Yelena & Bucky
He squirmed a little. So she'd definitely taken a good look around. He remembered that day that Steve had shown up, all suited up and ready for a fight. Because that's how it always ended in those days. It wasn't the first time HYDRA or SHIELD or someone had tried to collect him. He would try to run. They would always send bullets, rockets, fire and whatever else at him to break him enough to catch him. If it hadn't been for Steve being there, he would have been able to run off. Or so he liked to think.
"You've got a sharp eye like your sister. That's a compliment, by the way. Nat's a good friend. I like her." Not like he deserved her. "You missed quite the party when all those suits came a-knockin'. Had to jump out of a window onto the building over. Next time maybe I'll just call Strange and have him portal my ass somewhere safe."
Bucky wouldn't mind being a buffer for Will in any circumstance. If making Will comfortable meant avoiding people for a little while, he was okay with that too. Bucky wasn't a social animal. Not anymore. Even back then, before the war and the nightmares, he'd had to force himself into social interactions with people. Practice made it easier, sure, but that didn't mean that he always enjoyed it. He was much more comfortable sitting in Steve's room, laying around while the blonde lost himself in a sketch. It was the same sometimes with Will who enjoyed silence more than he enjoyed people. The two of them could get along just fine, standing along the water and fishing and not saying a damn word for hours.
His gaze flickered to the other brunette and blonde. Poor Will looked overwhelmed. Thor, the lovable puppy, didn't seem to notice. "I think one of us might have to rescue him. Are you up for this mission?"