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codenamehavkeye:

“Figures. Makes sense. Far as I’ve learned, those kinds of feelings don’t go away,” Clint replied. God. Everything about this trip, watching Natasha and Yelena—his mind kept bouncing right back to Barney, like a fucking boomerang. What it felt like to be left behind, and, yeah, understand why. But never really get over it, anyway. God knew he was still raw, sometimes more, sometimes less, when he ran into Barney. Even if he was pretty sure that his brother couldn’t or wouldn’t kill him. He’d bank on the first, though he’d really like to believe the second. “Think you two’ll ever live in some kind of harmony?” he asked, almost wistful.

Yelena made a non-committal sound in the back of her throat. Perhaps they would dull now. Quiet into something more manageable now that her sister was here and solid and real. She hoped they wouldn't solidify into a long-standing resentment. His next question came after a beat of silence, a moment where they seemed to both be lost in their own thoughts, and so she took a second to turn it over in her head. "Potentially. The Red Room did not encourage harmony but I would like it to be possible."

#{ clint barton }#{ CLINT THREAD 002 }

onetruewayne:

Damian fell into step, eyes on the tree line. He wasn’t going to just not make a point of searching for oddities just because he believed his father would spot them first. No use letting themselves get dropped on if communication was down. “We aren’t so far from Russia here. Do you visit it?”

They weren’t so far from a League of Assassins base either. A train, a boat, a hike, he could be there. They probably knew right where he was. They seemed to have a preternatural ability to locate any Wayne. His mother would more likely just send someone to try and kill him as a test, not someone who could actually do it, just to make sure his skills were sharp. As far as he knew the Widow program was buried. No new Widows being made by the Russians, but they had a way of burying intel under lies.

His question would have earned a distasteful curl of her lip if she wasn't so set on getting the truth of their encounter out of him early. Instead, she just shook her head, enough to dislodge a few wisps of blonde hair from the braid she had pulled it back into. "No. There is nothing left for me in Russia any longer."

The Widow program still beat there, alive and thriving. Girls were being taken, the same way she had been, and tortured until their minds snapped under the weight of it. The thought of returning to Russia made her feel sick to her stomach. Yet she knew it would come eventually. There was no way to destroy the program without returning there after all.

#{ damian wayne }#{ DAMIAN THREAD 001 }

onetruewayne:

Damian scoffed at that, nodding his head. Most people didn’t even know he was telling a joke. Granted, Damian had been told by many that he didn’t deliver jokes like jokes. Most people also didn’t know how to use their knee to crush a windpipe. “I suppose you’re not entirely wrong. Caution has never really been a bad thing anyway. Especially not with how many super powered people are all sitting in one place. If Luthor had a whiff of it here, we’d be pinned down.”

How did one politely say, so do you still kill? When was the last time you killed someone? Did you feel anything? Instead he tried to focus on his body and not seeming entirely ridiculous and stiff. He wasn’t sure he succeeded. “Your training and mine are not… entirely dissimilar. I could finish your scouting with you.”

Yelena made a quiet, considerate sound in the back of her throat. His point was a good one. They were very well armoured here - especially with the skillsets and powers of their force - but it would not take long for Luthor to outmanoeuvre them if they were not careful going forward. She was only patrolling out of habit if truth be told but the situation at the Mousehole was enough to keep her tactical mind ticking quietly, curious as to how this would all play out.

"You are more than welcome to walk with me." She said, voice even. There was something brewing under the surface. She could wait, patient as death, until he deigned it a suitable time to bring it up.

#{ damian wayne }#{ DAMIAN THREAD 001 }

codenamehavkeye:

“I don’t think she was nervous about that.” Well, maybe a little. A reasonable amount, for meeting up with one’s assassin sibling years later. But to be fair, Clint was the one who’d been more worried about Yelena trying to shoot Natasha full of holes for one reason or another. “Probably more about how the reunion would go. If you’d get along. If there’d be hard feelings. That kind of thing.” Not like he was any decent authority on family, though.

Yelena grumbled a little. "I could have killed her. Arrogant-" she trailed off, muttering a little in Russian about older sisters and their arrogance. She exhaled a long breath eventually though and turned over his words in her head, attempting to measure a response. "I am not mad at her. I understand." She started quietly before sighing and shaking her head. "But the Red Room is not a place for a child to grow up and she left me there to do exactly that. That still hurts."

