From the Multiverse with Mild Annoyance

Operation Kate Human Bait Bishop

*New Asgard*

Yelena was exuding a level of patience that could only be described as saintly. She somehow managed to keep all of her snide comments inside with only a few silent check ins from Barton. The Widow wasn't sure which was worse: working so closely with Barton or whatever this was turning into. Yelena followed behind as that big dumb rock and Korg took them on a very long and detailed tour of every possible area of New Asgard. It was already late when they landed and she just wanted to get to the next part of the rescue. "Ahh here we are," Thor stopped them outside of a small cottage.

"Where are we?"

"Your residence for as long as you are here, Little Natasha."

Clint let out a sigh before turning to look at Yelena, "not now."

Yelena wanted to punch the space god. It was beyond late now and he expected her to stay here? "I thought we would be leaving. Vormir? Or did you forget during that very long and boring tour of your commune?"

"Commune?" Thor gave her a look, "what is that?"

"It means a very lovely close knit city," Barton spoke for her which she hated. "Yelena has a point though. This is really a time-sensitive mission."

"Well you see," Korg interjected, "the goats are sleeping."

"Exactly so unless the two of you want to hang off of me while we travel by Stormbreaker..."

"I do not wish to do that," Yelena was immediately put off by the idea of touching this man. She just hoped his one brain cell worked hard enough to get them to Vormir. "Goats?" She saw both of their stupid faces light up at the question, "never mind. I retract my question."

"So," Thor pointed at the cottage again, "go in there and sleep. We will meet in the morning to talk about transport."

"Right," Clint knew pressing the issue would just lead to an unnecessary fight between Yelena and a literal god. He touched Yelena's shoulder and she gave him a look which had him immediately removing the offending appendage, "talk to you in the morning. We want to roll out tomorrow as soon as possible."

Yelena mumbled in Russian so the idiots couldn't hear her, leaving Clint outside with them, "this is so stupid." She walked straight over to the liquor bottles, "we come all this way for a sleepover."

She heard the door click shut, "I know this isn't ideal."

"Ideal? This is absolutely the shittiest thing I've ever had to do and I've killed many people, Barton. What the fuck do some goats got to do with this and why can't we leave now? The longer we wait the more likelihood of Kate getting herself killed. I do not have time to wait around for these idiots to catch up."

Clint noticed that Yelena had poured him a glass of whiskey and tried his hardest to bite back his smile, "we sleep, tell him everything we know in the morning and get to Vormir."

"This is only option?"

"Unless you know how to control space goats," he laughed at Yelena's disgusted face. "Yeah, that was a weird sentence." Clint watched her throw back her whiskey and pour another glass, "you okay?"

"Do you really care?" She shook her head, "I'm fine. I do not want to sit around when Kate is most likely in trouble."

"I know we got off to a rocky start when you were trying to kill me but believe it or not, I do care for you Yelena," Clint stood with his glass. "I'm going to go update Laura. If you need me I'll be outside. Try to get some sleep."

"Whatever," she mumbled to herself, finishing her second glass and feeling it already. "Such a lightweight, Belova." In her own defense, she wasn't used to drinking whiskey. She went to the kitchen and found a bag of chips that she took as her own as she walked around the small house. She would admit that it was pretty nice in here. "There's no way the space idiot furnished this house," she tossed the bag of chips onto the bed she claimed for herself along with her bag and made her way to the bathroom. The first thing she did was open the medicine cabinet above the sink. Yelena found herself chuckling, "well what do you know?" She pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen, "I guess I was wrong. I will have to tell Natasha about this." She pulled out her phone after placing the bottle of pills back in the cabinet with the label facing out. She snapped a couple of pictures laughing at the thought of Natasha's stupid face when she showed them to her. "If I do not kill her first."
*
Shrill screaming woke the blonde from a restless night of sleep. Sure, the bed was comfortable and the whiskey helped but she did not like sleeping so far from home in an unfamiliar location. Yelena wasn't good at sleeping as it was and the thought of her fiance being in danger killed her. She got up, still in her travel clothes and made her way into the hall, "Barton, stop screaming or I'll give you something to scream about."