Ofeliya Romanova-Barnes

"I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing and I payed for my place by the ring"

[babys-got-a-gun]

Names Ofeliya. People close to me can call me Ofe or Liya. Enemies can call me the Lynx. Yes, I've had a pretty fucked up childhood, but I'm still standing on my own two feet and have a girlfriend and idiotic person I tolerate now.

My variant

My Дорогой: @daughter-of-death-and-delight

I tolerate them: @forgotten-daughter-of-loki

Мама: @blackwidowlife @natanovna

Aunts: @your-fav-russian-assassin @thecrazyrplayerosie

Sisters: @scarlisblankets @twisted-girl-muse @girl-in-the-redroom @nadia-stark-official

Brother: @pineneedle-barnes

Sibling: @winter-solstice-soldier

Mod: @silvermistymoon

Au info

Lore: In her universe Natalia 'Natasha' Alianovna Romanova and James 'Bucky' Buchanan Barnes had a child during their affair. Dreykov found out and took the child from both of them. She was deemed a HYDRA and Red Room project and named the Black Swan. She later joined Emmeline and Quinn to become a subject of the project A.C.E, given the role as the Architect. She would later get found by the Avengers and see her parents. Years later though the Avengers lost and Agatha was killed. She was then taken back to HYDRA and the Red Room as they and Dreykov ruled supreme before ending up in a portal that teleported her to the main universe(or whichever one your oc/character you play takes place).

Taken Anons:

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Open RP

Headcanons

[your-fav-russian-assassin]

Nah nah nah nahnahanhanhsnhsnahh

[babys-got-a-gun]

Hey Jude?

[ancient-siren]

Sienna is currently: Baking too much baked goods.

Does anyone want some?? Just don't tell Bucky-

[babys-got-a-gun]

Yes please!

[whiteliesblacklips]

OPEN RP - PUSHED TOO FAR

It had been a stressful week. Tests, missing shipments, and arguments with an ex made sure of that. Destiny had delt with it fairly well. His time in Hydra...well, actually, his whole life had taught him about stress and therapy had taught him to deal with it. Sip tea, take a shower. Step away from the fight.

People tend to let down those guards around friends, so, while unfortuante, it made since that it was someone close who pushed him over the edge. They'd been talking in the kitchen when his friend bumped into the handle of a pan, causing it to slip off the stove, spilling warm stir fry over the floor. Usually, Destiny would have assured them it was alright and asked if they were okay. Today, he just snapped.

"Are you blind?! Imagine if that had been hot! You could have been seriously burned! How stupid are you?" A moment later, he realizes what he's saying and who he's saying it to, but can't quite reine in his frustration. "Nevermind that. Just move. I'll clean it up."

@variousvossivixens @reveries-daydream @emiliakane @carlos-thatcher @ancient-siren @edward-darius @emiliakane @mod-does-things @stone-venom @valerie-patton @winter-solstice-soldier @the-winter-soldierr @steve-g-rogers

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya flinches a bit to his tone but seems oddly used to it. Though her mask to hide her emotions comes back. "No, I'll handle it. You clearly need a break." She says and starts cleaning it with paper towels.

She knows he's just stressed and that he isn't what they currently are in her universe. She doesn't look at Destiny as she's doing so, trying to push the memories of her big brother after HYDRA got the infinity stones and won.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Oh. I'm sorry..." He hesitates, backing up. "Really. I didn't mean... I..."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya shrugs. "It's okay." She says seemingly unbothered and used to him snapping at her. She then stands up and notices the dark circles around their eyes. "Seriously though. You should take a break. When was the last time you slept anyway?"

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yesterday? I think." He stares at her, shaking his head as if trying to get an image out of his head. "I need to remake that. Dinner has to happen."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya shakes her head. "I'll handle dinner, you rest." She crosses her arms and has a stubborn look in her eyes. She didn't seem to care about Destiny's outburst, only that he started taking care of himself.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Oh. That's very kind of you." He smiles and gives in, backing to the kitchen door. "Good luck. Thanks, sis."

[babys-got-a-gun]

"Of course." Ofeliya says with a warm smile.

When Destiny wakes up the stir fry is ready and looks actually really good. She smiles warmly. "Feel better?" She asks softly.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He blinks sleeply, taking in her and the kitchen. "Oh... Uh... A little. I'll be fine later. Did you make this? Did mom teach you? It looks like her recipe."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya smiles. "I'm glad you feel better. And yeah, Mama from my universe taught me." It was one of the few good memories she has from that universe.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Mm." He sits down at the table, frowning at the clock. "I feel like I'm forgetting something very important."

[babys-got-a-gun]

"And what's that?" She says, whilst serving Destiny the stir fry with concern.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"If I knew, I wouldn't be forgetting it." He mumbles, putting his head down in his hands. "Did I mention anything earlier about something I needed to- holy crap! I forgot to pick up Karma!" He jumps to his feet, almost knocking the chair over. "I'll be back."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods kindly with a smile. She made extra stir fry in case so if Karma was hungry, they could have some too.

[whiteliesblacklips]

Destiny returns with the rather grumpy teen and helps set the table before they sit down. As friendly as she has been, Karma is still unwilling to even acknowledge Ofeliya's existence.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya smiles warmly despite the the teenager's grumpiness and tries to come off as kind and welcoming, not pushing him to talk and also joins them.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"So," Destiny starts. "Tell me what you've been up to in your time here? Have you gone to the White Syrpent yet? Great coffee, even better whiskey."

[babys-got-a-gun]

"Not yet, should I?" Ofeliya tilts her head. Her expression still remains warm and welcoming for the sake of Karma. Her eyes still kind.

[whiteliesblacklips]

Karma grabs their dish and moves away from the table. Ofeliya could see Destiny open his mouth, then decide it wasn't a battle worth fighting and turn back to her. "Do you like either of the above or the usual surrounding companions?"

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods. "Love coffee, could always go for some good whiskey." She then notices Karma go away from them and she drops the smile. She's heard about Karma a bit, but hasn't met them officially until now. Since Karma is away from earshot she speaks a little quieter just in case. "Sorry. I should've been kinder. Maybe talked to them." She says with a sigh.

