( His excitement is amusing, but in an endearing way as opposed to how she feels whenever *Walker* shows off his equipment. )
That is very cool. Can you shoot one now so I can see?
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i designed and built web—shooters that attach at my wrists !
( showing them off , like a kid displaying a science fair project he’s super proud of )
aren’t they cool !
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Yelena hums an agreement and then gestures for him to scoot up so she can fold herself into the corner of the couch beside him.
“I think he needs a bigger cage. He shouldn’t feel like a prisoner. Can I see—?” To his colouring.
“Hey, Yelena.” he lifts his head to look at her properly, shaking his curls out of the way. maybe he needs another trim.
“is Little Bob alright today?”
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actually ! spiders have internal glands that produce the liquid , and little spigots on the rear of their abdomens that ‘spray’ the webs out !
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( She hums, humourlessly. A wordless agreement. Then squares up in front of him, an eyebrow quirked upwards, almost taunting. )
Try and hit me, old man.
Yelena was fully expecting to get flipped forwards onto her back in retaliation, so she takes this as a win.
“You have been so busy lately,” she complains, still clinging. “I want to spend time with you.”
( She can’t be mad at Bob for long, he is too gentle a soul, he didn’t mean to do it. Yelena’s next glance at him is less scolding and more sympathetic. )
Can you check behind that shelf, Bob? He likes to hide in these small spaces. Did you leave any doors open?
( Bob follows with no resistance, apparently fine with being dragged around. His face, once scrunched with confusion is quick to fall in a frown. )
I’m sorry, ‘lena. I meant to just give him a new chew but he’s so *fast*.
I don’t think he could have got far..
( Yelena purses her lips thoughtfully as she leads Big Bob around the room, checking corners and under tables. )
He’s going to be so scared. I told you this last time— it is like the one thing I told you not to do today.