Will and Yelena
Will was about to leave. He had decided such even before Thor spoke. Fishing could wait or he could go back to his hotel room and escape to the river in his mind where nothing could bother him. No hotel. No worlds spiralling out into the aether. The only bond he had was with someone who had left him bleeding out on a kitchen floor. While he wanted to see Yelena and teach her to fish as he had been doing with others close to him, it was not a group activity. He hated group activities.
Brows furrowed in agitation, Will started toward the entrance of the dock. Bucky would follow one way or another. He had no choice in the matter. Yelena would have to understand. Even the 'family' dinner might be a poor idea if the current situation was any glimpse to the future.