[whiteliesblacklips]

Destiny shakes his head, dropping his voice as well. "No, I don't think they want that. You're just new and that's scary." He bites his lip for a moment before adding, "You kind of have to think of them as younger than they look. Obviously, don't infantalize them, but realize that for things like this, they are still mentally ten or so. Think of how long it would take a child of that age to warm up to a complete stranger."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods still keeping her voice low. "Does the kid like to draw? I used to do that a lot when I couldn’t speak my feelings. Or was around someone new whom I didn't trust. Sometimes it became a way of talking." She asks this knowing that she has extra crayons, markers and paper in her bag as she tends to still draw things a lot.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Oh. They'd love that!" Destiny smiles. Her willingness to help and to keep trying to gently befriend the teen was so nice to see. "They love drawing."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods and leaves the drawing supplies beside Karma for them to have if needed then gives them some space, seeing that the kid didn't trust her completely yet.

[whiteliesblacklips]

Karma stares after her, waiting a few minutes before slowly reaching out and picking up the art supplies. Soon enough, they've forgotten who gave it to them and are completely focused on drawing pictures of foxes.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya watches a bit from afar. She doesn't force them to say anything to her and lets Karma focus on their foxes, thinking about how much she used to love to draw too. She leans against a wall her arms slightly crossed, but a small and rare smile is on her face.

[babys-got-a-gun]

He’d been wiped again. He didn’t quite know what that meant, but he certainly knew it had happened from every bone in his body protesting the slightest movement he wanted to make. The cold was the only other thing he noticed, how it sucked every ounce of warmth he had from his body out, leaving him a crumpled, shaking, shivering mess in the floor of a cell he feared was not his own.

His hair had grown out. No amount of charcoal could have hidden that almost pure white hair that he was always forced to hide. It used to feel wrong to him, not having it dyed, but he couldn’t feel much of anything at the moment, and his hair would be the least of his worries compared to the cold and the pain.

He hadn’t cared to check the cell for other people. He didn’t figure they were the kind of people to let anyone but themselves handle someone so precious to them.

- @scr34m-my-n4m3 (hi,,, I’m back!)

Ofeliya Black Swan was training by herself when she saw her brother fellow asset. The trigger words weren't being used and she hadn't been wiped in awhile. She smiles. Actually smiles. No one but Snow was there so it was fine. "Hey! Wanna spar together?" She offers cheerfully.

She then notices the blank expression. That's not normal and she knows that he could be gone. "Or not...we could talk about our next mission or just not talk at all...?"

//be as mean as you want >:)

[scr34m-my-n4m3]

He sat up for a moment when she approached him. He was weak right now, everything that moved could and would be able to hurt him if they’d wanted to. He was clearly hurting when he’d forced himself up but he quickly hid it. Good assets never felt pain. He’d be good for them.

He sits there for a moment, silently observing her face. He was gauging if she was important enough- worth his time, even- to be giving him options. He never got options- he knew it was fake- so he just stayed silent, laying there in pain, twitching away, and looking as if he would melt into the floor if he had the chance.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Black Swan frowns. She then sits there beside him, but far enough to give him space, fidgeting with the dog tags from her biological dad Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier, the only thing she had left of him.

She had to hide them so she could keep them. Black Swan knows it's only a matter of time before she gets wiped too. So she waits. And waits. For him to speak. Say anything. Sitting there in silence. She hums an old tune because she didn't luke the silence not realizing it was part of the reason for her namesake. The Black Swan solo in Swan's lake Dreykov used to force his Widows to dance. And most of the time she was the Black Swan.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Open RP! (Anyone is free to interact)

“Mission Gone Wrong(?)”

Sol crept through the Hydra base, they were crawling through the vents, specifically. It was dusty, but whatever. It helped them avoid detection from any of the agents they heard walking and whispering below.

This was a surprise for them to find. Well, they’d already known about it, but the memory was one of the ones their brain had blocked out. Until recently, that is. So here they were, crawling through what they assumed was one of their old stomping grounds.

They finally came to one of the rooms they were looking for; the room of the director of this specific base. They looked through the vent grates, squinting and ripping the vent off when they noticed that nobody was in the room below.

They landed as softly as they could, then swiftly walked to the computer on the desk. They pulled the drive they had brought out of one of their many pockets, after unzipping the pocket to reach it. They clicked it into place on the computer and began downloading the files - as many as they could reach, they were one to collect as much data as they could.

Buuut this little trip might be cut short, and they might lose some of those files if the stupid data wouldn’t download fast enough. They realized this as they heard footsteps approaching the room they were in. They ducked behind the desk, drawing their handgun from its holster, glancing around the corner of the desk. Now, they just had to hope this stranger was either friendly or didn’t notice them.

[babys-got-a-gun]

If an asset escaped, all of HYDRA would know. They have the infinity stones and the good SHIELD and the Avengers are no more. They won. Any Avenger they didn't seem to care about is dead.

Black Swan was just recently wiped, because she herself had tried to rebel against everything happening. Sol isn't a sibling anymore. They're an asset just like she is. Another weapon in a struggle for power and to keep said power.

She points her gun at them, finding them behind the desk. "This can go one of two ways Solstice. Surrender or I will force you."

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Sol sighs when they see her, quickly backing away from the computer and the chip for now, not wanting anything to get damaged in what would most certainly become a fight. “Damn.” They mutter under their breath. They didn’t want to fight her.

“You’re just a pawn, an asset, so I’ll try to not hurt you too much.” They pull their own guns from their respective holsters at their hips. “Or you could pretend you never saw me, and we can both go about our days.”

[babys-got-a-gun]

Black Swan doesn't put the gun away. Had she not been recently brainwashed she might've let them get away. Though Sol is no longer a sibling to her but an asset.

"I have my orders and therefore must do this." She shrugs. "Besides you wouldn't have gotten very far anyways. Either you would've been caught or disposed of by another asset." Her voice is robotic. The Ofeliya Sol knew wasn't there right now.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

They scowl. They weren’t really expecting that to work, honestly. They can catch the signs of brainwashing, can tell when it’s recent or not. Maybe they should try to knock her out, drag her through the vents, and wait for the brainwashing to wear off.

“I’m almost offended you think so little of my skills. I’m not that easy to catch or kill.” They snatch the drive, slipping it into a pocket, and slowly start backing away, closer to the vent.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Black Swan notices where they're going and runs to block the vents. "Wanna test that theory?" She sighs. "Look I have my job to do okay? That or they beat me. You know the drill."

