[She stood firm for a moment, giving him a hard look. Steve, you're stubborn. So is she. When he agrees to go after they eat, she sighs and picks up the menu, sliding back into the seat. That didn't mean she wouldn't be watching him like a hawk the whole time.]
If you die on my watch, I don't think Wilson will forgive me. [She tried to tease.] Pancakes sound good.
[Natasha folded the menu and set it down, keeping Steve in her peripheral vision at all times.]
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If you die on my watch, I don't think Wilson will forgive me. [She tried to tease.] Pancakes sound good.
[Natasha folded the menu and set it down, keeping Steve in her peripheral vision at all times.]