The Blip Bae

Girl Talk

After dinner was cleaned up and room assignments made, Zoe and Nat were trying to stifle their giggles as they sat on her bed. Nat was a little tipsy and uncharacteristically loose-lipped as they were talking about their respective love lives, or lack thereof, in Zoe's case.

"You mean he actually thought you were still interested after he said that?!" Nat was laughing so hard she was crying. "Was he a serial killer? Who asks a woman, on a first date, if she wants to be buried or cremated? What the hell is wrong with men?"

"How much time you got?" Zoe rolled her eyes and laughed. "How about you? Was Sam onto something? You making new friends on the run?"

"God no! Does he not understand being on the run?" Nat laughed harder. "It's like he was trying to get us caught there a few times, just for a little tail..."

"Aw, leave the guy alone." Zoe nudged her with her shoulder. "He knows he doesn't have a prayer with you, so he's trying to find Mrs. Right Now...maybe Rogers could learn a thing or two." Zoe snickered. "Did he really date the niece of his sort-of ex? Who does that?!"

"I think she was her grand-niece, if that makes it better." Nat smirked. "She was S.H.I.E.L.D. before it fell, basic and harmless...he finally got his dick wet, so there's that..."

"Oh hell no!" Zoe laughed hysterically. "He lost his virginity to the grand-niece of his first love?! No fucking way! That's some seriously fucked up Greek tragedy shit right there!"

"I know, right?" Nat agreed. "Maybe if she didn't turn out to be such a boring, half-assed substitute for the real bad ass Peggy Carter, it might have worked out...but it does mean that he's single and actually had some practice, so the pressure's off to break him in..." Nat wiggled her eyebrows. "Though it's definitely gonna take a bit more work to undo all the lame shit he learned from her..."

"Oh really? And how might you know that, my dear?" Zoe raised an eyebrow. "You take him for a test drive?"

"Maybe, but if I tell you I'd have to kill you." Nat quipped and cracked up again.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!?" Zoe grabbed her arm and shook her. "Tell. Me. Everything!"

"I mean, we're consenting adults, getting bored on the run, Sam's out for a jog or something..." Nat feigned innocence. "It was bound to happen sooner or later..."

"How? When? Why are you not in his room right fucking now?" Zoe fired off. "Oh my god, does Sam know?!"

"Absolutely not, and you can't tell him." Nat got serious for a second. "It just sort of happened, years of smoldering chemistry and whatever, but Sam can never know, okay? It would throw off the dynamic. Things would get messy. And when things get messy, people get careless. Mistakes get made, then we're really fucked."

"Of course..." Zoe nodded solemnly. "But you have to tell me fucking EVERYTHING!"

"Which part?" Nat batted her eyes. "A lady never tells..."

"And when I find one, I won't ask her!" Zoe whacked Nat in the arm playfully. "Come on, Romanoff, you and Steve? Even if he still has a lot to learn...holy fuck, that body! Please tell me you showed him how to use it!"

"In ways he didn't even know were possible..." Nat smirked evilly.

The next morning, Zoe was making Sam his favorite blueberry chocolate chip pancakes trying not to wake the others. She figured they probably hadn't had a decent night's rest in a while and wanted to let them sleep. Then again, from what Nat told her, she and Steve didn't get much sleep for other reasons...she tried not to chuckle to herself at the thought.

Steve quietly came downstairs and tried not to startle her. He cleared his throat to let her know he was there.

"Good morning, Steven, coffee's in the pot, food's in process. Help yourself to anything in the house." Zoe tried not to smirk. "Sleep well?"