Naturally Sarah and her kids joined in the fray, and Natasha smiled appropriately and shook hands when offered, allowing Sarah to take her back inside while Wilson eyed Barnes up on the ladder. He didn't say anything, for once, only shook his head with a roll of his eyes and went in the back door.
Natasha suffered being a guest while the woman of the house went about her domestic chores; getting the kids situated with homework and their other household duties, Sam pitching in to put away their groceries, and Sarah also insisting the Natasha stay for supper, which the redhead knew she'd be hard put to refuse.
"C'mon," Sam urged, passing by and ribbing her lightly. "You need real food down here, authentic. Won't get it anywhere else in the world, I promise ya." And of course she agreed, wondering if she'd ever have a quiet moment to give Sam the information he'd requested. Probably not until the rest of the house retired for the night.
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Natasha suffered being a guest while the woman of the house went about her domestic chores; getting the kids situated with homework and their other household duties, Sam pitching in to put away their groceries, and Sarah also insisting the Natasha stay for supper, which the redhead knew she'd be hard put to refuse.
"C'mon," Sam urged, passing by and ribbing her lightly. "You need real food down here, authentic. Won't get it anywhere else in the world, I promise ya." And of course she agreed, wondering if she'd ever have a quiet moment to give Sam the information he'd requested. Probably not until the rest of the house retired for the night.