[He felt bad. Guilty. Like he was somehow responsible for her being here. Like they'd picked her especially because she was one of the few women, if not the only woman, he had some sort of relationship with back home. His hands lifted from his sides, like he was going to apologize to her. He wanted to. He wanted to take the blame for this somehow. If it would get her back home...

But he knew her well enough to know she'd shoot it down. Put the blame anywhere but on him. She was a little blind in that regard.]

Natasha... you know if you need anything, I'll be there. Whether it's to find you someone you want, or... whatever you need.

[Because yes, Steve firmly believed she had no interest in him whatsoever. Which was probably for the best, but... he had an ego. Even if it was a small one.]

A couple blocks away, but how about we just order it?

[He gestured to the tablet he'd left on the table when he'd been out. What? There'd been no Avengers to assemble here.]

Sorry, I don't, ah... well. You know.

[Of course, now that she was here, he was going to have to stock up.]