[ It's Steve's day to buy groceries. Well, not his day, per se -- but if he doesn't find a day of the week to buy things, Cass takes it all upon herself to feed the lot of them, and he's not willing to shoulder her with that burden no matter how happily she might do so. That's why he's currently carrying a large paper grocery bag full of a few essentials (eggs, bread, carrots, potatoes, chicken broth, and a few baking necessities) as he makes his way down the street, pointedly ignoring the less-than-kindly looks he receives from certain members of the general public that recognize him for who he is.
They're not really wanted here. He knows that. But to be fair, it's not like they're here because they want to be.
His eyes are moving slowly and carefully as he walks, always on the lookout for something out of place even in a relatively "normal" place such as this... and out of place he indeed finds. The shock of red hair has his attention almost immediately, and at first he just thinks it a coincidence before he moves on to the face, seeing a familiar little smile directed at someone walking ahead of him. To say he's caught by surprise is an understatement; to see a familiar face like hers after a month of being surrounded by people he's never met (many of which had apparently met him) is enough of a shock that he actually fumbles his bag, snatching at it in a hurried panic... and hearing a tell-tale crackle that makes him wince.
There goes the eggs.
He'll worry about that later. Instead, he shifts the bag away from his face, raising his voice just enough for him to be heard over the small but somewhat people-filled distance between them. ]
WELL HEY THERE PRETTY LADY
They're not really wanted here. He knows that. But to be fair, it's not like they're here because they want to be.
His eyes are moving slowly and carefully as he walks, always on the lookout for something out of place even in a relatively "normal" place such as this... and out of place he indeed finds. The shock of red hair has his attention almost immediately, and at first he just thinks it a coincidence before he moves on to the face, seeing a familiar little smile directed at someone walking ahead of him. To say he's caught by surprise is an understatement; to see a familiar face like hers after a month of being surrounded by people he's never met (many of which had apparently met him) is enough of a shock that he actually fumbles his bag, snatching at it in a hurried panic... and hearing a tell-tale crackle that makes him wince.
There goes the eggs.
He'll worry about that later. Instead, he shifts the bag away from his face, raising his voice just enough for him to be heard over the small but somewhat people-filled distance between them. ]
Natasha?!