"You seem to think you know all of my problems, hm?"
She's pouting a little; he'd rained on her parade a bit, but the antlers headband might help.
"You don't think I will spend Christmas alone?"
"And I am not?"
She scoffs and turns away.
"You can enjoy your quiet, blue Christmas.
I will enjoy mine alone, I guess."
"Yes, but..."
"No. No being blue on Christmas. We shall have fun."
"Why no movies?? What is wrong with you?"
"Uh, any normal person who likes joy on Christmas? That movie is so dark and sad!"
"No, no. Don't you start. I bet you like A Christmas Story."
"Right?? That's what I'm saying. Charlie Brown and Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer."
"Come on everyone. We must watch Charlie Brown."
I've done unspeakable things. I hope it's not too late to set them right.
#RP #Roleplay #MCURP #AvengersRP #BuckyBarnes
Ohhh oh yes, Dr. Banner.
An angry one?
Everything is red.
He's my sad friend.
"Where's Bob?"
Are all my friends dead again?
Snuggles
"Ohhh... Yeah, my story is pretty similar."
Siiiiiips from her beer.
"Oh, you know. I'm a good cook. I make a mean boxed mac and cheese."
"Ooh, that's pretty cool. Like uh... Criminal Minds! Cool show. Not ehh... Accurate, but what show is, you know?"
She offers her hand.
"I am Yelena."
-"I guess not, but I really hate 'super hero' as a term too. Bleck."
Will was very perceptive. Yelena was pretty proud of her ability to use levity as deflection from herself. Her little smiles and jokes.
Yet he seems to see past them.
"A talent? Like uh... That psychic. John Edwards? Cold reading I think it is called."
She leans back against a bookshelf.
-
"Oh, I get around. I'm a woman of many desired talents.
Where are you from, Sir Cuntsalot?"
"No, you sort of read my mind on that last one~, but I am sort of a .... Somewhat well known uh... Government funded vigilante? Eugh."
"Well. I mean. I have multiple kills under my belt? But it was not driven by... Psychopathy."
That gets a laugh from her.
"Yeah, I'm the princess of Russia."
"Ah damn. I have to work on my reputation..."
She sips her beer.
"How did you know I was a princess?"
"Oh, so my title precedes me..."
"A little late for that."
