musicdied: (distant)
Yelena Belova ([personal profile] musicdied) wrote in [community profile] apocalypsehowcomm2022-05-01 07:38 pm

Network

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.]
worthallthis: (doubtful)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-09 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Me? Less trouble?" He looks vaguely skeptical, but maybe not entirely seriously so. He gives her wrist a careful little squeeze, then sits back again, focusing down on the metal arm again. "Tell me about her," he offers. "If you want to."
worthallthis: (thinking)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-14 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Winter nods. He doesn't miss. He can only assume that at some point maybe Natasha did.

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."
worthallthis: (lookdown-mask)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-22 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
"It was a little disc. Thing. I had to pull it off. Reboot the arm." He remembers the swinging motion of it, the hair in his face, the frustration and fear and anger that she'd tricked him.

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."
worthallthis: (Default)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-23 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
He tries to grasp at the rest of the memory, but all he gets is a confused moment of Steve saying that damn name, staring at him in shock and dismay, disconnected from the rest of the mission. He shakes his head, digging into one of his many pockets for his notebook. He ought to write all that down before he forgets.

"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.
worthallthis: (frowny face)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-24 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
"You're not going to die here fighting monsters," Winter says, looking up at her and frowning. "Not unless I do first."

He never wants to exist in this place without her. If she's going, he's going first, dammit.
worthallthis: (confused)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-25 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
She does have a point. He just doesn't like it. He looks briefly conflicted, just a little, before he turns his attention properly to the notebook and starts writing down the memory to the best of his ability.

"I don't want you to die, either," he says after a moment of silence, voice low.
worthallthis: (lookdown-sarge)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-26 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Good plan, Yelena. He would be upset.

"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."
worthallthis: (smilesad)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-31 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"You are a special case," Winter points out, though not without a little warmth in his voice. For him, that's a lot of warmth. He responds to her lean by reaching up and tapping very gently on her forehead with one finger. "Besides, I haven't protected all those people. Or even most of those people." Winter shakes his head a little. "I think some of them more often wind up trying to help me."
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-06-01 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
"At least with me. There's fixing needed," he allows. He's probably a pretty safe place to put feelings like that. Who knows, it might even actually help.

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.
worthallthis: (but i did it)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-06-02 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know how I want to be," he says simply. "Except not a Fear Entity's thing." He turns back to his book to finish writing down the last of the memory, and asks, "Want me to get you more water? Some of the pills?" He means tylenol rather than whatever medical sent here, unless she specifies. He doesn't trust the doctors.

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.
worthallthis: (thinking)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-06-06 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He starts to get up, closing his notebook, then pauses and glances at her, brows together. "No. Why would I."
worthallthis: (confused)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-06-08 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
... huh.

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.
Edited 2022-06-08 07:35 (UTC)