melina's face as Melina spoke into the speaker of the phone.
Melina paused, then her face softened with a smile. "Oh, right," She said, sounding understanding, "Natasha now, is it? Alright, then. Natasha, I'm so glad to hear from you." She turned to Yelena, eyebrows raised at Yelena's anger, "We're all glad to hear from you."
Yelena scowled harder, though she knew that Melina and Natal-Natasha were both immune to her rages.
Melina's eyes widened after a few seconds, her eyes jumping to the phone in her hands. "I see," She said, "That…that's truly a wonderful piece of news, my darling. She's with you and the other Avengers now?"
Yelena tilted her head, confused. What was it they were talking about?
Melina said, "Alright, sweetie, I will talk about it with Yelena and your father. Just wait for us to get there, darling."
Then, Melina hung up and turned to Yelena.
"Mama?" Yelena asked, startled by how overjoyed Melina looked.
"Yelena," Melina said, "I have wonderful news, my sweetheart. Our romantic partner soulmate has been found. By Natasha. She's with Natasha and the other Avengers."
Yelena's eyes widened, stiffening. Their mate had been found? Hers, Melina and Natasha's romantic partner soulmate, and was with the Avengers? When the hell had this happened?!
"She's with Natasha?" Yelena asked. Yelena had learned of who her romantic partner soulmate was, years ago, after the fall of the Mountain Men. She had learned that a girl by the name of Clarke Griffin, a little Ark girl had gone into the mountain and had wiped out the Mountain Men, and she had only been eleven years old.
And then Clarke had disappeared, for years.
Till now.
Melina nodded, smiling, "Our mate is with the Avengers, and with Natasha. We should go visit. I'll speak with Natasha and see if they'll let us by to visit her and Clarke."
Yelena opened her mouth, then closed it and her scowl deepened. "What?" She asked, anger gripping her again, "Wait for permission from the great and almighty Black Widow and her fellow stupid as fuck Avengers for an invitation?! Clarke is ourromantic partner soulmate. Not justNatasha's."
Melina sighed and said in a firm tone, "Yelena, I understand and you're right. Clarke is the romantic partner soulmate to all three of us. But if we rush in and come to them without an invitation, it will be unlikely that they'll be that willing to have us over more than once."
Yelena growled, her blood still hot from the danger she had just been in with the gang members, and with the violence she had caused, and with the bloodlust she still felt and yes, with the anger over being kept from her mate.
She slammed her right balled up fist against the counter next to her, snapping at her mother, the woman who had been her mother for years and years, since she had been delivered into Melina's tutelage back in the Red Room's ranks, "Who cares if they invite us back?! Clarke is supposed to be with the three of us! By right, we get to go and see her! Who the fuck does Natasha think she is, keeping us from her?!"
Yelena's skin felt on fire, she was so angry.
Alexei's voice called into the kitchen, "Yelena! Please calm down and listen to your mother!"
"Alexei!" Melina called back, "Don't make it worse. I can handle this." Melina turned back to Yelena, "I know you're hurt that we're not being told we can come and see Clarke this soon, sweetie," She nodded to the young woman she had taken in as her own child, as she had for Natasha, "But please, listen to me. Who are we trying to protect? Us or our mate, Clarke?"
Yelena froze at that, voice caught in her throat. Her eyes widened.
Melina nodded, smiling at Yelena's realization. "That's right," She said, "We're trying to protect our Clarke. And Natasha. Tell me, will going to the Avengers' base without an invitation help the two of them or potentially make it harder for us to see them? And will that be good for either of them."
Yelena winced.
Well, no, she couldn't see how them barging in on the Avengers would do anything good for either Natasha, or Clarke Griffin.
"It's not fucking fair." She said darkly, not caring how immature she sounded right now.
Melina sighed, nodding, "You're right. It's not fair. But it's just something we're going to have to adapt to, if we want to see Natasha again, and if we want to be with Clarke in any capacity."
Yelena growled quietly, dropping her balled up fist by her side. "It just fucking sucks." She said darkly, bitterly.
