meet me at our spot | n.r x oc | ✓

7 - aw, he's sensitive

[yelena's pov]

"You know,"
I tuck my thumbs under the sides of my green vest,
"this is the first piece of clothing I've ever bought for myself."

I'm sitting on the passenger side of the car next to Natasha, while Stefaniya opted for the backseat as she wanted to lay across the seats to take a nap.

"That?"

"Yeah. You don't like it?"

"Is that like a..."
Natasha glances over, shifting her attention between me and the road.
"Is it an army surplus, or..."

"Okay, it has a lot of pockets,"
I argue.

Natasha chuckles, chewing on a piece of gum.

"But I use them all the time, and I made some of my own modifications."
I graze my finger over my small knife sitting in a leather sheath that I attached to the inner lining of a pocket.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Whatever. Shut up. The point is, I've never... I've never had control over my own life before, now I do. I want to do things."

Natasha hums.
"I like your vest,"
she admits.

"I knew it. I knew you did. It's so cool, right?"

"It's good. Yes. I like it."

"And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know."

"Hah."
Natasha looks into the rearview mirror.
"Is she asleep?"

I shift around in my seat to observe Stefaniya, who is definitely out cold. I smile, happy that she's finally gotten a chance to sleep.

"Yes."

"What's going on between you two?"

"What?"

"Come on, Yelena. I may not have seen you for over two decades, but I'm not blind, either."

"You're an idiot, Natasha."

"What? I'm just curious."

"I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you're asking."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm not really... anything."

Natasha hums.

"Why are you so interested in our relationship?"

"No reason."

Realization dawns on me.
"Oh, my god, you're into her."

Natasha coughs, her cheeks flushing red.
"What?"

I chortle.
"You totally are."

"Shut up, Yelena."

"Fine."

A silence passes until Natasha speaks again.