He settles back into his seat as Natasha, teasing, sticks some kind of waffle-printed cookie into the top of Sharon's ice cream and adds one to her own dish before wandering with it to a small sofa.

"So," Natasha asks, as she toes off her shoes and curls her feet under her in the corner of the little couch. "What'd we miss?"

"Not much," Sam replies. "You know, just the usual madness." Steve rolls his eyes at him.

"Oh?" He's half expecting it when she shoots a look at him. "Well, in that case - James, are we driving you crazy yet?"

"Not at all," he returns, dryly. "I'm already pretty crazy as it is, I figure."