It's late afternoon when Yelena lopes into the training gym, towel slung over one shoulder and water bottle dangling from two fingers. She pauses when she spies Winter, head canting slightly to one side. This is outside of his normal routine - and while that isn't unheard of, the ferocity with which he's attacking a punching bag makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up with the certainty that something is amiss.

"Winter?" she says, rocking back into motion, and circling around to the side so she doesn't come up in a blind spot. "Did something happen?"