[ Yelena is just finishing up her own street-food, perched on a street-side curb — with extra hot-sauce, of course, thank you very much — when she makes her rather unnecessary commentary in Clint's direction. Has she been watching him hobble around past a series of booths, desperately looking for whatever it is he's looking for?
Maybe.
Was she ever going to step in and help?
She's still thinking about it. Look, things are still a bit weird after she'd left him on the ice rink at the Rockefeller.
She gets to her feet and crumples up the wrapper of her now finished hot dog. ]
metastravaganza — ;
[ Yelena is just finishing up her own street-food, perched on a street-side curb — with extra hot-sauce, of course, thank you very much — when she makes her rather unnecessary commentary in Clint's direction. Has she been watching him hobble around past a series of booths, desperately looking for whatever it is he's looking for?
Maybe.
Was she ever going to step in and help?
She's still thinking about it. Look, things are still a bit weird after she'd left him on the ice rink at the Rockefeller.
She gets to her feet and crumples up the wrapper of her now finished hot dog. ]
The food might help.