[ she doesn't think a body to bury would help. in fact, she knows it wouldn't. the only thing that would help is impossible and yelena hates thinking about it. but knowing the grave is empty feels so unfinished. it feels unfair but she figures she'd feel that way anyway but not knowing where she is... is worse.
yelena doesn't expect to hear the truth. people are so easy with lies about healing over time; how it'll hurt less. she looks at wanda with soft eyes, understanding the grief she still feels. yelena takes a sip of her drink. it's more comforting than it should be but she lets it sit for a moment to make sure. there's no anger or frustration. yelena appreciates the truth. it feels genuine, even if it doesn't make her feel better. ]
I guess it's good to know there's no end to this. [ she says earnestly. waiting for an end is worse than learning there isn't one. she shrugs. ] Better than waiting to feel ok and never feeling it.
[ there's a part of her that doesn't want to let go of needing the closure of natasha's body. but yelena knows she has a point. even if it's not satisfying. she doesn't have to like it for it to be the truth. there will be no closure and yelena has to find her peace in that. ]
Or maybe I'll just kill the person who did it. [ she says with a half-hearted laugh because yelena is only partially joking. ] Seems like a fair trade.
I can't really recommend going out on dates with random men and threatening to kill them as a healthy coping mechanism.
[she recognizes that yelena is partially joking, so wanda returns the favor. the conversation went into deep territory, so a little bit of levity helps bring the mood up a little.
speaking of the dead is never easy, but they don't have to be forever somber about it.]
It might seem silly, but... talking about it might help more. [wanda remembers when steve would try to talk to her; she remembers how helpful it was, and how nice it felt, when vision would sit with her and just keep her company, even when the right words wouldn't come out. she takes a deep breath, and starts.] My brother's name was Pietro Maximoff. He died protecting others, being reckless as always, but brave enough to be a hero.
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yelena doesn't expect to hear the truth. people are so easy with lies about healing over time; how it'll hurt less. she looks at wanda with soft eyes, understanding the grief she still feels. yelena takes a sip of her drink. it's more comforting than it should be but she lets it sit for a moment to make sure. there's no anger or frustration. yelena appreciates the truth. it feels genuine, even if it doesn't make her feel better. ]
I guess it's good to know there's no end to this. [ she says earnestly. waiting for an end is worse than learning there isn't one. she shrugs. ] Better than waiting to feel ok and never feeling it.
[ there's a part of her that doesn't want to let go of needing the closure of natasha's body. but yelena knows she has a point. even if it's not satisfying. she doesn't have to like it for it to be the truth. there will be no closure and yelena has to find her peace in that. ]
Or maybe I'll just kill the person who did it. [ she says with a half-hearted laugh because yelena is only partially joking. ] Seems like a fair trade.
:>
[she recognizes that yelena is partially joking, so wanda returns the favor. the conversation went into deep territory, so a little bit of levity helps bring the mood up a little.
speaking of the dead is never easy, but they don't have to be forever somber about it.]
It might seem silly, but... talking about it might help more. [wanda remembers when steve would try to talk to her; she remembers how helpful it was, and how nice it felt, when vision would sit with her and just keep her company, even when the right words wouldn't come out. she takes a deep breath, and starts.] My brother's name was Pietro Maximoff. He died protecting others, being reckless as always, but brave enough to be a hero.