[ in a way, all of it is making up for lost time. all of the things neither of them have gotten to do over the course of their lifetimes, all the date nights and movies and dinners and painting apartments and furnishing apartments and just existing. it might be a kind of play-acting at normalcy, but at least they can play-act together, and that's what matters.
his expression softens, listening to yelena's gushing about what he thinks is her daughter (and which, well, is her daughter of sorts, for all intents and purposes). she loves her a lot. ]
Adopted, right? When did you start taking care of her?
[ because the widows can't have children. a particularly gruesome detail that he's well-aware of. the way the red room had owned their bodies, carved their way into them without a choice; similar enough to the way he'd been on the slab for HYDRA, but at least his arm had already been ripped off by the time they found him. what the widows had been robbed of, he can't even imagine. ]
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his expression softens, listening to yelena's gushing about what he thinks is her daughter (and which, well, is her daughter of sorts, for all intents and purposes). she loves her a lot. ]
Adopted, right? When did you start taking care of her?
[ because the widows can't have children. a particularly gruesome detail that he's well-aware of. the way the red room had owned their bodies, carved their way into them without a choice; similar enough to the way he'd been on the slab for HYDRA, but at least his arm had already been ripped off by the time they found him. what the widows had been robbed of, he can't even imagine. ]