#{ clint barton }#{ CLINT THREAD 002 }

onetruewayne:

Damian scowled. He put his hands on his hips to try and bring himself taller. He always seemed to forget he’d grown seven inches in a year and a half and he didn’t have to try to tower tall. “I’ve been told my sense of humor is unique. I just think most people tell bad jokes.”

He resisted the urge to shift his weight, he didn’t want to look like he might run. He wanted to… get her perspective. Talk to her maybe. There weren’t many people in their community that understood the perspective of going from assassin to hero. Even if it had been years since Damian’s last kill, he always worried he only held back for his father’s sake. “Why are you patrolling? Batman’s security is unparalleled.”

Yelena raised an eyebrow at that. Perhaps there was something they could agree on after all. "Most people do tell bad jokes, yes. They lack the experience to know what in life is actually funny." She replied cooly, letting her posture slip into a comfortable slouch as she spoke.

His question was one that perhaps would be that of a brat. Except Yelena could see the way he wound himself taut, resisting the urge to move, to draw her eye. He had something more to say. So she allowed the question and humoured him with a response instead. "It is an old habit. There is no eye you can trust except your own in matters such as these. No matter how reliable you think everyone else may be."

#{ damian wayne }#{ DAMIAN THREAD 001 }

codenamehavkeye:

“Mm. Seems to be something you have in common,” Clint noted, with a smile. Yeah, he remembered what Natasha had been like in those early days—not so different from now, really, but with these razor-edges to her… “She was just about out-of-her-skin excited to hear from you. In her own way,” he said, testing out how she’d react to that. “Haven’t seen her so nervy in a long time.”

"Seems to be. Perhaps I learned it from her," she said evenly. The Red Room asked for razor edges, the knife that would cut - provided it was never turned on them. She and Natasha had found a way to flip the blade the other way. Perhaps that was why. The idea that her sister had been excited to hear from her was something foreign however. "She did not have to be nervous. I was hardly going to kill her."

#{ clint barton }#{ CLINT THREAD 002 }

riseofthewitch-deactivated20240

@belyypauchok

Wanda wasn’t able to answer Yelena’s call to train, but she was sure that the Widow knew why. News spread like wildfire in the Mousehole. Wanda’s shame was surely on everyone’s lips. She’d almost killed everyone. She was dangerous. Fortunately if Yelena was anything like Nat, she wouldn’t hold it against her. Yelena was dangerous too.

It was even more important to Wanda than ever to add new skills to her repertoire. She wanted to control her mind, magic, and body. Widows were women. They knew how to fight to every advantage of women’s bodies. If Wanda could learn to fight like Yelena, she could rely less heavily on her magic. That might be a good thing while she was still training it at this new level she had. She just had to convince Yelena it was never her intention to stand her up or waste her time.

She found her on her way to train herself and hoped she could just join in. “Hello Yelena,” she greeted, a little bit shy and picking at her nails nervously. “I’m sorry I missed our appointment. Is it too late to reschedule?” The Spider probably had no interest in hearing Wanda’s sob story, especially if she already knew it, so the witch got right to the point.

belyypauchok

riseofthewitch:

@belyypauchok

Chaos demons and fake children and apparent soul children. The Scarlet Witch had certainly been busy. Yelena had not been surprised when she didn't show up to the date they had set for sparring practice - or rather, the teaching session that Yelena had agreed to give her. Still, she knew that dangerous women ran rife in this place.

So when Wanda fell into step with her as she made her way to the gym for her own session, she did nothing except offer her a cursory glance once over. "Hello Wanda," she returned, once she was satisfied that the other woman was physically in fine shape. She had no qualms about doing their training now but she would not train someone who was injured - certainly not at a first session.

"I heard the reason. I think it can be excused on this occasion." These things were collateral in the life of the superhero, from what she could tell, and so Yelena hummed thoughtfully for a moment before letting her lips twitch up in a mildly amused smile. "I am more than happy to do some foundational work with you now before my own workout."

#{ wanda maximoff }#{ WANDA THREAD 002 }

onetruewayne:

“Impressive. I’ve always admired the efficiency of the Widows.” His mother had spoken highly of them. He’d seen a few in action over the years, tapes he was shown as a child of working with a small size. He had been taught the training they underwent was brutal, backbreaking, and made them into perfect weapons. He should admire them for that, but never become a weapon entirely himself. He was meant to lead. They were meant to be used.

Damian put his arms across his chest, watching her. Looking for signs of something. He wasn’t sure what, maybe that she was deadly, maybe that she was not deadly at all and an actress.

