steals a pierogi off your plate without looking You’re not gonna finish that.

giggles from the kitchen doorway Nat, I saw you do that.

And?

lounging upside down on the couch She’s like a little raccoon. A very deadly, very redheaded raccoon.

frowning at a target she’s drawn on Steve’s “Quiet Hours After 10pm” sign I swear I hit the bullseye that time.

already half-asleep on the armchair, a bag of popcorn balanced on his stomach Mmm… s’good…

walks in wearing his “I Love NY” sweater, looks at the sign, sighs deeply It’s seven pm, Kate.

Perfect lighting for practice, Cap.

snorts from the loveseat, scrolling through his phone She’s got a point.

zips into the room, snatches a pierogi mid-air, zips out Grazie, sorella!

flicks her wrist, and Pietro’s shoe disappears mid-stride, sending him tripping That’s for taking the last one yesterday.

emerges from the hallway, wearing one of Sam’s hoodies Did I miss a fight?

looks up, grins You miss everything, Barnes.

sitting quietly in the corner with a book, glances up Is it always like this?

from the other end of the couch, not looking up from her tablet You get used to it.

sniffles loudly, wiping his eyes with his cape The old man… he just wanted to have a balloon adventure with his boy…

pats his arm There, there, honey.

strides in from his workshop, grease on his hands, eyes immediately finding you There she is. The reason I haven't blown up the city today.