Yelena watches with interest beneath a haughty expression, betraying her thoughts only once – Ross says Carter and she slides a glance to Natasha, who nods minutely.

So that is the mission. She keeps her eyes on Ross as her thoughts spin. Dead is dead... except for Yasha. For Antonia Dreykov. And now, perhaps, except for Sharon Carter, too.

Ross gives them all a disbelieving look and shakes his head as he goes off to join King T'Challa, and once they've moved to a reasonable distance, Yelena meets Natasha's glance once again before moving to plant herself before Yasha, taking in his long hair, the day's worth of stubble on his jaw, the new body armor, the gleaming arm. She sniffs, affecting a blasé expression.

"I like the new arm," she pronounces, then jerks her head over her shoulder at Captain America, who has the faintly stunned look of someone who expected to be in the middle of a fight right now but isn't. "So that's him?"

She turns to the Captain and purses her lips as she rakes a glance over him. "Alexei says 'hi,'" she tells him. "Even though I told him you were a different Captain America. He thinks he fought you in the eighties."