He nods.

"I appreciate it," he says. He means it, too. The one thing Steve could always count on during the war was his team. No matter what happened, the trust between them was rock solid. Steve will back Natasha up, and it's good to know, even after how they left things, she'll do the same for him.

He chuckles, leaning back against the couch cushions in a much more comfortable position, head propped back so his line of sight is on the corner of her ceiling. "I'm thinking maybe cupcakes first, then Stark and Carter. And definitely Get Smart."

His metabolism may keep him from feeling the effects of alcohol, but chocolate is almost as good. He's quiet for a second, in part because it's some ungodly hour of the morning and he's exhausted, and in part because he's thinking about Peggy, and Bucky, and everything that's happened since Natasha vanished. He tilts his head to one shoulder, and arches an eyebrow at her.

"You think you baked enough for the both of us?" he says. The sarcasm in his voice makes it obvious it's not a real question.