Her hair was tied out of her face in Russian braids, she always had some kind of braid in her hair before any mission after all a braid gave security that her hair will stay out of her face. Why on earth Valentina set her up with a bunch of actual circus freaks, there was a weird dog-human hybrid licking the window - she had now seen everything, now. Did she glare at it of course. Apparently, Val owed a debt to this Waller character to her she thought both women are desperate to lurk in the shadows. “фигня, you don’t tell me what you know. I’ll kick your face you,” Yelena gave a snarky grin in his direction, continuing to file down the hallway with him taking note of all the routes of escape and not to mention counting guards, trying to assess their weaknesses without being obvious so her green eyes drifted upwards to meet his eyes. “My time is being wasted and wearing thin, something you won’t like to see is me grumpy... Nick was it?” 

❛ You know exactly what I’m talking about. ❜ @whitcwidow​

         The kind of operation she was talking about was something that Flag had never even considered possible. Waller probably had though. It sounded like something fucked up enough for that woman to have even been a part of. “Happy to report that I really don’t but you could explain it to me. Looks like you’ve got the time.” He said, peering over at the blonde woman. 

yelena: 💩💩💩💩💩

cassiesandsmarkk​:

“Not my godly genes - my mom’s, she has great skin.” she murmured. She didn’t want to give Zeus any credit for how she turned out or her looks, he was a terrible father. “Not dating, or any other sort of entanglement.” she just wasn’t interested at the moment, not with everything going on and she wasn’t the one night stand type anyways. “My life’s story? It’s not that interesting trust me.” 

“That’s what I was talking about... wanting to skin you alive like Ed Gein,” Yelena fired back to her, she did have great skin. Yelena doesn’t know nor really want to know her real parents, she was happy with the facade. “How about making a friendship with a stranger who doesn’t care truly about your past or what you have done... we all have done atrocities to someone in order to survive.” She knew that was contradicting her next ask but she’d much prefer not to be dancing if one can call it that on the dance floor. “Your life story... is whatever you say to me right now as I can’t tell if you’re lying or not. For all you know, I am a Russian ballerina from a cruise liner who got an ankle injury from a rogue wave hitting the ship and can no longer dance. What I am trying to say is you do you and screw what everyone else thinks.”

ofbarnvs​:

          bucky didn’t have a clue as to who the girl was but clearly the winter soldier had done a number on her… he couldn’t imagine what would have put a child in contact with- oh. fuck bucky cursed once he put it all together. with a sigh he relaxed his stance, raising his hands in surrender “look kid, you’ve got this all wrong.” he took a small step forward so he was standing under the light to let her clearly see any movement he’d make “i am no longer the winter soldier. i am james bucky barnes, and i just want my cat back.”

Yelena’s bottom lip trembled, she was that little girl again whom kept asking for her family and to return to Ohio where at the time she thought she was born there - childish beliefs she still holds. One hand cradled the cat to her, backing up three steps when he came into the little light of the alleyway but it was to hide her fear from him which the cat seemed to pick on from it nuzzling against her neck to pokes its head back out. “How did I get it wrong?” She finally found her voice, tilting her head down to give some affection back to the cat. There was a frozen hesitation with the girl, stiff movements to look down at the white feline that seemed to show no fear towards her or the Soldier getting for to close for comfort in Yelena’s eyes but it was telling from the dogs the guards sometimes had barked at the soldier out of knowing what ... no lacking who he was. “James...” She had heard the name brought up by Natalia when they where travelling to Melina’s place, trying to connect the dots but her mind refusing her to come to conclusion as it would be all to much for her to soon. “Natalia,” Yelena called her sister’s name as if she would come from the shadows to save her or was it her brain’s way of being able to pinpoint that this was the James she helped out. “I don’t trust you... or my mind... Красная комната мстит мне ... отправив тебя убить меня.” Clearly still on edge but refusing to place the cat into the hands of him and it was in her nature to be fearful of the red room no matter how she acted. 

ultrawxman​:

Lois’s eyes slid toward the woman as the other grabbed her elbow, steering her forward. “So what are we doing?” she asked casually, wanting to glance over her shoulder but knowing better than that. She had enough investigative experience to know that sometimes you had no choice but to play the cards you were dealt, and that on occasion included roping some poor innocent bystander into the situation. “Am I looking out for anyone in particular while we’re in this spy film? I mean, Boris and Natasha aren’t behind us, are they?” She kept walking with the woman, matching her pace to hers – or trying, as, unsurprisingly, the other woman’s legs were longer than hers. “I have friends I can call,” she said, thinking first and foremost of Diana. “They can help.”

