Yelena Belova (
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Who: Yelena Belova
Username: jelica
Warnings: hallucinations, apocalyptic scenarios (please warn more specifically in the subject line if applicable.
[Yelena has never been what anyone would call a good patient. Even aside from the fact that she hates feeling vulnerable, she's never taken well to enforced idleness. She'd escaped medical the second she was able, but it will be a few weeks until she's up for her usual routine, which leaves her in need of something on which to focus her considerable energy.
Fortunately - or unfortunately - there's the flower-marked cellars they'd found in Dogtown the previous month, her investigation of which she'd had to cut shorter than she might have otherwise liked in order to join the excursion to Springfield, to distract her.]
For anyone who entered the cellars in Dogtown, what did you see? And where were you, as close as you can narrow down the location?
Did you explore more than one?
[Comparing apocalypse collections: the cheeriest possible topic of conversation.]
Username: jelica
Warnings: hallucinations, apocalyptic scenarios (please warn more specifically in the subject line if applicable.
[Yelena has never been what anyone would call a good patient. Even aside from the fact that she hates feeling vulnerable, she's never taken well to enforced idleness. She'd escaped medical the second she was able, but it will be a few weeks until she's up for her usual routine, which leaves her in need of something on which to focus her considerable energy.
Fortunately - or unfortunately - there's the flower-marked cellars they'd found in Dogtown the previous month, her investigation of which she'd had to cut shorter than she might have otherwise liked in order to join the excursion to Springfield, to distract her.]
For anyone who entered the cellars in Dogtown, what did you see? And where were you, as close as you can narrow down the location?
Did you explore more than one?
[Comparing apocalypse collections: the cheeriest possible topic of conversation.]
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Her nose wrinkles as she considers the construction of that sentence, then shrugs it off. She's recovering from fighting a fucking evil candle, a little bit of redundant wording can only be expected.
She glances down at his hand, and musters a faint smile. "It's probably good you aren't her. You cause a lot less trouble."
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She's silent for a long moment, then says quietly, "She was brave. Fierce. When our first mission ended, and Dreykov's soldiers came to claim us back, she disarmed one of them and held them all at gunpoint. To keep from going back. To protect me. They would have killed her, probably, if Alexei hadn't talked her down, she was only a girl. But they wouldn't all have survived her."
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He thinks hard. Was she one of the girls he trained? Or did they keep her and Yelena separated? He saw her in the nightmare that tried to strangle Yelena, much younger, had she looked familiar then? "Red hair, right?" A pause, a memory. "I. Think I shot her once. She shorted out my arm."
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They'd all been trained in disguise, in disappearing. Colouring their hair is only one small part of that.
She makes a low noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sniffle. "That sounds like her. She was very good with the Widow's Bite when...when I last saw her."
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He's going to have to do that again here, too, he thinks. He's already done it a couple times, but once he fixes a couple more things a reset is going to be necessary.
"She was smart," he continues. "She. Used a voice recording to make me blow up the wrong car. But I still shot her. I would have killed her. I don't remember why I didn't."
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A pause, and she smiles faintly, crooked and more than a little rueful. "If she wasn't on a SHIELD mission, she might have still interfered. She wanted to atone for what we are."
Natasha, she thinks, would have said what they were. Yelena has no such illusions.
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"Do you want to atone, too?" he asks, looking down at a blank page, not writing yet, though he knows he needs to. Sometimes memories don't stick around long.
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"Fuck," she says. And then, "No. It's a fairy tale. I could spend every day of my life caring for orphans and three-legged puppies, and it won't make any of the people I've killed any less dead. I want to tear down every last inch of Dreykov's network, and then salt the ground so nothing can grow in its place."
The smile that flickers across her face is sharp, and has very little to do with humour. "But probably I'm going to die here fighting monsters, so it doesn't really matter either way."
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He never wants to exist in this place without her. If she's going, he's going first, dammit.
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"It's not something I want to do," she assures. "Just...it's the likely outcome. For both of us, probably. We just need to make sure to bring enough explosives to take the horrors with us."
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"I don't want you to die, either," he says after a moment of silence, voice low.
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She is never, ever going to tell him exactly how she managed to ensure Dreykov's demise.
"But you have to promise me the same."
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"I have to be here to protect people. And I know you don't want anything to happen to me," he assures her. "Steve doesn't, either. Or Kate or Malcolm or Cortana. Or Martin or Meredith." (Who isn't gone yet at this point.) He frowns down at his notebook, then says, "That's a lot of people."
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She leans forward - slowly, carefully, ignoring the tug and throb of her wounds - and smiles at him. "Trust me, I should know."
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"They know you would. But you're not wrong. Some of the people here like very much to think they can fix people." A moment's pause before she allows, "It's not a bad thing to want, in comparison to some things."
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He taps her forehead again, this time a little longer, giving a tiny push. You lay back again, Yelena. He saw that tightening around the eyes that means pain.
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She goes a little cross-eyed peering up at his finger. It looks ridiculous, and is very much deliberate. She acquiesces to the silent order, sinking back against her propped up pillows, though not without a huff of exasperation. She's never had any sort of accelerated healing. That doesn't mean she isn't annoyed with her body for not returning to normal function now, for needing things like rest and quiet and painkillers that fog her thoughts more than she's comfortable with.
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Someone should maybe also tell him he can take tylenol, too. He's still used to painkillers not working on him, and has never actually used any, even now that he's recovering from burns and his stupid arm is malfunctioning.
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"Some water, please. I think it's another two hours before I should take any more painkillers." She pauses, frowning slightly as she considers him. "Have you been taking anything for your hurts?"
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"Because you're in pain," she says. "You're not healing. That means painkillers should work on you. You don't have to hurt as badly as you are."
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Yelena can clearly see the realization that it might be possible for painkillers to work on him now dawn on him. And the clear mixed feelings he has about it.
He doesn't answer, he just gets up and limps out of the room to get her water.
And stare for a long moment at the bottle of tylenol while he does it.
He'll think about it.