Will and Thor
A hand immediately went to his temples, pushing back at the pressure that built there at the ringing of Thor's voice over the otherwise peaceful setting. Will attempted to take a deep breath. Maybe it would not be entirely like this for as long as he could stand being there with people. He studied the man further. No, it probably would. Bucky's conception that Will was a patient man did not go deep enough to understand that it was the patience of a predator stalking prey, not one that let their nerves be stretched until they cracked. He had only agreed to the entire thing for Yelena's sake.
"This isn't a pissing contest," he finally retorted through clenched teeth. Will had given Bucky and Yelena space for their cautious interaction, paying attention to it over his fishing off to the side of the dock. The filament line stretched out into the depths of the waters beyond, a worm on the end for a less active roll in catching fish than he usually took.
Will smirked at the subtle threat Yelena chose to say in English to Bucky in their own conversation.