Dove-like features on the woman was the first thing Yelena picked up on, secondly those kind eyes that only a mother could hold which spoke volumes in such a city like this of the scum of the scummy that bred in this city, so she singled her out because they could easily be work colleagues or an aunt and her niece on an evening stroll. “Going to the mall,” Yelena said bluntly, catching her eyes giving her a warm smile to apologise for what she was roping her into but the woman seemed oddly comfortable. “Men, brute force in their mission that they are sloppy in blending in... Stupidity at its finest.” She clued her in as best she could, her brows came together not getting the cartoon reference, believing the woman new one of the alias of her sister. “No, my sister isn’t running with that kind of crowd anymore.” Her arm still linked with her arm, she slower her foot pacing to allow the woman to not tired out as she doesn’t want to have to carry her if it came to that. “No, no, no, that is not needed. Somethings must stay in the dark until the light exposes them... then your friends can pick at the carcass after the media has its way with them.” She said, finding a knock off version of the red room best way is to shine a light so bright that they have nowhere to find like Dreykov did. 

invisibilatti​:

     “I’m the man” he repeated gently after she had said it, his nose wrinkling at how odd it felt for such words to leave his own mouth. She was right, though. The fact that he didn’t like himself very much had little to do with whatever she clearly needed him for, which reminded him that he should probably be asking her what that was. His cheeks flushed as she called him cute and a small smile started to appear on his face before he reminded himself that he shouldn’t let himself be sweet talked by strangers. It’s what Steph would tell him if she was there, probably before she ripped the other blonde off of him entirely, actually. “Where are we going?” he asked, quirking a brow as he let her pull him along. 

“You’re the man,” Yelena nodded her head at him, trying to give him a much needed ego boost. It was sad to see someone with little to no self-confidence, someone had eaten away at Casper the friendly ghost. “I haven’t thought that far ahead, know any places there is a lot of foot traffic?” Moving from the side of the wall, falling back into steps with the brunette and she pulls him along like some kind of human dog. “Come on, now.” 

ofclints​:

          clint was staked out on the roof across the street from the warehouse of this drug kingpin he’d been trying to track down for about a week. the scumbag had been careful to keep his hands clean but there were somethings that a boss had to do himself, and after all the meddling that clint had been doing the boss had finally shown his face… and all it had taken was clint stealing about 50,000 of his blood money. his well trained eyes watched through the windows as the boss berated his underlings. if he hadn’t had his hearing aids turned up so much to try and catch bits of the tirade he’d had missed her approaching. “hey mini-widow. you’re almost as quiet as ‘tasha.” clint reached up and fiddled with his hearing aids so their conversation wouldn’t kill the 15% he had left of his hearing. “just your run of the mill scumbag, drugs and weapons mostly. what brings you by?”

The widow knew she had to show her best... which is all sides if you ask her. Swinging her leg over the ledge, straddling the rooftop and she signed to him remembering his file on him. Signing to him in Russian because it was her native language, saying got your feathers all ruffled up. Swinging her other leg over the ledge, lightly kicking the Achilles heels bumping against the cement whilst she waited for him to turn down his hearing aids. “Next time you won’t be so lucky to hear me, Hawky,” Yelena chimed over her shoulder at him. Trying her best to be a good sport, working with at least Clint out of all the Avengers he seemed the one fine about her ledger. “Hawk’s hoarse screaming in my head went off, it is the seventh sense of a widow to know when I hawk is out is original one.” She turned her attention over to the large panelled windows. “Why do they always leave themselves wide open?” She questioned, not asking anymore details on the supposed bad guy because all she needed to know was if he was determined good or bad in Clint’s eyes because if he isn’t willing to dirty his talons, she’ll strike for him. 

