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The gun is not unexpected, but it barely gets a glance. Anastasia's attention is fixed entirely on Yelena and if the gun gives her a feeling of security then she's more than happy to ignore it being pointed at her.
At her question the likeness of the widow melts away, blonde hair turning black, skin and clothing twisting like putty and in the blink of an eye someone entirely different stands in front of Yelena, a dark haired young woman in casual jeans and a green sweater, the only thing that hasn't changed is her apologetic expression.
"My name's Gemini. I was tasked with killing a widow and after you escaped me in Bangkok I tracked down Anastasia." She sighs regretfully, both for the widow's fate and for the horror of what she put Yelena through. "Please do not run, I'm not here to hurt you." She repeats, hands still up, trying to convey in her tone that she's not lying.
At her question the likeness of the widow melts away, blonde hair turning black, skin and clothing twisting like putty and in the blink of an eye someone entirely different stands in front of Yelena, a dark haired young woman in casual jeans and a green sweater, the only thing that hasn't changed is her apologetic expression.
"My name's Gemini. I was tasked with killing a widow and after you escaped me in Bangkok I tracked down Anastasia." She sighs regretfully, both for the widow's fate and for the horror of what she put Yelena through. "Please do not run, I'm not here to hurt you." She repeats, hands still up, trying to convey in her tone that she's not lying.
She doesn't even get fully through her transformation before Yelena lets off a shot, then two more, into the- thing's head. And suddenly she is trapped in a horror movie, because it actually doesn't do anything to her at all. Her form seems to melt and bend before snapping back into place, the bullet casings clattering to the floor. "What the fuck?" she mutters darkly, staring in shock at the very different woman that now stands in front of her, whole and fine, despite three shots to the head.
Yelena's mind is moving a warp speed, but she does catch the two things that interest her most: taksed with killing a widow and-- "Bangkok?" It's been so long, but she remembers it in a sort of perfect clarity. "Suka," she swears, "And you think that I am going to believe any of this? That somehow it is okay? You are insane!"
But she doesn't know how to handle the situation now. She's still reeling from watching her melt into whoever is standing in front of her now. From watching her skin simply snap back from what would easily kill anyone else. So she's just standing in the middle of the kitchen, livid and terrified all at once, and a little rooted to the spot just now.
Yelena's mind is moving a warp speed, but she does catch the two things that interest her most: taksed with killing a widow and-- "Bangkok?" It's been so long, but she remembers it in a sort of perfect clarity. "Suka," she swears, "And you think that I am going to believe any of this? That somehow it is okay? You are insane!"
But she doesn't know how to handle the situation now. She's still reeling from watching her melt into whoever is standing in front of her now. From watching her skin simply snap back from what would easily kill anyone else. So she's just standing in the middle of the kitchen, livid and terrified all at once, and a little rooted to the spot just now.
"Ow." She deadpans, smiling weakly at her joke, a feeble attempt to break the ice that falls entirely flat given the circumstances. She'd been expecting Yelena's reaction, but it doesn't make it any easier in trying to get through to her. So she stands by the kitchen counter, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, and trying not to fall into the great chasm of guilt that opens up every time she looks at someone impacted by her past actions.
"My name is Gemini." She says soothingly, holding up her hands to try and pacify Yelena. "I used to work for HYDRA. They knew about the Red Room and ordered me to infiltrate his operation. That's why I attacked you." She spoke quickly, trying to get over what she needed to and prevent the fight or flight instinct from kicking in.
"I know it's not ok, I remember what I did to you and I want you to know how sorry I am." Her memories of the fight with Yelena were crystal clear, of ambushing her in the shape of something truly nightmarish, of deliberately drawing out the chase for her own sick enjoyment, drinking in Yelena's fear and desperation, as she failed to harm the creature hunting her, relishing every injury she inflicted and then taking Yelena's shape to .mock her before the final kill. The memory was so strong it made her physically flinch in disgust, the only relief being that she hadn't managed to add the widow to the long list of her victims.
"My name is Gemini." She says soothingly, holding up her hands to try and pacify Yelena. "I used to work for HYDRA. They knew about the Red Room and ordered me to infiltrate his operation. That's why I attacked you." She spoke quickly, trying to get over what she needed to and prevent the fight or flight instinct from kicking in.
"I know it's not ok, I remember what I did to you and I want you to know how sorry I am." Her memories of the fight with Yelena were crystal clear, of ambushing her in the shape of something truly nightmarish, of deliberately drawing out the chase for her own sick enjoyment, drinking in Yelena's fear and desperation, as she failed to harm the creature hunting her, relishing every injury she inflicted and then taking Yelena's shape to .mock her before the final kill. The memory was so strong it made her physically flinch in disgust, the only relief being that she hadn't managed to add the widow to the long list of her victims.
[4. I really need you to explain "😩💥💳"]
haha I suppose I could see that
He makes me feel old sometimes and I am not even that much older than him....
Oh, yes, you are much more clear about it than the sourpuss
Mr. Lineface 😐
I'm not sure your bestie would know a joke if it punched him in the face
haha I suppose I could see that
He makes me feel old sometimes and I am not even that much older than him....
Oh, yes, you are much more clear about it than the sourpuss
Mr. Lineface 😐
I'm not sure your bestie would know a joke if it punched him in the face
Edited 2024-11-25 09:21 (UTC)
I'm not really a nightlife idea kinda person. As you well know. My idea of a good time is finding a place with the least amount of people possible.
But I know that's not really your thing.
But I know that's not really your thing.
...
I did, yeah.
But dancing was a lot different back then.
I did, yeah.
But dancing was a lot different back then.
It's not strange.
It's all I remember too.
There was nothing before you.
It's all I remember too.
There was nothing before you.
Starting with this cold night?
...
With you coming back to bed?
...
With you coming back to bed?
Can I admit to you that the decision making process is still very overwhelming to me, so if you can figure out somewhere for us to go, that doesn't involve me standing up in front of a crowd, but also having fun with you, I'd be very grateful?
Mixed into a crowd could be ok. As long as it's not massive.
Yelena tucks the phone into her pocket and pads her way back to the room they've been sharing. "Hey," she whispers, slipping under the blankets to wrap herself around him, not all so unlike she had become a backpack for him; she's certainly small enough against him for it, at any rate.
"Miss me?" she murmurs softly into his ear, her cheek pressed against his own.
"Miss me?" she murmurs softly into his ear, her cheek pressed against his own.
Yeah. That sounds good.
And I'll be with you.
And I'll be with you.
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