Steve's well-acquainted enough with her various smiles to recognize the one she's giving him now; it's rare, and as far as he can tell, completely sincere. That makes it enough to worm through his sternness, pulling a wan smirk out from his disapproving look. Guess winning this argument isn't on the table today, either.

The mention of Get Smart is the clincher. Half the items in his notebook -- the one filled with things he missed while he was asleep, things he needs to catch up on -- came from her. Half the crossed-out items are also her handiwork. Lazy nights spent on either of their couches just watching television are rare, but they're one of Steve's favorite indulgences.

"Both. And we should probably talk about our evals, too, now that they're over," he nods, reaching for his plate at last. The bread is good, really good, but he didn't expect anything less. "S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of questions I couldn't answer. And Nat -- I'm going back. To the Enterprise."

That much he hasn't told anyone else.