[Steve got his furniture moved already where it needs to be - a desk for drawing by the window for the best light, the bed he's had that he bought on sale at IKEA right after college that's still miraculously held up. Most of the stuff in their last apartment was Nat's and while she did also offer to let him take it he lived life without a microwave or a tv before he he was certain he could after.
He was old fashioned that way.
The pieces he was still working on went out first so he remembered it was priority to finish them. Steve was hoping to get them in a gallery next month that he'd had luck with in the past. He was dealing with the kitchen when he heard the knock from the door.]
"Nobody talks to their neighbors anymore, Steve,"
[He scoffs and smiles, glad to have Natasha's statement proven wrong.
Of course, when opened the door, he was really not expecting to see a familiar face on the other end.]
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He was old fashioned that way.
The pieces he was still working on went out first so he remembered it was priority to finish them. Steve was hoping to get them in a gallery next month that he'd had luck with in the past. He was dealing with the kitchen when he heard the knock from the door.]
"Nobody talks to their neighbors anymore, Steve,"
[He scoffs and smiles, glad to have Natasha's statement proven wrong.
Of course, when opened the door, he was really not expecting to see a familiar face on the other end.]
... James??