"He's got a point, Nat. Besides, you don't wanna know the kind of stuff I grew up eating." It's the first time Natasha's seen Steve smile in months. It's tired and it's ragged but it's there all the same. She has to wonder if her own has softened this much after everything they've been through.
It was never something she had to wonder about before but there's been no reason to school her expressions when she spends most of her time working alone in an office.
"We're supposed to be celebrating your birthday not reminding you of the goddamn Great Depression. But I'll keep that in mind next time I want to fix you a snack. Onion sandwiches maybe." She chuckles softly around her beer but outright laughs when Steve nudges her chair to tip back precariously before he lets her settle in her seat.
"If I'd dropped my grilled cheese you'd all be dead men. Anyway, I made a fruit topping to go on it. It looked a bit dry."
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on 2019-08-22 12:27 pm (UTC)It was never something she had to wonder about before but there's been no reason to school her expressions when she spends most of her time working alone in an office.
"We're supposed to be celebrating your birthday not reminding you of the goddamn Great Depression. But I'll keep that in mind next time I want to fix you a snack. Onion sandwiches maybe." She chuckles softly around her beer but outright laughs when Steve nudges her chair to tip back precariously before he lets her settle in her seat.
"If I'd dropped my grilled cheese you'd all be dead men. Anyway, I made a fruit topping to go on it. It looked a bit dry."