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Having and telling are different things.
I almost never tell people stories about my brother.
They are good people.
And they'd be genuinely delighted to learn you looked into them.
Got any questions about what you found?
[Karen's got a pretty good idea of what people can turn up on the three of them. She's the one with the most public profile, given the whole 'falsely accused of murder' thing that led her to meeting Matt and Foggy in the first place. Then her byline in the Bulletin, the questionable association with a few vigilantes.
And harder to find, thanks to the small size of Fagan Corners, an article about the car crash that killed her brother that hasn't been digitized yet.]
I almost never tell people stories about my brother.
They are good people.
And they'd be genuinely delighted to learn you looked into them.
Got any questions about what you found?
[Karen's got a pretty good idea of what people can turn up on the three of them. She's the one with the most public profile, given the whole 'falsely accused of murder' thing that led her to meeting Matt and Foggy in the first place. Then her byline in the Bulletin, the questionable association with a few vigilantes.
And harder to find, thanks to the small size of Fagan Corners, an article about the car crash that killed her brother that hasn't been digitized yet.]
[ from here ]
Thanks
[ yelena slips her phone back into her pocket and turns to the two flamethrowers she managed to scrounge up. she's got one working but the second one is proving to be a little tricky. the starter doesn't seem to want to click and she's already turned the room she found it in upside down trying to find another one.
the hydra outpost she found looked like it had been abandoned for years. the building itself looked like any other lost military outpost, nature had more or less started to reclaim it. the walls that weren't covered in vines were spray painted to hell. yelena wasn't a drunk teenager with a paint can though, she knew somewhere in this hell hole there would be an opening to a deeper secret.
she found the entrance underneath old tile in what looked like an infirmary. the whole thing lifted up to reveal steps that ended in a metal door. the hinges were nearly rusted shut and she struggled for a good 15 minutes, worried she'd have to tell bucky sooner than she wanted to. eventually it screeched open and yelena spent over two hours going through every single inch. it was clear though. everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.
she found the flamethrowers with a bunch of other weaponry and figured both her and bucky deserved a treat. if he wanted to go through himself, he could but this particular outpost didn't seem to be all that important. at least, not compared to the things she knew hydra was capable of.
yelena sighed heavily, frustrated at herself. she should be able to make this damn flamethrower work. after a moment she shoved the thing away and pulled her phone out. ]
Entrance is in the Infirmary, back left of the building.
[ she wasn't sure how long it would take bucky to arrive and she wasn't making any progress on the weapon. so, it was time to continue exploring. the sweep she'd done initially wasn't exhaustive and now the thing had an expiration date. ]
Thanks
[ yelena slips her phone back into her pocket and turns to the two flamethrowers she managed to scrounge up. she's got one working but the second one is proving to be a little tricky. the starter doesn't seem to want to click and she's already turned the room she found it in upside down trying to find another one.
the hydra outpost she found looked like it had been abandoned for years. the building itself looked like any other lost military outpost, nature had more or less started to reclaim it. the walls that weren't covered in vines were spray painted to hell. yelena wasn't a drunk teenager with a paint can though, she knew somewhere in this hell hole there would be an opening to a deeper secret.
she found the entrance underneath old tile in what looked like an infirmary. the whole thing lifted up to reveal steps that ended in a metal door. the hinges were nearly rusted shut and she struggled for a good 15 minutes, worried she'd have to tell bucky sooner than she wanted to. eventually it screeched open and yelena spent over two hours going through every single inch. it was clear though. everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.
she found the flamethrowers with a bunch of other weaponry and figured both her and bucky deserved a treat. if he wanted to go through himself, he could but this particular outpost didn't seem to be all that important. at least, not compared to the things she knew hydra was capable of.
yelena sighed heavily, frustrated at herself. she should be able to make this damn flamethrower work. after a moment she shoved the thing away and pulled her phone out. ]
Entrance is in the Infirmary, back left of the building.
[ she wasn't sure how long it would take bucky to arrive and she wasn't making any progress on the weapon. so, it was time to continue exploring. the sweep she'd done initially wasn't exhaustive and now the thing had an expiration date. ]
I knew I could count on you for charming violence.
He’s evil. But more importantly, he’s also a dick about it. Causes traffic accidents for money.
He’s evil. But more importantly, he’s also a dick about it. Causes traffic accidents for money.
...No. We were talking about being normal and smooth. And you said I should do it in person.
Thank you. He was a good brother.
[Karen doesn't necessarily consider 'worse' and 'dangerous' to be the same thing. Which does sort of make her overall view on morality come more in shades of gray than black and white.]
There's nothing in particular. It just seemed fair to put it out there knowing what Fanny means to you.
[Karen doesn't necessarily consider 'worse' and 'dangerous' to be the same thing. Which does sort of make her overall view on morality come more in shades of gray than black and white.]
There's nothing in particular. It just seemed fair to put it out there knowing what Fanny means to you.
hehehe
Alright, but I'm dropping the ball in 15.
[ He’ll save it for her really. Just teasing. ]
Alright, but I'm dropping the ball in 15.
[ He’ll save it for her really. Just teasing. ]
Nat was a terrible sister
But also the best
[ yelena would argue that they're two sides of the same coin. one can't exist without the other. but her view of herself is skewed. she's killed too many people. ]
I'm not worried about a journalist that didn't really kill someone and her lawyer friends that seem, honestly, kind of dorky
[ she's pretty sure she could take them all. if she knew the truth, she'd have some reservations. but as it stands, if they hurt fanny she's pretty sure she could kick all their asses. ]
But also the best
[ yelena would argue that they're two sides of the same coin. one can't exist without the other. but her view of herself is skewed. she's killed too many people. ]
I'm not worried about a journalist that didn't really kill someone and her lawyer friends that seem, honestly, kind of dorky
[ she's pretty sure she could take them all. if she knew the truth, she'd have some reservations. but as it stands, if they hurt fanny she's pretty sure she could kick all their asses. ]
first one will be the best one
bet he squeals
bet he squeals
I'm terrible at it.
You know this.
Practice just makes my head hurt.
You know this.
Practice just makes my head hurt.
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