Team Three
At the moment, Yelena was in that place where adrenaline and patience churned with one another in her gut, though she ignored it and kept her breath and movements slow and steady. This was really no different than any other previous op or mission she'd been on, except this time she called the shots for herself. There was no Dreykov whispering in her ear or controlling her movements should she step out of line.
No, the woman who was several feet away from her was much more intimidating than Dreykov could have ever hoped to be, and it made Yelena very self-conscious of each of her own movements. Though she'd never tell Natasha what she was feeling, she was still careful to do everything by-the-book, so to speak...at least until things went sideways.
Peering through a scope, Yelena kept her eyes on the movements of team one through the windows - while they were in view, at least - as well as the people around them while seeking out any possible threat. When she heard Zemo introduce Sam and Bucky to the contact, she gave a faint snort. Her voice was soft, but her Russian accent was far more evident than her sister's - not that she couldn't be rid of it if she needed, there just wasn't much of a point in this type of mission.
"Smiling Tiger? Who comes up with these code names?"