Her natural pout sat firm on her lips, she twirled under his arm to careful sit herself on the table of his lab, pointing her toes down. “You need to relax... in your movements, Big guy.” She mused, revealing the darken bruise on her ankle at him and not removing her shoe. “It is surface deep even if it wasn’t surface deep, I have another leg.” She shrugged her shoulders, light furrow of her brows from fogged over memories of other widows being put down for similar injuries in front of her and how she stepped over their bodies as if it was nothing. “You do an Irish jig? That I’d like to see and somehow isn’t surprising.” 

@whitcwidow​ asked: ❝ are you asking me to a dance? ❞ 

“Ah- actually that hadn’t been my intention,” Bruce admitted,. “I wanted to make sure your foot movement remained at full capacity and that nothing is broken or fractured.” Quickley he added. “But I don’t mind dancing, and I’ve been told I could do a mean jig.”

nohawkguy​:

        Welp. Kate could say with absolute certainty that this was no how she expected her patrol to go. She had heard the fight before she had spotted them but it didn’t take her long to find the two women fighting in a nearby warehouse. It was getting a little out of hand as she watched the blonde woman get hit right in the face. That had to hurt. Silently reaching for an arrow in her quiver, she slowed her breathing and took aim, closing one eye to heighten her accuracy. She hit right between the two women’s faces, giving one of them just enough time to escape through the door. Bullseye. She smiled to herself, reaching for another arrow but before she had time to react the blonde was on her and Kate hit the ground hard. “Ooo scary.” She smirked, pulling her glasses off and moving to place them on the top of her head. “You know, you remind me of someone.” Kate tapped her chin, trying to identify why this felt so familiar. It took a second but the image of Clint on the ground and Natasha hovering over him popped into her mind’s eye. Ah. Well that explained it. “Well I don’t know what’s good for me.” She sighed, pushing herself off the ground, bow in hand. “Maybe I need someone like you to show me.” The brunette rolled her eyes. “Or maybe instead you can tell me why you were attacking that women and I’ll think about letting you go with a warning.” 

Her head pounds of the beating against her face, trickle of blood from her nerve being severed by the other widow before an arrow drew a line in the sand. Was she looking to redeem herself in her own eyes, very much so that Kate was simply easy pickings for the widow to feel better about herself, stiff roll of her left arm to pop her shoulder back into place with a hissing groan. “Scary to most... not to those who are stupid.” She smiled back at her, pointing the statement straight at the girl whom seemed stupidly brave to not go up against one but two widows... it would’ve be a death royale between widows over the brunette if both still clouded in mind control. Yelena tilted her head to the side, glancing down at her as she oddly reminded her of someone but it was to soon to place connecting lines to the dots. “If this some kind of blonde joke coming, I’ll inform you now that you’ll be choking on your own hair before you can finish the sentence.” The blonde positioned herself out of arms reach but still close enough that Yelena could go back for her legs before she draws her bow. “Didn’t need the confirmation on that one.” She said, laughing lightly at the boldness of the other. Her nose scrunched up which brought such pain that didn’t show, lightly twitching her nose afterwards before she brought her crock of her elbow up to wipe the blood from her cupid’s bow. “I tend to work alone...” She replied to her, rolling her green irises at her. “Bold of you to assume, I’d give that information to the run of about do gooder such as yourself.” 

demonchld​:

Rachel found herself curious as to what the other was here for but given that she was usually on missions she just disregarded her curious nature before shaking her head “You had three years before that to happen, just as I had a brief resemblance of a life before My Father burned my home to the ground.” She mused before sipping her tea while the other came over to join her on the couch looking at her for a moment. “We both know you are just the type to start a new book by reading the last chapter to find out how it ends to see if it’s even worth the read.” She teased the other shaking her head “Well then, just stay away from IT we don’t talk about that horrific ending.” She replied with a soft laugh at the other’s bobbing head before shaking hers “Well one day you’ll read it with the light on, as it’s pretty good in detailed descriptions for those with a bit of imagination it is very visual.” She mused before chuckling “Did I forget to give you the welcome to Gotham speech? Everyone here at least holds a troubled past or present and we most definitely have terrors who lurk in and out of the shadows. Oh and plenty of our heroes and villains enjoy their leather in their outfits as well birds seem pretty common when taking an Alias” She teased the other before setting down her cup on the table. “So how are you liking Gotham so far?”

