"I will," Natasha promised. "And while you order, I think I'm gonna go for a shower. Get the travel dust off." Giving Bucky's knee a comfortable pat, she left the couch and headed into the bedroom, quickly organizing her luggage before heading into the bathroom.

The amenities were pleasantly nice, and she didn't feel too guilty about lingering in the shower. About half an hour later, she emerged back into the main room, slowly rubbing a towel over her wet hair. T-shirt, cotton shorts, and toe socks completed her ensemble, along with the damp curls that peeked beneath the towel.

Coming out from beneath the cloth, Natasha located her companion and offered a warm smile. "How much did you order?" she chuckled. "Didn't think it'd take so long to get here."