Natasha sits up from her sprawled position on the carpet, tossing her notebook to the side.
"It's late," she says, running a hand through her hair and sighing. Next to her, Tony pushes himself off the floor and offers a hand to pull her up.
"Tomorrow," he says. "Well get it tomorrow, for sure." Natasha reaches out and squeezes Tony's shoulder companionably. He offers her a smile.
Then he turns, slightly and for the briefest second, to the right, before his brain thinks wrong room! wrong room! and he corrects himself. But Natasha catches it, of course.
"How long?" she asks, folding her arms. Something of a real smile plays on her lips.
"How long what?" Tony responds, deciding to play dumb.
"You and Steve. I know where his room is. How long?"
Tony closes his eyes and silently begs Steve to forgive him.
"Not long. Post... time travel discovery." He coughs uncomfortably, but Natasha's smile is warm.
"I'm happy for you."
"Steve," Tony whispers, shoving the man's shoulder as he gets into bed next to him. Steve stirs with a groan, scrubbing a hand over his face and blinking at Tony through the darkness.
"What," he says groggily, pulling Tony down and wrapping an arm around him.
"Natasha knows about us." Tony squirms around in Steve's arm to face him and Steve loosens his hold.
"Hm? Oh, I know." Steve says.
"What?"
"Yeah, she caught me checking out your ass last week. Sorry, babe."
Steve leans in and kisses Tony quickly before burying his face in his pillow and falling back asleep.