When it came down to letting her defence walls down it was a rarity and given to very few, Raven had to be one of them, they shared a strange friendship that even in Yelena’s foggy memories they have been close. The blonde lightly frowned, reaching over to give her physical comfort. “And look how strong you are... sad to because of it. Though it brings me peace to know you did have a few good years and I wish you had more.” As quick as they are all mushy with one another, they quick to bounce back to lightly joking about the simplest things of that of a book. “Is that a bad kind of type of reader? If you think about it truly, we all know we’re going to die at the end of this journey so it is only fitting to read the last chapter first.” She mused to the other, hiking up her leg to wrap her arm around her shin. “Though in saying that death is very lenient... I met a rather chatty silver head person and he has died before and is back. So, my theory could be floored.” Which shrewd on her features, twisting her lips about for a second before continuing on. “You know every fibre in my being is telling me to read IT,” Yelena chuckled lightly at her. “But the dark is so much fun.”  The blonde couldn’t hold back the snort, laughing at her joke it was so blunt and taking the mickey out of her fellow hero friends and Yelena loved it. “You did, feeling very un-welcomed here... I know a lot of bird brains and insects are on flight would bound this way and the hideous colour combination of blues, reds and white.” She shudder at the thought of Steve’s uniform it is horrible in Yelena’s eyes. “It is only bearable because you happen to be here.” 

vivaamerica​:

America raised an eyebrow at the girl’s bluntness. It was rare that anyone was ever brave enough to say something like that in front of America. Kate was the only person who wasn’t terrified of being punched by her. “You’re lucky I already punched someone this morning.” It was a little weird that the stranger had only just found out about Panic! At The Disco, but some people were behind on the times. “You should listen to My Chemical Romance. They might blow your mind,” America shrugged. When the other said she seemed very American, America just blinked, wondering if she was trying to piss her off or if she genuinely thought that was what she was saying. “No… My name is actually America. Like, that’s my first name,” she said, brow furrowing. “Congrats on being Russian, I guess?”

The only person that struck fear into her heart was only the Winter Soldier, everyone else she’d figure out a weakness and strike quick like a viper waiting under the petals of the flower. She laughed at her, having no clue who the other was and the blonde tapped her finger nail against her k-9 and other tooth near it. “I lost these two baby teeth to a super soldier. I wouldn’t give you the reaction you so desire from realising your fists of fury on me.” Started to sip the coffee that she had stolen from Tony, it was strong which she liked. “They do happen to be on my list of musical ventures, I’ll add an tally next to them to make it a priority.” She rolled her neck, bring her coffee mug back against her chest to keep the warmth in hands. “America is your name, my deepest apologise for being called America of all things.” She replied light heartily to the brunette. “Thought you were stating where you happen to be from and I was trying to return by stating where I happened to be from, made sense in my head.” Yelena shrugged back, still not moving from the frame. “Yelena, big fan of the song American pie.” The blonde was trying to make friends but she wasn’t good at it seeing as she happened to be caged for so long. 

ofpmaximoff​:

Pietro had always wanted a pet, maybe he could talk to Wanda about getting a pet, of course he’d need his sister’s permission given their home was shared and he would never want her to feel uncomfortable for something that he wanted.  Fanny was a perfect girl if he had said she was a good dog, even if she did just run towards a stranger. He couldn’t help but laugh at Fanny placing her head on his shin reaching down to give her more attention smirking “it seems like I’ve just become Fanny’s personal attention giver” He teased the other before turning to look at her nodding his head “Well are you calling me wicked as well? Cause I would completely understand that most think me wicked simply because of my silver hair.” He winked at her before looking at her and taking another step towards him smiling at her. “I don’t know about that, I’ve heard even if the accent does go away with time, if I get mad it might return. It did for my sister when she yelled at me once.” He teased before tilting his head at her “You have a sister as well? How wonderful is she here too?” He asked curious about the other before laughing “I suppose, I’ll allow you some Mystery but how about a name? After all I’ve got this wonderful girl’s name but not yours.” He smirked flirting as he followed after them for a moment.

