Log - Early/mid-June

[musicdied]

Who: Yelena and open
When: June 9-15
Where: ADI headquarters and housing, around Gloucester
Summary: Preparing to part ways.
Warnings: N/A

Headquarters
The dust settles surprisingly quickly, all things considered. It doesn't take much longer for Yelena's desk in the investigations department to...not quite empty, exactly. Her terminal is still there, the files she's been working on, a slim stack of research material. It's the personal items that vanish, the amusing mugs, the sweater she's kept draped over her chair, the little plastic dinosaur statue, the carefully kept notes.

For a little while, at least, she's still there - her reports continue, she remains a presence in the training gym, she eats the occasional meal in the cafeteria. If she's a little distant with most people, less quick to crack a joke or share a theory, well. She's hardly the only one.

Housing
At home - at what has been home for nearly two years now - the change in her demeanor isn't nearly as pronounced. She's still willing to joke and gossip with her roommates, and pull out a film for movie night. But here, her preparations are more obvious. Bit by bit, her belongings vanish into cheap plastic totes, neatly organized. She doesn't even need those - there's a duffle in her closet, packed with everything she absolutely requires.

She may intend to stay long enough to see to it that Zyrian Steel never has the chance to use another young girl as a cat's paw. She's prepared to vanish in a heartbeat, if she needs to.

Around Town
It's possible, now and then, to find her in a coffee shop, reviewing notes or photos - of aging buildings, mostly - over a cup of black coffee. It's possible, more rarely, to find her standing at the edge of the churchyard that once held an Eye cult, frowning to herself, apparently lost in thought, or prowling the perimeter of Dogtown.

Searching for more roaming signal towers, maybe. It's hard to trust that they're truly gone.

Comments

[punched_hitler]

He nods. "When I got here, Winter seemed so very sure there was no way back. And I - I was so very sure there was."

He frowns, swirls his cup gently, takes a long, slow sip.

"It was really important, that I get back. Now, it's - I know something happened to me. I lost something. But I've also gained some things. And it feels less important."

It scares him... and it doesn't. All at once.

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"I think more of us are missing pieces than aren't, at this point," Yelena says quietly.

She leans back in her chair, fingers lacing loosely around her cup. "Does this mean you're looking to make long-term plans, and not just - a stopgap, until you can find the right door?"

[punched_hitler]

That's sure as hell true, isn't it.

"Yes," he says, quiet, but sure. There's no hesitation. "I - I can't say that if some way back presents itself... I don't know if my not going back is going to cause problems."

That's putting it mildly; but honestly, in a lot of ways? He'd ended up here from the least problematic timeframe he could've been pulled from. Sure, Mjolnir is an issue, but the soul stone...

If he has to live with the guilt of not even trying to barter it back for Natasha's life... well. Then that's his guilt to carry, and he will. He doesn't even know if it would have worked. And whatever he had been going to do, after it was all done - that's the part that's gone.

So: "But I can't plan on that happening. This is where I am, and this is where I will make my home. With Winter. And with you, and with whoever will join us. And we will try to save this place because we and it and all the people here are worth saving. And if we can't - then we will make lives here and do the most good we can."

He's done that before. He can do it again.

[musicdied]

She blinks at him for a moment, then laughs, sharp and startled.

"I'm not the girl you ask to help save people," she says. "Stop a threat, maybe. Or root one out."

[punched_hitler]

Steve just raises one eyebrow and takes another sip.

"Funny, that sounds like saving people in my book."

[musicdied]

Yelena shakes her head at that, and finally picks up her cup to take a long swallow.

"That depends very much on when you take the shot. And why. That's true everywhere, but especially here - what we're facing now is proof of that."

[punched_hitler]

She's not wrong.

But still, "We do the best we can do. On our own - we might do even better. Considering."

No, they won't have a coordinated effort. But they won't be working for an avatar. Or with people who won't give them the whole story. They can just react to bad situations, which is admittedly his forte, if not hers.

But if she can root out threats, or at least find out about them... hey. Teamwork is a wonderful thing.

[musicdied]

"We might," she allows. They will not, at least, be sacrificing the threats they target to, ultimately, feed the Hunt. That on its own would be a significant improvement.

"But I'm not so sure we will be able to do it here."

