"Kate Bishop, I'm home," Yelena sung out as she climbed in through the window.
"You have a key to the front door, why don't you use it?" Kate questioned, greeting Yelena with a gentle kiss.
"Because, I was being followed by one of those tracksuit mafia and I didn't want to lead them to our new home. I would have taken him out but you painted my nails last night and they are pretty," Yelena replied, looking at the black nail polish.
"You are adorable. Come on, I need to tell you a story, you won't believe what Clint did."