Yelena noted his attire which is causal European, matching tracksuit is aesthetically pleasing to the blonde’s eye for some odd reason, she liked matching patterns and pairs. Once Fanny is settled she would want to get either a bunny or ferret - or a pound animal because they deserved a happy place to live out the rest of their life. She was heading towards Stark tower to see if her sister was skulking about it or Clint rattling away in the vent systems or to put coffee grounds in the drain because it seemed to give Tony something to do from what she’s observed. Narrowing her green eyes at him. “She does like to be the focal point of everyone’s attention.” Her head tilted to her shoulder, arms crossing over her chest, he was a different type of pure to this world. “Ha, funny... you’re a funny one. No, you strike me as the type to not want to hurt a fly.” She admitted bluntly to him, lightly her finger traced over his collar bones to his shoulder before falling off completely. “You seem sensitive... Like a bunny in a city of foxes that is you.” She mused, brows coming together as he winked at her. “Do you have something in your eye?” She pointed out his flirting and wanted to see if he admit. “It is a fleeting accent from your motherland that is... My sister’s accent is camouflaged though it is the same with her, nice to know that anger keeps our true selves.” Finally, her greens met with his blues... more like cyan eyes. “Yes, she’s my older sister. She was out west then she moved to this chaotic place, she’s an science teacher... her boyfriend is old school... and slowly he’s growing on me.” She gave the made up story of her sister, changing it up a little to add in the factor of James Barnes. When he caught up to them, she tilted her head to give him some attention. “Sorry, I forgot to wear my identification collar today it clashed to much with my attire.” She smirked with her lips pursing to keep her mouth shut.

ledgerfilledwithred​:

          Natalia glanced at the dog as she fell to the floor, a loud thump following as her body hit the ground. She had never been much for animals, or dogs for that matter only getting Logan because of reasons beyond her control. He had been a piece of the life she would never have, but he was a nice reminder that life could still be good even if she wasn’t able to have the things she wanted. She shot her sister a look when she called Fanny a poser. “Who says you’re imposing?” The redhead smiled as she watched Yelena pull a jar from her bag, noticing the flickering bugs inside. “Светлячки? Они не так хорошо выглядят.” She said, noticing that most of them were laying at the bottom either dead or barely alive. Reaching out for the jar, she pulled it closer, using her fingers to turn it slowly as she observed the bugs that resided inside. Natasha should have known that Yelena would spot her with James at some point. It was inevitable but she wasn’t expecting to be confronted so boldly about it. Her shoulders raised towards her jaw before dropping back down to rest. “Я был.” There was no reason for her deny it even without her sister telling her not to. She had been with the soldier, as the blonde liked to call him. “Вы пытаетесь задать мне вопрос или выдвигаете обвинение?” She asked, eyes meeting her sister’s once again. 

Juggling this need for a normal life to being pulled back into the field, carrying on what she vowed for freedom for other widows it was all to much. So, Fanny gave her control of her own life for the first time since Ohio where she felt as free as a bird that chirped in the oak trees above their jungle gym. Fanny gave her hope that the future will be kinder to her and more so her sister. Peering up from her mug that she had craned over to rest her bottom lip against the rim, Yelena always has felt on the outer of Natalia’s life - like the dirty ledger of shame. “When one isn’t apart of your so-called new family... it is hard to feel anything other then imposing. Why do you think Melina and Alexei stay the distance, Nat?” She moved from the rim of her cup, the red mark fading as blood flowed from back to her chin. “Да светлячки ... ты слепой. Лучше, чем там, где они жили.” Yelena glared at the ones on the bottom as if it would bring life back to them. Huffing her weight back against the chair, honestly it wouldn’t surprise Yelena if Nat never told her about James or anything in her life unless Yelena pry it the way she did which is saddening to her. “Обвинение - единственный способ получить от вас знания, потому что, если это неправда, вы делаете это своим лицом.” She pulled the face at her sister, trying to make light of it all. 

cforphan​:

