She nearly spilled some more water upon hearing him.

“Bob!” She huffed out a little. “You can’t scare me like that. . . But yes, pancakes. Do you want some?”

He could do it, but she’s not responsible for his injuries. . . So he best weigh those pros and cons well.

“I’m sure it does speedy.” She rolled her eyes.

+ that out-loud.

“I was not! I didn’t want you to die, idiot.” She huffed and then stuck out her tongue at him.

She can deeply recall that memory — of course, she laughed but then made sure he was alright. She didn’t need him dying on her. That was the last thing she needed or wanted.

Yelena (surprisingly) grew fond of Pietro. That much had become clear. Even if she wouldn’t always admit to +

+ slushie and the straw to her lips. Taking a sip and then placing it back into the cup holder.

Yelena grinned the second his hair was fixed. ❝ There you go. All better. ❞

She got more comfortable in her seat and then let her gaze land on him again. ❝ Remember — eat that slow. ❞

She didn’t need to try and whack him on the back hard enough cause he opted to choke on his food. Bringing her +

Just know, if he licked her palm, she will tackle him to the ground.

❝ Can you now? ❞

She made a noise and then her palm was against his cheek and pushing him away.

❝ I did no such thing. ❞ She huffed.

Whistles innocently and then waves at him. She didn’t throw that at all, she has no idea where it came from.