Natasha yelped quietly and quickly tossed the jacket in her hamper to try and hide it from Steve before she walked over and answered the door with a sweet smile. “Hey Stevie, how’s it going?”
Steve leaned against the door frame and looked the redhead up and down. She didn't have the jacket but FRIDAY had assured him she had it. "I'm confused," he said. "And worried. Are you okay, Natasha?"












