"What is behind your back?" Yelena tries to sneakily lean to the side and peer around her shoulder, but Kate’s quick—a little quicker than a Black Widow, which deserves a pat on the back and maybe a trophy at another time—and successfully sways in the other direction.

"Nothing!" Kate squeaks and awkwardly and very poorly chuckles like everything is normal and her heart isn’t pounding so hard it will tear itself out of her chest and leap into the fold of Yelena’s crossed arms. "Nothing at all! Everything is completely normal."

While Yelena regards her with an incredulous furrow of her brow, Kate considers her chances of being able to slip by the only fast assassin she knows. Jerkily and unromantically, she thrusts a bouquet of red roses into Yelena’s chest. "These are for—"

Yelena’s lips press against hers; Kate forgets the flowers crushed between them.