It takes a couple of minutes for him to stir after that. Steve has felt warm and safe throughout the night. That ought to be clear enough given how he's forgotten himself and slotted in against Natasha like he did Bucky a thousand years ago. The fact that the scent is different and the bed is softer hasn't registered with him. He's at peace. If it weren't for the sun, he might have slept the day away curled into Natasha's side.

A puff of air and Steve's chin hitting her shoulder are the first greetings Natasha is going to get. His brain catches him up on what he needs shortly after. Only one actually has anything to do with the person he's sleeping beside. "Breakfast?" He's not opening his eyes until he gets a yes or no on that one.