In three days she was back on her feet and on the forth she and Steve went to dinner.
When they returned she found Natasha smirking at her happily and tony pestered them about what they did and where they went.
A plate to the face shut him up.
In the middle of the afternoon the next day they were sitting on the couch, Steve was reading a book and she was leaned against the arm of the couch legs stretched out and propped in his lap, she had a stark pad in her hand and was using a styles to sign or alter documents pepper sent her, glasses slipping down her nose she absently reached up to push them back up her nose.
She happened to glance up when she did and saw him watching her absently raising her brows she looked at him fully "what? Something on my face?" he shook his head "no no, I'm just wondering about something"
She sat back and crossed her ankles pushing up her glasses to look at him "what's up?" he motioned to her face "why do you need glasses if you were given what they gave me" settling back she thought about how to explain it "well they didn't really give me what they gave you, do you remember when they drew your blood 70 years ago?" she asked.
He snorted to himself "yeah looked like they had enough to last a while" she shifted her head "well truth be told I don't know what all they did, but they processed it and recreated the serum, there's to many variables to tell exactly what happened but it wasn't as effective on me as it was on you. It might just be because a copy is never as great as an original but eh"
She shrugged then pulled the glasses off her head thick black frames with rounded lens looking like a cooler form of ray band sunglasses "so I still need these for when I'm working on a computer for a long time, or reading something, but considering people said by the time I was this age I would be either completely blind or close to it, I think this is a better deal"
She put the glasses back on and pushed them up into her hair he was biting the inside of his lip looking thoughtful and she rose a brow again "what's that look for?" he looked back at her "what look? I don't have a look" her lips twitched slightly, unimpressed
"umhmm, sure" he shifted turning so he copied her position on the opposite arm, feet tangled in the middle "don't you have work to do?" he asked she groaned "don't remind me" but she picked the pad back up and returned to her work quickly getting drawn into the digital papers.
Enough that she didn't notice him pulling out his sketch pad.