Steve was no fool, he knew what a woman looked like undressed, he'd seen pictures. But at least Natasha was kind of dressed, dressed in what she'd been dressed in when she was small. But also? It was Natasha and maybe it was slightly less mortifying because of that. Or more so, he hadn't decided yet. "Morning," he replied as he looked up, a little pink around the edges because he'd had his hand on that midriff a moment ago.
He laughed as he looked down at her. "Always that something," Steve said with a snort. Because he'd been silly as heck and she'd been sweet to indulge him. While some things were complicated, Natasha never was and he reached out to hold her hand, lifting it to kiss the back of it.
"Looks like this would have been our life if we'd known each other when we were kids huh?" Steve joked. "Coupla kids, you my 1940's housewife, I can see it all now."