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The morning after her delightful day with Steve, Milana wakes up feeling surprisingly positive and refreshed. It's Sunday, a free day, meaning no training sessions. She stretches and smiles, recalling the moments she shared with Steve and the places they explored together in Brooklyn.

She spends the morning making some Čobanac, a Sokovian stew that her mother always used to make on Sundays. With the support from the Avengers and Steve, Milana no longer becomes extremely emotional whenever she thinks of her deceased family and is able to do stuff like this that reminds her of them without breaking into tears. 

As she makes her way to the main room, she notices Tony Stark arriving at the compound, looking a bit more antsy than usual. 

"Are you sure everything's good here?" The billionaire asks, playing with his fingers. "You don't need help with training or anything?"

"For the millionth time Tony, we're good here." Natasha assures him. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" Tony scoffs. "I'm always okay. I'm great- fabulous even! Yeah, I was just maybe thinking you guys would've burned the place down without me."

Rhodey chuckles. "I think you're perfectly capable with doing that on your own, Tony."

Not appreciating the comment, Tony rolls his eyes and flops down on a seat. "So, just to be clear, you don't need my help? I can't do anything? Maybe crash here for a few nights?"

"Dude, you own the building." Sam munches on some chips. "If you wanted to stay the night, just do it."

"Right, I forgot about that." Tony exhales, forgetting just how rich he is. "Okay good. I wasn't really all that eager to help you with anything anyway."

"Yep, there he is." Steve laughs. "Why do you need to crash here though? Something going on at your mansion?"

The billionaire scratches his beard. "Yeah, just um...maintenance. We're renovating, me and Pepper."

Tony assures the team that everything is good, but Milana's curiosity is piqued. Unable to resist, she gently peeks into Tony's head to see what's troubling him, knowing that it's more than just renovation on his home that's on his mind. 

A wave of sympathy washes over the Maximoff girl when she sees that Tony and Pepper had a falling out over the whole battle of Sokovia, leading the two of them to go on a break. Although she isn't the fondest of the billionaire, she isn't a total monster. 

"Why don't you try some Čobanac?" She suggests, and Tony looks at her quizzically, not used to her or Wanda speaking to him. 

"Try some what now?" He asks, furrowing his brows.

"Čobanac." The girl repeats. "It's Sokovian comfort food, you'll thank me for it later."

Tony scoffs. "And why would I need comfort food? I don't need to be comforted. I'm great, fabulous."

"You do know I can read minds, right?" Milana lowers her voice and Tony sighs, realising that Milana knows exactly what's going on with him. "Just try it, you'll feel better in no time."

"How do I know you're not trying to poison me?" Tony asks, raising an eyebrow at the stew. "I think we all know you're not my biggest fan. 

"Stop being so paranoid, Stark." Wanda rolls her eyes.

"Exactly." Natasha chuckles. "Believe me, if Milana wanted to kill you, you'd be dead."

 Tony seems reluctant to try the food, so Milana impatiently shoves a spoonful into his mouth to get him to eat already. His eyes widen with surprise and delight as he tastes it.

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