[ yelena figured it best to give him a heads up this time; had it been under any other circumstances, she would have just barged in without any moment's notice.
while she is not Dying — at least that's what she thinks — she is under a lot more pain than expected. (she has been feeling it more now than she ever has under dreykov's command.) she avoids the main streets as much as she can, leaving the roofs for another time when she is not as focused on staying alive. she resorts to trudging along sketchy back and side alleys, sending a death glare in the direction of all the youths that dare look her way. at least they look concerned?
with the little amount of adrenaline she has left coursing through her veins, she hauls ass onto bucky's balcony (she refuses to go through the front door) and funnily enough, knocks. once.
then yelena swings the door open, there in all her roughed-up glory. as far as he'll be able to see; she isn't sporting any black eyes, thankfully, but there is a gnarly cut along her left cheekbone. her neck and forehead are sheen with sweat, and she looks exceptionally done with everything and everyone, with the way she has her right hand on her side — but she's actually applying pressure to a (kind of?) deep gash beneath her ribcage. ]
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while she is not Dying — at least that's what she thinks — she is under a lot more pain than expected. (she has been feeling it more now than she ever has under dreykov's command.) she avoids the main streets as much as she can, leaving the roofs for another time when she is not as focused on staying alive. she resorts to trudging along sketchy back and side alleys, sending a death glare in the direction of all the youths that dare look her way. at least they look concerned?
with the little amount of adrenaline she has left coursing through her veins, she hauls ass onto bucky's balcony (she refuses to go through the front door) and funnily enough, knocks. once.
then yelena swings the door open, there in all her roughed-up glory. as far as he'll be able to see; she isn't sporting any black eyes, thankfully, but there is a gnarly cut along her left cheekbone. her neck and forehead are sheen with sweat, and she looks exceptionally done with everything and everyone, with the way she has her right hand on her side — but she's actually applying pressure to a (kind of?) deep gash beneath her ribcage. ]
I should've taken an Uber.