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2:30am [ Text -> Buckaroo ] Do you think you've ever bought milk from the same cow twice?

[Text: Yelena] what if all milk is just from one cow?

#>> v: thunderbolts << #>> thecoldsoldiers <<

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[ Contact Changed - Buckaroo -> Priority Target ]

[ Text -> Priority Target ] Not far enough.

2:30am [ Text -> Buckaroo ] Do you think you've ever bought milk from the same cow twice?

[Text: Yelena] what if all milk is just from one cow?

#>> v: thunderbolts << #>> thecoldsoldiers <<

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[ Text -> Buckaroo ] ...

[ Text -> Buckaroo ] Hey out of curiosity where are you right now

2:30am [ Text -> Buckaroo ] Do you think you've ever bought milk from the same cow twice?

[Text: Yelena] what if all milk is just from one cow?

#>> v: thunderbolts << #>> thecoldsoldiers << #Yelena's brain making late night associations means it's time to murder her sleep demon

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[ Text -> Buckaroo ] You've never been to a farm before in your life, have you.

2:30am [ Text -> Buckaroo ] Do you think you've ever bought milk from the same cow twice?

[Text: Yelena] what if all milk is just from one cow?

#>> thecoldsoldiers << #>> v: thunderbolts <<

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[2:15am. Text -> Yelena] Suppose you have been given an elephant and you can’t give it away or sell it. What would you do with it?

[ Text -> Buckaroo ] Battle mount.

#>> v: thunderbolts << #>> thecoldsoldiers <<

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JUKEBOX: five songs that remind you of your muse !

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

What About Us - P!nk

Shatter Me - Lindsey Stirling ft. Lzzy Hale

People I Don't Like - UPSAHL

I'LL SHOW YOU - K/DA, TWICE, Bekuh Boom, Annika Wells

Tagged by: @paragonrising

Tagging: @battletrio @vdovapauka @starredshield @russiasredguardian

#>> tagged <<

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Yelena tilted her head slightly at that, thoughtfully. "So you believe that people who have done bad things can be rehabilitated, and be better?"

There really was a wide world outside of the Red Room. Finding information about Bucky's hearings had been difficult, but an important step to coming to some understanding about how people viewed the kinds of things they'd gone through. True, her case wasn't exactly the same as Bucky's, but it had been rather eye-opening nevertheless.

It didn't make Yelena any more certain how to understand people who hadn't been raised the way she had. On some level, she understood it logically, but there was a difference between logical understanding and the kind of deep belief that other people had about the value of lives. She hadn't been raised to give much weight to the lives of others. She had missions to accomplish, and it was her or her target. It was simple.

She glanced back over at the stranger with a slight smile. "Is that how you speak with eight year olds? I was just trying to give you a compliment. Maybe my English needs work."

"You know, you wouldn't have to wear so much red if you'd stop getting beat up. The red still only hides so much blood."

Matt regarded the woman, who had turned up on the same rooftop as him, with a cock of his head. He had clocked her about half an hour ago and had now decided to let her catch up with him, interested in what she wanted. The way she had moved and followed him had intrigued him, the smoothness of someone who had trained for years.

"And why would you care about that?" he asked, hiding the amusement he felt at her childish quip.

#>> #>> v: thunderbolts <<

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[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] butt i walked here barefoot

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] wy are ypi so rude

The moment the door opened, Yelena smiled brightly and shoved a cup and a bag of snacks at him. "You look grumpier than I 'member. C'mon. Time to cheer you up."

Shuffling past him, precisely as barefoot as she stated, she wiped her feet on the mat before going straight to the kitchen to put down her half-empty milkshake cup and the other couple of bags of snacks she'd acquired. Drunk snack acquisition was an expensive endeavor that no one should've allowed her to do unsupervised, but they had.

"Uh... movie's in one of these bags. Maybe it's in your bag." The announcement didn't stop her from unpacking the bags, and dumping various snacks into various bowls in preparation for what looks more like a marathon by food count than a single movie.

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] cn you let mein? Im out frot.

[Text -> Yelena] What did you do?

[Text -> Yelena] Is this alcohol-induced?

