Even knowing that it was their food order, Natasha had still automatically tensed. And even in this simple outfit, she was hardly weaponless. But thankfully, the cart was delivered without incident, and once the door closed, Natasha turned on the light in their small kitchenette and refilled their glasses from earlier.

"Smells good," she remarked, leaning elbows on the small island as Bucky brought the cart over. "Worth the wait, at least."

She naturally went for the scrambled eggs and sausage first, seasoned with spices not typical in the States. She also nibbled from the cheese plate, going for the grapes and "homemade" mozzarella bites before anything else. "Mmmm..." An approving rumble. "'s really good."