[ She lets herself be dragged, stomping hard on the instinct to break the hold on her wrist and fight back. There's no threat here, not tonight... not unless she says and does precisely the wrong things.

So she gets pulled inside the apartment and bounces against the bed as Yelena cracks the bottle and takes a deep swig. Hey, she won't judge; she's been there and back again, more than once.

When Yelena holds the bottle out to her, Sharon accepts it and takes a swallow of her own, deep enough to go toe to toe with any distraught Russian. ]

So.

[ She holds it back out to the other woman, inviting. ]

My name's Sharon Carter. I'm not an Avenger, but I've worked with them plenty. And my Natasha and I have been on other teams together, worked together.

[ Her smile is small and wry and crooked, but warm. ]

Same with the Yelena I know, but not so often.