Melina chuckled, smiling. "Yes," She said, "You're right, it does. But right now? We just need to have patience. I know patience is not something you like to have, but it's something we need right now. And it will help Clarke and Natasha in the long run, alright, Yelena?"
Yelena snorted, shaking her head. "Fine." She growled. She glared down the hall, at where the stairway was.
"I'm fucking going to my room." She snapped, going out of the kitchen, up the stairs, to her room, hearing Melina sigh loudly.
She reached her room, closed the door, locked the door and shed her clothes that were smelling of smoke and kicked off her boots in the process.
She undid her hair, letting it fall far past her shoulders.
After putting on her nightclothes, just some boxers and a T-shirt, the blonde glared at the walls around her-and at the decorations that were all over those very walls.
From left to right, were posters and bookshelves full of her possessions, the possessions that she had gathered over the years, knowing that these were items that the Red Room people would have tortured her for having in her grasp.
She gathered them, not just to mock the Red Room people, but also because she was so glad now to have those things now, when she had been denied them so severely.
The charges of the Red Room, all of the trainees, were all beaten and tried to smother out any interest that their growing assassins might have in the world outside of killing their intended targets. They would beat it out of their charges or brainwash, amongst other means, if that was what it took.
And when Natasha had helped free Yelena, Melina and Alexei from the Red Room, Yelena had been free to pursue the interests she wanted to pursue.
Lining the shelves attached to the walls, were books on animals, magazines on animals, horror novels, action movie DVDs, lesbian porn-amongst Yelena's favorite, hah. Next to those shelves were posters of metal bands, and posters from horror movies and action movies.
Yelena, sighed, turning away from that and headed to the bathroom. She needed to take a damn shower.
She leaned over the sink, glaring at herself in the mirror as she was close to the mirror.
Natasha…Yelena loved her. Natasha was her sister, her protector, so yes, Yelena loved her. But god damn it, it wasn't fucking fair! Why the hell didn't she get to see her mate?
Yelena felt her hands clench around the sides of the sink, anger beginning to rise inside of her again.
Why didn't she get to see her romantic partner soulmate?! Why?!
Yelena growled, thinking about everything that she knew of her, Melina and Natasha's romantic partner soulmate. Clarke. Her, Melina and Natasha's little girl, she had been alienated and forsaken by her own people, the Ark people, had been unwanted by them. Even by her own adoptive mother, Abby Griffin. And then had to wipe out an entire civilization of people, the Mountain Men, to save herself, and was traumatized.
Then she had been isolated in the woods alone, then taken somewhere, by someone.
Yelena's jaw clenched. Her mate had been through all that, and she hadn't found her.
Yelena screamed, burning, painful rage fueling her every movement and she raised her clenched fists and slammed them down onto the sides of the sink, the strength of her super soldier serum, cracking the sink in half.
The sink split in half, the porcelain halves dropping with loud, shattering noises down onto the floor around her bare feet, causing Yelena to snarl out in rage again.
She heard footsteps coming running up the stairs and she screamed again in anger, furious that again, she was being bothered, even though she knew Melina and Alexei were just doing it because they were protective of her.
Melina and Alexei came bursting in through the door and came into the room, and Melina bolted to the bathroom doorway, her eyes wide when she saw Yelena there, with shattered porcelain all around her.
"Yelena?" Melina asked, eyes wide.
Yelena stared at her, shaking, green eyes filled with tears now, her body shaking with anger.
"Why?" Yelena asked, pained, "Why couldn't I have found her? Why wasn't it me? Why couldn't I find Clarke and protect her?!"
Yelena shook with anger and pain, tears streaming down her face.
Another question she didn't ask, but wanted to; why the hell had Natasha left? Why hadn't Natasha trusted her sister?!
Melina moved closer fast. She had shoes on, so she was in no danger of cutting her feet on the shards around her and Yelena.
She took Yelena into her arms and Yelena shook against her as the blonde cried into her mother's right shoulder.
Yelena was an angry being, that could not be debated, by any measure.
But here was the problem with anger.
Anger almost always was fueled by one thing-pain.