Chapter 4 ━━ Stop Destroying!

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"Are you sure that you want to leave?" Yelena questions for the thousandth time as Hedeon walks to the front door with his backpack hanging over his shoulders. It's been a day since Rick confirmed that Natasha received the vials safely and Hedeon decides to leave. "You can stay here as long as you want."

"Я не хочу больше быть для тебя обузой." (I don't want to be a burden to you anymore) He says, fiddling with the stripes of his backpack. His backpack feels so heavy even though it only has a few clothes, supplies and his assassin suit. Deep down, he wants to stay with her.

"Ты для меня не обузой, Гедеон." (You're not a burden to me, Hedeon) She says, crossing her arms.

"Я знаю." (I know) He smiles cheekily and she pokes his cheek.

"Send me a postcard."

"And if you want my nudes don't be shy to ask." Hedeon winks at her.

"Hedeon, you asshole." Yelena shakes her head slightly, laughing before throwing her arms around him, embracing tightly. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Me too, my pretty little vixen." He hugs her back, not wanting to let go. When he finally does, Yelena kisses his cheek.

Hedeon's whole body freezes, face turns into shades of red, a shiver runs down his body and goosebumps raise, mocking him. "I-I gotta go."

"Yeah. You got the keys? Remember where the motorbike is parked?"

"Я не ребенок."
(I'm not a kid)

"Of course, you're not. You set my kitchen on fire yesterday and splashed the kissel I made for both of us all over the kitchen to cut down the fire!"

"I'm out."

"Yeah. You better go before I kick your ass." Yelena jokes.

"Uh-Huh." He grins before stumbling towards the elevator. As soon as he reaches the elevator, it dings and opens the door.

Hedeon enters in and stands as his hand goes up to his cheek, replaying the kiss over and over again. Smiling like a madman, he wonders what it'll be to feel her lips on his lips instead of his cheek.

He sighs, knowing she won't approve and he's going to embarrass himself. And their friendship might break into pieces. He's not going to let that happen. He values their friendship more than anything in the world.

As he walks out of the apartment complex, he lowers his baseball cap to cover his face to avoid the unwanted attention. He decides to go to the cafe for a coffee and relax before his long journey.

In the corner of his eye, he sees a figure moving to the table he is now sitting.

"Доброе утро, сэр. Что я могу для вас получить?"
(Good morning, sir. What can I get for you?)

Not even bothering to look up, he answers. "Один черный кофе."
(One black coffee)

"Что-нибудь еще, сэр?"
(Anything else, sir?)

He looks up at the waitress. Her smile is wide and a huge layer of makeup covering her face. Batting her eyelashes like her life depends on it and twirling the brown hair strand attempting to seduce him. He's not in a mood for this. The nightmares, his weird reaction towards blood and his newly found feelings to his best friend are all over his head. In other words, his head is full of anxiety.

He shakes his head, leaning his back into the chair. "Nope."

She notes it down and walks away, swaying her hips unnaturally in the process.

He can't help but roll his eyes and let out a sigh in exhaustion. For the last few days, he realised something. Yelena has the ability to chase away his nightmares somehow. Every time he spends the night away from her, the nightmares haunt him down. But when they hold each other, it's all calm for him. It's like she has a secret power or maybe because he feels comfortable when she's near her. Latter seems to be more realistic and if she has any super power, he'll be the first to know.

"Вы в порядке, сэр?"
(Are you okay, sir?)

Hedeon is dragged out of his thought bubble from the voice of the previous waitress. She sets the order in front of him and shoots a smile. He notices that her cleavage is now on the show.

Seriously? How desperate can she be?

"Ага. Немного стресса." (Yeah. Just a little bit of stress) He mumbles, taking a sip of his black coffee.

"Я могу помочь тебе избавиться от стресса." (I can help you to get rid of the stress) She whispers, suggestively as she places her hand on his shoulder.

He glares at her, silently but deadly threatening to take her hand off his shoulder before he rips her hand for her. He hates it when people touch him. That's an exemption for Yelena though.

The girl quickly withdraws her hand, looking scared. But that doesn't stop her trying to throw herself on him again. "Что вы думаете?" (What do you think?)

Maybe he should try this way. A little entertainment won't hurt anyway. He mentally groans for even agreeing. "Отлично." (Fine)

After that, all he remembers is pushing the girl into the backdoor and kissing, roughly, earning a satisfied moan from her.

The faint smell of cigarettes is still lingering in the air, even though the alleyway is free from people and only a few vehicles are occupying the space.

From what he gathered, her name is Julia, is clinging to him as he's her new, shiny trophy. Of course, he's her new fling. She doesn't even smell nice like his best friend. Hedeon cannot help but compare. Yelena's simple kiss on the cheek is way better than what he's experiencing now. That's so pure and lovely and this, this is disgusting. This is not what he wants. He wants to feel real love. Not a horrible one nightstand.

He steps back, untangling her from him and pulling his bag over his shoulder.

"Что случилось?" (What's wrong?) Julia asks panting for breath.

