[ yelena watches him look down at their linked hands; she can't quite place his expression, but it seems akin to fascination. or relief. like finding something you've been digging days for and you don't know what to do with it, but — ]

I don't know yet. I will let you know when you teach me how to.

[ her features soften when she feels the pad of his thumb brushing over her wrist; she forgets how small her hands are, but they especially tiny in his. ]

This — [ she gives his hand a gentle squeeze to show him what she's talking about. ] — is a good arm. You will use it. For dancing. Or slinging me across the room when we finally do the Lindy Hop. Or is that the Jive? Anyway, the one that involves throwing me. Just make sure I don't do Natasha's silly hero pose when I land back on my feet.