Tasha, in turn, had spend the time trying to get her apartment in line with that she assumed Steve would like. She packed up all her files and weapons and hide them in her bed room. She tried to make the sparse living space looks more welcoming but really Natasha wasn't much of a homebody. She spent too much time away on missions.

She got junk food, movie theater candy and huge bowls of popcorn and soda. It seemed fitting to make the Star Wars experience more real.

When that was done, she had nothing left to do but wait. And pace. And think.

Not good.