Steve "Fight Me" Rogers (_onyourleft_) wrote in timerift_log, @ 2022-03-06 13:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | mcu: natasha romanoff, mcu: steve rogers |
Who: Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers
What: Kitchen happenings
When: Morning
Where: Their unit
It wasn't that he minded sharing a living space with three other people. Hell, it was hardly a new concept to him at this point. It was just that things felt so tense with Bucky, and he had no idea what to do about it. It was clear his friend wanted, expected, some kind of distance. And Steve was doing his damnedest to respect that. It wasn't easy, though. All he wanted to do was confront him until he explained what had gone so wrong. He had his theories, they just didn't sit all that well with him.
So it was compartmentalising, then. He could do that. He'd become something of an expert at that, in recent years.
He'd got up fairly early for a run, finding a new route to take down winding streets. That time of morning it was a pretty bleak looking place, not that the cloud cover ever fully seemed to recede. He didn't mind it too much, but he'd have to see about finding a gym eventually. Running in the cold was not his favourite pastime.
On his way back to the unit, he'd happened across a grocery store. Recalling the fairly limited selection in the kitchen, he took the opportunity to pick up a selection of breakfast foods and a few things for dinner too.
By the time he got back and was putting the eggs and milk in the fridge, the sun had made as much of an appearance as it seemed willing to. Another three bags set on the counter behind him, food ready to go in the pantry.