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patient2c:

Cece thought he could avoid everything to do with the Panel and the heroes if he kept to himself but it was never that simple. Someone, a hero or vigilante, had run into him and collapsed in his arms. The shock set off his powers, forcing him to feel every ounce of terror they felt as they died, grasping onto him like a savior. He could feel the weak thread of powers they had before they slipped away, falling slack in his arms with no time to speak of who had done this. It was late. Past curfew. This had to be apart of the murder spree on heroes that had been going on and now he was covered in their blood, looking guilty as he let the body fall to floor and footsteps approached.

Yelena had rarely conformed to the city-wide curfew since she had arrived in New York. It wasn’t just because she didn’t respect American authority, but it was also because all the best assassin work gets done at night. Not that she had really killed anyone lately, but despite the fact that she didn’t like to admit it, the strike teams and the murders had an impact on her life. She wanted to find out what was going on, and make sure that they didn’t get to her target before she did. She was walking down an alley when she saw a man holding the body of another. Yelena approached the scene hesitantly, hand on her gun in case she needed it. “What happened here?” She asked in a low voice.

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spidcrgwens:

“Sorry, I’m just – is there a Starkbucks nearby? Uh. I mean, Starbucks?”

“Starkbucks. Funny, I like that.” Yelena said with what almost resembled a smile. “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s been my experience that you can’t walk more than three blocks without seeing one.”

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thcjackpot:

“On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you think I bombed an audition where all I could say was ‘oh my god, I promise I don’t usually forget lines’ before being asked to leave?” 

“That sounds like at least a 10. But I’m going to presume you already knew that and this was supposed to be a rhetorical question.”

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slcvicshadow:

The men’s lives were extinguished before her eyes with little effort on Yelena’s part. A weaker person would have blanched at the sight. They stood no chance against the pair of them. The Strike Team’s training was thorough, and by all meanings of the word, good, but hers and Yelena’s was exceptional. The Black Widow program brutally ensured that, and their indoctrination ensured that they never hesitated to weed out life like a virus. If she were stronger, she would have used Yelena’s distraction to her advantage. She would have delivered one swift blow to her head, ending the fight before it began, and then interrogated her using whatever means necessary.

But she was in no state for that, and the moment passed as quickly as it came. Her protege from lifetimes ago was too wise to leave her with a window longer than a second. She hadn’t grown cocky, hadn’t been filled with assurances that she was unbeatable like Stark had. No, she was still brilliant, still lethal, and this would end only one way: with Natasha’s demise. She’d used up all of her lives and all of her luck.

Their guns levelled at each other in the same breath of a second. Natasha’s was pointed at her head, although she’d struggle to take the shot. Despite how vehemently she’d deny it, even to herself, a part of her still cared about Yelena. She wished that things could have ended differently, that she could have fled the Red Room with her in tow. But the past, unfortunately, was irreversible. “Alone?” She questioned, arching a brow. It was unlikely that she would be granted an answer, the Red Room would desire their presence to be a secret. If it were someone else, Natasha wouldn’t hesitate to point out that she made her location fairly easy to track. She’d prefer that they find her than an innocent hero. Yelena would only see it as weakness. Instead, she said, “Would you like to find out?” It was reckless, antagonistic, but it’d be a cold day in hell before she grovelled. “I’m surprised, Rooskaya, that it took you such a long time to be sent after me.”

There was a certain pain that Yelena felt in standing here, saving Natalia’s ass from these Americans. It took strength on her part to not just pull the trigger and end the woman’s life already, it took reminding herself about how sweet it will taste to end her fair and square. She didn’t want Natasha to know about that part of her plan, she didn’t want her to let her guard down just yet, because she was curious to see what her plan was to get out of this situation.

Maybe she’d let Natasha get away, make it look like for a split second she had gotten the upper-hand. Yelena could use that to her own advantage somehow, maybe Natasha would think that she was slipping up, or maybe she would think that she still had the advantage after all these years. She’d be wrong of course. Yelena was still training with rigor, while Natasha was hanging out with the likes of Tony Stark and that one that still fights with prehistoric weapons.

“I’m as alone as you are.” She retorted, not fully aware of how alone she was. For all Yelena knew Natasha could’ve called in for help before she got there and one of her super friends was on the way. If that was the case, she wanted her to think that she had back up as well. A devilish smirk wiped across Yelena’s face. She missed the antagonizing, the battle of wit that was always at play with them in addition to the battle of skill. “You know I’d love to, but from the looks of it - you don’t seem like you’ll have much to show.” The next statement stung her a bit, but she made sure not to let that show in her body language. She had to beg for this assignment, but time and time again they kept saying that Natasha wasn’t top priority anymore. Natasha would always be top priority as far as Yelena was concerned. “All part of the plan, darahi. But I don’t expect you to understand that.”

