It's okay if you step on my toes. I know you're a little rusty, grandpa.

[ while his smile is apologetic, the one she offers is hopeful. yelena rather enjoys this inconsistent dynamic they've got going on. it's exhilarating in a way she can't quite explain, and it makes her heart race heaps quicker than it usually does on missions.

she's wiping down her glass with a washcloth she picked off from the refrigerator door (how long it's been there, she has no idea and she doesn't care).

she wishes she was the type to kiss people she liked goodbye, but she isn't. instead she runs her fingers along the fabric of the apron in a fleeting manner as she walks past it and past bucky, until she is at his balcony door — yes, she will keep avoiding the front door for as long as she can — and slipping back into her boots. ]

Thank you for the drink and for not shooting your friendly neighbourhood apron thief— Good night, James.