“Robin. It has always been Robin and Batman. Unless your intelligence is lacking and I should rescind my admiration.”

The comment about the efficiency of the Widows raised her hackles slightly but Yelena merely shrugged, sliding her hands into her back pockets - the image of disaffected nonchalance. When you knew you were the deadliest in the room, it earned a laissez-faire attitude rather quickly. There was an entitled air about this man, the kind that indicated he believed he should hold the reins of people like her - of weapons.

"Perhaps it is that you lack humour or the mental flexibility to understand joking behaviour," she returned with a raised eyebrow.

She chose to say nothing else. She would not rise to the bait of the Widow program. He did not deserve such a conversation.

#{ damian wayne }#{ DAMIAN THREAD 001 }

codenamehavkeye:

“As much as she ever talks ‘a lot’ about anything,” Clint acknowledged, head lolling back against the headrest. Was it her choice or his to not talk about the past, to enjoy the present? Probably both of theirs, really. “But you were on her mind. Little things, you know, but. The kinds of things you remember.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw, feeling the stubble growing there. “You’re snarkier than I expected for a Widow.”

Yelena made a soft sound of acknowledgement, low in her throat. That sounded closer to the truth. They were not prone to dwelling on the past and memories were such fickle things when you lived under the thumb of the Red Room. "Hmm," she added, turning the idea over in her head. "I see. Well. I remembered things too," she said, letting the subject rest for a moment. His next remark earned a quiet bark of laughter. "I have only just gotten my own mind back. I believe I was this snarky before."

#{ clint barton }#{ CLINT THREAD 002 }

riseofthewitch-deactivated20240

[Commlink Open: @belyypauchok ] You are Natasha’s sister right? A Black Widow like her?

belyypauchok

riseofthewitch:

[Commlink Active] Ok. I’ll be there.

[Commlink Active] As for poisons… let’s see where the combat goes before we start with that!

[Commlink Active] Noted. For now.

[Commlink Active] I will see you directly.

#{ wanda maximoff }#{ WANDA THREAD 001 }#// pick up a new one?

onetruewayne:

“Birdwatching.” Damian said dryly. He was impressed she spotted him from his perch up in the trees. He allowed himself the concession he hadn’t really made a proper hiding spot of it, he took his ability to disappear very seriously.

Still, he dropped down gracefully. He flipped his notebook closed and stored his pencils in his dog themed fanny pack. He wasn’t actually birdwatching, he was drawing mostly stores in town from memory. Half a challenge to replicate an accurate memory, half just to practice architecture because he had a problem getting frustrated when the lines weren’t perfect.

“You’re a Widow.”

Yelena canted her head, gaze roving over him to take in the too-serious demeanour, the dry wit, and the ridiculous animal-themed apparel. "Yes," she admitted, with little more than an idle wave of her hand. She made no secret of her past as a Widow.

An amused smile curled the corners of her lips as she lifted one shoulder in an errant shrug. She knew of this kid's ilk for sure but it was always fun to toy around - especially when they took their vigilantism so seriously. Yelena raked a hand through long, honey-blonde locks to keep them from her face and smiled indulgently.

"Let me guess. Some kind of bat...or is it a robin these days? You are all so hard to keep up with."

#{ DAMIAN WAYNE }#{ DAMIAN THREAD 001 }

OPEN

Yelena was prowling. It was the best way to describe it. She was antsy and restless and something in the castle felt wrong. So here she was, taking laps of the perimeter and trying to sink into the familiar rhythms of surveillance, when she spotted a figure in the distance.

Pursing her lips, she approached with all the silence she could muster, before clearing her throat once sharply.

“Why are you out here?”

#srisingstarter

riseofthewitch-deactivated20240

[Commlink Open: @belyypauchok ] You are Natasha’s sister right? A Black Widow like her?

belyypauchok

riseofthewitch:

[Commlink Active] Good. Where and when? I’m happy to offer you a warm meal in return for each lesson.

Wanda was being friendly and playful so Yelena might be at ease. It was like she was asking for a simpler favor than learning to fight. That required skill from Yelena. To tell the truth she enjoyed cooking for Yelena before as well. It was nice to try to find something that she could like for herself.

[Commlink Active] I promise again not to poison the food.

[Commlink Active] In the gym of this place, later this evening. It will be quieter.

The offer was nice, actually. The idea of being compensated for what she was teaching, rather than shunned for it, was something new. Maybe she could get used to the promise of a warm meal.

