He seemed good here. Happy. She couldn't help but think of the potential possibilities for them together without everything else that had always gotten in their way. A smile stayed on her lips as she watched him bustle around the kitchen while setting the table.
And then he asked the question and Natasha didn't want to stall any longer. "Well, us, actually." She moved to join him by the table, her eyes locked with his. "At home, you and I couldn't ever get our timing right." She inhaled sharply. "But that didn't mean my feelings for you ever went away."