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resignedcrane:

There was something behind her glare that made Jonathan a little uncertain of the path he’d chosen to take with his initial retorts, as if she was hiding some surety of herself that made her entirely unafraid of others. Interesting… perhaps it was time to change tack. The change of accent did not escape his notice, he thought of the times when he let his antiquated Georgian drawl slip into his voice to give his words the righteousness of a preacher. Using her accent (he guessed Russian, though he had limited knowledge of the accents of Eastern Europe, so perhaps it was that of another country?) as a prosodic tool was something he respected. “No, I do not, I apologise,” he bobbed his head in contrition, and offered a hand to shake, “I acted extremely rashly there, and should not have been looking to accuse… especially not a fellow visitor to this city. Have you been here long?”

Yelena glared at the man in front of her when he apologized. It was a total change from how he had initially reacted, making her grow increasingly skeptical of him. Hesitantly, she reached out and shook his hand briefly before pulling her hand back and crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Why the sudden change of heart?” She didn’t really like his next question either, and was realizing that it probably would have just been best if she had never engaged with him and kept walking, but she was too deep now to turn back. “A little presumptuous of you to assume I’m visiting and have not moved and settled here.” She shot back, knowing that she was really just looking for conflict at this point. “But to answer your question, I’ve been here for a little over a month.”

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dr-clairetemple:

“For regular people, perhaps. But for people like you? For people that get bullets lodged in their shoulders and don’t even blink?” Claire asked rhetorically, staring the woman down with a strange glint in her eyes. “Moscow hasn’t declared war on people like that yet.” She finished, looking down suddenly aware that she might no longer be talking just about the woman in front of her.

Yelena knew she shouldn’t have been so shocked that the woman knew she wasn’t exactly normal. I mean, when you approach strangers and offer to take bullets out of their arms, clearly you’re in the realm of abnormal. But for some reason her comments still threw her for a loop. “Moscow has declared war on a whole lot more than most of the world is aware of.” She paused, trying to pick her words carefully. “Besides, there are certain opportunities in New York I can’t get back home.”

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redheadliss:

“I suppose that’s true.” She nodded in agreement, noting the masked bitterness that the other shared, trying not to frown at the thoughts running through her mind. “I guess not. But perhaps they are afraid, or cannot speak for whatever reason. I wanted to get closer, to see for myself, but the forces surrounding the place…no wonder the city, or whats left of it, is silent. There are thousands of guns pointed on them, I’d be terrified too.”

“I’m more of the type to fight if there were guns pointed at me, but I suppose I can see how the people of that city might be intimidated by the weapons of mass destruction staring them down.” She said with a shrug, looking around at all the military personnel before returning her attention to the woman in front of her. “So, what’s your take on the matter. Why do you think this city is here?”

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akagoddammit:

It was pretty clear that they were both scoping each other out – probing, testing the waters, seeing what floated to the surface and what stayed secret. There was almost something familiar about the woman’s gaze, her simple, clipped way of speaking. Jessica shrugged. “People who say that either are, or they’re pathological liars,” she pointed out, sipping from her flask. She didn’t bother asking which one this woman was – that would’ve been a goddamn paradox. “If your definition of interesting includes a whole lot of panic,” Jessica replied, glancing over at the woman. But her eyes flicked back to the soldiers around the perimeter. “Same could be said for most people. Except goddamn superfreaks,” she said carefully, keeping her tone light and casual.

Yelena smiled and chuckled softly at her comment. Obviously she agreed to an extent, though she wouldn’t call herself pathological. She didn’t comment on the matter though. “Sometimes it does, I suppose.” She knew that it was important to guard her comments a bit. She didn’t know who this woman was yet, so she didn’t know where she stood on certain matters. “Superfreaks?” She asked, furrowing her brow slightly. “Are you not a fan of the super-powered community?” Yelena didn’t consider herself to be part of that community, and while most of them annoyed her, she did recognize that some were potentially useful. 

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gixlofsteel:

“Oh er, I don’t think that really matters, right? It’s rather far away anyways so.” Kara adjusts her glasses and shrugs in the process, she knew how much of a risk it could be to simply state where she was from, the government trying to take over National City and getting the Alien registry? Cadmus has already done that, so no thanks to it almost happening again.

“I mean, I guess it doesn’t matter.” Yelena had gone from curious to suspicious. Where you’re from is such an easy thing to lie about, if she didn’t want to tell her where she was really from it’s quite easy to make up a random place and claim to be from there. “Gotta admit though, I’m really curious. I’m not from anywhere near here either.”

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patient2c:

“They don’t, not really,” he repeated. Cruel people would always be cruel. Idiots would always be idiots and so on. That was just a fact to him. “I… take things as they come, I guess.” After everything he had been through not much really surprised him, he took things at face value, not really interested in much that didn’t involve him personally.

