"When did you first come to terms with each other?"
Natasha tilts her head, and sighs.
"It depends on the way you look at it. I mean, we were friends, since we first met. But it wasn't me and him, it was Cap and Iron Man. I guess that relationship is exactly what we needed to start getting along."
After Natasha finishes, Steve raises his hand as he opens his mouth to add to the comment.
"If it weren't for that… Well I won't say we wouldn't have ended up where we are. I think, that's impossible. But, most likely it would have taken longer."
"It took long enough."
Steve lets out a quick laugh. And Natasha smirks in his direction.
"I think maybe the first time we were a little like we are now was, pretty early on actually. Couple months into knowing each other. Four, five, maybe?"
"Four and a half."
"Oh, look at him he knows, he remembers."
Steve whips his head around and gently smiles.
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The day was cold, and very wet. The tower was high enough to see clouds forming just a little bit above. The rain looked more like static as it fell. And the grey sky stayed opaque. Natasha walked out of the elevator into the living room, not a place she went very often, since she herself wasn't a member of the Avengers. The room was very large, and usually mostly taken up by a big semi circular sofa, that was a dark navy grey colour. To the left of all that was the kitchen, and a round breakfast table. However, recently the sofa had been replaced with a rich royal blue button back sofa. It was nice, but no one had asked her about it. Hawkeye was sitting on the sofa filling his bag and finishing off his lunch, ready to leave on a mission. And Bruce was taking it easy in a wing back chair near the window, that was also new to Natasha.
Natasha opted to leave the tower and go for a drive, nothing to fast or exciting, just a simple drive. She didn't bother to change her attire, no point she wouldn't get out. She stepped into a car, that she tried to make of random selection. But damn it if she wasn't bias towards the Audi. The roads were no more packed than any other day, but she managed to find her way around. Her mind was on idle thoughts only, until she saw Steve walking down the road going into a supermarket. She quickly pulled in, and locked the car. Inside the supermarket was just as cold outside it. She immediately regretted her decision of not bringing a coat.
He had a small basket filled with mostly greenery, onions, some pepperoni, and cheese. He was making a pizza, that was clear, but why? And did he have mushrooms? And if not, why not? Did he have something against mushrooms? She inched closer, trying to stay hidden for some reason. It wasn't exactly in conspicuous, people were giving her weird looks, and she was giving them right back. She got around half the shop before.
"Are you really going to follow me round the whole place? I'm not building a bomb Stark, Just a pizza."
Natasha stopped as Steve turned around, and she pulled off her shades.
"I just, wanted to make sure, that… You were getting the right ingredients. That's all."
"Oh, and you know how to cook do you?"
"A little bit. I had to do it a lot when I was younger. What? You accusing me of not knowing how to cook?"
"Huh. No."
