Will and Yelena
Will was not having fun. It didn't take someone extensively trained in spycraft to notice that. Yelena might have predicted this outcome, but she had been eager to spend some quality time before the thank you dinner they opted to postpone. Now she was worried about being selfish.
And yet selfishly still, she couldn't help but want Will to stay. She was even getting along well with Bucky, silently grateful for the opportunity to suss out for herself that no, he truly was no longer The Winter Soldier anymore. If Will left now, so would Bucky.
"Пожалуйста, составьте компанию богу грома," Yelena said quickly to Bucky before hopping up and going to Will's side, purposely sidling in between him and Thor. She could sense danger brewing there.
Yelena slipped her hand into Will's, letting her fingernails drag across his palm, though the gesture would have looked accidental to onlookers. This seemed better than grabbing him by the wrist or enclosing both her hands around his to urge him to stay.
"Time for lessons?" Not the kind they had last time, though the curve of her lips and the glint in hazel green eyes were coy enough to be suggestive. "Ten feet is not a lot of distance, but we can stretch that to the maximum." She would make herself the excuse. "I don't wish to be laughed at by those who are better at it than me before I have a chance to brush up on my skills."