[The mission had gone pear-shaped. Jinx has taken too long so the alarms hadn't been down when Ava surged out the power. She'd managed to get all three of her charges to the extraction point by drawing all the attention to herself, and eventually managed to slip away, but it certainly hadn't been exactly pleasant. She's not really hurt, just singed, blood on the white fabric of her uniform, her hair a mess, and the scorch of fire on her skin. Luckily, there's a safehouse that's not too far away; she doubts she's lucky enough for there to be a shower, but soap and running water, a change of clothes, and some vaguely passable rations are about what she's hoping for right now.
It looks like a normal enough warehouse, but there's a hidden keypad around the side, and Ava types in her code, leaning against the door and then she's stepping inside with a sigh as it clicks locked behind her. She all but immediately strips to the waist, undoing the closures on her bodysuit, leaving the top of it hanging around her waist, rather un-self-conscious. She's got a sports bra on so she's not too concerned, even on the off chance there is someone else around.
She's looking for a spare uniform when she sees him, a familiar face, and that's what makes her self-conscious, in the end. Because she has the look of a mission gone wrong all over her skin, the scent in her hair. Technically, she'd finished the mission- had the data on a USB stick in her back pocket- but it had not been graceful, and everyone at the compound, and probably for a few miles around were on high alert. And she'd wanted to be able to show off how good she was, if she ever saw him again. Competent. And not having half blown herself up to make sure the soldiers with guns stayed on her while she talked the three recruits through the escape plan to the extraction point.]
For Rumlow
[The mission had gone pear-shaped. Jinx has taken too long so the alarms hadn't been down when Ava surged out the power. She'd managed to get all three of her charges to the extraction point by drawing all the attention to herself, and eventually managed to slip away, but it certainly hadn't been exactly pleasant. She's not really hurt, just singed, blood on the white fabric of her uniform, her hair a mess, and the scorch of fire on her skin. Luckily, there's a safehouse that's not too far away; she doubts she's lucky enough for there to be a shower, but soap and running water, a change of clothes, and some vaguely passable rations are about what she's hoping for right now.
It looks like a normal enough warehouse, but there's a hidden keypad around the side, and Ava types in her code, leaning against the door and then she's stepping inside with a sigh as it clicks locked behind her. She all but immediately strips to the waist, undoing the closures on her bodysuit, leaving the top of it hanging around her waist, rather un-self-conscious. She's got a sports bra on so she's not too concerned, even on the off chance there is someone else around.
She's looking for a spare uniform when she sees him, a familiar face, and that's what makes her self-conscious, in the end. Because she has the look of a mission gone wrong all over her skin, the scent in her hair. Technically, she'd finished the mission- had the data on a USB stick in her back pocket- but it had not been graceful, and everyone at the compound, and probably for a few miles around were on high alert. And she'd wanted to be able to show off how good she was, if she ever saw him again. Competent. And not having half blown herself up to make sure the soldiers with guns stayed on her while she talked the three recruits through the escape plan to the extraction point.]
--Rumlow?