And it's even safer than flying. You'll be strapped in the whole time.
[ yelena shoots nat a knowing smirk, at that faint comparison to their skydiving. she'd fully expected to die, plummeting off that airborne facility. but her sister had come to her rescue, with a reckless daredevil improbable leap of faith. saved her life. ]
And besides, you've got your dad with you. You can hang onto his hand the whole time and squash his fingers.
[ the little girl exhales, looks up at the two women with a mumbled "okay, i guess," but now she's at least looking towards the front of the line rather than like she's considering running away. the father nods gratefully at them, and yelena feels her heart twist sharply in her chest at the innocuousness of this whole interaction. this little american girl will never know what it's like to have her childhood ripped away from her, her family obliterated, and to be forced into brutal training.
—yelena had almost never minded the training itself, though. it had been losing her family which had hurt worse; the wound that left her walking with a gaping absence inside her where they'd once been.
she shakes it off. shuffles a little further ahead in the line and turns her attention back to nat. ]
Do you have any favourites at this kind of place? [ still, to this day, trying to learn more about her sister and the woman she'd become. ] Like, of the games, or rides.
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[ yelena shoots nat a knowing smirk, at that faint comparison to their skydiving. she'd fully expected to die, plummeting off that airborne facility. but her sister had come to her rescue, with a reckless daredevil improbable leap of faith. saved her life. ]
And besides, you've got your dad with you. You can hang onto his hand the whole time and squash his fingers.
[ the little girl exhales, looks up at the two women with a mumbled "okay, i guess," but now she's at least looking towards the front of the line rather than like she's considering running away. the father nods gratefully at them, and yelena feels her heart twist sharply in her chest at the innocuousness of this whole interaction. this little american girl will never know what it's like to have her childhood ripped away from her, her family obliterated, and to be forced into brutal training.
—yelena had almost never minded the training itself, though. it had been losing her family which had hurt worse; the wound that left her walking with a gaping absence inside her where they'd once been.
she shakes it off. shuffles a little further ahead in the line and turns her attention back to nat. ]
Do you have any favourites at this kind of place? [ still, to this day, trying to learn more about her sister and the woman she'd become. ] Like, of the games, or rides.