“Clearly you haven’t seen people change right before your eyes before, then.” Yelena was positive that people could change. She didn’t know if people could change for the better, but she’s seen people switch sides and change their morals for the worse. “And you think that’s different than most people’s way of coping?” 

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the-fire-that-burns:

“Then you missed a grand time indeed.” Loki smiled, but his grin faded slightly as she detailed the failings of his unsuccessful conquest. “Sadly no. They seem to be rather like cockroaches–irritatingly difficult to eradicate.” His smile faded even more at her mention of how quickly the battle had concluded. “Well, I had predicted it would not be a lengthy battle, but of course I had a rather different outcome in mind. But then that is what one gets when employing incompetent underlings. I assure you I shall have a much grander conquest in the future. I do hope you are present to view it this time.”

Yelena smirked when she saw Loki’s smile fade. It made her feel powerful to see him so easily deflated. “Ever tried going with a more simple approach? Bullet to the head is my personal preference.” She knew that taunting him was probably not the best idea she’s ever had, but she was bored and it seemed like potential fun. “Oh really? You’ve got something new in the works? That brother of yours hasn’t put you on lock-down or anything?” She smirked a bit, then shrugged. “I only hope that I’m there to view it if it’s a success.”

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gixlofsteel:

“Oh, well there’s just..a lot of Aliens back in my city so, yeah. You’re er, you’re looking a bit too far into this.” She laughs awkwardly and looks down, trying to play it off as though she isn’t being awkward about all this and failing.

“What city are you from?” It was entertaining to see how bad this girl was at lying, and how awkward she became when doing so. It was enough to make Yelena want to stick around and see where the conversation might go. 

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akagoddammit:

russiansleeper :

“I’m here staring at it too.” Admittedly her motives were fueled less by an actual interest in what was going on with the city, and more of an interest in who was guarding the place, and who was trying to get in there. No doubt Natasha or one of her friends would be lurking around. “Me? I guess you could say I’m a bit of a sucker for excitement. I don’t care that the city is here, but I find it hilarious to watch everyone reacting to it.”

“So the rubbernecking thing, got it,” Jessica said, smirking. She glanced over at the blonde, taking in all that she could. Which wasn’t much, she was a hard read. But it was clear enough that she wasn’t lying – she was far more interested in the crowd than the Inhuman city. And it wasn’t a sympathetic look in her eye, more like they were specimens in some sort of social experiment. If she weren’t so goddamn open about it, it probably would’ve been disturbing. “Least you’re honest,” Jessica said, raising her flask in toast before tilting it back again. “Won’t be as goddamn funny when whoever’s in there actually comes out,” she said, nodding towards Attilan. “Or those assholes go in,” she said, gaze darting over to the military personnel running around. 

To say that this woman was interesting would have been an understatement. There was a sort of darkness to her that drew Yelena in, but there was obviously a whole lot more about her that she had gotten very good at hiding. Her interest was peaked though. “I’m always honest.” She wasn’t. Hardly ever was, actually. “Funny? No. But something tells me that it’ll still be rather interesting.” Yelena followed the other woman’s gaze to the military people, and she had to suppress a laugh. “Those guys? They might like to think they have power, but any power they really have is tied to the weapons in their hands. That��s it.”

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patient2c:

Cece fixed his expression back to a neutral face, realizing he probably hadn’t given an appropriate response. “It’s the way they cope. Can’t control it or fix it. People don’t change,” he spoke solemnly, relaxing his own control over his powers and letting the emotions he usually blocked filter in.

“People can change if they want to.” She replied, although she wasn’t fully sure she believed it. Natalia had changed, she had broken away from everything she had been trained to know and done the exact opposite. “The way you talk sounds like you don’t cope the same as others?” She asked, trying to flip the conversation to a topic she was slightly more comfortable with.

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americachvz:

“Well, obviously, that’s exactly what I’m saying! Stop twisting my words.”

“I’m not twisting your words. You’re just not doing a great job at explaining.” 

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dr-clairetemple:

Claire’s eyebrows raised as she tried to keep the woman focused on the conversation, not how painful this was about to be. “Why’d you come? The city’s gotten considerably less friendly over the last couple of months.” With her left hand, she picked up a pair of medical pincers.

Yelena was oddly worried about letting this woman patch her up. Normally she would just take care of a bullet wound on her own, but where it was in her shoulder would have made that a difficult self-procedure. Despite the fact that she didn’t trust this woman, she was appreciative of the help. “An old friend of mine lives here.” She said, pausing briefly before she continued. “And while this city may be less friendly than it was a few months ago, I promise you it is far friendlier than Moscow.”