16106/Widows Flying High

Widows Flying High
Date of Scene:	18 October 2023
Location:	Hangar: Helicarrier
Synopsis:	Yelena and Natasha chat on the flight deck.
Cast of Characters:	Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova

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Natasha Romanoff has posed:
It's a rough evening over as the HEllicarrier flies through the dark. Somewhere along the Atlantic Ocean, back and forth from a mission. Quinjets flying on and off, departing and arriving. Carrying out assignments, deploying personnel, or bringing in supplies. IT's busy, but not hectic. Things are about but nothing of any priority.
    SO, for now on the flight deck the two Widows are just watching flight operations going on.

Yelena Belova has posed:
Or it could be a little bit of carrier quals, what with new batches of pilots and agents now that graduation is done for the year and all the 'intake' has happened both from within SHIELD academy and from without. The airbosses can undoubtedly be heard above the wind and ambient noise of the deck yelling at the green recruits as the wings waggle a little bit on approach. Some do touch and gos, some land.. effectively.

Yelena is on the deck, sitting, hands deep in her pockets of a mid-weight parka, and chewing gum as she watches the aircraft ballet. "You know, I do not get tired of watching that. I used to be afraid of airports," for what could seem to be obvious reasons, "but now, I do not mind them." Her lilting accent is light in the evening's air. She grins soon after and looks to the other widow, "I think it is because I can control it now." Little revelations.

The grin becomes a soft 'hah' in her throat, and she shrugs, nodding in the direction of a Quin that is powering down. "I bet I could take that aircraft in 3 minutes."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Things zooming along rocketing out along towards the ocean, or in from it. The carrier not cloaked, just very high up so as to amke it almost immaterial over in the dark and stormy weather a half mile up in the sky.

"Oh? And why did you used to be afraid of airports? I thought you knew from the time you were five or six how to sneak weapons past security and take over things. Or did you just not like people in close proxiimity where you couldn't knife all of them before they could react?" A light tease in her tone whether or not that was something that Yelena had to function wtih.

Natasha hadn't at her age, but she hadn't been in the Program yet. She had just been living in Stalingrad under seige. Which might be better or worse depending on perspective. "It would take you p to three minutes? We'd all be disappointed. I thought you could take a Quinjet, knock out everyone around it, and hotwire it in a hundred and fifty seconds at most. You have some more training to do." A soft tease. "Or are you including takeoff time?"

Yelena Belova has posed:
There are some people who go to airports just to watch the planes take off and land. Some airports still have viewing parking lots for just such a pasttime! There's a fascination there with flight that seems to be deeply ingrained in some people. In others?

It's all about control. Even a little bit of control, or at least the feeling of having some semblance of control is helpful.

"Whaaaat, I was being philsophical. You broke mood," Yelena chuffs softly, though there is absolutely humor behind those softly accented words. "You know I hate people." She scrunches her nose momentarily as if smelling some awful scent, "I like airports now because.." and a laugh follows before she lean-nudges the other woman.

"That is to let the people write their goodbyes. I am getting soft in my old age."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
And Natasha gets that bit. That it's about control, and awareness of things going on. Too many factors to assume, too many things outside of one's influence to cover all the basics of. Too many different things that are impossible to account for. That was why one had to plan things with large groups of people to try and isolate areas. To minimize overlapping, disruptive things.

"It's not my fault that you're rather contemplative when you're not doing something to keep yourself distracted. But it's good that you have the time to reflect. It's a hard thing to do." She would listen attentively. "And you're not going to be getting old until you've hit about two or three times your age."

Yelena Belova has posed:
The smirk rises from the bark of a laugh, and Yelena rolls her shoulders to warm up her joints. "I will be ancient, like Baba Yaga. I will be in my apartment with dya-dya, and bodies will be outside on doorstep." She looks at her sestra, adding, "No warnings. Bear should be enough."

But, until then?

Yelena's mood shifts from the philosophical back to the more conversational. "How many recruits, do you think, that we will have to train? This flying is horrible. There is no sense of 4 dimensions." She pulls a hand out to gesture in something in a coordinate grid fashion. "Is all up, down, left, right. They will get killed." Why does she care? "Look at that one," and she nods up in the air at a quin that the pilot is obviously struggling with a vertical landing. "Messy," the sound of her gum clicking can be heard, "I see the fire supression activated. We were never like that."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would smirk over, "I see. So you'll go around on a house with chicken legs? Wouldn't that be somewhat undignified? Plus, and while you might be a creature that inspired fear, you'd be fairly visible doing so. I thought you were a creature of subtlety. And the bear.. I'm glad that you have a drinking companion. And someon e that you can call a confidant." Even if others would find it unbearable.

Would glance over at the landings going on. "I can't say. I can fly. I leave it to the others to train the children." The children meaning the recruits. "And also don't forget that with so many of the craft being VTOL, that you have to remember how quickly you can stop and go backwards. Even more with the high speed that can be maneuvered."

Yelena Belova has posed:
Yelena gives what could almost be described as a Russian shrug; it's slow and filled with meaning. "Could be worse." Could always be worse! She does look as if she considers, and bobs her head a couple of times in the thought. "Yes, then all silly people will come to door to try and steal my treasure." Adventurers are always going after the Hut.

She rolls her shoulders forward again to keep them from stiffening in the night's air. It's habit. The physics of flying such a maneuverable plane has the younger widow grinning again. "So much fun.." is whispered as blue eyes look to the planes again.

Sliding off her spot, Yelena gains her feet, though hands are still in pockets. She gestures, then, with her head instead towards some parked aircraft. "Come. I feel like adding to training. How not to get shot down in dogfight."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would nod over, "Yes, it can always be worse. And it will always get worse." That was the thing that was always drilled into them by life experiences. They were Russian. It was the type of life that they had to accept.

It will always get worse. Don't expect otherwise.

"I'm sure that any that would be dumb enough toe ven conceive so would pay the price for it. You should eliminate a few just to make sure the others get the point across." She would laugh. "And no shooting them down to show it."

Yelena Belova has posed:
It is the Russian motto: It can always be worse, and it can always get worse... and it usually does. Millennia of Russian history has effectively attached that to Russian DNA. Can take the girl out of Russia, but..

Yelena's hands are still deep within her coat pockets, and as the breeze blows, she removes them for as long as it takes to put her fur-lined hood up before they're back into pockets. "I should. And I should also shoot them down. Would be fun. Or get them into sights and make alarms go off." That sounds like fun!

"Come on, will be fun."