who: Sam, Wanda, & Steve (MCU)
what: moving day!
when: sometime after the beginning of October
where: Sam and Wanda's townhouse (now Sam and Wanda and Steve's townhouse)
warnings: none
After some deliberation, Sam and Wanda had extended an invitation to Steve to move into the spare room in their house, and Steve, glad to get out of the communal housing, had accepted. Steve didn't have a whole lot to move, and the room was already furnished, so there wasn't too much work involved - and between Steve's muscles and Wanda's powers, what little work there was happened to be trivial. They'd already relocated the mice (and their house) and cleaned the room a few days earlier, with the aid of one of Tony's souped-up roombas.
Now Steve was getting his own belongings moved in and arranged - and once everything had been carried up to the room, Sam vanished down to the kitchen for a few minutes. When he returned, he had a plate of
apple blondies and a carton of milk on a tray with three glasses.
He set the tray down on a small table and started pouring milk, passing glasses to the other two first before taking one for himself, and handing the plate around. "I think you just didn't wanna have to feed yourself anymore," he teased Steve with a grin. It wasn't as if they were short on food around here, after all.
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