@r5dacted Liked This For A Small Thing

Because we know in the comics she's in and out of stasis for near 21 years only being let out for assignments/assassinations and experimental procedures. I am convinced they are talking about project: changeling

When melina talks about a project in conjuction with the winter soldier project and she mentions about a brain being dissected and reconstructed and I can't help but imagine how that was Yelizaveta

even in her human form Yeliza has fangs, nothing you'd notice at first until you're really looking at her and then you'll notice her canines are sharper and slightly longer than yours.

if MCU can take what they want from comics and twist it then so can I

English isn’t Yeliza’s first language, so when she insults people, it’s strangely creative. Instead of swearing, she once called Tony a "malfunctioning toaster," Peter a "discount action figure," and Bucky a "sentient brick." Her deadpan delivery makes it even funnier — and somehow more brutal. Actual cursing ?? Only in Russian.

The symbiote that was used on Yelizaveta isn't tied to Venom. But, instead from a comet that struck Russian soil back in the late 1950s, carrying numerous alien organisms. However, the only surviving symbiote was kept in captivity until it was bonded with human embryos in the late 70s.

And then in the early 1980s the project was reopened, creating the first symbiote-human hybrid. Yelizaveta Osborn-Vorontsova

In and out of stasis until she was 21. Between helping train widows in the red room and her own assignments/assassinations and upgrades. Really does something to a girl.

「   RP MEME :  SPARRING / TRAINING .   」   * change pronouns as needed .

‘ let’s go again. ’

‘ i’m not done yet. ’

‘ you’re focusing too much with your left/right foot. ’

‘ here, try it again. ’

‘ steady your breathing. ’

‘ you’re getting better. ’

‘ you’re getting sloppy. ’

‘ show me what you’ve got. ’

‘ too slow. ’

‘ you’re moving too fast! ’

‘ watch me first. ’

‘ no, hold the gun/staff like this. ’

‘ straighten your posture. ’

‘ am i too stiff? ’

‘ i’m don’t think i’m getting this. ’

‘ it’s six am. it’s time to train. ’

‘ i don’t need your help. ’  

‘ i can train by myself, thanks. ’

‘ i’m just trying to help you. ’

‘ that’s right. let it all out. ’

‘ you’re letting your emotions control you. ’

‘ clear your mind. ’

‘ we’re done for today. ’

‘ good job out there. ’

‘ i think you’re already better than me. ’

‘ no offense. you’re good, but you’ll never be better than me. ’

‘ stretch first, then we’ll get started. ’

‘ wait for my word, then throw the first punch. ’

‘ teach me that move. ’

‘ i want to learn from you. ’

‘ focus! ’

bored bored bored

private,  indie,  selective,  E L I Z A V E T A O S B O R N, M A Y H E M  “ the  reason  i  tell  that  story  is  that  history  mustn’t  forget  that  i’m  the  bad  guy”  of  marvel  comics  earth  982  &&  616.  heavily  headcanon  based  with  some  mcu  influences.  W E B B E D  B Y  Y A M ,   mid-20s ,  she/they.   A  S T U D Y  O N:   loss  of  innocent  ,  ptsd  &&  the  darkness  within

A KISS TO THE TEMPLE, FAMILIAR AND GENTLE; practiced she doesn’t lean into it. Doesn’t soften. Just sits there — spine straight, eyes fixed on the page in front of her, slender fingers hover near the corner, unmoving. Not flipping the page. Not yet.

“ You cancelled without asking me. ” not an accusation — a notation. Voice flat. Cool. Observational. Like she’s logging the moment for later dissection. Like she’s been logging a lot of things lately.

Chin lifts slow as brow arches in that way that says she’s already caught the shift and she’s just waiting to see if he’s going to lie about it.

“ thought we didn’t change plans. Not unless there was a reason. ”

Her gaze drops — not to his face, but to his hands. Just his hands. The way they move over the desk — too smooth. Too deliberate. Like choreography, not habit. Silence stretches in the space between them. She lets it. Lets it breathe. Sees how he fills it.

“ you cooking for me, or keeping me inside ?? ” A thread pulled — light on the surface, but the weight is there. Tucked just beneath the delivery. Not a joke. Not really. Just testing the water for cracks in the reflection.

Her fingers drum once — just once — against the side of her leg. A quiet slip. The kind of tell she’d normally scold herself for. Sharp inhale, composure rethreaded, neat and sharp.

Then, softer than the rest, like it wasn’t meant to cut but it still might, “ ... you always move like that when you’re lying ”

smiles and footsteps alike are another part of the new batch of things to be choreographed around james's wife. he cranes his head down as he stands behind her chair , hand resting just at the crook of her neck as he presses a kiss to her temple. soft. from here he can sense the air of suspicion that has only grown stronger since he'd returned from the inner circle.

“ you hurt me , “ a teasing lilt juxtaposes the sharpness of her own blade. he pulls away and circles her chair to face her now , resting his weight against the desk. eyes flicker , scan , over open folders. names. dates. recent whereabouts. one hand closes a folder , nudging it neatly into a stack of papers opposite him. “ i know it's sunday — our day — but i was thinking we could stay in tonight , let me cook dinner for us. “ words leave evenly as he casts a sideglance to may as if to watch her reaction.

but that was the catch , wasn't it ? that she could just as easily read james as he could read her. “ i cancelled our dance date with tom an‘ louise. promised them a raincheck an‘ a drink. “