Yelena & Bucky
Exactly how different they were from the people they were then was exactly what Yelena wanted to discover for herself. For Steve to trust him again, for Natasha to, was telling. But Yelena liked to be able to decide for herself. Especially when she could still vividly remember the cold pressure of that metal arm around her neck as she had to practice throwing a larger, stronger opponent.
But so far, this version of the man seemed very different from what she remembered. The Winter Soldier never spoke. He was as cold as his metal arm. Mute. Ruthless. He definitely didn't joke around about dog snacks.
"Может быть. Она очень хорошо разбирается в характерах." She, too, waited until the others had first pick of things before reaching in to cut up some peach slices and make herself a little finger sandwich of peach, prosciutto, and cheese. "And of course you can. I brought them for you." And herself, but mostly for him. She hesitated a beat before explaining herself. "When I researched you after my sestra brought down the Red Room, I knew from your last known place of residence what some of your habits were. Bucharest. The fruit sellers at the farmers market knew you well. They said you would go there to buy plums everyday."