The holidays are a weird time for Daisy. With her former team - her family - kind of breaking off and doing their own thing between being busy as the Director of SHIELD, an agent out in the field, teaching at the Academy, going on a bit of soul searching, retiring or... going into space in her case, it means not everyone is aware of the holidays or in touch with each other and it's...lonely. There are familiar faces she recognizes out on missions or in debriefs, but they're not the same as the people she spent many years with saving the world. Or Yelena, even if they haven't known each other all that long.
Daisy likes Yelena and seeing she isn't at the holiday party, it makes her decision an easy one as she puts in a little face time, grabs some goodies, steals a sprig of mistletoe and some vodka before deciding to head to Yelena's instead. It's all without a text to let her know she's on her way so she kind of feels a rise of anxiousness for a moment, thinking that maybe dropping by is a stupid idea and Yelena won't hesitate to tell her so.
But. Maybe it isn't.
"Open up, I have presents!" It comes after a quick three knock pattern, to try and entice Yelena in opening up the door. "And it's cold!"
Despite the fact that Christmas, and more specifically American Christmas was one of her favorite things in the world, she’s just not feeling very festive. So, Yelena is holed up in her flat, on the couch with a fuzzy blanket and her dog next to her, trying to decide what to put on tv for background noise.
Which, of course, is when the knock comes on her door.
She isn’t expecting anyone and it brings a touch of a frown to her features. “Ostavat’sya,” she murmurs quietly to Franny, who perks up at the knock, but does as asked with familiar command; she still watches Yelena very closely as she goes to answer the door.
The knock, rhythmic in the same way twice, comes again and this time a voice is accompanied with with it. A voice Yelena recognizes, which drops all of her hackles as she yanks the door open, “Daisy Johnson, what are you doing here?”
"Saving you, from the looks of things." There's a note of teasing, of mirth between her tone and the glint in her eyes as she looks at Yelena, noting that her place seems quiet - aside from the shuffle of the dog on the couch because she is curious, as is her right - and Daisy decides that is probably about as bad as it would've been had she gone back to her place with her tiny pre-decorated tree and festive wear on her hula girl to keep her company.
It would've been worse, because at least Yelena has her dog.
"I saw you didn't get dragged to the party, so I brought the party to you," she's holding up the arm full of items she stuffed in a decorative bag she'd taken on her way out so she had a way of holding everything and tries to move it enticingly for Yelena. "It's not a bad time, right?"
"From what?" she glances back over her shoulder into her flat, "Being home and with my dog? That is basically everyone's wish in life, yes?"
Still, she isn't actually denying her entry into her apartment, as she side-steps to give her space to walk in and Yelena locks up behind her. Locks make her feel better, even if she knows, given her specific line of work, they are essentially useless.
"Did you bring half of the snack table with you?" she asks, amused. "No, no bad time. Just a boring one... which will be less so, now that you are. here." she snaps in Franny's direction, which gives her permission to finally leap from the couch and run over to sniff at Daisy's shoes and lick her knee. Just dog things, you know.
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mistletoe things...that might have to do with the stray start i'm sending your way later
Daisy likes Yelena and seeing she isn't at the holiday party, it makes her decision an easy one as she puts in a little face time, grabs some goodies, steals a sprig of mistletoe and some vodka before deciding to head to Yelena's instead. It's all without a text to let her know she's on her way so she kind of feels a rise of anxiousness for a moment, thinking that maybe dropping by is a stupid idea and Yelena won't hesitate to tell her so.
But. Maybe it isn't.
"Open up, I have presents!" It comes after a quick three knock pattern, to try and entice Yelena in opening up the door. "And it's cold!"
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Which, of course, is when the knock comes on her door.
She isn’t expecting anyone and it brings a touch of a frown to her features. “Ostavat’sya,” she murmurs quietly to Franny, who perks up at the knock, but does as asked with familiar command; she still watches Yelena very closely as she goes to answer the door.
The knock, rhythmic in the same way twice, comes again and this time a voice is accompanied with with it. A voice Yelena recognizes, which drops all of her hackles as she yanks the door open, “Daisy Johnson, what are you doing here?”
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It would've been worse, because at least Yelena has her dog.
"I saw you didn't get dragged to the party, so I brought the party to you," she's holding up the arm full of items she stuffed in a decorative bag she'd taken on her way out so she had a way of holding everything and tries to move it enticingly for Yelena. "It's not a bad time, right?"
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Still, she isn't actually denying her entry into her apartment, as she side-steps to give her space to walk in and Yelena locks up behind her. Locks make her feel better, even if she knows, given her specific line of work, they are essentially useless.
"Did you bring half of the snack table with you?" she asks, amused. "No, no bad time. Just a boring one... which will be less so, now that you are. here." she snaps in Franny's direction, which gives her permission to finally leap from the couch and run over to sniff at Daisy's shoes and lick her knee. Just dog things, you know.