Maybe she'd care about Sol had she remembered him but at the moment her selflessness and empathy were gone thanks to HYDRA picking at her brain. Though there is a dash of fear in her eyes.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

“I do know the drill. Of course I do. So why do you stay?” They take a wider stance when she blocks their way, scowling at her. “You could leave. I could protect you. This doesn’t have to end in a fight or anyone getting hurt.” They have multiple safehouses. She wouldn’t even have to stay with them if she didn’t want to. Though there is safety in numbers, and they don’t want anyone falling back into HYDRA’s hands.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Black Swan's hesitates a bit though Sol can see the internal struggle in her eyes. She still has her gun pointed at Sol though. She shouldn't think for herself. That would make her a bad soldier. A bad asset. Which she is not. "And why should I believe you?"

[winter-solstice-soldier]

“Because I managed to leave. I have a life outside of orders. They’re lying to you about everything. We can be people together, have a good life outside of this hellhole.” They slip their own guns back into their respective holsters, putting their hands up. “I don’t want to fight.”

[babys-got-a-gun]

Black Swan shakes her head. She remembered this much and knows for sure it's real unlike what else HYDRA manipulates her with. "Then what? The Avengers and all other teams are either dead or with HYDRA or The Red Room. We can't do anything to change it." Her hands shakily hold the gun. "There's no hope left."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Open RP: AU Ofeliya part 0(NEW PEOPLE CAN INTERACT TOO)

10-year-old Ofeliya had just gotten out of HYDRA finally. She stays in the compound, but mostly keeps to herself and doesn't speak. She has gotten a knack for drawing and sometimes will speak through her drawings.

She does know sign language, but she doesn't like to use it much. Ofe mainly stays in her bedroom and really only comes out to eat. She even avoids those she knew in her time in HYDRA and the Red Room.

She then sees someone enter the door at watches them in distrust, clutching her plush Lynx.

You could get a peak of her drawing: a black swan trapped in a cage, before she jerks it out of view.

//because I haven't done anything of little Ofeliya yet, also she can already know you or this can be first meeting

[ancient-siren]

Sure, since they brought her into the compound. They brought her closer to safety. She was quiet as she leans in the doorway.

"Sweetheart..." She calls out. She was careful as she walks in a bit. "I brought you snacks. Are you hungry yet?" She had to be calm and easy to approach her. She couldn't scare her off.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya shrugs, unsure if she was hungry. She knows she had to be careful to not eat a lot considering she threw up the last time that happened as her body had been not used to that much food considering for how long she's been starved.

"Should I eat?" She tilts her head, her eyes softening at the sight of her Mama. Someone Ofeliya actually trusts. She still clutches the drawing of the caged black swan in her hand. She tended to draw a lot of things that most of the Avengers who didn't understand couldn't figure out, due to how HYDRA and the Red Room impacted her. Sometimes she wonders if she's not herself in drawing those pictures.

[ancient-siren]

Sienna walks in as she sat down with her. Giving her a small plate of apple slices as she took one. Taking a small bite, "Maybe a bit. You should eat a little and slow..."

She hums a bit as she watched her draw. Letting her be as she was watching more. She always watched to make sure she was okay.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofe nods taking slow small bites. "Thank you, Mama." She says quietly and then looks at the picture she drew. "Mama, am I like them? I feel like I shouldn't be living with superheros, because I'm a monster." She says quietly clutching the Lynx more and crumbling the drawing she did of the trapped Black Swan and throwing it gently on the floor. As if she didn't want to be that person anymore, but is scared that she still is.

[ancient-siren]

Sienna hums as she brushed her curls back, gently thinking. "You're not a monster...you were raised to be that inside those walls. But you're free with us... it'll take time to not think you're a monster..."

She ruffles her hair a back. "Plus you got me and papa... We got you, we'll be with you the whole step of the way my little minnow."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya smiles a tiny bit. "Te amo, Mama." She whispers and then gets another paper from her stack of blank paper and starts drawing a pretty detailed lynx. She's always liked lynxes and not just because of her stuffed lynx Lux.

[ancient-siren]

Sienna nods her head a bit. She hums softly, taking an apple to offer to Ofeliya. "Please snack just a bit...okay?"

She hums a bit more. "And I love you more....." She whispers out. Enjoying their time for a second, knowing the others were still struggling to get her out of her shell.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofe nods and eats slowly and a bit, but still stays close to Sienna. "Will they get me again?" She asks unsure.

[ancient-siren]

Sienna shook her head. "Aye no, you're gonna be safe with mama and papa..."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya seems unsure, but she nods. She then remembers. "They gave me trigger words right? Then they can bring back the Black Swan. Anyone can..." She's smart. Too smart for her age. Most girls wouldn't be thinking about things like that at her age.

[ancient-siren]

Sienna runs a hand through her curls. She was quiet as she nods her head. "We'll protect you from it..I promise it. We'll be okay my love .."

[babys-got-a-gun]

The little girl smiles, leaning into her mother's touch. "You promise?" Ofeliya did hear Sienna say it, but she liked hearing it. It made her feel safe.

[ancient-siren]

"I promise my love." She hugs her softly as she sighs. "Plus who else is gonna protect you? Papa is a bit oblivious to some things .." she jokes.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya giggles a bit a the joke. "He is!" She says still clinging to her mother. She just wants this moment to last forever. For once she doesn't think about what HYDRA or the Red Room did to her.

[ancient-siren]

"Mhm. Did you know it took him almost, what four years to figure out I liked the fool." Sienna smiles as she sighs. "Thankfully he got his head screwed on right at some point...."

[babys-got-a-gun]

She smiles. "I'm glad he did!" She hugs her mother. "Thank you, Mama!" She says with warm loving eyes.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Hello, this is KGB, we have got assignment for you

Wha-

*loading in Russian*

Auntie x2 The Red Room came back some fucking way

@your-fav-russian-assassin @the-other-belova

[babys-got-a-gun]

He’d been wiped again. He didn’t quite know what that meant, but he certainly knew it had happened from every bone in his body protesting the slightest movement he wanted to make. The cold was the only other thing he noticed, how it sucked every ounce of warmth he had from his body out, leaving him a crumpled, shaking, shivering mess in the floor of a cell he feared was not his own.

His hair had grown out. No amount of charcoal could have hidden that almost pure white hair that he was always forced to hide. It used to feel wrong to him, not having it dyed, but he couldn’t feel much of anything at the moment, and his hair would be the least of his worries compared to the cold and the pain.

He hadn’t cared to check the cell for other people. He didn’t figure they were the kind of people to let anyone but themselves handle someone so precious to them.

- @scr34m-my-n4m3 (hi,,, I’m back!)

