"Roast beans. Grind beans. Filter through hot water. Serve. Enjoy." A sleepy chuckle rumbled almost like a purr from her before she groaned into a full body stretch.
"Mmhmm." She finally peered her eyes open as she rolled onto her back. "You? Tea good." If someone had told her she'd be in this position and with who she'd have punched them dead in the face before laughing herself sick. Yet, here she was. Part of her was relieved that if it had to be any of the Avengers it wasn't Stark or Clint. The idea of anyone being in this position with Rogers was just laughable.