#>> v: thunderbolts << #Oh so he isn't just grumpy in general #Understood

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[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] butt i brot snaks anmovie to watch

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] ar ypi sulking cuz baron teacup is away

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] orr am i interupting and hes bak now

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] i evn got yo a malt milkshake butt its melting

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] cn you let mein? Im out frot.

[Text -> Yelena] What did you do?

[Text -> Yelena] Is this alcohol-induced?

#>> v: thunderbolts <<

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[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] Ilef my shoos at bar

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] butt i brot snaks and movie

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] milkshake melting

[ Text -> Bunkaroo ] cn you let mein? Im out frot.

[Text -> Yelena] What did you do?

[Text -> Yelena] Is this alcohol-induced?

#>> v: thunderbolts << #>> thecoldsoldiers << #The answer is yes #It is alcohol induced

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"Chicago! It takes place in the 1920s. That's practically when you grew up, right? Do you see many musicals? I think it's playing at the Ambassador. Let me check." Yelena's fingers sped over her phone screen briefly, before she gave a nod. "Yes! The Ambassador."

“Yelena, come see a musical with me.”

"I love musicals. Are we going to see the Rogers musical? Oh! Or Chicago? I think you would like Chicago. Or Avenue Q? Do you like puppets?" Yelena smiled brightly. "We should definitely see a musical. And then you can tell me why you're buttering me up."

#>> v: thunderbolts <<

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"But are you not going around dealing out justice as you see fit?" Yelena watched him curiously. "Even if what you see as 'fit' is to not kill them, some of those men will be lucky to walk again in the next several months. Or ever."

Not that justice was exactly her concern. Generally speaking, she was doing a job and it wasn't really for her to decide whether something was just or not. It didn't make her entirely oblivious to morality or laws or whatever, she just couldn't be bothered with those kinds of things most of the time if she was going to accomplish her missions.

This was no less the case. It wasn't her town.

"It was good, though. If your goal was not to kill anyone, it explains why you got so beat up. And you showed good restraint and discipline to avoid fatalities."

"You know, you wouldn't have to wear so much red if you'd stop getting beat up. The red still only hides so much blood."

Matt regarded the woman, who had turned up on the same rooftop as him, with a cock of his head. He had clocked her about half an hour ago and had now decided to let her catch up with him, interested in what she wanted. The way she had moved and followed him had intrigued him, the smoothness of someone who had trained for years.

"And why would you care about that?" he asked, hiding the amusement he felt at her childish quip.

#>> v: thunderbolts <<

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Yelena crossed her arms, giving a quiet huff. "Well, your chest looks better in it than mine does. Rude." She circled him nevertheless to lightly tug the suit here and there until it was properly in place before giving an approving nod. "Better that you have something to wear, anyway."

🃏🎲 (From here) for the Asset

3♠ - Sender's muse plays a winning hand, but the game was very close. This hand was the tiebreaker, and the receiver's muse has lost.

Asset had quickly grown bored of supervising the Widows, most of them were too well-trained to step out of line and those who did hadn't survived the program, so for the most part it was either teaching them or watching them. He found he couldn't pop up behind most of the Widows to scare them as they were one of a few who knew he was coming.

Yelena was smart, showed promise and he had been watching her so when the woman suggested teaching him a card game, Asset managed to justify it as practising strategy, so he would allow it. Asset barely had anything to offer each other, so somehow clothes had become the cost of losing. The both of them had ended up down to just underwear with clothes on the floor and Asset guarding his cards carefully. There was something nice about this, peaceful. Even when Yelena played her hand, all he could do was let a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth as he dropped his cards in defeat. "You won." He spoke quietly, removing his underwear and placing them on the floor with the rest of his clothes, barely phased by his own nudity.

#>> v: the red room << #Yelena's proud of herself

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That was easy to clock as memory problems. It made sense. She wasn't going to dig any deeper than that, simply shrugging and letting that one go.

"Okay, well, wait here. I'll bring you something else you can wear instead," Yelena nodding, gathering up the clothes she'd won from him before quickly scooting off and making her way towards the dressing rooms. Digging through things a bit, she found what she was looking for, tucking away her prized winnings and returning to the man to offer him one of the rather stretchy catsuits that were often given to the Widows. "Here. This might help."

🃏🎲 (From here) for the Asset

3♠ - Sender's muse plays a winning hand, but the game was very close. This hand was the tiebreaker, and the receiver's muse has lost.

