"Robot bird? I want to see a robot bird," she demands, and Sam Wilson gives Natasha a smug look, then taps at a hidden control on his wrist. She starts at the sound of a tiny humming engine, then watches, wide-eyed, as a red and silver drone comes zooming out from the jet they're all standing near.
Another command from Wilson and Redwing comes to hover at eye level, giving her the impression that the drone is taking her measure, and she turns to Natasha, mind made up instantly. "I want one!"
"You can't have one," Natasha tells her, but there's something warm in her eyes that Yelena thinks she understands: to want something, to like something, to decide for herself who she trusts and doesn't, is a gift neither of them will ever take for granted.
Wilson looks superior and nods like he knew this would happen. "Like I said," he says, aiming it at Yasha, "everyone loves Redwing."
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Date: 2021-09-14 01:01 pm (UTC)Another command from Wilson and Redwing comes to hover at eye level, giving her the impression that the drone is taking her measure, and she turns to Natasha, mind made up instantly. "I want one!"
"You can't have one," Natasha tells her, but there's something warm in her eyes that Yelena thinks she understands: to want something, to like something, to decide for herself who she trusts and doesn't, is a gift neither of them will ever take for granted.
Wilson looks superior and nods like he knew this would happen. "Like I said," he says, aiming it at Yasha, "everyone loves Redwing."