"YOU THINK A RAGGEDY TEAM OF FREAKY TEENAGERS ARE GONNA FIX THIS?"
Life for Annabelle has been a whirlwind of emotion for her as she struggles through her tumultuous grief and deep unearthed trauma. Settling in the new Avengers facility with Tony a...
" but i'm only human. and i bled when i fall down. i'm only human. and i crash and i break down. " Human ( Christina Perri )
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TIME STANDS STILL AS TWO RUSSIAN ASSASSINS STAND BREATHLESSLY AND SILENT, WAITING FOR THE DOOR TO OPEN. Annabelle can't even manage to make air gather in and release from her bruised and aching chest in order to formulate her frightened thoughts into a decipherable sentence. She couldn't help but think that the current situation is a trap. That, despite the fact that Yelena had been the one to save her from Tatiana before, it was only a way to reel her in. Maybe they worked together and would be the red-headed child's undoing.
In another moment, Annabelle's hand reached out to the other woman beside her on its own accord. The girl internally begged for her body to stop moving in that way, saying things like "It's dangerous." and "Why do you think she is trustworthy?" to, "How does she know my mother?" But, the fourteen-year-old couldn't help but crave the comfort that was often accompanied by Clint and Yelena.
After all, he introduced her to peanut butter sandwiches.
Noticing the younger girl's lingering presence beside her outstretched arm, Yelena hesitantly brought her own warm hand atop Annabelle's. She clasped her fingers around the girl's palm until their fingers interwove. The woman could feel the strikingly cold feeling of her flesh and the timid movements of her twitching fingers from crippling fear. A part of her broke but Yelena made sure that her feelings were not visible from the outside. Tentatively, she ran the thumb of her fingerless gloved hand along the side of the girl's equally scarred knuckles, gently feeling the tissue build up and uneven flesh from beneath her tender touch.
A lump built up in her throat then and the blonde had to suppress the urge to vomit.
Beside her, Annabelle was still staring at the door. She kept her gaze situated directly on the dark, stained wood - not even twitching as Yelena continued to caress the girl's frigid hand. Even if she noticed the touch, the young red-head didn't appear to take a huge note of it. For she had far too many more important things to worry about, and the handholding isn't a totally unwelcoming feeling she supposed.
Yelena knocked again.
It was evident that despite the fact that there were signs of human life from the tractor tracts visible in the drying dirt near the farm, no one had made an effort to answer the door. Only then did Annabelle look at her. Seaglass green meet sky blue as the two of them exchange a series of worried glances. Yet, despite this, Yelena was still not in a fit of merciless worry. She knew who lived behind that door and she was in no position to give them any privacy or butt out of their social life.
Annabelle watched completely transfixed with undeterred terror as Yelena tore free from the front steps. The woman had previously muttered out in hushed tones to "stay here" as she ducked behind a perfectly trimmed hedge attached to the side of the large farmhouse. The girl noted, for only a second, that the bush was decorated in small white and pink flowers that adorned the seasonal bush like ornaments on a christmas tree. Still, tears were gathering fresh in the girl's sapphire eyes as she managed to take in a few shallow breaths. Her chest contorted. Stomach wringed.
