I am always fishing for compliments, Barnes. [ her shoulders shrug with nonchalance, but she looks awfully smug, and beams at him. ] Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures on my phone to show you right now. They are all tucked away safely in an old photo album at home. So you will have to wait until I need you solely for your manpower.
[ as much as yelena enjoys being blunt (mostly just to get a reaction out of him; they are just so funny), she likes to be coy. to tease and to dance around the obvious because it's fun and it keeps both of them on their toes. the implications are very much there, without either of them having to be explicit about it and she's okay with that.
if she weren't, she would have left a long time ago. or maybe it's because it's him. scruffy-faced, blue-as-ice piercing eyes, james barnes who is gentler than he lets on; who has a lot to say when the walls come finally crashing down. he isn't the type to let people in so easily, and while she thinks it's unfortunate that not a lot of people know this side of him, it makes her feel special to know that she does. ]
Ha? Hot house eggs? [ she echoes him, curiously cocking her head to the side like a puppy being asked, want to go outside? even now, she appreciates that he keeps tossing at her all the different names of the dish he'd mentioned with the eggs as her confusion grows and grows. ] Oh.
Oh! You know what, I've never had that before. I don't think they have that option for eggs or bread at Denny's, do they? [ asking for a friend (who is definitely her) that likes to go to denny's after a late night mission— ] Okay. You get one second. In the meantime, I can make us some coffee.
[ yelena dismisses him with a wave even as he's already leaving the bed, as if he wasn't going to do it regardless, and then slings her legs over the edge of the mattress now that he's not occupying that space to get on her feet. before scuttering off into the kitchen, she makes his bed; carefully placing the pillows and tucking in the sheets the way she remembered it looking like when she broke in that first night.
by the time he returns to her side, she already has the electric kettle going and has her head in the fridge, reaching for the carton of eggs. ]
no subject
[ as much as yelena enjoys being blunt (mostly just to get a reaction out of him; they are just so funny), she likes to be coy. to tease and to dance around the obvious because it's fun and it keeps both of them on their toes. the implications are very much there, without either of them having to be explicit about it and she's okay with that.
if she weren't, she would have left a long time ago. or maybe it's because it's him. scruffy-faced, blue-as-ice piercing eyes, james barnes who is gentler than he lets on; who has a lot to say when the walls come finally crashing down. he isn't the type to let people in so easily, and while she thinks it's unfortunate that not a lot of people know this side of him, it makes her feel special to know that she does. ]
Ha? Hot house eggs? [ she echoes him, curiously cocking her head to the side like a puppy being asked, want to go outside? even now, she appreciates that he keeps tossing at her all the different names of the dish he'd mentioned with the eggs as her confusion grows and grows. ] Oh.
Oh! You know what, I've never had that before. I don't think they have that option for eggs or bread at Denny's, do they? [ asking for a friend (who is definitely her) that likes to go to denny's after a late night mission— ] Okay. You get one second. In the meantime, I can make us some coffee.
[ yelena dismisses him with a wave even as he's already leaving the bed, as if he wasn't going to do it regardless, and then slings her legs over the edge of the mattress now that he's not occupying that space to get on her feet. before scuttering off into the kitchen, she makes his bed; carefully placing the pillows and tucking in the sheets the way she remembered it looking like when she broke in that first night.
by the time he returns to her side, she already has the electric kettle going and has her head in the fridge, reaching for the carton of eggs. ]
Let me guess. You have your coffee black.