You found yourself in a chic style apartment in the village of Manhattan – Yelena was vague about what she did for a living, but it must've paid well because your townhouse is in the same area and it's pricey as fuck. You were nursing a beer because that's all she had besides vodka and rum and it was only noon, so you figured you'd better pace yourself. But Natasha knew you didn't like the taste of it, you were just trying not to be rude, so she secretly drank it for you when the blonde wasn't looking.
Bruce was happy to talk to you about his practice, the guy was a genius with all his PhDs, but decided to go into pediatrics to help the kids. You admired that. Sam and Carol are in the air force and Steve is a history professor at NYU. They've all got solid careers and it was nice to be around people who weren't in the same world as you. They've never been to Hollywood or LA voluntarily and you laughed when they told you about a run in with your brother – yeah, you liked these people.
"Bucky actually got me into your music," Steve admitted bashfully, "A lot of it isn't my style, but the slower ones. I love those. Anything with a piano."
"That's her playing." Natasha told them proudly, pulling you into her lap when you came back into the room as he spoke, and you chuckled, snuggling between her legs to lay back against her chest comfortably.
"Really?" He gaped at you, "You play so beautifully."
"Only instrument I know how to play – really only learned it because I didn't think me, and Atlas were getting a band, and it was clear early on that I was too uncoordinated for drums."
Natasha laughed, kissing your head, and you laced your guys' fingers together, liking how they fit. You peered down at them for a long while as Carol and Sam teased Steve, and Yelena asked Bruce if he wanted something stronger. Your mind flitted back to your conversation earlier with Johnny. You were inevitably going to be coming out now and a part of you wanted to keep that closer to yourself, but another wanted to have a bit of more freedom and control after having found out how caged you'd unknowingly been this entire time.
"Love?" You whispered, lifting your joined hands to kiss the back of hers, and she kissed your temple in response, "Can I take a picture of us and post it?" She stiffened underneath you and you assumed she didn't want to be put in the spotlight like that or at all – understandably, "Just our hands. They won't know it's you."
"Sure, princess."
You sighed, a bit in relief, and then you took your phone out, resting your guys' linked hands on her thigh before you snapped a photo. You went to Instagram, so it would automatically post it to Twitter too, signed into your account – changed the password quick so only you could get in from now on, and posted the picture in black and white with the caption, 'Smitten Mittens'
"Cheesy." She breathed out, kissing the back of your head multiple times after as she read the post over your shoulder, and you beamed, pressing to post it.
You shrugged, "I love cheese."
"Are you nervous?" She asked and you sighed, tossing your phone over to the side of the couch.
"Nah," You shook your head, surprising yourself by the honesty, and then you turned to face her, straddling her lap as you played with her hair, her hands on your hips, "I'm finding it really hard to care what other people think right now."
"Get a room, lovebirds!" Yelena shouted and some of them laughed as you just beamed back at your girlfriend who was looking up at you with so much adoration and something else.
"We're not even kissing, Lena, grow up!" She shot back and you collapsed against her, laughing into her neck.
"You could be though," Carol pointed out and a few shot her looks while Sam chuckled, you even turned to give her a weird one, "What? Just saying."
