Steve greeted each newcomer with a handshake and a smile, offering them the plate of grilled cheese. Each of them also seemed to … react to the sandwiches. It amused him to watch their expressions but he got a bit self conscious about his cooking.
“Natasha.” He grinned when he saw the red head. “Or, uh - Agent Romanoff - ” Awkwardly he ducked his head, unsure of how he should properly address her and if she’d insist on formality. “Yeah, it was grilled cheese - is - are you hungry?”
As Natasha made her way into Stark’s vast living area she gave a small smile as Steve welcomed her. “Greetings Cap.” She watched as he had a slight awkward reaction to her. It seemed he still didn’t know much about women. “Please Steve, call me Natasha. I’m on your side, we’ve in in battle together. I think you can use my first name.”
Her customary smirk etched into her face Natasha set a large and heavy bag she had carried on the counter in front of Steve. “Here.” she said with a small gesture. She knew his cooking skills were somewhat lacking, but Natasha would never hurt him by stating it. “‘I brought some stuff to the party. I figured you could use some actual food.”