He smiles at the teasing, amused at the ability to imagine just what Steve looks like by Natasha’s description. He’s seen photos of his Captain America suit in the papers, it’s different then the old one but looks good too. He gets up to go take a look at his had and runs a hand over it with a nod in the mirror. It’s nice to get it out of his face, feels good.

He leaves the bathroom and comes back to Natasha pulling her up to stand and into his arms. “You know this is gonna be the end game right, me and you? It’ll just take time, but I know you’re my girl,” he tells her all soft and charming. It’s all so different sounding in English too, like a new promise.

“We should send a photo of us to Steve later, I want him to see what a hot red head I landed.”