Ofeliya Black Swan was training by herself when she saw her brother fellow asset. The trigger words weren't being used and she hadn't been wiped in awhile. She smiles. Actually smiles. No one but Snow was there so it was fine. "Hey! Wanna spar together?" She offers cheerfully.

She then notices the blank expression. That's not normal and she knows that he could be gone. "Or not...we could talk about our next mission or just not talk at all...?"

//be as mean as you want >:)

[stareye-official]

Open Rp

The infirmary

Wylan has been gone for over a year. He just left without saying anything. After being for so long he just figured out people forgot about him.

That didn't stop him from working on the infirmary, he dropped from high school, so he could focus fully on helping in the infirmary. It has been around midnight, Wylan was still working, helping people who got hurt. Just waiting when someone enters again.

Tags: (no pressure, you can use any rp blog. If you don't rp anymore just ignore this)

@narwhals-randomness @thatone-midgardian @lucegoose-the-third @chaoscoordinator-13 @silvermistymoon @annathemcuandstlover + Anyone else!

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya has a tendency to check up on those who did have a past similar to hers. Today was no different. She saw the person was named 'Wylan Novak' and like her had a past with HYDRA. She also found out that Wylan dropped from high school and focused on helping people. The red haired girl decided to bring food for him in case he was working on an empty stomach.

[stareye-official]

Wylan glanced up from his work, noticing her. "Oh! Hello!" He smiled waving slightly. "You need any help?" He asked.

[babys-got-a-gun]

The teen shakes her head. "I just thought you'd be hungry so I brought food." She says carrying multiple bags of food. "And wanted to see if you needed help." She smiles a bit. Normally Ofeliya doesn't smile, but she lets herself smile just this once.

[stareye-official]

Open Rp

The infirmary

Wylan has been gone for over a year. He just left without saying anything. After being for so long he just figured out people forgot about him.

That didn't stop him from working on the infirmary, he dropped from high school, so he could focus fully on helping in the infirmary. It has been around midnight, Wylan was still working, helping people who got hurt. Just waiting when someone enters again.

Tags: (no pressure, you can use any rp blog. If you don't rp anymore just ignore this)

@narwhals-randomness @thatone-midgardian @lucegoose-the-third @chaoscoordinator-13 @silvermistymoon @annathemcuandstlover + Anyone else!

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya has a tendency to check up on those who did have a past similar to hers. Today was no different. She saw the person was named 'Wylan Novak' and like her had a past with HYDRA. She also found out that Wylan dropped from high school and focused on helping people. The red haired girl decided to bring food for him in case he was working on an empty stomach.

[not-a-fucking-flower]

Ofeliya was walking the streets of New York City and then fell through a portal. A fucking gain? She thinks quietly before landing on the hard floor her body hurting.

She groans then gets up. The place seems a lot darker than New York. She brushes the dirt off her clothes and then notices some muggers messing with a woman. Ofe rolls her eyes and proceeds to take them all down and continues fighting accidentally punching someone in a weird turquoise costume with a mask covering her eyes.

"Sorry, I'm guessing you're not with them." Ofeliya looks the girl up and down. "You look stupid. Also it's a little early for Halloween."

@babys-got-a-gun

Pit Viper tilts her head, crossing her arms and clearly offended. "You're one to talk with the boring gray and black color schemes. Who are you supposed to be anyways?"

She's going to avoid the fact that Batman and Red Hood have similar color schemes and never mention that she said this should she tell them about this conversation. Though the girl's mouth is covered she could still see her eyes and see that this girl seems to not have been in Gotham before.

Her eyebrow raises with interest. "You're not from around here, are you?" She then smiles. "And I guess that means you want someone to give you a tour right? I can even pay to get you something to eat."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya scoffs. "I'm the Lynx. And the costume is for stealth which is more than I can say about what you're wearing. You're probably going to get yourself shot in that."

The red head watches the girl in judgement, her eyes showing she's clearly unimpressed. "I'm from New York City which seems a lot more upbeat then whatever this emo city is. I honestly don't understand how you could live here."

At the mention of going on a tour with whoever the fuck this person who's trying to be her friend and could very well be a criminal secretly or be trying to use her for something she shakes her head. "I can handle myself and have my own money." Ofeliya then starts walking off.

[not-a-fucking-flower]

Pit Viper uses her super speed to quickly follow. "Hey wait up!" This girl reminds her a lot of Jason who's tried brushing her off a lot of times. None of the times actually worked though. "We can chat whilst walking and I can show you around." Pit Viper says with a warm smile.

"I'm Pit Viper by the way. And lynxes are really cool!" She says exitedly. She wasn't going to just leave this new girl out in Gotham by herself. "What part of New York are you from?" She asks curiously.

When the red headed girl doesn't answer. She crosses her arms stubbornly. "You at least owe me for punching me like that. I didn't punch you."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya groans. "I said I'm sorry." She then rolls her eyes, knowingly. "Fine, I'm from Brooklyn and I suppose we could chat." She says knowing this girl seems to be a lot like Peter, Kamala or Kate with all that happy energy.

"Where am I anyway?" She says looking around confused. It was ironic that this girl seems to be the happiest thing here. The girl takes off her hood revealing her very blue hair.

Ofeliya then crosses her arms. "How can you be a snake anyway if you're so...you?" She asks raising an eyebrow at the girl.

[not-a-fucking-flower]

Pit Viper smiles at the victory. "See I knew I could get you to talk." She says with a teasing smile.

At the mention of Gotham she clears her throat dramatically and speaks. "This is Gotham. Most people would consider it a shitty place to live in and say to rather live in Metropolis or Blüdhaven, but I love this place just as much as Star City." She says with a smile. "Sure the crime rate is off the charts and the water is polluted as fuck, but it could be way worse."

At the second part she shrugs. "Don't judge a book by its cover. Despite my attitude I have been called cold blooded and can bite if necessary. I've also made men piss their pants." She says with a smirk.

Pit Viper then gets a notification on her phone and she smiles a bit more at seeing that her girlfriend Rhiannon Zatara-Constantine, the daughter of Zantanna Zatara and John Constantine who was rumored to be blessed by Hekate herself, texted her.

Rhiannon: The girl with red hair is your variant.

She rolls her eyes at the cryptic message, but decides to ask Lynx even if she probably shouldn't. "Do you know what being my 'variant' could mean?"

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya rolls her eyes. "I'm not talking just...strategically conversing and don't get happy about it."

"Gotham sounds horrible, but whatever." The redhead avoids saying that Pit Viper might be the happiest thing here.

She smirks at that. At least this girl has some fight in her.

