Sighing, Yelena backed off, offering to make dinner, or breakfast, or whatever meal this was. The archer gave no answer, just stood awkwardly in the entrance, still holding her abdomen. "Do you want to shower?" Yelena asked, closing the door behind her and engaging as many locks as Fort Knox. A full mattress sat in the far corner just before the bathroom, and a locked armoire by the front door completed the space. A quaint metal kitchenette off to the left of the doorway, a living area with a love seat and coffee table to the right. It was nicer than Kate expected- a simple, sparsely furnished studio apartment. Kate had almost drifted off right there in the hall as Yelena struggled with the lock, and had to be tugged roughly in when the blonde finally gained entry. Her entire life had come tumbling down, though right now she could not spare a thought to the long rebuilding process ahead of her. Her eyes were dimmer now, twinkle extinguished by what she'd seen in the past few days.
The collateral damage of Yelena's latest exploit, Kate Bishop, stood stiffly behind her, good hand clutched against her side, other hanging limply. The now dried liquid was distracting not only in the sense of diminished grip, but coagulated chunks would flake off every time she touched something, leaving a trail of destruction. Yelena's hands were still bathed in blood as she searched her tactical gear for the key to her downtrodden, seldom used safe house.
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