"I just got off a call with the Norwegian government. They haven't had much luck getting in touch with Thor either." Natasha turns and sets a plate loaded with sandwiches onto the table.
There's four of them at dinner tonight.
Nebula never says much unless it's to do with their work but she listens to everything. Takes it all in with dark eyes that aren't quite so sharp as they were when she first arrived. She's folding her napkin into a little paper football the way Tony showed her how to do when they were stranded adrift in space. She never asks anyone to play with her but just making them seems to bring her comfort. Rocket's perched on a bar stool so he can sit and still properly be at the table instead of half underneath it. Steve's back for the night, his gaze focused on Natasha while she's speaking rather than the food in front of them.
It's the most of them that have been in one place for weeks but there is little in the way of smiles or jokes just yet. They've mostly been catching each other up on work.
"Did they say how his people were settling in, at least?" Steve knows there were refugees with Thor now. Neither he or Natasha have been back to the Nexus since Thanos yet but they've got other ways of getting information. Natasha being on speed dial of every major government left standing is a huge one. He takes half a sandwich and eats while trying to sort his thoughts out on the matter. It's hardly as though Steve's magically over all of this. What's happened isn't the sort of thing one just gets better from. But he is more steady on his feet than he's been. Coherent enough to think back to the times he and Thor spoke before the Garden.
Thor had been worse off than him then, too. It doesn't sound like he's gotten any better in the weeks since. Would Steve either, if Natasha hadn't kept trying to reach him?
"I don't have counsel tomorrow. I should go check on him. If you don't mind giving me a lift, that is, pal." Steve shifts his glance across the table toward Rocket and Nebula. Either one of them would be able to get him to Norway quick. "Be welcome to come with too, if you wanted."
Time Passes
There's four of them at dinner tonight.
Nebula never says much unless it's to do with their work but she listens to everything. Takes it all in with dark eyes that aren't quite so sharp as they were when she first arrived. She's folding her napkin into a little paper football the way Tony showed her how to do when they were stranded adrift in space. She never asks anyone to play with her but just making them seems to bring her comfort. Rocket's perched on a bar stool so he can sit and still properly be at the table instead of half underneath it. Steve's back for the night, his gaze focused on Natasha while she's speaking rather than the food in front of them.
It's the most of them that have been in one place for weeks but there is little in the way of smiles or jokes just yet. They've mostly been catching each other up on work.
"Did they say how his people were settling in, at least?" Steve knows there were refugees with Thor now. Neither he or Natasha have been back to the Nexus since Thanos yet but they've got other ways of getting information. Natasha being on speed dial of every major government left standing is a huge one. He takes half a sandwich and eats while trying to sort his thoughts out on the matter. It's hardly as though Steve's magically over all of this. What's happened isn't the sort of thing one just gets better from. But he is more steady on his feet than he's been. Coherent enough to think back to the times he and Thor spoke before the Garden.
Thor had been worse off than him then, too. It doesn't sound like he's gotten any better in the weeks since. Would Steve either, if Natasha hadn't kept trying to reach him?
"I don't have counsel tomorrow. I should go check on him. If you don't mind giving me a lift, that is, pal." Steve shifts his glance across the table toward Rocket and Nebula. Either one of them would be able to get him to Norway quick. "Be welcome to come with too, if you wanted."