Two cups rest on the side table, one formally with coffee now lying bare, the other half empty with remnants of hot tea now gone cold.
Outside it's the perfect atmosphere for one of those rain sounds you play on spotify to help you meditate or sleep. Only it's the real thing, water falling above the tall New York buildings from the cloudy, drizzling sky, an ideal night to stay inside.
The sound of rain isn't the only thing heard inside.
"I don't think I'm ever going to fly with anyone else" Natasha imitated the english accent played on TV from her place lounged comfortably and cosily at her boyfriend's side. Her voice was just a whisper.
"You're so right Mr Bond.'' again she mimicked the characters on screen only this time it was that of an airhostess.
"This is where we leave you Mr Bond."
"A little premature isn't it?" James said on screen. While James on the sofa chuckled lightly at how Natasha's job as a spy is to act as other people, part of which was impersonating voices yet she couldn't quite nail the English accent because he could still hear the lilt of her Russian accent.
Yet he knew that if he tried it would be far worse than hers.
"POW, POW, POW, POW" she said, making finger guns at each shot and as the fight scene played out she tapped her hand gently in the air like the beat to a song.
"Nat?" James said lightly not noticing his girlfriend's hand dancing in the air.
No response. At this stage Bond was just after being pushed off the airplane, fighting for his life.
"Natalia, you awake?" he asked gently, leaning over her checking to see if her eyes were open.
"Mhm"
"Do you want to head to bed? We can pause this and come back to it when you're more up for it."
Rising from the little nest she made curled up against his metal arm she looked him in the eye. Making Liho groggily leave Natasha's side, deciding to move to the unoccupied armchair in the room's corner.
"What?!" she forcibly blinks. "No, James this is a classic and my favourite that you've never seen. Plus last time I watched it was in Budapest and my power went out, so frustrating. In anyways, how often do we get time like this?"
"Barely ever." he mumbled.
"Exactly and now we do, and this is the wiser way to spend it. Cause we haven't had some downtime together in forever. I'd rather stay up with you than sleep alongside you."
"I thought The Devil Wears Prada was you favourite movie." Bucky commented.
"Is that all you picked up? and no...I mean it's a close second."
"They are completely different movies though" he said winding her up.
"Shut it and can you please press play." Natasha grumpily yet loving responded, having had enough of her movie views judged.
Fixing the blanket and readjusting themselves on the couch, the movie continued to play, showing some stunts that Bucky took note of to ask Sam about next time he sees him.
A comfortable atmosphere is set, the pitter patter of rain still heard even over the television speakers. After a few minutes Shirley Bassey is singing the movie-titled song introducing the audience to the 007 Moonraker film and with no sign of movement from Natasha, Bucky looks down to find her breathing softly against his chest telling him she is asleep.
Not bothered to move from the comfort he's in and the worry he may startle Natasha's sleep he decides that it's not worth the effort to get up just to go to bed. So he turns off the television with the remote control and closes his eyes until he drifts off into a slumber.
He wakes up just as dawn rises with a weight lifted off him both mentally and physically having woken from a bad dream and to find Natasha's body off his.
Looking around he sees no sign of her, not in the bedroom, living room, kitchen nor in the bathroom. He was about to ring Fury wondering if she left suddenly to go on a mission. Only to stop when he sees Alpine's tail on their terrace balcony. Opening the door the cat remained where it was and heard Nataha's call to him telling him there is some coffee in the pot.
Reopening the sliding door after filling a cup he joined her and their respective cats on the balcony to look over the city, the rain stopped hours before leaving the streets damp but beautiful watching the sunrise.
Soon there were two cups resting on a patio table. Only this time one formally with tea now lying bare and the other half empty with remnants of hot coffee now gone cold.
Outside it's the perfect atmosphere, almost like the stereotypical New York streets you end up watching in the movies and on television shows. Only this is the real thing, busy polluted streets busling with people, tall New York buildings underneath the cloudy sky, an ideal day coming to stay and just be.