Okay so as promised this is a bit more fluffy. I'm trying to add some little details into their characters. But I not just movign on into friendship. They have a bit more to work out. So stay tuned.
Also thanks to Slr689 on wattpad for the question!
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"So we have a fan question here. Slr689 asks, What is one thing about the other that REALLY bugs the other person?"
Steve and Natasha both speak up at the same time, creating a strange fumble of words.
"I think I know what he's gonna say. It's always the same thing."
"Oh you do?"
"Yeah, I do."
Steve raises his eyebrows.
"Go for it then."
"He's going to say I always have to fix everything, and that I can't let tech rest."
Steve tilts his head to the side.
"I knew it. It's always the same. He always says the same thing. Always."
"Well it is true Natasha. She just, can't let it go. She always has a tablet in her hands, has to have the TV on in the background all the time. Even when watching a movie, she has to fix the aspect ratio, if it's not perfect. She has to get up and start fiddling."
"Well what's the point of having a cinema room, if the it's not at the right aspect ratio. and I keep the tablet with me because I like to know what's going on, and I can't concentrate in silence, so I put the TV on."
Steve shakes his head, and smiles.
"You know what bugs me?"
Steve turns his head, and smiles.
"He won't eat cake. He just won't."
Nancy and Steve both look bewildered. Natasha shrugs and continues.
"He won't, he just won't. It's really annoying. He doesn't like desert in general. He eats sweets, but he won't eat and baked goods. It's very annoying."
Steve starts to snicker, and soon Natasha joins in.
Steve opened his eyes and looked over to the antique clock sitting on the table next to the TV. It said six, exactly. Steve smiled. He always managed to wake up the same time almost every day if he forgot to set his alarm. Steve threw off his blanket and stretched his arms upwards and yawned. He considered briefly going for a run, grabbing a smoothie, something small as he passed the fridge. He stopped abruptly, as his mind caught up. He remember Natasha. He rushed over silently to the door of his room and peered in. He caught a glimpse of Natasha laid out on the bed. Only one pillow remained on the bed, all other had fallen on the floor. The covers joined the pillows on the floor, and Natasha covered her self only in a the white throw Steve kept at the bottom of the bed.
She had pulled it up around her neck, but left the majority of her legs uncovered, and stretched out every limb as far as they could go. Her mouth was opened ever so slightly. Steve could tell she was in a deep sleep. He smiled and moved back to the fridge. He opened the door and peered inside. Normally Steve would have grabbed something small and gone down stairs to exercise, and then at ten he'd start the meeting. He decided he would skip today. He grabbed a large packet of strawberries, laid them out, and chopped them up, and paired them with a dollop of cream cheese.
