Will and Thor
Leaning against the rail of the dock, Will had readied the fishing equipment before Yelena and Thor arrived. This was not what he had wanted from fishing lessons. Unless he was working, more than two people was anything but calming. More than just him was too much most days. Bucky was... a unique case... as long as he didn't try to convince himself that Will could be fixed, Will was okay being attached to the man. Yelena was special too.
Wearing jeans, his typical buttondown and boots, Will was not dressed in the manner he typically would be for fishing, but his typical fishing location was not off some dock in a rather calm lake. He preferred the raging streams with salmon.
When Yelena walked up with a basket of treats for even the dogs, a smile ticked at the corner of his mouth, only for it to fall when he saw Thor. There was something about the man that automatically irritated Will's senses. His ability to step into people's minds was unnecessary in Thor's presence. Everything about him felt loud. Blue eyes studied the man quietly.