#wid0wd

" oh ... damn , " standing tall again , she took a second to catch her breath . " that was not nice . " she wasn't referring to the four very dead guards who were sprawled out on the ground around her feet . rather , she was more focused on the broken nose that she was currently setting back into place , earning a hiss and a few incoherent swear words under her breath as the bone shifted back into place . english , russian , who knows . he got one good hit in , she'd give him that . fucker .

yelena hadn't intended to cause such a ruckus . the goal was to get the package and get out , unseen and unheard . but she was on day three in the desert now and she was a bit antsy , quick on the trigger . things didn't exactly go as planned .

she hated the desert . the heat , the dust , endless miles of nothing . almost hated it enough to turn down the mission . she contemplated it but really , what else was she going to do ? a few days alone in her humble abode — a gracious term for the shoebox apartment she was currently residing in — made yelena realise she was restless without a mission to anchor her . missions gave her purpose , a clear path ahead , very little time to sit and think and dwell over shit she couldn't change— ... anyway , she preferred the cold . at least the cold didn't make her feel like she was cooking alive in her tac suit .

with the briefcase in hand , yelena was on her way out when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass . jesus christ , was all she could think as she wiped the smear of blood off her face . she'd probably wrinkle her nose in disgust if wasn't throbbing so bad . a few days in the desert left her a little worse for wear . but it was in that moment that the widow caught movement in the reflection , so subtle it could've been missed in the blink of an eye . someone was watching her . someone she hadn't planned for .

text to GHOST GIRL : come save me please

is this a red flag? let's discuss! / ACCEPTING!

so before i continue, i wanna say that these might be very popular opinions and i might be missing the point entirely, but i digress! i think that the tumblr rpc needs to stop for a minute and consider the fact that people are allowed to, and should absolutely be given the space and opportunity to, grow and change their minds. i think that we're excellent at characterising our muses and discussing "growth" through an IC lens, but i also think that we tend to struggle when it comes to making that an OOC adjustment.

like we make these stunning interactions between characters where forgiveness and the capacity for change and self-improvement is made, we obsess over redemption arcs, we love the idea that people deserve a second chance. and yet, ooc, we tend to lose sight of that, i think.

and to be so fecking clear, i'm not talking about people who are outright toxic and abusive, people who are very much deliberately targeting and exploiting and manipulating people on the dash, that's not what this is about, i'm talking about like, sally using the wrong face claim bc she doesn't know what that fc did, stuff like that. like if someone is genuinely being malicious, that's a completely different scenario. i'm talking about innocent or unaware errors.

" didn't think you'd be looking for my forgiveness. " it stings, the lie, the knowledge that there had been a two person choice & no rule against selecting them both. but he'd been left out in the cold. hangdog, his shoulders ( his life, lately ). " just wish you'd have given me a chance instead of casting me off like yesterday's news. "

@wid0wd sent: ❝ caffeine is basically my blood type at this point. ❞

" hmm. " She hums " I'll have you know I run on caffeine on spite. " She shrugs, another casual sip of the coffee. " Not that different. "

She pushes another mug across the counter she leans on— the one that extends towards the door. A silent offering. " Wasn't sure how you take it. " It's black. Like hers. " Figured you might prefer it without the thrills. " An offer. An apology.

She studies her for a moment, her own gaze sharp, assessing, almost a little amused. She doesn't say anything for a long moment. Shifts her weight against the counter to lean against it a little heavier. Casual. " Clint will get over it. " She keeps her tone casual. " You know how he is. He grumbles. He sulks. " A pause. " He'll come around and stop being a pain in your ass in no time. " Her lips twitch. Just a little.