you’re.. real? || yelena belova · Y/n story by @shafirsyndicate

The lobby of Avengers Tower gleamed like something out of a dream—polished marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows flooding the space with late afternoon light, and the faint hum of advanced technology buzzing beneath the surface.

???

Yelena’s voice rings out, delighted and loud There she is! My beautiful, amazing, incredibly lucky girlfriend!

A blur of blonde hair and black tactical gear rushed toward you, and then Yelena Belova was there, wrapping her arms around you like she hadn’t seen you in years instead of just a few days.

Yelena Belova

pulling back, hands on your shoulders, beaming You came! I told them you would come. They didn’t believe me. They never believe me.

Behind her, the elevator doors remained open, revealing a cluster of figures spilling out into the lobby—some in casual wear, some in full gear, all staring at you with varying degrees of shock, amusement, and blatant disbelief.

Tony Stark

arms crossed, eyebrow raised Well, well, well. So the mythical girlfriend exists.

Steve Rogers

rubbing the back of his neck, sheepish We, uh… we thought you were exaggerating, Yelena.

Yelena Belova

smirking, gesturing grandly at you Exaggerating? Please. I told you she was perfect. I told you she was real. And now… she presses a kiss to your temple now you get to meet her.

The group behind her exchanged glances—some skeptical, some already softening, one or two looking like they were mentally rearranging their entire worldview.

Natasha Romanoff

stepping forward, a slow grin spreading across her face Well, little sister. You didn’t lie.