She liked to think that Will deciding to tell her where he can usually be found was a sign that boded well for her. This way, she could stop feeling so much like a plucky young thing with a schoolgirl crush for pushing her way into his plans. It was still an intrusion on her part, but maybe--just maybe--it was a slightly welcome one.
"Let's stop by the shed. I would like to try for myself."
Yelena could observe all the live long day, but she was hands-on type of learner. She absorbed by doing. And like she told her sister several years ago, there was so much she wanted for herself, whether it was the clothes she bought for herself (experimental as she could be in style) or the new things she wanted to try. This was her life and she was finally in charge of it. And she got to have Natasha back, who had found her own person to write the next chapter of her story with. Time to start living that life.
Besides the momentary slip of drawing his thumb across her bottom lip, Will was maintaining a rather platonic distance. Yelena watched him carefully. He was a tough one to read.