i seem fine but i can’t take the highs and the lows (♫)
Delivering flowers to the grave of one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes isn't typically how Daisy spends her Tuesday afternoons, but when Phil Coulson asks for a favor, it's impossible to say no. He'd given her directions to the site and specified it needed to be this particular day, but he hadn't explained the significance. He also hadn't specified what type of flowers to bring, so she'd agonized over the selection for half an hour before choosing a bouquet of yellow and white daisies. Perhaps not the most traditional choice, but it is a personal one, and that should count for something, right?
She'd had to park the quinjet outside the cemetery and walk the rest of the way, but she doesn't mind. There's something peaceful about cemeteries, especially these old ones in the Middle of Nowhere, Midwest. The trees hang low and cast shade over the rows of stones, but it's impossible to miss the one she's there to visit.
A storm must have come through recently because the small shrine dedicated to Natasha Romanoff is in a slight state of chaos. Dried flowers have scattered, stuffed toys lay facedown, and it all looks as if something has stomped through them. The woman who gave her life saving the world deserves better than this. So Daisy sets her own contribution to the side and kneels in the grass, doing her best to tidy the items and bring a sense of order to the display. It's the least she can do for the fallen hero.
Yelena always came to visit her sister when she was on holiday, but sometimes she would stop by when she was passing through in between jobs. She had a few days off, so she got Fanny and the pair made their way to Ohio so Yelena could stop by and changed the flowers out. When she pulled up in the beat up truck, she paused as she noticed someone was picking things up about Tasha grave. Yelena turned off the truck, open the door, hopping out and gave a short whistle for Fanny to join her out of the truck.
She reached for the fresh flowers in her truck and than shut the door, "Heel," she told Fanny for she wouldn't run off. Yelena had never seen this woman before, but she didn't know a lot of people in her sisters life when she wasn't in it. "Come," she told Fanny as the pair walked toward the grave and the woman, "Hello," she called out as a greeting, her free hand offering a small wave as the pair came up to Tasha's grave.
Was this a co-worker? A friend? Yelena was thinking back to anything that would remind her of who this person could be and found nothing, "What a mess, huh?" she asked as she looked around, frowning.
Daisy wasn't expecting anyone else to come by, though perhaps she should have. Some of the tokens left at the grave are obviously newer than the others, so there are still some people out there making the pilgrimage to pay tribute to the hero who'd helped save the world more than once. But still, the other woman's arrival catches her a bit off guard and she doesn't immediately respond to the greeting beyond a glance of acknowledgment.
Is this a fan? Some directly affected by Natasha Romanoff's actions? Or perhaps someone who actually knew her? The question is easier to deal with, prompting a response she knows how to give.
"I'm sure it's nothing new for her," she offers with mild amusement, a smile tugging at her lips as she brushes dirt off a small teddy bear who has seen better days. "From my experience, fighting bad guys is usually a messy business."
Yelena nodded her head, smirk slightly as she added, "She was use to cleaning up other people messes." She kneel down, her hand placing the fresh flowers on the grave. "You must be a co-worker?" she asked as she looked up at the brunette, "you mention from your experience, figured that means you must have worked with her or her team."
Looking back she placed a hand on the grave and that stood up, wiping her hands on her jeans, "I'm Yelena, her sister," she finally introduced herself. "I haven't seen many people here," it was nice to know her sister was remembered.
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She reached for the fresh flowers in her truck and than shut the door, "Heel," she told Fanny for she wouldn't run off. Yelena had never seen this woman before, but she didn't know a lot of people in her sisters life when she wasn't in it. "Come," she told Fanny as the pair walked toward the grave and the woman, "Hello," she called out as a greeting, her free hand offering a small wave as the pair came up to Tasha's grave.
Was this a co-worker? A friend? Yelena was thinking back to anything that would remind her of who this person could be and found nothing, "What a mess, huh?" she asked as she looked around, frowning.
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Is this a fan? Some directly affected by Natasha Romanoff's actions? Or perhaps someone who actually knew her? The question is easier to deal with, prompting a response she knows how to give.
"I'm sure it's nothing new for her," she offers with mild amusement, a smile tugging at her lips as she brushes dirt off a small teddy bear who has seen better days. "From my experience, fighting bad guys is usually a messy business."
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Looking back she placed a hand on the grave and that stood up, wiping her hands on her jeans, "I'm Yelena, her sister," she finally introduced herself. "I haven't seen many people here," it was nice to know her sister was remembered.