There was a kinship between them that Cassandra couldn’t share with just anybody. It wasn’t something beloved and it wasn’t something she was proud of, but there was comfort in knowing someone who understood. Someone with the patience and understanding that so many lacked, and someone without the moral code that- whether willfully or not, made her feel a churning in her stomach when poised next to their brightness. Yelena was someone who Cass could stand beside with her shoulder’s held high, and without fear of judgement or comparison. Yelena was comfort in a way that most couldn’t offer. She was quiet, as she often was, in the face of Yelena’s words. “Your hands.” Cassandra spoke. “They’re yours. So should memories.” She sighed, a soft sound of sorrow. Yelena’s memories should have belonged to her, but the world in which they lived was never that polite or fair. She grimaced. “So should choice.” Choice should be all of theirs, but the world lacked in it so thoroughly. “We are.” Cassandra agreed, a nod of her head to reiterate it. “I like us.”

Blood binds you to relative statuses though pain of their past entwined their souls as one in a sense. Cassandra differed severely from others in Gotham city, she understood the world of being a cold-blooded killer which neither truly had a choice in it was thrusted upon them, they did what they had to out of pure survival purposes. Natalia got out of the control of Dreykov and it was from them that the rest had no say, she had witnessed many widows being put down in front of her for a broken arm... to him they were all just killer dolls. And Natalia didn’t get that this is all she is comfortable with so it was nice to comfort in the uncomfortable reality that they sadly grew up in. “My hands are dripping in blood before I hit double digits, something Alexei is proud of... so, I guess that means I am as well.” She huffed out, clear that it didn’t phase her to much. “They are mine, just not clear if they are mine which makes no sense, I can’t even blame my English on that one.” She joked, trying to brush it all off. Standing to her feet, glancing over at Cassandra with her hand extended for her to take. “There isn’t any like us... We’re an unstoppable force.” 

One would have to live under a rock to not know of the Wonders dramas it was like a real life soap opera that didn’t involve her, so she was happy to watch from the sidelines and see how it all unfolds. “It is in your genes. Ethereal glow radiates off you,” Yelena was oh so quick to shrug off the compliment she had given the other blonde. “Who said anything about dating?” She lazed back into the chair, the judgemental of her gaze went over the dace floor. “That isn’t dancing, also I don’t feel like being sweated on.” She let off a light chuckle. “Much rather endure your life story then go out there.” 

“Come on, you’re ten times hotter than any of those girls.” - @whitcwidow​

“Oh well thanks.” Cassie blushed. “I just don’t think i’m ready to get back out there and date again.” she shook her head. She had enough mixed feelings about Tim and Conner and she was in no place to be dating and chatting up boys when she had other worldly problems to sort out. “It’s a long story. But you should definitely get out there and dance.”

People had the audacity to say Yelena was touchy trigger to shoot off, yet here the other was with the strangest angry expression she has ever seen in her life. “Ha, I’d hate to see your panic face, as it look like you have taken a shit backwards,” Yelena bluntly said to the other in her very thick Russian accent. Her eyes did that little twitchy thing of side eyeing though she nodded her head towards the brunette. “Very cool, recently I have heard of them.” She admitted to the other, trying her best to catch up on everything that she has missed out on over all the years. Leaning the middle of her back against the frame of the doorway, bring her coffee cup to her lips to take a sip, just eyeing the other woman. “That’s for me to know and you to dot, dot, dot.” Honestly, it was pretty obvious the widow was doing nothing besides trying to irritate the Avengers. “Yes, you do seem very American.” She replied to her, not realising that it was the actual girl’s name. “And I’m very much Russian?” 

❝Well now, calm down, we don’t wanna panic at the disco.❞ // @whitcwidow​

“You’ve mistaken my angry face for panic.” It wasn’t hard to piss America off. Sometimes all you had to do was breathe a little louder than usual. She just had a penchant for punching things, and people. “Cool band, though. I used to listen to them a lot when I was a teenager, back home.” She could vividly remember jamming out to their albums while on road trips with Kate. America missed those times, but it was time to get used to the present, instead of yearning for the past. “What’s up? I’m America,” she said, deciding to introduce herself and try out the being friendly thing.