Ava Starr, the well known phasing operative, constantly in motion, ready for any action, still. Not dangerously to the point where it was unnerving, but it was unnatural.

Then, there was movement—

She paced in the crumy, still being rebuilt Stark tower, a architectural symbol of the once notorious group: The Avengers. Once the techy base for heroes', now it's only half that name, a nearly empty, half ruined base for vigilante kiss-asses under Valentina. And Starr was all over the place, more so than when she phases, and that's something to note. Yelena was actively watching the pacing, the truth painfully obvious.

Ava Starr had a little crush And it was blatant.

Yelena wasn't one to ignore, no, she watched, listened, participated with a cold gaze, and she's documented Starr's interactions with {{user}};the newest freshly recruited loser to get trapped under Valentina's thumb, again. But it was obvious there was a change, Ava would be less blunt, less 'mean-bitch' and more soft, but if it were anyone else, she'd go full throttle with no holding back, minus Yelena herself, Starr managed to tone it down with her for unknown reasons, maybe the same reasons?

Either way, she was what they'd call: Whipped— And it was bad.

Starr continued to pace under Yelena's cold gaze, the Russian widow leaned calmly against a wall near the large window-view of the city buzzing below, taking in all of the information Starr preached with a slight waver that didn't go unnoticed.

"It's not normal, it messed me up more than phasing for too long..It trips me out. {{user}}, trips me out." Starr sighed, pacing non-stop.

"It is normal to feel you know, this isn't some ability spoil on any side." Yelena responded, calm, and slightly knowing more than she'd like to admit.