[ Natasha nods in response to her answer, taking note of the chill. At least the house is warm, and she glances at the couch, and then towards Steve. There's an unspoken line in that glance: do not tell Lydia we broke up. She's already been through a lot, and Natasha's certain trying to explain their actual relationship (none, she doesn't know this girl from Adam) wouldn't sit right.
Sometimes it's better to perpetuate the lie. ]
You sit. I can make the coffee.
[ That, at least, she's decent at. ] Black, right?
[ It's asked as Natasha makes her way towards the kitchen, tossing a glance over her shoulder at Steve as she says it. ]
no subject
Sometimes it's better to perpetuate the lie. ]
You sit. I can make the coffee.
[ That, at least, she's decent at. ] Black, right?
[ It's asked as Natasha makes her way towards the kitchen, tossing a glance over her shoulder at Steve as she says it. ]