WHO: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanoff WHAT: Talking, building a crib for Pepper WHEN: Sunday afternoon WARNINGS: TBD! Will update if that changes STATUS: Closed } Incomplete
Steve was glad that he could build Pepper a crib for her baby. He hadn't yet met the father of her child, but he was sure they'd get along just fine if Pepper was sweet on him. She'd been a big help in getting his head on straight about Peggy, and he was more than willing to see where things went with them, but the purpose of the island was to have as many children as made sense. They were repopulating the island, after all. At the very least, he knew he wanted to have that dance with Peggy and maybe it was okay that there was a part of him that wanted to dance with Natasha, too. She'd come to mean a lot to Steve in the short time they'd known each other.
"Thanks for helping me out with this, Nat," he said, giving her an easy grin. She really was one of his favorite people on the island. "So, you catch the recent arrivals?" Steve was pretty sure she'd caught both Darcy Lewis and Agent Coulson's arrival and he wanted to make sure she was okay. It seemed a lot like maybe he didn't die on the helicarrier and that was the kind of betrayal that made Steve's blood boil. He wasn't mad at Coulson exactly, because it was probably a decision that was made at the highest level. Which meant his anger was directed at Nick Fury more than likely. Regardless, he knew Natasha well enough to know that Coulson had meant a lot to her so he was concerned.
"You doing okay?" He didn't bother hiding or masking his concern in any way because this was Natasha. Steve knew he didn't have to hide anything from her. He honestly didn't want to.