Which would have to be a flood, since otherwise she wouldn't have her normal weapons. "I guess your plan worked, then. Everything locked up except that one. That's a really good plan." He looks down at his coffee. "I can't think of anything I could lock up, at least. The worst thing I can do I'd just have to touch somebody."
"It kept him from hurting anyone. I am not sure how much that actually mattered." Unlike the breaches, her memory of Dreykov's interloping is still a black hole.
She reaches over and lays a hand on his arm. "This was a choice I made for my own reasons. It is not something anyone expects. It is not something most people even try to do."
"No, I know." He looks sheepish. "Sorry. I think I still feel weird after-- all that. Being so dumb and useless in that spy school." It feels like he needs to do something out here, to prove he's not a waste of space. Even though he's never found a way to prove that, before.
"You were not useless," she says, quiet but fierce, and while some of it might be the remnants of Alice's knee-jerk impulse to defend her brother against all comers, most of it isn't. "What those children were being groomed to be - it is nothing to aspire to. You were not less because you were not a liar or a killer."
Bob's mouth opens, then closes again, and he ducks his head. "I felt useless. In there," he says after a moment, hugging his coffee mug up against his chest. He still does, really, but at least in there he had a reason for it beyond generally being a fuck-up his whole life. "That guy was just a hostage to keep you around, you know? Just a kid. He couldn't even keep you safe."
"Maybe," Yelena says. "But he kept her human. She knew that there would always be someone who was there for her, someone she did not want to let down."
She hesitates for a moment, looking away to scan the dining hall, blessedly still empty. "I was six, did you know this? When my father gave me to the man who turned me into what I am. Gave me back, I should say. I belonged to them since I was just a baby. My sister tried to stop it, but she couldn't. And when she escaped, she did it alone."
Her smile is a shaky thing. "You were not a spy, and you were not a killer. But that version of you protected his sister better than the Black Widow was able to protect hers. I would not call that being useless."
He watches her, sidelong, for a moment as she speaks. He can hardly compute the idea that he somehow did anything good. Made anything better. That's just not how his life is. Success is not a feeling he thinks he would recognize even if it happened. When she smiles back at him, shaky or not, he has to look away, look down.
"I'm sorry," he says after a long pause. "About your sister. And your father." And maybe it's deflecting a little, but it's still true. Being betrayed by your parents-- well. It's the worst. That much he understands, even if there's so much about her life he doesn't really know still.
"It was a long time ago," she says, as though that makes the hurt any less real. "And I did not tell you to make you feel bad for me. I told you because you do not need to be a spy or a superhero to make an impact on people's lives. It is easier to see the bad sometimes, maybe, but that does not mean that's all there is."
It's easier to feel bad for her than to consider that he, himself, did something that helped. It wasn't even technically him, really. "I've got a lot of bad," he warns, shaking his head. "And the only impact I'm used to making on people isn't a good kind. I try to help, and then just make things worse, usually."
"I do not exactly have a great track record with making a positive impact myself," she says, matter-of-fact. "Mostly I am only useful in a crisis, and only if I am not the one causing the crisis. But maybe that is why we are here. Either we find a way to be better, or any damage we can do is contained."
Her smile this time isn't shaky, but it is wry. "And I think I probably have you beat in the damage department."
"Maybe you killed more people than I did," Bob allows. Even if he killed those people whose shadows remain in his cabin, she was an assassin for a long time. (Enslaved for a lot of it, too, so it's not like those ones were her fault.)
He hitches one shoulder in a shrug. "But you've made a pretty good impression on me, at least."
He looks back up and smiles a bit back. "Yeah. I do." As if anything would convince him otherwise, really, at this point. She didn't even know him, but she's still been so kind to him. And she's funny, and smart, and checks on him after stupid Barge shit.
"Do you?" he has to ask, only a little bit joking. "After having me for a brother?"
"I would adopt you, but I do not want to inflict my parents on you," she deadpans. And then, so he can't misconstrue her meaning. "Yes. I still want to be your friend."
A brief pause, and then, "Did you know, our names were a cryptography joke?"
"Alice and Bob are characters used in problems and thought exercises for cryptography papers and training." She shrugs a little. "More for electronic security than manual ciphering, but it is a common convention in security and academic circles."
"Oh, huh." He's not sure if that's a coincidence or if the Admiral has a real weird sense of humor, or something. "Is Charlie also a character they use?" A, B, and C, it would make sense. But maybe they only need two for their thought exercises.
"Chad," Bob says with a chuckle. "Maybe that's where the joke about Chads being terrible guys came from. It started with code-people and just kind of spread from there." Okay, he's unaware of the internet meme involved too, but hey, maybe that's where the name in the internet meme came from too?
There's a moment's pause as she considers this, before finally admitting, "You know, I do not actually know where that came from. But we can just pretend it was an industry joke that broke containment, even if it actually started somewhere else."
"It's a fun story, even if it isn't true," Bob agrees. He gives her a little nudge. "Come on. Let's go... watch a dumb movie or something. Something easy that doesn't make us think about spy stuff."
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Date: 2025-10-26 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-26 03:07 am (UTC)She reaches over and lays a hand on his arm. "This was a choice I made for my own reasons. It is not something anyone expects. It is not something most people even try to do."
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Date: 2025-10-28 05:33 am (UTC)She hesitates for a moment, looking away to scan the dining hall, blessedly still empty. "I was six, did you know this? When my father gave me to the man who turned me into what I am. Gave me back, I should say. I belonged to them since I was just a baby. My sister tried to stop it, but she couldn't. And when she escaped, she did it alone."
Her smile is a shaky thing. "You were not a spy, and you were not a killer. But that version of you protected his sister better than the Black Widow was able to protect hers. I would not call that being useless."
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Date: 2025-10-29 04:04 am (UTC)"I'm sorry," he says after a long pause. "About your sister. And your father." And maybe it's deflecting a little, but it's still true. Being betrayed by your parents-- well. It's the worst. That much he understands, even if there's so much about her life he doesn't really know still.
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Date: 2025-10-31 04:25 am (UTC)Her smile this time isn't shaky, but it is wry. "And I think I probably have you beat in the damage department."
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Date: 2025-11-03 04:36 am (UTC)He hitches one shoulder in a shrug. "But you've made a pretty good impression on me, at least."
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Date: 2025-11-08 04:30 am (UTC)"Do you?" he has to ask, only a little bit joking. "After having me for a brother?"
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Date: 2025-11-08 05:18 am (UTC)A brief pause, and then, "Did you know, our names were a cryptography joke?"
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Date: 2025-11-12 04:50 am (UTC)She gives him a quick little grin. "If they need a malicious but non-specific character, it is usually Chuck or Chad."
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