He says that she moves like Natasha does and there's a flicker of something half-amused to the curve of her lips. She doesn't wear makeup, doesn't dress the part of peoples' expectations the way Natasha does. She doesn't give away the answer yet, doesn't explain, tell him why, just lets that praise hang in the air. It is praise-- even if she came by it less than naturally, being compared to the Black Widow is not a small thing, even for Ava, even now. Even if part of her still burns to be better.
She does seem to calm a little when he tells her that he's gone rogue, with no intention of going back. There's a flicker of uncertainty, but she decides to trust him for now. Or at least, to not try and pick a fight and slip out the window. For the moment, anyway. She wouldn't kill him-- not that she wasn't capable of killing, but she didn't think she could take him in a fight that lasted, and he didn't seem to be out to hurt her or drag her back... or he hadn't tried yet, at least.
"She rescued me when I was nine. She called me sestra, told me I could trust SHIELD." She shrugs her shoulders, a jerk of her head that implies just how well that had worked out for her. She'd never really told anyone else about it, her conflicted feelings when it came to Natasha, especially around the SHIELD Academy where all of the Avengers were not just heroes, but like rockstars. She gives him the truth, a sliver of it anyway, and there's something a little cathartic about it. She leaves out the fact that later, Natasha had told her that she should thank her for it. Was it any wonder Ava had punched her in the face?
Ava had a spitfire streak, a willingness to take on the world -- maybe even more now than she had before. "So what are you looking for? What is it about Natasha that you think will give you your answers?" Her body language is almost casual, but there's still an edge to her, looking for anything to tip her off if the situation changed, if paranoia became more useful than trust. She was willing to give him a chance, though, despite the news reports, and the fact that this could go bad fast if he turned on her.
She was broken in her own ways, but she wasn't quite as jaded in those same cold ways Natasha was.
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She does seem to calm a little when he tells her that he's gone rogue, with no intention of going back. There's a flicker of uncertainty, but she decides to trust him for now. Or at least, to not try and pick a fight and slip out the window. For the moment, anyway. She wouldn't kill him-- not that she wasn't capable of killing, but she didn't think she could take him in a fight that lasted, and he didn't seem to be out to hurt her or drag her back... or he hadn't tried yet, at least.
"She rescued me when I was nine. She called me sestra, told me I could trust SHIELD." She shrugs her shoulders, a jerk of her head that implies just how well that had worked out for her. She'd never really told anyone else about it, her conflicted feelings when it came to Natasha, especially around the SHIELD Academy where all of the Avengers were not just heroes, but like rockstars. She gives him the truth, a sliver of it anyway, and there's something a little cathartic about it. She leaves out the fact that later, Natasha had told her that she should thank her for it. Was it any wonder Ava had punched her in the face?
Ava had a spitfire streak, a willingness to take on the world -- maybe even more now than she had before. "So what are you looking for? What is it about Natasha that you think will give you your answers?" Her body language is almost casual, but there's still an edge to her, looking for anything to tip her off if the situation changed, if paranoia became more useful than trust. She was willing to give him a chance, though, despite the news reports, and the fact that this could go bad fast if he turned on her.
She was broken in her own ways, but she wasn't quite as jaded in those same cold ways Natasha was.