New Chapter, new POV. Hope you are enjoying and thanks to all who read.
Natasha POV
I was awake, but not quite functional as I wandered down to the kitchen. It was 7AM, early for me, but necessary, since I was due in a meeting around noon. It would take me most of the morning to psyche myself up for it, since it was a team status meeting with the SHEILD psychologist. Fury had made monthly one on one team evaluations mandatory since the team started living together. I found them tedious.
The kitchen was empty except for Bruce, who was drinking a cup of coffee while reading what looked like laboratory data. He wasn't totally engrossed, though, since he looked up at me and smiled as I entered. If he had been working on something, an elephant could have strolled by and he wouldn't have noticed.
"You're up early. Mission?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee and putting down the papers he had been holding.
"I wish. Psyche evaluation. I'd much rather be out in the field knocking some heads. Discussing my mood with a head doctor ranks right up there with getting interrogated. Interrogations, however, can be fun on occasion. Appointments with the head doctor never are." I made my cup of tea and plopped down in the seat across from him.
Bruce chuckled. "You have a very unique perspective." He took his glasses off and looked at me. "Speaking of perspectives, is it just me or is Steve acting kind of off lately. I was down here when he left around six and he seemed extremely happy. Don't get me wrong, it's good he's happy. It just seems odd to me."
"The Cap has started a new morning coffee regimen. He's been going out for his morning coffee for a month now. He must really be enjoying his time at the cafe."
Bruce shook his head. "It's more than that. There was something about the way he acted before he left that reminded me of Tony right before he goes out with Pepper."
"Really?" I took a sip of tea, considering Bruce's concerns. "Maybe he met someone at the cafe. I guess it's possible. Steve is, after all, a very attractive man."
Bruce got up, stretching. "Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad he's adjusting. Clint will be happy. He was the one who noted that Steve wasn't getting out. I'm off to the lab. Have fun at your evaluation."
He waved and I waved back, my mind still thinking about our conversation. Could Steve had met someone during his mornings out? I wasn't the gossipy type, but dammit, I was curious. I made a mental note to talk with Clint when he got up. If anyone knew for sure what was making our dear Captain so happy, it would be him. If it was something worth noticing, Hawkeye noticed it.
To Be Continued...