Ofeliya's blood runs cold at that. This girl can't possibly be her she's too...cheerful. No this must've been a dream or maybe a mistake. "Do you know about the multiverse?" She starts calmly with a deep breath. She notices the girl nod and then continues.

"You're me in this universe and I'm you in another universe..." she tries to explain unsure how to exactly.

[not-a-fucking-flower]

Ofeliya was walking the streets of New York City and then fell through a portal. A fucking gain? She thinks quietly before landing on the hard floor her body hurting.

She groans then gets up. The place seems a lot darker than New York. She brushes the dirt off her clothes and then notices some muggers messing with a woman. Ofe rolls her eyes and proceeds to take them all down and continues fighting accidentally punching someone in a weird turquoise costume with a mask covering her eyes.

"Sorry, I'm guessing you're not with them." Ofeliya looks the girl up and down. "You look stupid. Also it's a little early for Halloween."

@babys-got-a-gun

Pit Viper tilts her head, crossing her arms and clearly offended. "You're one to talk with the boring gray and black color schemes. Who are you supposed to be anyways?"

She's going to avoid the fact that Batman and Red Hood have similar color schemes and never mention that she said this should she tell them about this conversation. Though the girl's mouth is covered she could still see her eyes and see that this girl seems to not have been in Gotham before.

Her eyebrow raises with interest. "You're not from around here, are you?" She then smiles. "And I guess that means you want someone to give you a tour right? I can even pay to get you something to eat."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya scoffs. "I'm the Lynx. And the costume is for stealth which is more than I can say about what you're wearing. You're probably going to get yourself shot in that."

The red head watches the girl in judgement, her eyes showing she's clearly unimpressed. "I'm from New York City which seems a lot more upbeat then whatever this emo city is. I honestly don't understand how you could live here."

At the mention of going on a tour with whoever the fuck this person who's trying to be her friend and could very well be a criminal secretly or be trying to use her for something she shakes her head. "I can handle myself and have my own money." Ofeliya then starts walking off.

[not-a-fucking-flower]

Pit Viper uses her super speed to quickly follow. "Hey wait up!" This girl reminds her a lot of Jason who's tried brushing her off a lot of times. None of the times actually worked though. "We can chat whilst walking and I can show you around." Pit Viper says with a warm smile.

"I'm Pit Viper by the way. And lynxes are really cool!" She says exitedly. She wasn't going to just leave this new girl out in Gotham by herself. "What part of New York are you from?" She asks curiously.

When the red headed girl doesn't answer. She crosses her arms stubbornly. "You at least owe me for punching me like that. I didn't punch you."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya groans. "I said I'm sorry." She then rolls her eyes, knowingly. "Fine, I'm from Brooklyn and I suppose we could chat." She says knowing this girl seems to be a lot like Peter, Kamala or Kate with all that happy energy.

"Where am I anyway?" She says looking around confused. It was ironic that this girl seems to be the happiest thing here. The girl takes off her hood revealing her very blue hair.

Ofeliya then crosses her arms. "How can you be a snake anyway if you're so...you?" She asks raising an eyebrow at the girl.

[not-a-fucking-flower]

Ofeliya was walking the streets of New York City and then fell through a portal. A fucking gain? She thinks quietly before landing on the hard floor her body hurting.

She groans then gets up. The place seems a lot darker than New York. She brushes the dirt off her clothes and then notices some muggers messing with a woman. Ofe rolls her eyes and proceeds to take them all down and continues fighting accidentally punching someone in a weird turquoise costume with a mask covering her eyes.

"Sorry, I'm guessing you're not with them." Ofeliya looks the girl up and down. "You look stupid. Also it's a little early for Halloween."

@babys-got-a-gun

Pit Viper tilts her head, crossing her arms and clearly offended. "You're one to talk with the boring gray and black color schemes. Who are you supposed to be anyways?"

She's going to avoid the fact that Batman and Red Hood have similar color schemes and never mention that she said this should she tell them about this conversation. Though the girl's mouth is covered she could still see her eyes and see that this girl seems to not have been in Gotham before.

Her eyebrow raises with interest. "You're not from around here, are you?" She then smiles. "And I guess that means you want someone to give you a tour right? I can even pay to get you something to eat."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya scoffs. "I'm the Lynx. And the costume is for stealth which is more than I can say about what you're wearing. You're probably going to get yourself shot in that."

The red head watches the girl in judgement, her eyes showing she's clearly unimpressed. "I'm from New York City which seems a lot more upbeat then whatever this emo city is. I honestly don't understand how you could live here."

At the mention of going on a tour with whoever the fuck this person who's trying to be her friend and could very well be a criminal secretly or be trying to use her for something she shakes her head. "I can handle myself and have my own money." Ofeliya then starts walking off.

[whiteliesblacklips]

OPEN RP - PUSHED TOO FAR

It had been a stressful week. Tests, missing shipments, and arguments with an ex made sure of that. Destiny had delt with it fairly well. His time in Hydra...well, actually, his whole life had taught him about stress and therapy had taught him to deal with it. Sip tea, take a shower. Step away from the fight.

People tend to let down those guards around friends, so, while unfortuante, it made since that it was someone close who pushed him over the edge. They'd been talking in the kitchen when his friend bumped into the handle of a pan, causing it to slip off the stove, spilling warm stir fry over the floor. Usually, Destiny would have assured them it was alright and asked if they were okay. Today, he just snapped.

"Are you blind?! Imagine if that had been hot! You could have been seriously burned! How stupid are you?" A moment later, he realizes what he's saying and who he's saying it to, but can't quite reine in his frustration. "Nevermind that. Just move. I'll clean it up."

@variousvossivixens @reveries-daydream @emiliakane @carlos-thatcher @ancient-siren @edward-darius @emiliakane @mod-does-things @stone-venom @valerie-patton @winter-solstice-soldier @the-winter-soldierr @steve-g-rogers

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya flinches a bit to his tone but seems oddly used to it. Though her mask to hide her emotions comes back. "No, I'll handle it. You clearly need a break." She says and starts cleaning it with paper towels.

She knows he's just stressed and that he isn't what they currently are in her universe. She doesn't look at Destiny as she's doing so, trying to push the memories of her big brother after HYDRA got the infinity stones and won.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Oh. I'm sorry..." He hesitates, backing up. "Really. I didn't mean... I..."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya shrugs. "It's okay." She says seemingly unbothered and used to him snapping at her. She then stands up and notices the dark circles around their eyes. "Seriously though. You should take a break. When was the last time you slept anyway?"

