( Marvel V. ) - Blog Posts

Dark curls bounced as Layla strode into the coffee shop, an air of confidence that didn't match the way her stomach churned the whole journey there. She knew the risks of meeting with people outside of her contacts, people she didn't know let alone trusted. But a friend of sorts knew someone that was suited for her needs, and Layla couldn't exactly be picky right now.

Not when Marc had just up and left. Disappeared completely, turned off his phone and cut contact with both her and Duchamp. Layla could feel in her gut that something was wrong – and she wasn't going to stop searching for her husband. Not even after the divorce papers had arrived in her mail. At their home, of all places.

She easily spotted the man she was there to meet, but allowed her dark gaze to drift by him. Instead strode up to the counter, ordering some sweet syrupy latte from the friendly barista. When Layla finally sat down, it was with a steaming takeaway cup in her hands and a determined look on her face.

" I've been told you're good at finding people, " the words leave her mouth immediately, not caring for introductions or small talk. This was important. " And I've got someone who needs to be found. Interested? " She raises her eyebrows, taking a sip of her drink.

@fracturals

Frank sat alone at a small table in the corner of the bustling café, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounding him. He absently stirred his drink, his eyes scanning the entrance for any sign of the person he was supposed to meet. Micro had hinted that this individual either held critical information or had a job for him, one that could potentially change everything. As he waited, an uneasy feeling crept in.

Frank was well aware of the risks involved; if the meeting felt off, he would leave without hesitation. He casually adjusted the collar of his jacket, feeling the reassuring weight of a knife in his pocket and another concealed in his boot. Typically, he wouldn't venture out without his gun, but he opted for the knives this time. They were more discreet and would allow for a quicker getaway if things turned sour.

He took a careful sip of his coffee, the warmth spreading through him, and watched patrons chatted and laughed, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that sometimes filled the air. Frank’s instincts were sharp; he knew to trust them. He focused on the door, every passing moment stretching his anticipation, as he waited for whatever—or whoever—might come next.

Billy was glad Yelena had let him tag along with her, even if he couldn't offer much in terms of spy ability. His search for Tommy was, so far, coming up short - and he hoped getting around more of America would give him a better chance of finding his brother.

Besides, hanging out Yelena wasn't too bad. It was actually pretty fun, reminiscent of the shenanigans he'd get up to with his twin. Her reply was so casual, so confident, that it pulled a surprised snort from the teen.

" Yeah right, at least I've gone for comfort over tactical gear chic, " Billy replies with an eye roll. Truth be told, he did appreciate her style. It was a difficult look to pull off, but it suited the blonde.

" Besides, I don't need pockets – you've got plenty already. " And his aesthetic was too good to ruin with pocketed cardigans - who was he, an amateur?

𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | Accepting

@fracturals asked; ❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜ ( billy maximoff @ yelena )

She eyed the young boy over, looking at his choice of clothes. A cardigan, interesting but jeans and tee was basic and boring and she knew he was just jealous.

" Impossible " she finally replies, her accent warm and charming

" It's okay to admit you're jealous of me, I get it, it's like 'Oh this crazy Russian spy is now helping me and she's so cool' "

Yelena hadn't wanted to help but with her current mission at a stand still the distraction was welcomed. They'd been travelling through state lines and built a friendship, still new and awkward but she was developing a soft spot for Billy. The sister shaped void filled a little more as time went on with him and Yelena needed that.

" Also I don't see any pockets in your cardigan "