"Can't say I'm too surprised you'd live off take-out. When I was cooking in the kitchen you looked like I was practicing some voodoo witchcraft," she teased, reaching over to grab a piece of chicken sitting in front of him and popping it into her mouth.
She was quiet as she chewed her food, thinking. There she was again: Natasha. Her thoughts wandered back to when she first met the woman. She was downright intimidating, but she seemed to be a good person. A bit cold and aloof... though not with Bucky. Not for that one moment when she touched his hand and comforted him.
L.L. looked down at the lo mein in front of her, spinning a chopstick around in it idly. "You and James' mom - Natasha - you're pretty close, huh?"