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yesterday? I think." He stares at her, shaking his head as if trying to get an image out of his head. "I need to remake that. Dinner has to happen."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya shakes her head. "I'll handle dinner, you rest." She crosses her arms and has a stubborn look in her eyes. She didn't seem to care about Destiny's outburst, only that he started taking care of himself.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Oh. That's very kind of you." He smiles and gives in, backing to the kitchen door. "Good luck. Thanks, sis."

[babys-got-a-gun]

"Of course." Ofeliya says with a warm smile.

When Destiny wakes up the stir fry is ready and looks actually really good. She smiles warmly. "Feel better?" She asks softly.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He blinks sleeply, taking in her and the kitchen. "Oh... Uh... A little. I'll be fine later. Did you make this? Did mom teach you? It looks like her recipe."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya smiles. "I'm glad you feel better. And yeah, Mama from my universe taught me." It was one of the few good memories she has from that universe.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Mm." He sits down at the table, frowning at the clock. "I feel like I'm forgetting something very important."

[babys-got-a-gun]

"And what's that?" She says, whilst serving Destiny the stir fry with concern.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"If I knew, I wouldn't be forgetting it." He mumbles, putting his head down in his hands. "Did I mention anything earlier about something I needed to- holy crap! I forgot to pick up Karma!" He jumps to his feet, almost knocking the chair over. "I'll be back."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods kindly with a smile. She made extra stir fry in case so if Karma was hungry, they could have some too.

[whiteliesblacklips]

Destiny returns with the rather grumpy teen and helps set the table before they sit down. As friendly as she has been, Karma is still unwilling to even acknowledge Ofeliya's existence.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya smiles warmly despite the the teenager's grumpiness and tries to come off as kind and welcoming, not pushing him to talk and also joins them.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"So," Destiny starts. "Tell me what you've been up to in your time here? Have you gone to the White Syrpent yet? Great coffee, even better whiskey."

[babys-got-a-gun]

"Not yet, should I?" Ofeliya tilts her head. Her expression still remains warm and welcoming for the sake of Karma. Her eyes still kind.

[whiteliesblacklips]

Karma grabs their dish and moves away from the table. Ofeliya could see Destiny open his mouth, then decide it wasn't a battle worth fighting and turn back to her. "Do you like either of the above or the usual surrounding companions?"

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods. "Love coffee, could always go for some good whiskey." She then notices Karma go away from them and she drops the smile. She's heard about Karma a bit, but hasn't met them officially until now. Since Karma is away from earshot she speaks a little quieter just in case. "Sorry. I should've been kinder. Maybe talked to them." She says with a sigh.

[whiteliesblacklips]

Destiny shakes his head, dropping his voice as well. "No, I don't think they want that. You're just new and that's scary." He bites his lip for a moment before adding, "You kind of have to think of them as younger than they look. Obviously, don't infantalize them, but realize that for things like this, they are still mentally ten or so. Think of how long it would take a child of that age to warm up to a complete stranger."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods still keeping her voice low. "Does the kid like to draw? I used to do that a lot when I couldn’t speak my feelings. Or was around someone new whom I didn't trust. Sometimes it became a way of talking." She asks this knowing that she has extra crayons, markers and paper in her bag as she tends to still draw things a lot.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Oh. They'd love that!" Destiny smiles. Her willingness to help and to keep trying to gently befriend the teen was so nice to see. "They love drawing."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods and leaves the drawing supplies beside Karma for them to have if needed then gives them some space, seeing that the kid didn't trust her completely yet.

[natasha-the-widow]

Open Marvel RP

//tw memory problems

"No Longer a Ghost"

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

It has been several months since Edith had welcomed Nat into her home. Memories, while hazy, were starting to slowly come back to Natasha as she adjusts to the shock of returning to life after so many years.

Today was one of those days where her memories were stronger.

Natasha is sitting on her bed, staring at the phone app. She had remembered a number, a friend from before... but was it right to call them? Maybe it was better if she stayed a ghost.

After a long amount of self-deliberation, Nat presses the call button. It rings, rings again, once more... and by the time Natasha is about to give up, whoever is on the other side picks up.

[babys-got-a-gun]

"Um...hey..."

A hesitant unfamiliar voice came on the other end. "Is this Natasha?"

Ofeliya had been told that her mother in this universe was dead. It was already bad enough losing her Мама in her universe, because HYDRA won and had all 6 infinity stones and Dreykov was controlling her. She couldn't screw this up now.

Ofeliya waits patiently for Natasha to reply, her leg bouncing anxiously. She's never been this anxious before.

[natasha-the-widow]

Natasha pauses when she doesn't recognize the voice. Did she dial the wrong number? Was she supposed to know who this was? They clearly knew her.

"That depends on who's asking."

She keeps her voice calm and collected, as if she was analyzing every second of this call.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya takes a deep breath. "This is Ofeliya Winnifred Yelena Romanova-Barnes...your um daughter from another universe." She says hesitantly, but tries to keep her voice neutral.

She's telling the truth and knew that her mom would be able to tell too, just from how her voice isn't pitched up like how when people would lie. She doesn't know the last time she even heard her full name. The fact that Bucky named her after his mother and Natasha after her little sister as her middle names. Most people knew her as only Ofeliya Romanova-Barnes. They didn't know she even had middle names.

[natasha-the-widow]

"What?"

Natasha almost drops the phone, grappling with this sudden new information. Another universe. That's not possible, right? Nat briefly scoff at the idea before hesitating. The other person was either telling the truth or fully believed it to be her truth.

"No- I have a daughter? That's not possible." Her previously collected demeanor is slipping at an alarming rate. "Hang on you said Barnes. Romanova-Barnes."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods and hears the disbelief in her voice. "I have evidence. DNA tests and pictures if you don't believe me." She knows she sounds crazy, hell she probably is crazy.

"And yeah, Barnes. The Red Room lied about sterilizing you and you were trained by the Winter Soldier. I was a result of it." She takes a deep breath. "HYDRA and the Red Room called me project Black Swan. Black Swan because I shouldn't have existed but I did. A mixture of the Red Room and HYDRA's best." She explains, her voice still not pitching up and sounding honest.

[natasha-the-widow]

"Me and Bucky? No, kid, we're not a thing. We've never been a thing."

Not in this universe at least.

Natasha falls silent for a long while, trying and failing to make a plan. None of this was making sense but the other person clearly wasn't attempting to decieve her.

