#palespyder

They look like they belong in here, despite how at odds they look together; maybe that’s the point, they’re both memorable, and not, BEAUTIFUL IN THE OBVIOUS SENSE, but it does nothing aside from that, as they hold hands, make eyes, communicating in the way that outsiders will never understand; they’re punk and polished beauty, both, they’re in love, and that too, shows -- and it isn’t until the restaurant grows quiet and they’re still there with others in the middle of their clean up that they smile endearingly at one another, Toni’s thumb, moving with adoration along the back of her hand, before the pair of them break out their guns. There’s a nod -- and they get up smooth, hading towards a door in the back without markings, within it, the target that they’ve been set to acquire. Three fingers held up by Toni, on three, she mouths? 3... 2... 1... BANG!

          was this a big mistake just now? she’s shown no hostile intention thus far, save for the initial teasing… and it’s not like he, of all people, cannot defend himself if need be. perhaps it is a bold day, one when he’s feeling stable enough to take this sort of calculated risk… in his defense, he was once the best at maths and physics in his school; snipers and marksmen aren’t made out of agility to pull the trigger only, after all. but he’s extended the invitation and she’s accepted it, and now there’s no turning back. whether the evening will give him reason or prove him wrong, only the next few hours will tell. for one who’s already lost everything, what does he have left to relinquish?

         the place isn’t too far away [less than five minutes of walking in AWKWARD SILENCE], and it is indeed quiet enough — not the fanciest bar in this world, but beggars cannot be choosers. he opens the door and lets her walk in first, remnants of vintage chivalry that not even that chair could erase, and then subconsciously leads the way to the table at the corner; where one has their back to the wall and is therefore guarded from sneak attacks from behind, whilst also able to keep an eye on every possible escape route the room has to offer. paranoia is also never not feeling the need to be ready to escape at any given moment. and he’s about to answer Yelena’s question [about to turn defensive again, and likely shift it back at her], when the waitress is faster and is suddenly at their side to take orders already — and so he holds back, going for the easy way out for the time being.

❛   It’s  a  simple  question,  do  you  trust  me  or  not?  I’ll  go  with  or  without  you.   ❜    The  captain  reared  back,  eyes  gazing  with  impatience  to  the  other  in  her  wait  for  an  answer.

"SOME MAKE PEACE, AND OTHERS GET EVEN." Fifty - fifty. They’re pretty good odds if you ask her ------- infinitely better than anything else you’re going to get in this town, and probably the most HONEST part too. Sharon’s going to consider it her one allotted FREE PIECE OF ADVICE for the day while stopping just short of hinting as to what side she falls on usually. --------- Where would be the fun in that?

❝   she’ll have a tombstone.    we’ll make sure of that.   ❞

( sometimes you look at her and without a doubt that you can see the similarities training. the grit teeth, the still walking even if she’s about to pass out. it’s admirable, it’s idiotic. it’s unerringly human, really. ) clint spits out a wad of blood. all in all, he’d file this under not dead. that’s how getting compromised goes. dead or not dead. 

“fucking leak? bad intel? ‘m gonna find out.” if it costs him his skin, he’s gonna find out. “maybe put an arrow through a badge or two while i’m at it. i need to know if you need medical attention before we get out of here.” 

@palespyder   said  :   ❝ i’m  not  a  fucking  child. ❞                            ------   yelena  &  nat

SHE’S  HARDLY  AN  ADULT,   either,   but  she  keeps  that  thought  to  herself.   yelena  is  volatile,   the  result  of  the  same  kind  of  tests  ---   the  same  kind  of  torture   ---   that  natalia  went  through,   but  when  done  on  a  less  stable  mind.   at  least,   that’s  the  only  answer  she’s  come  up  with.  the  strong  get  stronger,   the  weak  start  to  fray  at  the  edges.