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“With a smile on my face, clearly.”

“Clearly. But so rude. So very rude.”

“Tony isn’t all bad? Dad, he wouldn’t let me go to the library alone. He sent Vision as a babysitter.” She huffed.

He laughed at the protests, leaning back in his chair slightly. “Vision isn’t so bad. And he’s........ Tony is Tony. He’s going to be protective for seemingly no reason. And if that means getting Vision involved, he will.”

“Oh my god yes. This city is huge I- how do you not get lost in it ALL of the time? and so many people. it’s so loud all the time. and there are always lights!” that was something she actually liked. “you don’t have to, steve. really. i’m sure you got more important things to do…”

“I’ve had more practice not getting lost here than you have, Wanda.” He smiled and shook his head, raising his eyebrows slightly. “It’s really no problem, you have anything in particular you want to learn your way to? It’d make trips easier for you.”

“Wasn’t sleeping very well,” She explained quietly and pressed more kisses to his skin before pressing herself closer to him.

Natasha lifted the sheet gently, slipping in behind the sleeping super soldier before wrapping an arm around his middle. She smirked a little to herself before kissing the back of his neck and nuzzling the spot where his shoulder meets his neck.

“i didn’t eveng et to see the city yet- not properly! to be honest, it’s kind of terrifying. so much noise, so many people. and the streets? how do you evne know where you are? it’s just numbers. so confusing.”

“Is it really so much different from Sokovia? I could show you around, if it would make things easier for you.”

“Tell me, Captain, have you only got star spangled thongs? I feel like the answer is ‘no’, but I’m hoping the answer is 'yes’…”

“No I don’t!” She protested. “There is no way I sound like that egotistical jerk.”

“You do. A little. Comparing me to a lumberjack and all.” He grinned and ruffled her hair after a moment- because he was still bigger and stronger than her and it wouldn’t hurt. “Don’t worry, being like Tony isn’t all bad, kid.”

“What can I say? It’s all apart of the job, gramps.”

“Oh, gramps, that’s low. I’m genuinely wounded here. How could you?”