"Jesus, kid. Where are you? Are you safe?"

Natasha sighs, unsure what to do with Ofeliya. Hydra and the Red Room? That spelt a threat Nat wasn't sure she could handle alone. She'll just figure this out as she goes.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya nods at that. "Different universes Мама-um Natasha." She corrects. They weren't there yet in this universe. And it's not like she could just explain that her Natasha didn't die like in this universe, but became Dreykov's permanent puppet which was something that no matter what Ofe did with the antidote, she couldn't undo. A fate much worse than death and Ofeliya left her and her Aunt Yelena there like that.

Ofeliya takes a deep breath. "Y-yeah, I'm safe now." Her voice is breaking slightly though she tries to keep it straight. "My universe wasn't exactly safe, but I'm okay now. I have a loving girlfriend and a cat and a wolfdog. We live in an apartment now." She says quietly though she didn't seem to mind if Natasha wanted to come over.

[natasha-the-widow]

She pauses at the name, but actually doesn't mind it. Somehow it felt correct, like it was in some way meant to be. Nat always wanted to be a mother, but with the Red Room and her work with the Avengers, it was near impossible.

"Right. Because the multiverse actually exists... God, this is really not my expertise."

Natasha mutters that last part, inwardly wishing she still had connections to the team.

"You're safe." Natasha repeats, as if confirming it. "And they're all from... this universe?"

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofe sighs softly. "I know it seems impossible and crazy. I didn't believe there were other universes either." She says quietly, agreeing with Natasha. "And yeah, it wasn't really my expertise as well. Still can't believe Loki's daughter was the one to explain it to my girlfriend and I." She says in disbelief.

"The cat and the dog are from this universe, but I met my girlfriend in my universe." Ofeliya says speaking fondly at the mention of her girlfriend. "I know this is a lot to process especially after everything so if you need a minute I totally get it."

[natasha-the-widow]

Natasha lets out a slightly amused exhale.

"I've dealt with aliens, magic stones, and time travel... nothing's that crazy anymore."

She pauses, tilting her head.

"Loki has a daughter? Hm. Never told any of us and everyone knows Thor can barely keep a secret."

Nat smiles as she hears Ofelia's voice grow more warm and relaxed. She couldn't explain it, but she already felt some sort of connection to Ofelia.

"It's... a lot, yeah, but I'll be okay. Just-" Natasha hesitates, unsure of how much she should say. "I'm... flying solo right now. It's Tony who generally handles this sort of thing."

At least, she was pretty sure he did-

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofelia sighs at the mention of Loki's daughter. "Yes, Loki has a daughter. We were friends in HYDRA and it was a whole thing...main point is she also was from my universe and came to this one too. She's also a major pain in my ass." Ofeliya rolls her eyes in annoyance, but there is some fondness there.

She takes a deep breath. "If you're flying solo I don't want to be a burden to you. Really. I know having a kid can be...complicated and I probably shouldn't have called." Ofeliya starts rambling.

There's a pause and Natasha could hear a brief sniffle no doubt from crying. She takes a deep breath, to stop crying and make her eyes less puffy. "I'm sorry, It’s just that the version of you in my universe is gone a-and I really didn't think I'd have a mother after that..." She hesitates but knows she can't hide it from Natasha. "My shitty handler even tried to make me believe she is my mother and sometimes I still do..."

She swallows. "But yeah, if you don't want a daughter I get it. I-I can manage by myself." She really did hope this Natasha wouldn't reject her. So far she hasn't hung up so that's a good sign.

[natasha-the-widow]

"Yeah? Clint's the same way. I'm glad you have someone like that."

Natasha chuckles. Even if her memories were still sparse, Clint was the one person she remembered the strongest.

She immediately moves to shut down Ofelia blaming herself. The timing was less than ideal, sure, but it was in no way her fault.

"You're not a burden. I promise. Trust me, it's my problem to handle, not yours."

Nat quiets down and lets Ofeliya get everything out, listening intently. There's a very quiet scoff as Natasha mutters to herself.

"Great... So I die in that universe too-"

When Ofeliya finishes, there's a brief pause as Natasha pulls herself together. She feels the need to fix this. To find her and pull Ofeliya into her arms and tell her everything will be okay.

"You don't ever have to do things alone, Ofeliya. It might be... odd at first but I'm sure we can get through this together, right?" Natasha smiles, and it can be heard in her words. "Besides, I always wanted a kid. Just never had the right circumstances for it."

Part of her was afraid she might regret this, especially if she was still trying to piece together her own broken pieces, but the rest of her was sure there was no other option. Multiverse or not, this was her daughter.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya takes a deep breath. This Natasha seems to trust her. She also knows she can't lie. "You aren't dead in my universe." Ofe pauses letting this Natasha process those words. She takes a deep breath knowing this is going to be a long conversation.

"HYDRA won. They got all 6 infinity stones. A lot of good people died. You didn't though. HYDRA got you and Aunt Lena who had escaped the Red Room and sold you both back to Dreykov. Considering he figured out mind control you can imagine how that played out." Ofeliya hesitantly explains her hands slightly sweaty. She then takes a deep breath. "I can't go back to my universe."

[natasha-the-widow]

"Hydra got the infinity stones? Jesus, kid..."

Nat mutters under her breath, struggling to hold onto her calm front as Ofeliya continues.

"Yeah, I can..."

Natasha's voice cracks ever so slightly as she wipes away a stray tear. The idea of Dreykov controlling her and Yelena like that is... rough to stomach.

"And you won't ever have to, Ofeliya. I'll make sure of that." She lets out a long breath. "Send me your coordinates. We can meet if you want."

Was it foolish given Natasha was trying to lay low? Maybe, but she just wants to pull Ofeliya into her arms and promise her everything will be okay.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya sends in the coordinates and paces waiting for her mother. What was she supposed to say or do? What if this was all one big mistake? What if Natasha looks at her and decides she doesn't want her?

She then answers the door and the composure she had completely drops. She hugs Natasha, crying, seeing that this version of her had emotion like her Natasha before Dreykov made her like a machine just like HYDRA had done to her Dad. Natasha could see that Ofeliya has her red hair combined with Bucky's blue eyes. An exact mix of the two. "Мама." She whispers, her lips trembling as she cries. Ofeliya couldn't hold it back anymore. She finally has a mom again.

[natasha-the-widow]

Nat was equally nervous as she drives out to the coordinates. She tells herself it's just fear of blowing her cover, but really Natasha is terrified about meeting her kid. Multiverse or not, this was something she had longed for. She couldn't mess this up, not when Ofeliya clearly needed someone to be there for her.

