[She didn't call his bluff because she'd been pretty sure it wasn't a bluff. Maybe it was just that she thought he was as willing to follow through as she had been, but she'd been fairly sure he wasn't just pushing her, testing her limits. Or, at least not to a degree that he wasn't willing to follow her out into a blizzard to make a point.
There were only a few people that could get to her by threatening to be just as reckless as she was, and now there was someone that wasn't in a stasis tube, where she could hold onto Darma's promise to keep them safe. No doubt it would be trouble later, because Rumlow's right, in that Ava wears her emotions on her sleeve. Because while she might have Natasha's memories, she's not Natasha, she processes the other woman's skills and experiences in different ways.
And she cares. Stubbornly, defiantly, cares. Once she's unwound the rope from around his waist she slowly lets it slide from her fingers.]
Just-- Actually, I think I have a mylar one. Should be just large enough to cover the entrance.
[Calling it a blanket is a gross overstatement of facts, but she thinks it might work for covering the entrance. She walks back to her bag, refolding the cloth bag she'd been about to run out into the snow with, and tucks it back into her duffle. Then she pulls out a small folded square of silver that she tosses lightly at Rumlow. The concept is that they trap in body heat that would otherwise radiate out, but they're terrible and uncomfortable, and not particularly sturdy, no matter what the SHIELD emergency survival guide says. But right now they mostly just need it to keep the snow out and the lingering heat from the fire in.]
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There were only a few people that could get to her by threatening to be just as reckless as she was, and now there was someone that wasn't in a stasis tube, where she could hold onto Darma's promise to keep them safe. No doubt it would be trouble later, because Rumlow's right, in that Ava wears her emotions on her sleeve. Because while she might have Natasha's memories, she's not Natasha, she processes the other woman's skills and experiences in different ways.
And she cares. Stubbornly, defiantly, cares. Once she's unwound the rope from around his waist she slowly lets it slide from her fingers.]
Just-- Actually, I think I have a mylar one. Should be just large enough to cover the entrance.
[Calling it a blanket is a gross overstatement of facts, but she thinks it might work for covering the entrance. She walks back to her bag, refolding the cloth bag she'd been about to run out into the snow with, and tucks it back into her duffle. Then she pulls out a small folded square of silver that she tosses lightly at Rumlow. The concept is that they trap in body heat that would otherwise radiate out, but they're terrible and uncomfortable, and not particularly sturdy, no matter what the SHIELD emergency survival guide says. But right now they mostly just need it to keep the snow out and the lingering heat from the fire in.]