"He did make a really corny joke about being a lightweight." She really can't emphasize enough how groan worthy it had been. Her expression is fond and amused as she recalls it. Steve and Bucky's friendship is rooted in something the rest of them will never be able to experience, but she hopes there's some comfort in knowing the team is universally both fond and protective of Steve. When he cautions her that she can't have her phone when he tries the mead, she makes a show of crossing her heart. He can even confiscate her phone. He's left a wide enough loop hole for a security camera. She might playfully joke about revealing his drunken secrets, but she wouldn't really blackmail him with something like this. "I'll text Val once we've got the movie going."
Natasha watches as Liho shifts position, leaning up to touch her nose briefly to Alpine's in a friendly little feline greeting. It's brief but almost unbearably cute. If she could tell her younger self that she'd be here one day, doing exactly like this, she never would have believed it. She shifts her gaze back to Bucky with a smile. "Well, now you know to trust my taste. I'm glad you like it."
"Ian Fleming wrote the books," she agrees. There's a pause before she adds on, "I believe he was a contemporary of Peggy Carter's while she was working with the SOE." She wasn't entirely sure if that would be a sore spot for him, but she figures that sort of information is better out in the front rather than lurking somewhere in the dark to surprise him. "I have a couple of the books. You can borrow them if you want." With a tip of her head, she indicates he can follow her into the living room. She leads the way there, glass in hand. "Sit anywhere you're comfortable," she offers as she grabs the remote from the coffee table and settles in, curled up on one end of the couch. There's not a lot of options - really just the other side of the couch, the arm chair, or the plush rug in front front of the couch. But she has a strong suspicion that he might be inclined to sit somewhere stiffly if she doesn't make it clear she wants him to feel comfortable.
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Natasha watches as Liho shifts position, leaning up to touch her nose briefly to Alpine's in a friendly little feline greeting. It's brief but almost unbearably cute. If she could tell her younger self that she'd be here one day, doing exactly like this, she never would have believed it. She shifts her gaze back to Bucky with a smile. "Well, now you know to trust my taste. I'm glad you like it."
"Ian Fleming wrote the books," she agrees. There's a pause before she adds on, "I believe he was a contemporary of Peggy Carter's while she was working with the SOE." She wasn't entirely sure if that would be a sore spot for him, but she figures that sort of information is better out in the front rather than lurking somewhere in the dark to surprise him. "I have a couple of the books. You can borrow them if you want." With a tip of her head, she indicates he can follow her into the living room. She leads the way there, glass in hand. "Sit anywhere you're comfortable," she offers as she grabs the remote from the coffee table and settles in, curled up on one end of the couch. There's not a lot of options - really just the other side of the couch, the arm chair, or the plush rug in front front of the couch. But she has a strong suspicion that he might be inclined to sit somewhere stiffly if she doesn't make it clear she wants him to feel comfortable.