Natasha reunites with Steve and Wanda.

Wanda's fingers moved the pencil in her hand back and forth along her sketch pad. Dad was inside making lunch while she sat on the lawn outside, drawing a quick sketch of the tree in the front yard. She'd been so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice someone had walked over until they said her name.

"Wanda?"

The brunette jumped a little and gasped when she realised who was talking to her. "Ms. Natasha!"

"I thought that was you. What are you doing?"

"Just drawing. Dad's inside making lunch, but he didn't say anything about you coming to visit." Wanda stood and placed her hands on her hips. "Wait a minute. I know. You guys planned a visit behind my back to surprise me, right?"

As much as Natasha was pleased to see the girl, she had to correct her. "Sorry, but I haven't received any calls from your father."

"Then...you found out where we lived and decided to visit?"

"I couldn't do that since I never got your address, but I do live in this neighborhood."

Wanda's eyes bugged out. "For real?"

"Yeah. I own the house next to yours on the left." Natasha pointed to a beautiful brick house with a wraparound porch.

"Oh, my gosh! We're neighbors!"

"So we are. That means we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

"I have no problem with that! You're cool in my book!"

"Thanks, Wanda."

Footsteps sounded behind them. "Wanda, who are you talking to?" Steve stepped out on the porch and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Natasha standing a few feet away. He could have sworn that he heard her gasp a little when their eyes met.

She looked just as beautiful as she had when they met on the airplane three days ago, but this time - unfortunately - her legs were covered in a pair of black skinny jeans, she sported ankle boots and a yellow button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and a few strands of her locks came loose, framing her face.

"Hi," Natasha waved, a sheepish smile spreading on her face.

Before Steve could respond, Wanda grabbed Natasha's hand and tugged her over to where he stood. "Dad, guess what? Ms. Natasha lives in this neighborhood and she's our next door neighbor too!"

It took him a handful of seconds before his response came. "Really?"

"She said lives in the pretty house with the wraparound porch! You know, the one you said was perfect for sketching?" Wanda sighed happily. "Isn't this the best kind of luck?"

"Yeah, it must be fate." Steve said this still gazing into Natasha's eyes, but it didn't bother Wanda in the slightest. She knew that was a good sign.

Natasha breathed heavily and felt her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Normally, she handled social situations with ease and confidence, but those beautiful blue eyes of Steve's made it hard to focus on talking. Why did he have to effect her like this?

Steve was also off guard and unsure of himself now that Natasha was here. Yes, he was a grown man who knew how to communicate with people, including the opposite sex, but his tongue was tied. This wasn't foreign to him, though, because he experienced it with Peggy years ago, but not in a million years did he think that he'd be feeling it again!

Moments passed without either adult saying a word and Wanda didn't mind that so much, smart child as she was, but she needed them to start talking! "Ms. Natasha, are you doing anything for lunch?"

Natasha blinked a few times and shook her head briefly before turning her eyes on the girl beside her. "Um, no. I mean, I just got back from my trip today. I have to get situated and after that, I'll probably order a pizza."

"You don't have to do that," Wanda replied.

"Pardon?"

Steve, obviously picking up where Wanda left off, said, "I'm making a couple of sandwiches for Wanda and I, but you're more than welcome to join us."

"Oh, I couldn't impose."

"You won't. It's just the two of us and Wanda has been talking about you coming to visit, so it might as well be now." Steve took a half step forward.

She rubbed her palms on the side of her jeans, annoyed at how the skin had grown so damp. For goodness' sake, she wasn't a shy schoolgirl! "I'd love to, but I have to unpack and you shouldn't wait on my account."

"Trust me, it'd be a pleasure. I haven't finished making the sandwiches yet, but I can make extras." Steve was damn near on the edge of begging her to have lunch with them.

"I dunno..." The redhead bit her lip and she swallowed, observing how Steve's eyes followed the motion.

"We can hold off until you get finished freshening up and you can come eat with us. Just do the unpacking later. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

Natasha looked like she was close to giving in, but Wanda wanted to make sure the deal was sealed, so she squeezed the woman's hand and added a sweet, "Please?"

An exchanged look between them made Natasha's features soften and she chuckled, nodding her head. "Okay. It doesn't take long for me to clean up. I'll go and be back in fifteen minutes. Is that alright?"

"Perfect," Steve returned her smile.

"And after we eat, we'll give you a tour of the house!" Wanda was doing all she could not to jump around excitedly in this moment.

"I look forward to that, Wanda. I'll see you both in a bit." Natasha let go of Wanda's hand and headed back to the direction of her house.

Wanda glanced at Steve who was watching the woman intently as she moved. Even a blind man could tell he was already smitten with her. Good.

That'll make my job a whole lot easier.