Yelena usually didn't feel shy, but as stood in front of Kate, shirt and bra off as Kate patched her up, she felt shy. It wasn't every day a pretty girl that she actually liked tended to her wounds.
"Almost done," Kate said, wanting to make Yelena feel as comfortable as possible. Kate could see the pink tinge on Yelena's face, and she knew the feeling well.
"Can I borrow a shirt for tonight?" Yelena asked, biting her bottom lip.
"Sure," Kate replied, offering her a small smile as she helped her into an oversized shirt.
"Thank you, Kate Bishop."