"The last time I made them, we were still working on freeing the rest of the Widows," Yelena says, expression going ever so slightly distant. "A treat for the little ones, so they wouldn't go stir-crazy stuck in the safehouse."

She snaps back into focus, and shrugs slightly. "But it hasn't really been that long, with the Blip, and I know the recipe like the back of my hand."