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Yelena had arrived home just after 5am - not long after she’d woken up, patched up and back together. She’ll thank Barton for that later in her own way - what way, she’s not entirely sure, but it’s definitely not to hang around his apartment and cause a fuss. No, she had quickly sent a few messages through to a very panicked Val and made her way home, not wanting to worry her friend any further than she already has. It’s one thing hiding half of her life from someone she’s come to care for, but it’s another to cause her undue stress because of it.
She’s barely even had a chance to change when she hears a frantic knock on the door, frowning as she shrugs a sweater on. Whoever it is, she plans to ignore it, but she checks anyway, heading out of her room slowly, careful not to move too quickly lest she pop her stitches or aggravate her bruises. A quick look through the peephole and Yelena can see a very worried Val on the other side of the door.
Yelena pauses for a moment, leaning her forehead against the door, considering her options. She can try and play this off but Val is smart, she’ll know something’s wrong. There are bruises on her neck she can’t hide anyway, she knows that. But... she’s come to learn that Val can be stubborn. If she’s here, she’s not going away. Taking a deep breath, Yelena stands up straight and pulls the door open, offering Val a smile. “I told you you didn’t have to come.”