I AM STILL RUSSIAN

“Leather jacket fetishist,” Bucky repeated, her voice leavened by amusement. “I’m sure you’ve encountered ‘em – they see a woman dressed for the job and they just can’t tear their eyes away. If I was wearin’ high-heeled boots he’d probably be droolin’ into his coffee.”

@bokketo​ asked:  James looks at Yelena for a long moment, barely blinking, and then huffs. “You slap harder than some of the punches I’ve taken. I’m not sure whether to be impressed or worried.”

     “Don’t call me Clinton,” he replies instantly. It’s almost reflexive at this point, but he does hate his full name almost as much as he hates the people who gave it to them, and hate isn’t something that comes naturally to him. “We’re dropping in from the fifth floor of the night court, knocking out any guards on the way, not killing anyone, and then kidnapping the person being prosecuted because if they go behind bars, we’ll never get the information we need to take down The Horseshoe Crab, which is still the stupidest name for a villain ever. Nat will have an extraction team waiting waiting for us, because I sure as hell am not torturing this guy. Please try not to murder him?”

“I see him,” Bucky said, not looking over at the staring man. “Whaddaya think? Secret agent? Autograph seeker? Leather jacket fetishist? My bet’s the latter.”

     It’s not that Natasha is opposed to killing people. These days, she’s only more selective about who she takes out, rather than following any sort of moral norms. And as far as this trio of pursuers is concerned, she actually does need them to keep following her for a little longer until she can turn the tables on them. She doesn’t care about them, of course, but their boss has been a thorn in her side. “You’re a spoiled brat,” she laughs, but takes another sip of the coffee appreciatively before returning it. “Your time playing socialite has refined your palate too much, darling.”

      yelena brings a hand up to cover her face, taking a moment to breathe lest she say something unkind. natasha has given her enough lectures on her attitude lately.  ❝ clinton. you are making absolutely no sense and it is beginning to irritate me. ❞ she drops her hand, turning properly to him.  ❝ where are we getting in, and how many people do you need me to take out? ❞

    ❝ do you see him? ❞ she tilts her head minutely in the man’s direction, sipping her coffee.  ❝ he has not looked away from you for five minutes now. ❞

    ❝ you are overthinking. ❞ she tsks lightly, pointing down at the screen.  ❝ we go in, we kill the guards, we take the drive. we do not need so many strategies. we are quite talented, no? ❞

     “More than sufficient,” she answers before grinning. “I’m as well as can be expected with three people attempting to tail me day and night. They’re such a nuisance.” Nat’s voice drops. “Can’t even just kill them and be done with it, more’s the pity.” Her hand sneaks out and grabs Yelena’s coffee cup, taking a sip and resuming her usual speaking volume. “This is nice. You don’t know the city but you know its coffee?”

     Meeting in public isn’t their usual m.o., but in a city without a safehouse where Natasha knows that there are eyes on her hotel, this is the best option. Yelena’s managed to get a table towards the back where they can sit facing the rest of the café, and Nat slides in next to her. “I should have made you wait longer, Yelena,” she teases before putting an arm on the other woman’s arm. “I trust you’re well?”

      yelena smiles behind her coffee cup as she watches natasha approach her table, her gaze drifting across the redhead. she looks wonderful, as always.  ❝ mm, finally. i have been waiting thirty minutes, natalia. ❞

“I mean it’s not a no.” He started, tilting his head to the side. “But am I going to be committing treason if I do it?” Not that he thought she would be asking him to do something like that, but these days he figured it was best to find out up front. 

“it was not worth it.” gaja told her, entering the hotel room. she was careful not to touch anything she didn’t have to so as not to get anything dirty. “thank you, yelena.” she had wiped off the palms of her hands to the best of her ability and now she could finally get everything off of her.