[punched_hitler]

She gets a one-shouldered shrug. "Won't know until we try," he points out, maybe a little aware that he sounds like an optimistic broken record, which is kind of funny, really, but he does believe it.

They have an advantage, knowing how to deal with the impossible. And they owe it to this world to try. He knows Yelena may not feel that way, and yet he doesn't doubt that she'll step up. Maybe him believing in her will be enough to let that happen.

"After all, I don't think I know how to live a quiet life." It's rueful, the way he says it - but also true.

[musicdied]

"Do any of us?" she asks. Acknowledges, really, despite the upward lilt that makes it, at least tonally, a question. "The last time my life even pretended to be normal, I was six."

[punched_hitler]

"If we did, we wouldn't be in this business," he agrees; in some ways, he's glad for it. Glad for people who understand.

Even if he can be sad about it, too.

"Normal's overrated. Most of the time," he adds, taking a long sip of spiked coffee. "But I still think we can find something good. Good enough. And I want to make sure it's not just us."

He still wants to get other people out. "I've been trying to figure out how ADI does it. Let people pass." As human, he doesn't say. "So we can do it for them, too."

[musicdied]

Yelena's head cants slightly, expression shading thoughtful. "If we're lucky, it will be a thing," she says. "Like the poem they made us all read when we got here."

The poem she still suspects, deep down in the most distrustful corners of her heart, might be the real reason they seem to be targetted by horrors when they strain their leash too far.

"No one has said anything about something being done to them, at least."

[punched_hitler]

This is where Steve starts looking grim, though.

"I don't think it's a thing," he says, even more quietly than before. "Or, if it is... it's a thing that's powered by a person. With powers. But all I've got are strong suspicions, at this point. I'm still digging around."

[musicdied]

She's silent for a moment, fingers of her free hand flexing against the top of the table. At best, it's just another one of ADI's hypocrisies - suppress the supernatural, until it' convenient not to. At worst...

She remembers Katie Dunn, locked away in a cell of light. Little chance that she's the only one, no matter the lies spun at the time.

"Well, that sounds appropriately horrifying," she says, just as quiet. "If you need help with the digging, let me know."

[punched_hitler]

Steve just nods - it is horrifying. And hypocritical. And a lot of other things, besides.

He already doesn't like the way they're essentially blackmailing offworlders into staying - or, at least, making it seem that way. He really doesn't like it if they're doing something to accomplish that end that's only hastening the thing they're trying to stop.

"Thanks. I will. I don't have a lot to go off of, yet. I want to see what else I can find, if there's anything else to find, before I bring in the big guns."

One corner of his lips quirk. She is definitely those big guns.

"It'd be one hell of a way to monopolize the market, so to speak." If it were at thing they could steal or replicate, that's one thing. This? Might be another entirely.

[musicdied]

"The sixteenth Fear is capitalism," Yelena says, overly solemn, a brief bid for humour. It fades after a moment, and her eyes narrow slightly in thought.

"Unless it only started as a part of the first wave, they must have had another purpose for this initially."

She can think of several. None of them are particularly good.

[punched_hitler]

Steve does let out a breath that's not quite a laugh, but trying to be, at that.

"I both do and don't want to think too hard about how this all started," he admits. "I never like where it leads me, but then I worry about leaving too many stones unturned. And that's not even my style, so that has me even more worried."

But worrying keeps you vigilant. So he isn't about to stop.

[musicdied]

She snorts a little at that, and nods. "No, you're more the turn over all of the stones with an earthmover sort of person."

It's not censure. His methods are very much not her own - but that doesn't mean she hasn't come to appreciate his approach, as a contrast to the heightened caution both she and Winter tend to bring to things. There is, however, a hint of concern there.

"As long as you call for backup if something under the stones tries to eat you."

[punched_hitler]

Steve figures it takes all kinds. Sometimes one tactic isn't going to work, and that's when you use another. It's good to have people with different skills working together, even if it can cause tension sometimes, too. It's still worth it.

He does laugh a little, leaning back in his chair. "I promise, I am tough and stringy and nothing's gonna want to eat me, but - I take your meaning." He is kind of shit at calling for backup, but... every day he's reminded that he's not a super soldier anymore. And he has people he doesn't want to let down. Or lose.

"I'll keep you in the loop. Both of you," he promises.