It is a peace offering. One that will hopefully keep her entertained like a babe in a crib or a toddler with something shiny. No one told him he’d be babysitting more often than not. There had to have been someone better suited.
Sticking a child out on their first run with him was…
HYDRA didn’t make mistakes.
She’s hungry, at least he knows what to do to assuage that. He’s in civilian clothes stocked in their poor excuse for a closet, false back shifted to permit him the access to stow his unused guns, hers too. One for his belt, knives for her. Until he learned what made her trigger finger itch she’s limited on recon.
“Get dressed.” He doesn’t mean the Widow’s suit, sweet as it fits her, he chooses a gaudy sunflower dress and lays it over the foot of her bed. Sticking out like a sore thumb sometimes helped you blend in.
Thumbing through the cell provided there’s local hotspots to eat at closer than he thinks. One in particular suggested be their choice of dining. The target’s having his weekly meeting.
Habit, or more aptly reflex, slides his gaze to the time staring static back at him. 32 hours since he’d been woken up.
“Seafood shack by the shore. Target arriving in 30. We’re to arrive in 15.”
Yelena MAY have been a child compared to most of the people he surely worked close with in the past, but there WAS a reason they trusted her with this mission. She was the best in her class if you could call it that - and this was one of the final tests. To see if she could be OUT there in the world, regarded with LESS eyes as the mission ticked onward. She was keen to pass it, if not only because it meant she gained an OUNCE of freedom.
Eyes had flickered back to the TV as the man began to stash their weapons AWAY. She didn’t like the thought of being without her knives, but he was the boss. If he wanted her on recon, she’d be on recon whether she liked it or not. And then that HIDEIOUS dress was tossed onto her bed and a frown crossed upon her features. REALLY? Brows furrowed in silent response and for a moment all she could do was stare at him. To see if he was SERIOUS. He seemed to be. The blonde THOUGHT about arguing, but she knew him better than that.
It was pointless. So with merely a HUFF, the girl grabbed the dress and disappeared into the bathroom. Perhaps she didn’t have to, as his eyes were currently GLUED to the phone in his hand, but hey ... the girl could have a moment of privacy if she so chose. Once dressed, she emerged from the separate room and held her hands out by her SIDES. ❝Why do I get the feeling you picked this thing out by yourself? ❞
The dress was rather BRIGHT and in your face. It screamed that she wanted attention and sure, that could be used to their advantage but did it have to be so MUCH? One redeeming quality perhaps was that it hugged her curves rather well. She caught sight of herself in the dingy mirror as she crossed the room and with a prolonged glance, she decided maybe it wasn’t TOO bad. Save for the PRINT itself. He spoke out an order without even looking up at her, and all she could do was roll her eyes before slipping on her shoes in preparation to leave.
