We moved to Brooklyn, Steve's dream. Luckily we found a beautiful brownstone home, 6 rooms, 5 bathrooms, a breathtaking backyard. The Miami home will be our summer home.
Natalie pranced around the new home and me and Steve went in and out, carrying boxes, setting them high and low. My back was killing me, god. Im too young to have my back killing me.
"Hey Wanda! We just made it home, I just wanted to call you. Call me back whenever okay? Love you." I hung up the phone as I dropped the last box onto the table.
"Thats the last of it." Steve claps his hands, now his hands on his hips. The house was a mess now, covering in boxes, papers, and furniture. "Wheres Nat?" We turned around, looking.
"Nat!" We called out for her. We checked the place.
"Natalie!" My heart was beating like crazy! She's a very tiny girl, she has to be somewhere!
"Yes?" She pops her head out from the boxes. This little girl is going to have me killed one day.
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"Get over here!" The heart attack was over, Steve runs after her and catches her. I chuckled and started putting away some stuff. I started off with the living room, setting up the frames on the table, organizing Steve's books.
"Mom!" Natalie hides behind my legs. Steve throws his hair back, already tired of running. That's a shocker. Thought he would last longer. "Can we fix my room?"
"Lets go, i have to build her bed anyways." We all went to her room. Steve started building as I read off the instructions to him. Nat was fixing her stuff animal shelf, singing along to whatever she likes to listen nowadays. I don't know what kids listen today, what do they listen to? I used to listen to Halsey and some ACDC back in my day.
"Steve, its not supposed to go that way." He was trying so hard to put this stupid bed together. Steve hates building things, he just doesn't have the patience for it.
"Yes it does! It fits!" He drops the wood. Nat and I looked at each other. It's time to go.
"Hey Nat, how about we leave daddy and we find more stuff huh?" I reached my hand out and she came to me and took it. "Don't break anything." Nat and I headed down to the living room started looking through boxes.
"When can we see aunt Wanda?"
"I can give her a call again." It was weird, Wanda hasn't called me at all. Its been almost 3 weeks. The last time i talked to her was when she came by the house in Miami. Im worried, ever since Vision died and she came back, she was broken. I tried being there for her but she just shut down. Which I understood, she lost everything and everyone she loved.
"Stupid bed!" Steve yelled out.
"He's a super solider and can't put a bed together." Nat smirks as she helped me hang up some stuff on the shelves.
