#musesinked

Her heart is loud, beating violently in her throat and against her ribcage as she leaps over from one rooftop to the next, even though she knows she got the potential pursuers off her back. She can hear the blaring of the police sirens down below, panicked voices shouting and fingers pointing to the office building that just went up in flames.

It was not her fault, technically, that someone has decided to put a bounty on her head while she was gathering intel from one of the Oscorp subsidiaries. One thing lead to another, a time bomb ticking below one of the desks, and approximately fifteen seconds to get out of there.

With a determination to remove herself from the mess that is about to follow, Yelena is at least twenty blocks away before she comes to a halt to catch her breath, the hard drive safe within one of her many vest pockets.

Only then she notices a soft squirming in her hand, and realizes that the guinea pig she has taken on her way out has magically survived the escape without a scratch.

"Do not worry, малышка, you are safe now. I will take good care---"

The finger stroking the tiny rodent's fur suddenly comes to a halt when she hears the movement behind her; but tension between her shoulder blades instantly eases when a flash of recognizable purple comes into view.

"Please do not tell me you are here to get in my way, Kate Bishop. Again."

She greets, but despite her teasing words a little smile lights up her features at a familiar face. How long has it been - a year maybe? - since they have seen each other last. Kate seems taller, more muscular, better equipped - at least from what Yelena notices with a first appraising glance over her form.

Yelena approached one of the unconscious men and reached for the arrow that kept the man pinned to the wall. The assassin pulled it out and admired the small changes the archer had made. Taking the arrow with her, Yelena casually walked down the cold alleyway towards the sounds of fighting. She stepped over fallen enemies and offered absolutely no help when she finally spotted the archer.

It was three against...actually one of Kate's enemies just fell. It was two against one. The archer had already defeated numerous other enemies. Yelena was doubtful that the two remaining men would give Kate Bishop much trouble. So, the assassin waited. The two men Bishop was fighting were rough but really terrible fighters. A groan came from one of the archer's fallen enemies. Just as the man was starting to climb back onto his feet, Yelena shot a widow bite at his chest. Back down he went.

"Ugh, if you're so bored, why don't you just leave?" she snapped, a sly smirk twisting her lips before her face lit up in faux realization. "Oh, wait! You can't!" The smile gleamed, sharp and wicked, but just as quickly, it faded into thin air. The momentary pleasure she took from it vanished in a blink, as fleeting as a puff of smoke.

"Alright, alright," Agatha sighed, the weight of inevitability pressing on her words. "Clearly, we need to find a way out of here, which—ugh—means we’ve got to work together." She almost spat the last part, her distaste for the idea all too clear. It wasn’t as if she had any other choice. Rio would resist, of course. She always did. The woman was as predictable as she was infuriating. But what was Agatha to do? There was no one else she could turn to. And as much as she'd love to solve this mess all on her own, those days were apparently behind her.

"So," she said, casting a bored glance in Rio's direction, "any bright ideas, or are you just going to stand there looking useless?"

@musesinked asked: ❛  what ,  you’re  gonna  shoot  me ?  ❜ kate to yelena . / meme.

yelena caught her breath as she tried to have the other move out of her way. kate cannot be here, not now when she was in the middle of a mission. ❛ you're stubborn, kate bishop. ❜ the blonde slightly shook her head. ❛ but i told you to stay put like a good girl until i'm done. you know i don't want to hurt you..❜

The kids were asleep, and it was time to just curl up and read a good book for her. It had been pretty peaceful since the defeat of Thanos. Despite losing Vision in all of it, and she had gone through so much to try and keep herself stable. Tommy and Billy did a great job at keeping her spirits up, and it was enough.

Even with the more recent lingering questions she still had over certain events, such as seeing another version of herself wreaking havoc, or the fact that her body still felt strange sometimes... Wanda was still trying to just not think of all that, since she thought peace had been brokered, at least for a short enough time.

Then a sound alerted her, and she stood from the couch after a second of wondering. The door had been knocked on? "Well, who could that be? And at such a late hour?" She muttered to herself, and went over to open it, not at all expecting anyone to come over. Who did she really ever talk to anyone, anymore?

open to: anyone suggested connections: agent, avenger, anti-hero, stranger, ex, will they won't they

@musesinked sent: « “You don’t have to hide them around me. The scars are just part of who you are. And I like all of what I see.” » from Natasha to Wanda

Within the walls of Avenger’s Tower, the gifted sat on their ivory thrones. So were the whisperings of New York’s residents and the world against everything they stood for. Terrors. Ticking time bombs. A threat. Wanda carried the words of the past and present with her, their fear something she knew she couldn’t control. It decorated her skin. Grooves pale with porcelain new skin beneath.

A true witch hunt when her and Pietro both awakened, having and trusting no one but each other… until he was gone. The scar that then existed was Wanda’s heart. Shattered to scarlet pieces, suspended in time, wanting to embrace the darkness that came with his death. Because what else was left for her? No family, no love… but there’d been two people that’d broken down those walls, stopped that overwhelming feeling of drowning and measured up to Pietro in companionship, conquering the walls before they’d even began to trap her. First Steve. Then Vision.

If they hadn’t, Wanda might not be here today. Willing to accept the comfort from another, one who too held scars of her own, stories expressed and unspoken, reminders when glimpsed upon. Natasha Romanoff. An understanding person, willing to accept Wanda for who she was… liking what she saw. It surprised her. That kindness. Burned with emotional turmoil but here Wanda sat arms displayed, scars exposed when usually covered by sleeves. Constellations a map of battles past.

“How?” Wanda inquired, throat dry from disbelief, forced to be kept steady, afraid a waver would give away the raw emotion she always tried to keep back out of habit. Natasha couldn’t read minds or emotions, couldn’t feel the same way Wanda could. “The things I’ve done… you don’t know them all.” But they were the same, weren’t they? Ledgers gushing red, as eloquently put. But regardless of Natasha’s past… Wanda too liked what she saw. The Natasha in war and peace, the Natasha that was selflessly there. All of her Wanda liked. “What if I am… what they claim me to be? If you knew my past, more than what S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks they have all of… what if it’s not how I truly appear?” Trying to atone, a fraud exposed. Preaching to the choir… but Natasha had been raised differently, captured and trapped. All of Wanda’s mistakes had been her own choices.