It's honestly all a little bit parallel to their cats getting to know each other. A bit of cautious exploration, sharing a few things they both enjoy. Slowly circling closer to see exactly how well they could get along if they let themselves. Which will be the tricky part. Sometimes it's easier to hold back, to hold things in. They both spend enough time jumping out of planes that it can be challenging to take the same leap emotionally.

"All I'm taking away from this is that I'm more delightful than Steve Rogers." Her answer comes languidly, playfully, a hint of a smirk on her lips as she says it. It's abundantly clear that she knows that's not what he means, and that she's going to run with it anyway. "And I have great news for you. There's a ton of quippy back and forth dialogue. I might even do voices for you if you pick a good scene."

No pressure, Bucky.

She lapses into a companionable silence as the movie picks up, content to be laying on the couch with him on the floor nearby. Her phone buzzes and she lifts it to look at the screen, then sits up. "Food's here. I'll be right back." She slips off the couch to his right and moves across the living room, opening the front door so she can pick up the bag of food from the doorstep. There's an amused look on her face when she returns. The bag is bursting with containers. "Okay, I might have over done it with the sides."