Re: Will and Yelena
The scrape of her nails across his palm focused his attention where she wanted it. His gaze raising momentarily to match hers, darkness sitting close to the surface. It was not the murder look Bucky had seen previously but a discomfort that drew him into the dark places of his mind. Places where murders happened on repeat for every killer he ever got into the mind of. His jaw jutting back and forth subtly before he could answer.
"I don't think this is a good time for this," he whispered low to her. The space between them well within his personal bubble- that she somehow could go in and out of without a care. Will did not care if Thor or Bucky overheard, but the conversation was between him and Yelena. "I'm not-" He stopped himself closing his mouth purposefully.
His eyes lowered to their hands. "Ten feet might not be long enough for safe fishing protocols, since everyone is looking to fish."