Steve?

Natasha was halfway out of the car when she heard that familiar laugh that set off that weird warmth in her again. But eager to see another familiar face, she looked around as she fully climbed out of the car and shut the door, spotting Steve as Wilson turned around, looking intrigued, but somehow not surprised.

Well, well, well, she thought. Still just as muscular as ever.

Wait...when did I ever pay attention to his muscular aptitude?

Shaking her head with a slight sigh, Natasha stepped forward with a genuinely warm smile and outstretched arms. "Rogers," she greeted. He turned and some surprise danced across his features before his face broke out into a smile and he entered Natasha's embrace, giving her one of his own.

"Great to see you, Nat," he said quietly in her ear.

She hummed ever so slightly before pulling away and glancing at Wilson and Fury, who was standing back and watching the renuion with an Alright, can we move on? expression on his face, though she simply ignored him and turned her attention back to her friend.

"So...who's the girl?" she said with a small smirk and a teasing lilt in her voice.

Steve merely raised an amused eyebrow at her. "What girl?"

"Oh come now, you can't pretend that the girls aren't lining up to get a taste of the dashing Rogers or whatever your name is nowadays," Natasha teased.

Steve smirked. "Oh, so you think I'm dashing do you?"

Uh...

"Alright, enough of this teary-eyed shit, let's get inside before the pizzas get cold," Fury said and walked inside the building, carrying the four boxes in his arms. "And thank you all for your help bringing in the food."

Wilson just scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You two coming?" he asked Nat and Steve.

The two in question nodded and followed Wilson inside. Nat leaned closer to Steve and whispered, "You know what's going on here?"

Steve shook his head. "Not a clue."

Hmm...just what's going on?