[ yelena takes another swig of the whiskey in her glass as she waits for bucky to touch base on that technicality but if he doesn't, she wouldn't blame him. she is by no means truly bad, anymore at least, but she still very much tiptoes along the line of a morally grey area.

yelena belova is, by nature, an assassin after all.

but what she isn't, is a rat nor is she a liar. and so, when bucky continues on and tells her anyway — there is a weight that is lifted off her shoulders. there is an unspoken understanding between them, he clearly trusts her since he indulged her. ]

Ah. Well, that definitely explains the hole in your jacket. [ she frowns some, tsking. ] Shame. It is a nice jacket.

[ there is a twitch in her brow when he brings up the heroes that reside in new york — and it leaves a sour taste in her mouth. don't get her wrong, yelena loves what she does; knows that she is the only one that can do it, that should do it but she often wonders why there aren't more of those... heroes, looking for not just her fellow widows scattered all across the globe, but for them when they were just little girls that disappeared. because of the red room, because of dreykov.

she might only have herself to blame, really, since she is hardheaded and doesn't know how to ask for help unless it's from her family but even then, it's like pulling teeth. ]

I guess they either have their plates full or they don't care about trafficked women enough because I am still tracking down Widows, even after allll this time. [ she laughs — coping mechanism —then shakes her head. ] I'm glad that you and Sam are doing what you can to help outside of New York.

It is too dense and it stinks here anyway. No offense.