Opening up his home to a friend, or the sister of a friend who needed it came natural to Steve. In the world he came from it was only considered simple hospitality. There was no need to question why she was there, or what she needed. He didn't have any reason not to let her use his couch, or come over to spend a little time. Steve was more than happy to oblige.
Most evenings he spent texting Bucky, or diving into the internet for more information on the wealth of things that had changed between when he hit the ice and now. It wasn't easy to catch up. He was doing his best, but he often felt like a stranger, a man out of time. That's one of the reasons why he got along with Natasha so well-- she had her own solid demons, but played it off. She let him in, even when he made mistakes. She accepted him.
When Yelena shows up and makes herself comfortable, Steve grabs a couple of beers and brings them to the couch with a bags of chips and dip. Food is always good with company. "A movie sounds good. Anything you're interested in? Horror, Comedy, Fluffy?"
She appreciates the way he doesn’t press her to talk. The generation she’s a part of is so foreign to her, spilling their guts up online about their lives at every moment. She much prefers the old sensibilities about minding your own business unless someone invited you to be a part of theirs.
Yelena happily accepts the beer that he offered her, opening it for a sip before she said, “Why don’t we watch one of your favorite ones? From when movies were still so new,” she teases with a grin.
It would be odd to push someone to talk, especially someone like Yelena. She's from a very different life and Steve knows that her way here hasn't been easy. It wasn't like his friendship with Natasha happened overnight. It took a long time for her to tell him much of anything, and trust came after that.
Steve's from another generation, and he's still out of time and place. It's easier to sit in silence and enjoy a beer and some food with a movie than force out a strange conversation about a nothing topic.
Taking a sip of his own beer, Steve smiles and laughs. "Movies were exactly new, but they were mostly still in black and white. I have been watching mostly newer things, but I do have one of my very favorites from the forties.
Picking up the remote, Steve goes to his movie collection through his computer on the TV, something Clint set up for him and pulls up Casablanca. "A classic so i'm told, and also one of my favorites." He leans back, takes another sip and smiles as the title screen comes up.
In her time getting to know the people her sister seemed to see as extended family of some kind, Yelena has decided that Steve ranks pretty high on the list. Who can you trust, if not Captain America himself?
“I like Cary Grant- he has some funny ones.” she settles a little more now, sinking a little heavier again the cushions behind her.
Her face lights up just a little when she says abruptly, “Oh! Do you have any popcorn?” She graces at him and scrunches her nose slightly, “You like the taste of beer enough to drink it even though it does not give you any kind of buzz?”
"Cary Grant was amazing. I love a lot of actors and actresses from my time. I spent enough time watching movies. I was a small man back then, and in Art School. I mean, I went out to bars, but usually got my ass beat up, and tossed out for starting trouble." Steve laughed. He was a patriot all the way back then and always stood up for anything American. He would also drink what he could.
He was too sick to do that much drinking though. Maybe that's why he enjoyed it so much now. Not to mention the guys always had beers after going out on assignment. He sighed and nodded. "I have both popcorn and yes, I do like it enough. It's a habit, and a remembrance to those I lost. I think." He lifts his beer and thinks of the guys, but then takes a sip with a smile and gets up.
Going to the kitchen, he sets to make popcorn. Tapping on the kitchen counter, Steve waits the three minutes then comes back with a bowl full of the stuff. "I can't believe how easy it is to make popcorn now. It really amazes me."
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Most evenings he spent texting Bucky, or diving into the internet for more information on the wealth of things that had changed between when he hit the ice and now. It wasn't easy to catch up. He was doing his best, but he often felt like a stranger, a man out of time. That's one of the reasons why he got along with Natasha so well-- she had her own solid demons, but played it off. She let him in, even when he made mistakes. She accepted him.
When Yelena shows up and makes herself comfortable, Steve grabs a couple of beers and brings them to the couch with a bags of chips and dip. Food is always good with company. "A movie sounds good. Anything you're interested in? Horror, Comedy, Fluffy?"
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Yelena happily accepts the beer that he offered her, opening it for a sip before she said, “Why don’t we watch one of your favorite ones? From when movies were still so new,” she teases with a grin.
“I mean it, though- I like old movies.”
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Steve's from another generation, and he's still out of time and place. It's easier to sit in silence and enjoy a beer and some food with a movie than force out a strange conversation about a nothing topic.
Taking a sip of his own beer, Steve smiles and laughs. "Movies were exactly new, but they were mostly still in black and white. I have been watching mostly newer things, but I do have one of my very favorites from the forties.
Picking up the remote, Steve goes to his movie collection through his computer on the TV, something Clint set up for him and pulls up Casablanca. "A classic so i'm told, and also one of my favorites." He leans back, takes another sip and smiles as the title screen comes up.
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“I like Cary Grant- he has some funny ones.” she settles a little more now, sinking a little heavier again the cushions behind her.
Her face lights up just a little when she says abruptly, “Oh! Do you have any popcorn?” She graces at him and scrunches her nose slightly, “You like the taste of beer enough to drink it even though it does not give you any kind of buzz?”
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He was too sick to do that much drinking though. Maybe that's why he enjoyed it so much now. Not to mention the guys always had beers after going out on assignment. He sighed and nodded. "I have both popcorn and yes, I do like it enough. It's a habit, and a remembrance to those I lost. I think." He lifts his beer and thinks of the guys, but then takes a sip with a smile and gets up.
Going to the kitchen, he sets to make popcorn. Tapping on the kitchen counter, Steve waits the three minutes then comes back with a bowl full of the stuff. "I can't believe how easy it is to make popcorn now. It really amazes me."