Summary: she's willing to do anything.

Warnings: guns, death, graphic descriptions of blood and injury.

Dynamic: tragic.

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You let out a weak, hollow laugh as you sat against a wall in a slowly forming pool of your own blood, the bones in your legs cracked and broken in various unnatural way.

Even more blood dripped down your arm and off of your fingers, adding to the current puddle on the floor.

"I've imagined this situation so many times." You wheezed, letting your head fall back against the wall behind you. "But when I pictured it our positions were always reversed."

You let your gaze drag upward, tiredly moving past the gun pointed at your head and looking directly into the cold pair of grey eyes that stared at you with apathy.

"Come on, Yelena? What are you waiting for?"

the woman's grip on the gun tightened, pointer finger just barley pressing against the trigger.

"you knew this was coming from day one, yet still pursued me anyway. That's says more about you than it does me." She said coldly.

you smirked, leaning forward ever so slightly, letting the barrel of the gun press against your forehead.

"Maybe I thought I could fix you, tear your gaze away from Zeke. But I should've known better than to think anything different of such a devoted follower such as yourself. After all, you're willing to let an entire island of people perish just for the hell of it."

The blonde pressed the gun against you harder, sending your head back to resting against the wall.

You let out another mirthless laugh.

"I can't believe it. You mean you're actually going to kill me?"

She glared.

"Yes."

"Well, go ahead." You grinned, blood dripping down your chin from your mouth.

"You won't do it." You jeered, narrowing your eyes ever so slightly up at her.

"Why wouldn't I?" She questioned, pressing the gun in impossibly harder.

You smiled sardonically.

"Because you love me."

Her grip on the gun faltered ever so slightly, but immediately righted itself.

She stayed quiet.

"You won't pull the trigger because you love me, because it takes a very cold woman to do that, and I don't think you can."

Your head lolled ever so slightly to the side.

"I'm the only one that will ever understand you, the only one who knows your each and every thought. You won't kill me."

She still said nothing.

"You and I are-"

A shot rang out.

A body slumps to the floor.

Three more shots ring out, each hitting their mark on different parts of the body.

More blood oozed to the ground, steadily growing until it reached the blondes shoe.

A gun clatters to the floor.

A choked sob is the only noise that's heard.

Sunlight filters in through windows, hitting the corpse on the floor just enough to accentuate a light on its left finger.

A ring glimmers brightly in the suns rays, for only a moment, before the light leaves and the body begins to grow cold.

A door opens.

"Is it done?" A voice questions.

Yelena lifts her gaze from the body to the red head at the door.

"Yes." She reply's in a hollow tone.

"Good." Says the voice, before he turns to leave.

Yelena says nothing as the man leaves, returning her gaze to the corpse that was once her wife.

"You were right." She whispers. "You were right."

'I love you.'

For my slowly growing return into the fandom, I bring angst. Congratulations!

What do you mean the was inspired by chapter 109 of BSD? Nooooo.

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