Asset had quickly grown bored of supervising the Widows, most of them were too well-trained to step out of line and those who did hadn't survived the program, so for the most part it was either teaching them or watching them. He found he couldn't pop up behind most of the Widows to scare them as they were one of a few who knew he was coming.

Yelena was smart, showed promise and he had been watching her so when the woman suggested teaching him a card game, Asset managed to justify it as practising strategy, so he would allow it. Asset barely had anything to offer each other, so somehow clothes had become the cost of losing. The both of them had ended up down to just underwear with clothes on the floor and Asset guarding his cards carefully. There was something nice about this, peaceful. Even when Yelena played her hand, all he could do was let a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth as he dropped his cards in defeat. "You won." He spoke quietly, removing his underwear and placing them on the floor with the rest of his clothes, barely phased by his own nudity.

#>> v: the red room <<

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"Must be nice to trust your government," Yelena snorted slightly at that, though it wasn't exactly derisive. Trusting the Russian government was rarely a good idea. She wasn't trusting of the American government either, exactly. But that wasn't the point. If he was somehow able to get the job done without killing people... well.

"Does it work out for you often? Not killing people, I mean. Is it ever enough?" She caught the bottle, pausing to look at it before raising her eyebrows at him. He was really eager to just give his blood away. She wasn't going to reject a potential lead, regardless.

"You know, you wouldn't have to wear so much red if you'd stop getting beat up. The red still only hides so much blood."

Matt regarded the woman, who had turned up on the same rooftop as him, with a cock of his head. He had clocked her about half an hour ago and had now decided to let her catch up with him, interested in what she wanted. The way she had moved and followed him had intrigued him, the smoothness of someone who had trained for years.

"And why would you care about that?" he asked, hiding the amusement he felt at her childish quip.

#>> v: thunderbolts <<

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"How long have you had that?" In order for him to be used to it, it must have been a long time. She wasn't sure. "You must be pretty strong to be lugging that thing around all the time."

Pausing, Yelena looked him over briefly for a moment, and then over at the clothes she'd won from him. "... are you cold?" Her lips twitched but she tried her best not to grin outright at the thought bubbling up in her head. "We should probably get you dressed, right?"

🃏🎲 (From here) for the Asset

3♠ - Sender's muse plays a winning hand, but the game was very close. This hand was the tiebreaker, and the receiver's muse has lost.

Asset had quickly grown bored of supervising the Widows, most of them were too well-trained to step out of line and those who did hadn't survived the program, so for the most part it was either teaching them or watching them. He found he couldn't pop up behind most of the Widows to scare them as they were one of a few who knew he was coming.

Yelena was smart, showed promise and he had been watching her so when the woman suggested teaching him a card game, Asset managed to justify it as practising strategy, so he would allow it. Asset barely had anything to offer each other, so somehow clothes had become the cost of losing. The both of them had ended up down to just underwear with clothes on the floor and Asset guarding his cards carefully. There was something nice about this, peaceful. Even when Yelena played her hand, all he could do was let a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth as he dropped his cards in defeat. "You won." He spoke quietly, removing his underwear and placing them on the floor with the rest of his clothes, barely phased by his own nudity.

#>> v: the red room << #Yelena's scheming

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"Keep your neighbourhood safe," Yelena echoed, raising her eyebrows, "while you're falling apart?" Her head tilted further.

"If it isn't your place to decide who lives and who dies, why are you doing any of this at all? Be interfering, aren't you deciding who lives? By choosing one crisis instead of another, aren't you deciding who lives then? You can't be everywhere all at once." Her tone was clearly more curious than judgmental, but she threaded her fingers together before pulling out a bottle of water and tossing it his direction without a word.

"At the very least, clean up a little bit. Right now you just look sort of sad."

"You know, you wouldn't have to wear so much red if you'd stop getting beat up. The red still only hides so much blood."

Matt regarded the woman, who had turned up on the same rooftop as him, with a cock of his head. He had clocked her about half an hour ago and had now decided to let her catch up with him, interested in what she wanted. The way she had moved and followed him had intrigued him, the smoothness of someone who had trained for years.

"And why would you care about that?" he asked, hiding the amusement he felt at her childish quip.

#>> v: thunderbolts <<