Natasha merely shrugs when he points out that he might end up eating more because Steve is around. Which - honestly, yeah. She can see that. Steve definitely relaxes a bit more into the reality of his appetite when he's not the only super soldier scarfing down portions. For a brief moment, she wonders if she'd be able to engineer a super soldier vs. Hulk eating contest. It would be entertaining, but the amount of food they'd need to get would be staggering. When he squints at her, she maintains an innocent looking expression. It's very 'who, me? Up to something?' Nevertheless, she's pleased when he comes around, and she agrees with an easy, "guess so."
She eats the dumpling she selected one handed - somehow managing not to spill anything, as she sets the container back on the table and pops a few more open. By the time he's returned with the beers, they'll both be able to see the food that's arrayed in front of them. "Cheers," she answers with a smile as she takes the bottle from him and sets it down on the floor next to her.
Liho seems to enjoy having feline company, lounging in the sun spot that comes in through the window. As far as cats go, she's fairly self-possessed and surprisingly aware of her surroundings. Her head lifts to look at Bucky with a little mrowl? when he looks in on them. Her front legs stretch as she yawns, almost as if her body language is saying 'see? Everything's fine.'
Natasha eats a bite of the meal she ordered for herself and is evidently pleased with the flavor. There's a lot of options to graze from, but she settles with that styrofoam container for the time being. "I have to ask," she says, hiding a grin as she picks up her bottle and tips it toward him. "How are you at bottle opening?" She's never seen him flick a cap off a bottle with his metal thumb, but she's almost 100% certain that he can. And likely does.
he says it's their fault, they wanted him to have more friends lmfao
"The cats are getting along," Bucky states as he gives a gesture to where he's just come from, after having looked in on them. Maybe it wasn't strictly necessary, especially in not hearing anything from them and having a distinct feeling that Natasha might not have been afraid of anything happening between their cats but - he thought it was worth mentioning. He doesn't realize that it's also a commentary on this interaction with the redhead he is once more occupying space with. They're getting along. He knows it isn't the first time with someone he's tried to kill, but it still throws him a little each time. Even if he knows she understands what it's like.
"Depends on the bottle." He's teasing, there's a hint of it in the way his eyes crinkle as he answers before he's grabbing her bottle from her - he'll tend to his in a minute, as he tucks it under his other arm - just as she hoped he does flick the bottle cap off, maybe even putting just enough behind it so it does gain a little air, before he's making sure he grabs it and hands her bottle back to her. His follows a moment later but does so quickly so he can sit down and begin picking at some of the Pad Thai he'd chosen when she had him go through the menu first.
"Took a little for me to realize I'd never need a bottle opener again," he comments after a moment, moving the fingers of his vibranium hand as he says it as if to comment that there are other uses for his metal arm beyond what the old one's original intent might have been. But, it's also a way of painting the picture that he doesn't always think about it, even if there's no way he can ever really forget the arm he's had between the old model and the new, for several decades now.
the great news is that cats absolutely count as friends!
"I'd be more surprised if they weren't." Which honestly could be another commentary on how she and Bucky are getting along. There is a certain unspoken camaraderie between people that have been through the things they've been through. Done the things they've done. She doesn't mind when he's quiet and might even secretly enjoy when he puts on the grump show. Regardless, there aren't many people that she lets into her private space like this. It had been hard enough at first to let herself have a home at all.
Natasha watches as he flicks the cap off, and there's no disguising the delight in her expression when it arcs into the air. The low chuckle that follows makes it clear that she knows he's showing off. That she maybe even approves. She knows its a silly, childish little thing. But she also knows how much it means to be able to do things just for the hell of it. Just to make someone else smile. She takes the bottle back, tipping it towards him in silent acknowledgment before she takes a sip.
"Could probably get by without a can opener too. You could just Popeye everything," she says, referring to the way the cartoon sailor squeezes his spinach out of the can. Is it an outdated reference? Yes. Is she making it solely because she's hanging out with someone from the 40s? Also yes. "I do like the new arm, by the way. Shuri did a good job with the design." Not that she'd expect anything less from a woman that can run intellectual circles around both Bruce and Tony. Part of her suspects that he doesn't get a chance to talk about his arm often. People tend to shy away from topics like that. He might not want to talk about it now, but at least she can convey that she's not put off by the idea.
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She eats the dumpling she selected one handed - somehow managing not to spill anything, as she sets the container back on the table and pops a few more open. By the time he's returned with the beers, they'll both be able to see the food that's arrayed in front of them. "Cheers," she answers with a smile as she takes the bottle from him and sets it down on the floor next to her.
Liho seems to enjoy having feline company, lounging in the sun spot that comes in through the window. As far as cats go, she's fairly self-possessed and surprisingly aware of her surroundings. Her head lifts to look at Bucky with a little mrowl? when he looks in on them. Her front legs stretch as she yawns, almost as if her body language is saying 'see? Everything's fine.'
Natasha eats a bite of the meal she ordered for herself and is evidently pleased with the flavor. There's a lot of options to graze from, but she settles with that styrofoam container for the time being. "I have to ask," she says, hiding a grin as she picks up her bottle and tips it toward him. "How are you at bottle opening?" She's never seen him flick a cap off a bottle with his metal thumb, but she's almost 100% certain that he can. And likely does.
he says it's their fault, they wanted him to have more friends lmfao
"Depends on the bottle." He's teasing, there's a hint of it in the way his eyes crinkle as he answers before he's grabbing her bottle from her - he'll tend to his in a minute, as he tucks it under his other arm - just as she hoped he does flick the bottle cap off, maybe even putting just enough behind it so it does gain a little air, before he's making sure he grabs it and hands her bottle back to her. His follows a moment later but does so quickly so he can sit down and begin picking at some of the Pad Thai he'd chosen when she had him go through the menu first.
"Took a little for me to realize I'd never need a bottle opener again," he comments after a moment, moving the fingers of his vibranium hand as he says it as if to comment that there are other uses for his metal arm beyond what the old one's original intent might have been. But, it's also a way of painting the picture that he doesn't always think about it, even if there's no way he can ever really forget the arm he's had between the old model and the new, for several decades now.
the great news is that cats absolutely count as friends!
Natasha watches as he flicks the cap off, and there's no disguising the delight in her expression when it arcs into the air. The low chuckle that follows makes it clear that she knows he's showing off. That she maybe even approves. She knows its a silly, childish little thing. But she also knows how much it means to be able to do things just for the hell of it. Just to make someone else smile. She takes the bottle back, tipping it towards him in silent acknowledgment before she takes a sip.
"Could probably get by without a can opener too. You could just Popeye everything," she says, referring to the way the cartoon sailor squeezes his spinach out of the can. Is it an outdated reference? Yes. Is she making it solely because she's hanging out with someone from the 40s? Also yes. "I do like the new arm, by the way. Shuri did a good job with the design." Not that she'd expect anything less from a woman that can run intellectual circles around both Bruce and Tony. Part of her suspects that he doesn't get a chance to talk about his arm often. People tend to shy away from topics like that. He might not want to talk about it now, but at least she can convey that she's not put off by the idea.