"Oh, hey, good morning." Coulson waved at the two of them, then got up to make coffee.
Steve still clearly felt a little awkward, but he was not the type to avoid things. He could only put down his phone, stand up, pat Bucky on the arm, and say, "Sorry. Yesterday was a misunderstanding. We really shouldn't have barged in so recklessly."
"It's fine." Bucky smiled, his face practically saying, "I forgive this world." Even Natasha, who had always had a fearsome reputation, said nothing more. She merely rolled her eyes at Steve and walked to the other side of the sofa.
"Uh..." Steve made a sound as he watched her back, then said, "I'm sorry. Ma'am, I may have misunderstood you. I swear I won't do that again."
"It's fine." Natasha threw herself into an armchair, stretched hard, then curled up in it and said, "Our dear Mr. Barnes already apologized for you. Very sincerely, too. I had no choice but to forgive you."
Steve let out a breath of relief, but quickly felt that something was off. Yet the subject had already passed swiftly. Bucky and Coulson started chatting, while Natasha typed rapidly on her phone, clearly in a group chat. Steve could not find a chance to join in. The words stuck in his throat. He hated his curiosity more than ever.
Then Stark crashed in, making things awkward for a moment. His Nano-Armor retracted, and Stark spun around in place, rubbing his fingers together as he said, "A minor error in the control system."
With a bang, Peter, clutching Pikachu, tumbled in as well, followed by a furious Pepper.
"You two damn terrorists! Didn't I tell you that you were absolutely forbidden from practicing cooking in the kitchen at home?! You blew up two-thirds of the