"Well, you're in luck. Pretty nice lake around here, at least that I've observed, and an awful lot of homes to choose from. Most of them could use a little bit of work, but at least you're not trying to figure out...I don't know, property taxes or a mortgage?" Property taxes had always been a little bit of an annoyance to someone who owned as many bolt-holes stashed around the world in case of emergency as Natasha had. Pain to navigate once a year and even more of a pain after they'd all gone on the run.
No reason to be fretting about that here, though. Stuff of a life was going to look different here than it did anywhere else.
It was nice, to let him hold her. It was nice to exist in a quiet moment, here with Steve. The overspill of emotions had spent itself, boiled over and cooled down. It wasn't like James's righteous anger or Tony's stunned indignation, it wasn't the way Clint had folded her into his arms or the shock in the way James had kissed her. It was just - Steve. Solid and real and reassuring, and after a moment, she finally turned her head up.
"Tony mentioned you're living together. That's a good thing, too. I think, at least."