[And the moment she received this text she headed off to go find Yelena. She wouldn't have asked that question without a reason. And Cassandra is fairly sure that that reason might require company.]
She didn't expect the kid to just show up immediately, but maybe she shouldn't have been surprised by it; Cassie has been pretty stuck to her side in some ways since they met. She trusts Yelena in a way she doesn't most other people here.
She'll find her downstairs in the compound in the main living area but not in her room. She hasn't changed from what she was in when they came back from Moorecroft yet, there's an open bottle of vodka on the table in front of her with a significant amount of it already gone.
Yelena hears it when Cassandra comes in, it's too quiet in the compound for her not to, and that gives her that tiny split-second to swipe at her face and try to pull herself together. "Hey, I didn't know you were coming so fast." Her voice is a little hoarse, the way it would be if she'd been crying, and her eyes are a little glassy to add to the image. She doesn't go any further out of her way trying to hide that she's upset, though; she knows the girl would see through it anyway.
Cassandra pauses just inside the entrance, giving Yelena a moment. Because she has a feeling she knows why it is that she asked that question. (And she knows what it feels like, to lose someone you love. To lose family.)
"You wouldn't have asked that question if there wasn't a reason for it. An important one," she tells her softly. "So of course I would."
"Natasha is gone," she says, no dancing around it, no fanfare, just simple facts. She thinks Cassandra deserves that much, especially for being here so easily. So quickly. "And so is Steve..." though, admittedly he's more an afterthought than her sister. She had only started getting to know him here, and had no prior attachment otherwise to the Avenger leader.
She doesn't remember in the muddied mess of her thoughts right now if she's ever told Cassandra much about Natasha, other than maybe introducing them once after she showed up here. But this reaction is not just 'My sister went home, and I'm stuck here', there is clearly more to the story.
Her heart breaks for Yelena. To lose two people, so close together… and one of them her sister. It has to be awful. But there’s clearly more to the story, and Cassandra is a smart girl. Her reaction is more than just “I’m stuck here and my sister went home”. It’s so much more.
If her sister returning home is this bad… it has to mean that something back home is wrong. Is it the world itself somehow? Or is it something else? She thinks, for a moment, how she would react were she to see one of her sisters, or brothers, here. (Not Percy. She staunchly avoids all thoughts of the brother who had abandoned her to die.)
The final piece clicks into place.
Oh.
Cassandra sits down quietly beside her, gently pressing her shoulder to Yelena’s. “Did something happen?”
When she comes to join her on the couch, Yelena can’t help leaning her head onto the younger girls shoulder. Logically, she knows she shouldn’t put her burdens on a child; emotionally, Cassandra has been through as much as any Widow ever had by her age.
“She is gone… at home, too…” she admits, her voice quiet, accent thicker than usual from the emotion and her earlier crying. “She sacrificed herself for the world.” Her sister grew up a trained killer, the same as her, but she died a hero. At what cost? The worst one of all.
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Date: 2024-08-29 11:18 am (UTC)[And the moment she received this text she headed off to go find Yelena. She wouldn't have asked that question without a reason. And Cassandra is fairly sure that that reason might require company.]
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Date: 2024-08-29 11:54 am (UTC)She'll find her downstairs in the compound in the main living area but not in her room. She hasn't changed from what she was in when they came back from Moorecroft yet, there's an open bottle of vodka on the table in front of her with a significant amount of it already gone.
Yelena hears it when Cassandra comes in, it's too quiet in the compound for her not to, and that gives her that tiny split-second to swipe at her face and try to pull herself together. "Hey, I didn't know you were coming so fast." Her voice is a little hoarse, the way it would be if she'd been crying, and her eyes are a little glassy to add to the image. She doesn't go any further out of her way trying to hide that she's upset, though; she knows the girl would see through it anyway.
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Date: 2024-08-30 12:33 am (UTC)"You wouldn't have asked that question if there wasn't a reason for it. An important one," she tells her softly. "So of course I would."
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Date: 2024-08-30 07:41 am (UTC)She doesn't remember in the muddied mess of her thoughts right now if she's ever told Cassandra much about Natasha, other than maybe introducing them once after she showed up here. But this reaction is not just 'My sister went home, and I'm stuck here', there is clearly more to the story.
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Date: 2024-08-30 08:26 am (UTC)If her sister returning home is this bad… it has to mean that something back home is wrong. Is it the world itself somehow? Or is it something else? She thinks, for a moment, how she would react were she to see one of her sisters, or brothers, here. (Not Percy. She staunchly avoids all thoughts of the brother who had abandoned her to die.)
The final piece clicks into place.
Oh.
Cassandra sits down quietly beside her, gently pressing her shoulder to Yelena’s. “Did something happen?”
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Date: 2024-08-30 01:52 pm (UTC)“She is gone… at home, too…” she admits, her voice quiet, accent thicker than usual from the emotion and her earlier crying. “She sacrificed herself for the world.” Her sister grew up a trained killer, the same as her, but she died a hero. At what cost? The worst one of all.