Hands Hands Hands Hands 🫶

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A  MINUTE  QUIRK  OF  A  BROW ; though  a  smile  does  break,  uneven  as  her  gaze  watches Yelena   ❛  you want something ?? Just ask for it  ❜  Eliza  repeated,  leaning  against  the  kitchen  counter,  head  cocking to side ❛ you could've just knocked instead of breaking and entering into my place like this ❜

“ DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF ” A rasp — dry and sharp. Something close to a smile ghosts along her mouth, but it doesn’t reach the eyes. Hasn’t in a while. Shoulders stiffen, back pressed into the wall behind her as if distance might soften the weight of everything said ( and unsaid ).

“ You always were better at cleaning things up. ” Tone isn't bitter, but there's a tired edge that frays each word like worn cloth. “ I just made sure the kid didn’t fucking die and somehow I am the villain in Fury's narrative. ”

Tension anchoring between shoulder blades. The kind that doesn't go away with retirement or therapy or whatever bullshit word they try to package normal with these days.

“ You think I wanted to get involved ?? ” A scoff, barely breath. “ I left them for a reason ” No names. No need. Not with Natalia. They both did — left that behind. The locked rooms. The orders barked in cold languages. The kind of freedom you only earn by bleeding for it. Something flickers across pallid features — something tight and momentary, she doesn’t look at nat, but the silence between them stretches long enough to say i know you remember it too.

“ but you see a man raise a gun at a kid and you tell me what you do.” A breath pushes out, sharp through her nose, hand twitching near the untouched glass at her side. “ Fury's going to come for me anyway. Doesn’t matter if you’re first through the door or the last. You and I both know how this plays out. ”

The hand finally moves — not to pour, not yet, but to slide the glass just slightly across the kitchen surface. A soft clink, delicate despite everything in her posture saying don’t push me.

“And you're stopping it ?? Means I owe you again. ” A beat. Then, quieter “ And I fucking hate owing you. ”

❛ sounds familiar. ❜ breathy snort flares nostrils though its lined with a tinge of amusement over annoyance. SHE'S NOT HERE TO JUDGE ; no. natalia romanovna is a lot of things , but a hypocrite isn't one of them. hence why she chose to show up first on her own accord before anyone else caught wind of the situation. head tilts off to one side , digits drumming along table surface as widow follows eliza's every move.

❛ and so you stepped in and intervened. ❜ less of a question and more reverberating the FACTS. ❛ kid's lucky you were around then. ❜ there's also that distinct lack of performance in her tone as natalia watches on. a sigh parting lips before she'd removed the sunglasses looming over the bridge of her nose. she means the words that fall from the tip of her tongue. that kid ? he was lucky.

❛ and you know that i hate it when you're listening to my heartbeat. ❜ head now tipping off in the opposite direction. ❛ ------- WELL. since you're listening to it. tell me , does it seem like i'm lying so far ? fury is going to want to rain hell down on you if ... no , WHEN he finds out. i , on the other hand , intend on stopping that before it happens , against his better judgement. ❜

the drumming comes to a halt as all tips of fingers press down against surface at the same time. this game ? this ACT they're forced to put up with for the sake of " diplomacy " ( its exhausting. draining even. ) ❛ NO. ❜ the initial response , single brow now rising up.

❛ no , i don't think you did. i think you were put in a situation where something needed to be done and no one else was willing to do it. that you were dealt a hand and you simply played the cards given to you. i think this entire situation could have been dealt with a lot cleaner than it was , but it was dealt with. and that's all that's important. .... still think i'm lying, or are you finally going to pour a glass ? ❜

Yeliza doesn't wear lip gloss and only wears lipstick on some occasions, but uses strawberry flavored lip balm daily

VILLANELLE Killing Eve / 4.08

NAMES YELIZA GOES BY

Yeliza/Eliza

The Hybrid ( specifically during her time under the KGB )

Mayhem

April ( for certain muses and this must be discussed before )

Yelizaveta Voronstova

Changeling ( specifically norman osborn )

Also, a reminder yeliza is a symbiote-hybrid, there is no "other" it is just her

I often think about how the KGB controlled Eliza, and it wasn’t easy. She was dangerous even when she was young — incredibly smart && unpredictable if they didn’t keep her in check. So, they put an inhibitor in the base of her spine, hidden so deep you’d need surgery to even find it. If she ever tried to mess with it, it would hit her with electric shocks bad enough to drop her instantly.

And that still wasn’t enough for them. When they sent her out on missions, she wore a stealth suit — all tactical and black, with a mask akin to the winter soldier’s. But the real kicker was the earpiece within the mask. they built in a micro sonic cannon, and if she ever disobeyed, they could trigger it remotely and knock her out before she even knew what was happening.

but the thing is, she didn’t often need controlling. Eliza grew up inside four walls. She was trained to be loyal to Russia before she even knew what loyalty meant. These were more precautions a means to control the beast within.

hello everyone !! it's been so nice to be welcomed back so. warmly. While I work on updating Eliza's blog here are just some key points for now:

Origins & Backstory

Created in Soviet labs underground Russia during the 1980s as part of a KGB experiment.

Infused with a symbiote organism, she is a symbiote-hybrid.

Originally trained and used as a spy and assassin for the Soviet Union.

Accidentally triggered a symbiote apocalypse during her teenage years, leading to the collapse of her original world.

During the apocalypse, she fell in love with her worlds Bucky Barnes, and the two had a daughter together.

Bucky and their daughter eventually died during a raid.

Over 90 years of survival, she engineered a dimension-hopping device to escape her ruined reality.

Abilities:

Shapeshifting thanks to her symbiote Eliza can alter appearance, form weapons, mimic others.

Bulletproof and stab-proof — her symbiote forms a protective armour layer.

Skilled marksmanship - prefers to use guns over her symbiote

Possesses enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance.

Can regenerate from injuries at an accelerated rate.

Does not age like a normal human, giving her near-immortality.

Current Mission

Uses her gadget to travel between universes, hunting down symbiote experiments the government has hidden.

Her goal is to eliminate threats before another apocalypse can begin in another reality.

Often works alone, operating in the shadows, sometimes collaborating when a mission demands it.

*   ━━━━━━━━━━━━ @freakarus: Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

Yelizavetas' Husband: Bucky Barnes of Earth: 982

Yeliza’s Bucky wasn’t built for the world that came after. He wasn’t a soldier. He never held a rifle in some muddy trench. He never got stitched into history with blood. In her universe, he was just a boy who grew up in Brooklyn in the eighties, soft around the edges, stubborn where it mattered. The kind of kid who stayed up too late reading sci-fi books and dreaming about other galaxies instead of wars. Before the world fell apart, he taught astrophysics at the university — filled lecture halls with stories about black holes and collapsing stars, about the universe folding in on itself like paper. He loved it. Loved learning, loved teaching. Loved imagining something bigger than all of this.

He wasn't supposed to survive an apocalypse. But he tried anyway.

When the sky turned black and the cities burned, he held onto Yeliza like a lifeline. Held onto Mila even tighter. He wasn't a fighter, but he fought anyway — not because he was good at it, but because there was no other choice. He taught Mila the names of the stars even when the smoke covered the sky. Told her they were still up there, still burning, even when they couldn’t see them.

He died the same way he lived — trying to protect the people he loved. Yeliza never blamed him. He wasn’t meant to be a weapon. He was meant to be a teacher, a father, a man who kept the memory of the stars alive even after the world forgot them.

what is your muses favourite dinner to cook ?? 'liza wants to know