At the assurance of no fight, Yelena takes her at her word and steps from her hiding place, hands up and visible, not on any of the weapons very clearly on her person. She is who she is, she would never be caught unarmed. “Anna… do you know why I am here?”
She ignores the comment about the pain au chocolat for the moment. Maybe when this is over, though…
Yelena also doesn’t trust how calm she is being. It’s a stark difference from how the others before her reacted to Yelena’s sudden presence in their lives. She is still on guard, hackles raised, and ready to spring into action the second it’s necessary.
Anastasia Petrova would almost certainly have a gun in the paper bag. She also might have an idea about why Yelena Belova was on the trail of other widows. Gemini de Mille had no need for the first, and little about the second, the knowledge of Yelena's activities more important than the 'why' when she'd started looking for her.
"I'm sorry but Anna is dead, she has been for six years." She held up her hands to show she meant no harm, her expression sorrowful and apologetic. Perhaos it wasn't the best thing to lead with but she wanted to be honest, even at the cost of potentially getting attacked. It's not hard to miss the whipchord readiness in Yelena's posture, and keeps her own entirely relaxed and unthreatening,
She pulls a gun from a holster at her hip and aims it at the woman in front of her. "Who are you, if you are not Anastasia?" And how the fuck does she look exactly like how Yelena remembers her? She's not attacking, not yet, but she's definitely much more guarded suddenly.
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.
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.
"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.
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She ignores the comment about the pain au chocolat for the moment. Maybe when this is over, though…
Yelena also doesn’t trust how calm she is being. It’s a stark difference from how the others before her reacted to Yelena’s sudden presence in their lives. She is still on guard, hackles raised, and ready to spring into action the second it’s necessary.
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"I'm sorry but Anna is dead, she has been for six years." She held up her hands to show she meant no harm, her expression sorrowful and apologetic. Perhaos it wasn't the best thing to lead with but she wanted to be honest, even at the cost of potentially getting attacked. It's not hard to miss the whipchord readiness in Yelena's posture, and keeps her own entirely relaxed and unthreatening,
"Please, I'm just here to talk."
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She pulls a gun from a holster at her hip and aims it at the woman in front of her. "Who are you, if you are not Anastasia?" And how the fuck does she look exactly like how Yelena remembers her? She's not attacking, not yet, but she's definitely much more guarded suddenly.
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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.
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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.
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"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.