[Commlink Active] No need to worry. We will get to poisons eventually.

#{ WANDA THREAD 001 }#{ wanda maximoff }#sorry i suck and lost this lmaooo

codenamehavkeye:

“Your powers of observation are on point,” Clint replied, also with no heat. It felt like a weird kind of family field trip—sitting in the driver’s seat with Natasha’s maybe-unhinged kind-of little sister in the backseat, the both of them waiting for Nat to come back from the gas station.

He tapped his fingers on the door where his forearm was braced, the window cool against his skin. “I’m just thinking. ‘Tasha’s talked a lot about you.” Well. A lot was relative. Neither he nor Natasha liked talking about the past much.

"Thank you. It was the years of childhood training as an assassin that did it," she countered easily, a slight tick in her cheek that belied her mild amusement at the entire situation. It was hardly something she could shy away from at this point.

"Has she?" Yelena asked evenly, eyebrow lifting. She hadn't expected Natasha to tell anyone about her. Why would she care to think about the sister that she had abandoned all those years ago after all?

#{ clint barton }#{ CLINT THREAD 002 }

grlwonder:

“I would say that’s a safe assumption.” The Avengers had been a group that Cassandra had raised her eyes at initially, considering the line-up that had been thrown together. All heavy-hitters, though Cassie had certainly questioned it at first. A rather strange team to put together, but they proved to be effective and Black Widow had done her work to prove that she wanted to change her story. Cassie couldn’t help but wonder if her sister wanted the same, or if she simpy wanted out from the life they’d both shared. “Does that mean that you’ll be joining us? Or are you planning on just sticking around for now?” There was a difference, a notable one, and Cassie was curious to hear the answer.

Yelena nodded quietly, letting her gaze flicker around the room. Not that it meant she had lowered her guard around the other woman. The question was enough to make her think for a moment, turning it over in her head. She hadn't considered if she was going to stay with the Nomads. She had only wanted to end the Red Room. "My sister and I have something we have to do. It's important."

She sighed and rocked back on her heels, shrugging slightly. "After that, I do not know. It depends how it all goes. Perhaps it would be my last mission." She said. It was a real possibility when the Red Room was concerned after all.

#{ cassandra sandsmark }#{ CASSIE THREAD 001 }

chernyypauk:

Natasha quickly moved to fix upended furniture, moving to collect her gun from the floor and tuck it away into the holster on her belt. Yanked a knife from the wall, slid that back away as well, and then did a quick sweep-around of the room. “We should get going.” She nodded towards the door, moving in slow steps towards it. “Barton should have the car by now. It’s best to keep moving.” The Avengers were public faces, and Natasha had made an explosively public exit from the ISA’s payroll. The Red Room would be looking for Yelena, wouldn’t be likely to let one of their Widows go without a hunt and a fight. Moving, and quickly, would be best for all of them. “How did you get away?” Breaking free had been nearly impossible for Natasha. Decades of brainwashing and conditioning had made the Red Room a part of her, perhaps the biggest part. Natalia mattered little outside of her accomplishments as a Black Widow. It had taken years for Natasha to find herself, and even still she knew there was work to be done.

Yelena nodded, following towards the door, falling into step with her sister. "Barton? You will have to explain that when we are not doing all of this spy shit," she drawled, shoving her hands into her jacket pocket - all the fight out of her frame and leaving her in a relaxed position, eyes lightly following Natasha as they moved. It made sense to move on as quickly as possible.

"It's complicated," she muttered, one hand wrapping around the vials in her pocket. None of them had broken in the tussle, a fact for which she was thankful for. "I'll explain when we're out of here. Things have changed since you were there."

#{ natasha romanoff }#{ NATASHA THREAD 001 }

amzingspider:

“I’m a New Yorker, we’re not exactly famous for our patience.” Peter laughed. “I always have a goal if I’m walking somewhere so excuse me for being curious.” Even though his tone was trying to be offended, it really wasn’t.

“You’re very nosy aren’t you?” Peter lifted an eyebrow at her. “It’s because I was never an Avenger, they tried to get me a few times but I always turned the offer down. I don’t do team ups.”

"You Americans. Always the way," she parried back. "And you are very much not excused but I do understand," she added casually.

"I prefer to call it intel gathering," Yelena added, lifting her own eyebrow in return. "Mm, I see. Why do you not like the Avengers?"

#{ PETER PARKER }#{ PETER THREAD 001 }

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