"What, did you think there were a dozen Black Widows all with the same name?" She doesn't turn back, looking down at the coffee pot as she pours two cups, but her tone is wry. Her gauntlets are distinctive. Her fighting style is even more so. He can't possibly have failed to pick up on what she is.

"Yes, I'm that Yelena. Which does not matter, because we have much bigger Valentina-shaped problems to deal with."