The next day, Natasha finished her private call from Rhodey and put down the sandwich she previously made before breaking down into tears again. Tiny daisies spurted from the desk, causing her to chuckle weakly. Pixie rushed into the room, bounding onto Natasha's lap. They wrapped their arms around each other.

"Stop making these sandwiches. I can make you a real meal, Talia. Chicken tuna melt or a whole roasted turkey."

She smiled, pressing her lips against Pixie's cheek. "I know, but you cook too much. You're on your feet all day cooking for families and me and even Steve who doesn't come every day."

Pixie grinned. "I like making people happy. Let me make you happy."

"You already do," she replied.

Pixie started cooking and baking more for families who needed the support. Even if they seemed like they didn't need the support, she still went around, giving out food near the memorial grounds and homeless shelters.

"You know, I would be a gentleman and offer to cook, but you have Pixie already."

The women turned to see Steve leaning against a wooden shelf. Natasha hastily wiped her tears as Pixie climbed off her lap and patted down her long skirt.

"I'll leave you two to it. Anyone in the mood for a chicken-avocado-tuna melt? Fresh orange juice too," Pixie added.

"Sounds good, Pixie. Thanks," answered Steve.

"I'm not that hungry," Natasha replied before gesturing to the sandwich in front of her.

Pixie sighed and rolled her eyes. "Steve?"

"Yeah, I'll take care of Nat," he replied, walking over to sit in front of Natasha and placing his jacket and keys down on the table.

Pixie walked past, patting Steve's shoulder. "Nice of you to show your face. Haven't seen it in a while. I was beginning to get worried you'd gotten sick of my cooking."

"Never," he replied, a smile on his face. Once Pixie left the room, he addressed Natasha. "You know, I saw a pod of whales when I was coming up the bridge."

"In the Hudson?" Natasha asked.

"There's fewer ships, cleaner water," he explained.

She crossed her arms. "You know, if you're telling me to look on the bright side... I'm about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich."

Steve gave her a lop-sided smile. "Sorry. Force of habit. You know I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do, but not us."

"If I move on, who does this?" Natasha retorted.

"Maybe it doesn't need to be done," he replied.

"I used to have nothing, and then I got this. This job, this family, and I was - I was better because of it. And even though they're gone now, I'm still trying to be better."

He nodded. "I think we both need to get a life," he joked.

She huffed. "I have Pixie. I'm sure someone wants to date Captain America."

He shook his head. "I'm good, Nat. You and your matchmaking skills need to calm down."

Suddenly, a holographic screen popped up, revealing Scott and his van. "Oh - hi. Hi! Is anyone home?"

Natasha and Steve turned their heads towards the screen at the sudden appearance of someone who was supposed to disappear in the Snap.

"We met a few years ago at the airport? In Germany. I got really big and I had a mask on. You wouldn't recognize me. I need to talk to you guys."

Steve slowly stood up, astonished. "Is this an old message?"

"Ant-Man? Ant-Man, I know you know that."

"It's the front gate," Natasha responded.