"Hey... Hey, it's okay. You're going to be okay. I'm here."

Natasha stumbles back a little, but quickly pulls Ofeliya into a tight hug. She gently rubs circles into her kid's back, giving her time to let everything out. She pauses as Ofeliya calls her mom... it felt strange, but right. She lets out a quietly amused exhale before closing her eyes.

"Yeah..."

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya just stays there for awhile in her mother's arms. It felt amazing. The best she felt in years. For once she actually felt alive again. She had her mom. The redhead is no longer a sad orphan girl anymore.

She then wipes her tears and a little embarrassed this is this version of her mother's first impression on her. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I normally don't get all emotional like this."

[angel-finallyfree]

OPEN RP! (No matter how long it’s been up)

Setting: A small cabin in the woods, hardly bigger than a large shed. It’s not the sort of thing one would expect to find, out where no human has found it worth the effort of improving the land. Except, apparently someone has. There’s a garden. In fact, it seems like all the available space is dedicated to growing food.

The world is silent. No birds. No bugs. No scampering crittiers. Complete silence save for the light rustling of wind in the trees.

Angel sits in one of those trees. She’s perched on a low branch, fully hidden in shadow, watching the intruder. Her eyes are sharp. She was made for this, a silent ambush predator. She can’t tell who the intruder is yet, with their back turned to her. 

// This RP is open to anyone, OCs or canon characters of any fandom! (But especially Bucky Barnes/other current or former HYDRA characters/ocs) //

Additional information: This is set about two years after Angel left HYDRA. Nobody has seen her since then, and she hasn’t spoken to anyone at all in that time.

Note that Angel is actively hostile towards current HYDRA agents and generally suspicious of former ones.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya was running. She notices the cabin and slows down a little, praying it's abandoned. She couldn't think. Fear muddled the ability to. Her crazy ass HYDRA handler who was supposed to be stuck in her universe whilst she's in this one, came to this universe too. Though she seemed hidden enough now. She's safe.

As if not existing in this universe and having to reintroduce herself to everyone wasn't enough.

[angel-finallyfree]

Angel looks down at the stranger in her home. She’s been taught to read people at a glance and this newcomer, she’s running from something. What that something is, however, Angel has no idea. Angel might have to run too. If the stranger brings trouble…

Maybe she needs help. But that’s not Angel’s job. Except, it might be a good way to start making amends for the harm she’s done, putting some good into the world by helping someone in distress. Unless it ends with Angel hurt more. Then it’s not worth it.

She’s conflicted, and settles on just watching, seeing what the stranger does next. See if she enters Angel’s house, or runs further, or whatever it is she’s planning to do.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya is also conflicted. She notices the house is abandoned though believes the owner must be around the area. So she just waits by the front door. She then takes a deep breath.

"Look if the owner of this house is here, I could really use help. My uh...my abuser from my past is back and I need somewhere to hide so they don't find me." She says simply, looking down at the floor. Abuser is an understatement of her handler, but it's the best description she can think of without mentioning she used to work for HYDRA.

[angel-finallyfree]

A place to hide? Angel’s got that. It’s basically all she has. If she let this stranger run off, she… well, it’s not like she’s sleeping through the nights anyway, but she’d have even more trouble. Even so, she’s wary. She flicks her knife out and holds it ready.

Angel drops down to the ground. Not as silent as she’d like. The leaves crunch under her boots and the sound carries in the still air.

“You. Name.” Angel doesn’t point the knife at her, but she doesn’t make much effort to hide it.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya takes a millisecond before speaking. "Ofeliya." She knows that this version of Angel won't recognize it, because she doesn't exist in this universe. She doesn't have a variant here.

[angel-finallyfree]

“Ofeliya,” Angel repeats. She narrows her eyes and gestures back the direction she saw Ofeliya came from. “You say there is someone looking for you. I am not against helping you, but I do not want trouble in my home. Will they find you?”

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya shakes her head. "They hate the woods. Says there's too much bugs." She takes a deep breath. "That's why I've been mainly staying out here for weeks."

[angel-finallyfree]

“Weeks. That explains how you have found this.” She looks Ofeliya over. “What have you eaten? Drank? You are injured, or healthy?”

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya shrugs. "I managed to catch a few squirrels, I ran out of water a little while ago and I'm not injured." She doesn't answer the question about being healthy because she honestly doesn't know.

[angel-finallyfree]

Angel sighs and stands up straighter. “Okay. Okay, empty pockets. I want to see everything you have. For safety. Then inside, then food and water.”

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya sighs before hesitantly emptying her pockets which included some knives, some guns and the two batons she occasionally uses from time to time. "I um....had an interesting childhood..." she says unsure how to explain the weapons. She did have some medical stuff and some normal things until she pulls out dog tags. Dog tags which used to belong to her Dad James Buchanan Barnes. A hero. The Winter Soldier.

[angel-finallyfree]

”Not a problem. A lot of people did.” She watches the weapons as they’re set down. There’d be no way to know if there’s any concealed on Ofeliya’s person without searching her, and Angel’s not particularly keen in that.

Her eyes narrow in on the tags. She can’t read them from where she is, but she’s a bit curious. “Are those yours?”

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya looks at the dog tags and nod. "Um yeah...family heirloom I guess." She says it kind of like a question. The redhead fears that she can see the name 'James Buchanan Barnes' on one of them.

She then takes a deep breath. "So you live here?" Ofe says trying to change topics with a hint of curiosity. "Or is this a vacation thing?"

[angel-finallyfree]

Angel frowns, but doesn’t push further on the tags. She thinks she’ll probably look at them later, when Ofeliya isn’t paying attention.

“This is my current residence,” Angel says as she pushes the door open. It’s heavy, and doesn’t open unless you push at just the right angle, so she thought finding a way to lock it was an unnecessary effort.

She waves toward the open doorway, stepping aside so Ofeliya can enter.

[babys-got-a-gun]

Ofeliya does enter with a bit of a smile. "Nice place." She compliments, crosses her arms and looking around observantly. To be fair this place looked nicer than any of the safehouses she had which is saying a lot.

This is definitely better than being stuck in thr woods or in a HYDRA base with her bitch of a handler. In the woods there's wolves and wild animals plus the weather change is a big thing like a thunderstorm could come out of nowhere and she'd need to find shelter fast. And she doesn't even want to think about if she got caught.