"Мне нравятся блондинки, а ты не из них." (I'm into blondes and you're not one) He replies, walking away, leaving a confused Julia behind.

Maybe he should go back and try to make her fall in love with him. But how?

He walks back into Yelena's apartment to hear grunting from the living room. Unconsciously, he pulls out his gun and walks towards the source.

Yelena and a redhead straining and choking each other with a curtain.

"Во что я вошла?" (What did I walk into?) He mumbles, gaining their attention.

"Перемирие." (Truce) Natasha calls off, marking an end to their fight.

"I thought you left." Yelena says, still gasping and panting as he helps her up.

"I did. But I missed your pretty ass already and I have nowhere to go anyway." He shifts on his foot nervously, scratching the back of his neck. He clears his throat and fumbles. "So... I came back to annoy you until I find a place to crash."

"Welcome back, I guess." She smiles, amused by his awkwardness.

Hedeon scoffs and turns to the redhead with a smirk. "Natasha Romanoff? How is Steve Rogers?"

"Ignore him. He's obsessed over your avenger friends. He has a soft spot for the star spangled man." The blonde remarks, rolling her eyes at her best friend.

"Buttercup, you cannot ignore me if you try." Hedeon smirks.

"Ты вырос." (You've grown up) Natasha comments at her sister, almost in disbelief.

"Нет дерьма." (No shit) Yelena mutters. "You had to come here, didn't you?"

Natasha slaps down the familiar red vials on the table. "Why'd you send me this?"

Hedeon's eyes widen, knowing trouble will follow them soon enough. "Вот дерьмо." (Oh shit)

"You brought it back here?" Yelena asks the Avenger, exchanging glances with Hedeon.

"I'm not here trying to be your friend, but you need to tell me what that is." Natasha says while Yelena walks to the bedroom as others follow her.

"It's a synthetic gas. The counteragent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunizes the brain's neuropathways from external manipulation." Yelena explains, grabbing a backpack and stuffing the vials into it.

"Maybe in English next time?" Natasha suggests, crossing her arms.

"Это противоядие от контроля над разумом. Настоящая зрелая." (It's an antidote to mind control. Real mature) Yelena says with a scoff. "Why don't you take it to one of your super-scientist friends? They can explain it to you. Tony Stark, maybe?"

"Oh, yeah. We're not really talking right now, so..." Natasha trails off only to get cut off by Yelena.

"Great. Perfect timing. Where's an Avenger when you need one?"

"I don't wanna be here. I'm on the run. You could've gotten me killed." The redhead shoots back.

"Большой. Мы все умрем." (Great. We're all gonna die) Hedeon grumbles.

"Well, what was I supposed to do? You're the only superhero person that I know. That was the whole reason I sent it to you." Yelena states. "I kept checking the news, expecting to see Captain America bringing down the Red Room."

Natasha exhaled sharply at the news. "What? Taking down the Red Room? What are you talking about? It's been gone for years. Dreykov's dead. I killed him."

"You don't actually believe that, do you?" Yelena's expression turns into a serious one at Natasha's shocked reaction.

"You really do believe that."

"Dreykov's dead. It took almost destroying the entire city just to get to him." Natasha insists on her belief, recalling her memories of the incident.

"He isn't dead. He was in my head before Yelena took me out." Hedeon says.

"That's not possible."

"If you're so sure, then tell us what happened. Tell us exactly." Yelena demands.

"We rigged bombs."

"Who's we?" Hedeon presses further.

"Clint Barton. Killing Dreykov was the final step in my defection to S.H.I.E.L.D." Natasha clarifies.

"Simple as that?" Yelena questions.

"Yeah, sure, simple. That's what I'd call imploding a five-story building and then shooting it out with the Hungarian Special Forces. Took 10 days in hiding before we could even get out of Budapest."

"And you checked the body? Confirmed the kill?"

"There was nobody left to check." Natasha replies and looks at her guilt. "Not even Dreykov's daughter."

"Are you kidding me?! You baited my little sister to catch the papa brain?!" Anger triggers into Hedeon, as his eyes burn holes through the redhead. At the same time, he loads his gun and points at her head, ready to pierce her skull. "Спасибо за корпорацию, будем брать отсюда." (Thank you for the corporation, we'll take it from here)

Before he shoots her, footsteps on the roof grab their attention. And with that, Widows enters into the apartment and begins to shoot at the small group, making them take cover.

"И вы, дамы, должны знать, что я лучше стреляю, когда злюсь!" (And you ladies should know I'm a better shot when I'm pissed off!) Hedeon yells, shooting back at all of them, passing down his anger towards them.

"Hedeon! God damn it! You have to stay under control, Dickhead!" Yelena snaps at him, grabbing his arm to pull him back. "Asshole doesn't know when to quit."

"You're kidding me, right? I just saved your ass." Hedeon yells back, through the gunshots.

"You've gotta know when the mission's been accomplished, Hedeon. Stop destroying." Yelena demands.

"Stop destroying?" Hedeon chuckles, dryly. "You wanted me to stop? Sorry, my speciality is destroying."

"You're an asshole." Yelena shakes her head in disbelief.