Peter and Yelena
When Peter clarified that he was referring to Steve and Bucky, Yelena let out a hearty HA. Two super soldiers decades older than they look, with old-fashioned perspective, it was not a bad comparison. "Is Bucky grandpa because he acts like a grumpy old man at times?" she asked with a grin.
"You could use some good luck," Yelena agreed. "When it comes to steering clear of fights."
She knew it couldn't always be avoided when he wasn't the one going around picking them. Part of it came to him naturally out of the unfairness of people's prejudice, especially in this day and age, against his people. The other half of the time, she would hazard a guess, involved trying to keep his mouthy friend out of trouble.
Yelena only understood about half of what Peter said about the tarot cards. She wasn't familiar with Golden Dawn, but she had heard of kabbalah before in passing and could guess about Irish Travelers from the context. Instead, she was openly transfixed by the artwork of the deck. When the first card was flipped over, Yelena let out a soft but audible gasp. She leaned forward, reaching for the card, but stopping herself just short of touching the surface of the card. Her fingertips hovered as she scanned the colorful illustration.
"This is very beautiful," she breathed. Then looked up. "What does it mean?"