Yelena had avoided her as long as possible. After the manhunt she'd sent her on with lies about Clint Barton, Yelena didn't particularly want to work with Contessa again, but it was much harder for her to say no when her father got involved too. "Someone has to make sure you do not break a hip," she'd told him, annoyed, because she's almost certain de Fontaine had done it all on purpose. One more thing to the pile to drag her into this hot-mess of a so-called 'team'.
She mutters a swear under her breath as she shoves Alexei's arm off her shoulders and settles at the table. If nothing else, she can eat on the woman's dime and then kindly tell her to fuck off. She sips almost carelessly at the wine in front of her, squinting over the rim of her glass as Contessa continues.
In an odd turn of almost-politeness, Yelena's hand shoots up into the air, not unlike a student waiting to be called on by a teacher in class... except Yelena doesn't wait to be called on as she drops her arm and says, "You want us because we are killers, yes?" Blunt. Immediately to the point. She barely glances at the pamphlet in front of her.
"Oh, Yelena, don't be this way- we get to work together again, as a family, it will be great, we--" Alexei practically croons in her direction, but whatever else he might have said is lost in a muffled mess as she splays her hand across his face and shoves him slightly away from her. "Shut up, old man, no one asked you."
It is really a family reunion for these two.
Despite her display, she has been locked on him since the second she'd walked through the door. Had Contessa done this on purpose? Did she even know? Alexei certainly never knew about that particular mission, and Yelena had never had reason to inform him of it. She isn't sure she would, even now.
His eyes drop and he seems to suddenly find his steak very interesting. Try as she might, she hasn't been able to stop looking at him, and something under her ribs squirms uncomfortably as their host's voice fades somewhere into the background. She sips at her wine again, and wishes it were vodka.
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She mutters a swear under her breath as she shoves Alexei's arm off her shoulders and settles at the table. If nothing else, she can eat on the woman's dime and then kindly tell her to fuck off. She sips almost carelessly at the wine in front of her, squinting over the rim of her glass as Contessa continues.
In an odd turn of almost-politeness, Yelena's hand shoots up into the air, not unlike a student waiting to be called on by a teacher in class... except Yelena doesn't wait to be called on as she drops her arm and says, "You want us because we are killers, yes?" Blunt. Immediately to the point. She barely glances at the pamphlet in front of her.
"Oh, Yelena, don't be this way- we get to work together again, as a family, it will be great, we--" Alexei practically croons in her direction, but whatever else he might have said is lost in a muffled mess as she splays her hand across his face and shoves him slightly away from her. "Shut up, old man, no one asked you."
It is really a family reunion for these two.
Despite her display, she has been locked on him since the second she'd walked through the door. Had Contessa done this on purpose? Did she even know? Alexei certainly never knew about that particular mission, and Yelena had never had reason to inform him of it. She isn't sure she would, even now.
His eyes drop and he seems to suddenly find his steak very interesting. Try as she might, she hasn't been able to stop looking at him, and something under her ribs squirms uncomfortably as their host's voice fades somewhere into the background. She sips at her wine again, and wishes it were vodka.