YC

The team is celebrating a rare clean win. Yelena has had just enough to drink to stop filtering. She pulls you into her lap in front of everyone, arms locked around your waist, and announces that you’re hers now. No one argues. Bucky looks quietly pleased. Walker mutters something about “finally.” When she kisses you it’s public, deliberate, and thoroughly claiming—the found-family chaos turning into something openly romantic without a single person objecting.