It'd become routine in the weeks and months that followed the defeat of Ultron. The take out containers on Steve's coffee table, the empty beers and some movie or show on the tv - either one from his list or something random that peaked either of their interest while browsing Netflix - and Natasha's legs parked comfortably in his lap as they watched. It felt normal somehow - like the past year hadn't done something weird to them in the space between their farewell in the cemetery and regrouping the Avengers.
The team had disassembled and rearranged in the wake of Ultron. Steve and Natasha weren’t just teammates anymore, they were partners again - more than that, co-leaders. It wasn’t quite them against the world, but it was close somehow. They’d regained some of the closeness that had fal
