Steve/Yelena
Yelena made a face at that. Another reason to dislike this era when it comes to treatment of women. Also, marriage. Yelena wasn't so sure about that one. That was right up there with love and family. Complicated concepts to a spy. Especially a Black Widow.
"I think we can agree. Unsolicited matchmaking is generally a bad idea."
The blonde Widow did not have photographic memory, but she had been trained for years and years in the art of dance. Learning steps and keeping beat to music was almost second nature to her. There was a connection between dancing and fighting. She would approach both with grace. As the music started, she took her place opposite Steve and fell into rhythm.
She has long wondered about what the infamous Captain America was really like. Ever since she knew her sister had taken up with the Avengers, not to mention Alexei's obsession with his so-called contemporary, she has been curious about Steve Rogers. His impatience with playacting and undercover work did not surprise Yelena and she told him so.
"That does not surprise me that you dislike the pretense. You are a soldier, not a spy." And that was not a bad thing. Embroiled in a lifetime of lies and charade, Yelena appreciated honesty and directness. "But you've learned to think like a spy," she remarked, her tone impressed at his suggestion for reconnaissance method. "Natasha's doing?" She smiled sadly at the mention of her sister. She shrugged. "Go ahead. You can ask me anything you like. If I can't answer or don't want to answer something, then I won't."