Don't Give Me Hope

heavily affliated with: @grimmusings

"Is nice, yes? Very peaceful. No stupid meetings. Nobody asking me to fill out paperwork." Her eyes narrow playfully as they settle on Kate, clearly amused by her unexpected arrival. "Usually nobody interrupting me either, but I suppose I can make exception." Yelena sinks a little deeper with a contented sigh before nodding toward the bath. "Well? Get in. You can tell me what you want while enjoying yourself."

"Good thing you have me, yes?" A pleased little smile appears as she looks up at him. "Otherwise you would sit here all night with your disgusting coffee and your brooding face, making everyone uncomfortable. We should go out and get you the city's best coffee."

Recognition comes quickly, followed by a small lift of Yelena's eyebrows as she looks him over with absolutely no shame about what she's doing. "Wow. Okay." A quiet laugh slips out through her nose. "You are very... Captain America, aren't you?" She gestures vaguely at all of him before slipping her hands into her pockets. "Very tall. Very blond. Very annoyingly handsome. Is ridiculous." Her head tilts, amusement brightening her expression as she takes another step closer. "Yelena Belova." A little smirk pulls at her mouth. "I know who you are, obviously. But you should still introduce yourself. We can pretend this is normal."

A low grunt is the only response Hanzo gets at first, Frank's attention remaining on the weapon in his hands as he finishes checking it over. "Yeah, alright," he mutters eventually, setting it aside before finally looking up. There's something about the other man he hasn't quite figured out yet, and Frank isn't in any hurry to make assumptions. He leans back slightly, arms folding across his chest. "So what is it you want from me?"

The arrow buries itself in the wall about three inches from Frank's head, and for a second he just stares at it before slowly turning toward the young woman holding the bow. His expression goes flat. "You kiddin' me with this?" His gaze drops to the bow, then returns to her with absolutely no improvement in his mood. "Look, I don't know who the hell you are, but you wanna play Robin Hood, go do it someplace else."

"Already told the last guy I'm fine," he mutters when she approaches, knowing damn well the monitors beside him aren't doing much to support that argument. His eyes narrow when she reaches for the IV line anyway. "You the one they send in when the patient ain't cooperating, or'd I just get lucky?"

For a long second, his eyes move from the woman to the hammer in her hand and then back again, suspicion settling deeper into his expression. Frank's seen enough strange shit by now to know better than to assume anything, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. His grip stays firm around his pistol as he studies her from a careful distance. "Alright," he mutters. "Don't know who the hell you are, don't know what the hell that thing is, but I'm guessin' you didn't bring it for decoration." His gaze flicks toward the hammer once more before returning to her face. "So how 'bout you tell me whether you're gonna be a problem before I gotta figure it out myself?"

Frank's jaw tightens as another strand of webbing catches the barrel of his rifle and yanks it sideways, the shot burying itself harmlessly into brick. "Jesus Christ." He jerks the weapon back and looks up just in time to catch a flash of red and blue disappearing over his head. Kid hasn't stopped moving—or talking—for the last ten goddamn minutes. "You ever shut the hell up?" Frank growls, ripping the webbing from the rifle with considerably more irritation than patience. His eyes track Spider-Man as he swings overhead before narrowing. "And quit touchin' my guns."