[ yelena tells natasha that her plans are shit all. the. time. but she wasn't quite banking on breaking into bucky's apartment being part of her schedule tonight either. (it's fine; she works just as well on the fly, if not better.)
her choice of entry? through his balcony. she did not want to risk the chance of his neighbours seeing her walk into his apartment— after picking the lock, of course. americans are chatty! and nosy. the person across from him would've probably seen her messing with the lock from their peephole anyway so he would've found out, wouldn't he?
she's nice (or sneaky) enough to leave her boots outside on the veranda so as to not leave any footprints behind. they have been through some shit today. literally.
there isn't much, like he said, although she does take note of the bed that was not on his list of previously owned furniture. she feels silly, swelling with pride that he actually went and took her advice.
still, that does not save him from the mischief she was unfortunately graced with as a child and she does move everything an inch to the right, once she's done scoping out the place. even his bedframe, except this time— only half an inch to the left. but otherwise? she does not touch anything else, not even that ridiculous "license to grill" apron she initially came here for.
maybe she was hoping for bucky to be there, and not taking it this time will give her an excuse to come back and move his furniture again.
yelena is back out on the balcony, slipping into her boots when, amid the hustle and the bustle of NYC traffic late in the evening, she hears a set of footsteps enter the apartment. her first thought is to Escape, but the closer those footsteps get, the more she doesn't want to.
so she doesn't move, leans against the railing instead with her arms crossed over her chest when the door opens and it's — surprise! — the man himself.
the corners of her lips curve into the smallest of smiles, though her eyes flit immediately to the gun in his hand. ]
Well, I was going to hide under your bed and grab your ankle, [ she starts, her accent thick but not as thick as it once was ] but I think you would have made a hole in my hand with that thing.
Hello, James. [ sorry bucky you're going to have to deal with yelena looking you up and down before ultimately landing on that fresh bullet hole. ] Rough night?
APRONGATE 2021 BABY oh damn this was longer than i expected
her choice of entry? through his balcony. she did not want to risk the chance of his neighbours seeing her walk into his apartment— after picking the lock, of course. americans are chatty! and nosy. the person across from him would've probably seen her messing with the lock from their peephole anyway so he would've found out, wouldn't he?
she's nice (or sneaky) enough to leave her boots outside on the veranda so as to not leave any footprints behind. they have been through some shit today. literally.
there isn't much, like he said, although she does take note of the bed that was not on his list of previously owned furniture. she feels silly, swelling with pride that he actually went and took her advice.
still, that does not save him from the mischief she was unfortunately graced with as a child and she does move everything an inch to the right, once she's done scoping out the place. even his bedframe, except this time— only half an inch to the left. but otherwise? she does not touch anything else, not even that ridiculous "license to grill" apron she initially came here for.
maybe she was hoping for bucky to be there, and not taking it this time will give her an excuse to come back and move his furniture again.
yelena is back out on the balcony, slipping into her boots when, amid the hustle and the bustle of NYC traffic late in the evening, she hears a set of footsteps enter the apartment. her first thought is to Escape, but the closer those footsteps get, the more she doesn't want to.
so she doesn't move, leans against the railing instead with her arms crossed over her chest when the door opens and it's — surprise! — the man himself.
the corners of her lips curve into the smallest of smiles, though her eyes flit immediately to the gun in his hand. ]
Well, I was going to hide under your bed and grab your ankle, [ she starts, her accent thick but not as thick as it once was ] but I think you would have made a hole in my hand with that thing.
Hello, James. [ sorry bucky you're going to have to deal with yelena looking you up and down before ultimately landing on that fresh bullet hole. ] Rough night?