Everything had happened to fast. The assignment from Val. Meeting Kate Bishop. Her tunnel vision on Barton.
Time drags from the moment she departed from the man that had been important to her sister. The same man she had tried to kill.
There is a hole inside of her chest she knows she can never fill again. It’s so hard not to notice it, but she tries. She tries to hard to ignore it because she doesn’t want to face that pain. She isn’t ready to let go of it, because letting go of the pain feels like letting go of her sister.
She isn’t ready. She’s not ready yet. She’s not sure she ever will be.
The night air is crisp, cold enough that her breath is visible is little puffs as she makes her way down the street. There’s a party- Kate invited her. It’s a whole thing. She’s trying not to think too deeply about it yet.
She echoes the sound, the second half of that too-familiar whistle. Only as the sound disappears into common street sounds of the city does she realize no one else should know that call sign.
The whole world seems to slow down as she stops and turns to look over her shoulder. Her eyes scan the sidewalk for the source of the noise. It’s empty, except…
Something in the shadows shifts and catches in the streetlight.
There’s someone in the alley.
Yelena’s breath is caught in her throat. Her eyes sting with tears she refuses to allow to fall. But she still manages to keep her voice steady and even as she demands, “Show your face!”
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Time drags from the moment she departed from the man that had been important to her sister. The same man she had tried to kill.
There is a hole inside of her chest she knows she can never fill again. It’s so hard not to notice it, but she tries. She tries to hard to ignore it because she doesn’t want to face that pain. She isn’t ready to let go of it, because letting go of the pain feels like letting go of her sister.
She isn’t ready.
She’s not ready yet.
She’s not sure she ever will be.
The night air is crisp, cold enough that her breath is visible is little puffs as she makes her way down the street. There’s a party- Kate invited her. It’s a whole thing. She’s trying not to think too deeply about it yet.
She echoes the sound, the second half of that too-familiar whistle. Only as the sound disappears into common street sounds of the city does she realize no one else should know that call sign.
The whole world seems to slow down as she stops and turns to look over her shoulder. Her eyes scan the sidewalk for the source of the noise. It’s empty, except…
Something in the shadows shifts and catches in the streetlight.
There’s someone in the alley.
Yelena’s breath is caught in her throat. Her eyes sting with tears she refuses to allow to fall. But she still manages to keep her voice steady and even as she demands, “Show your face!”