When everyone began to settle in for the movie, Taylor woke up from her doze and resettled herself against Steve.

"Nat's turn to pick this week," Clint commented as he perched on the arm of the couch with a bowl of popcorn. The bowl was clearly something out of Tony's workshop re-purposed into something useful.

"Black Swan," Natasha said, glancing around and just daring anyone to challenge her choice.

"This should be fun," Alissa muttered, settling in with a grin. Especially since no one had done more than grumble at her choice. Clearly Natasha had them well trained.

"Nat likes to dance," Bucky murmured in return as he let her get comfortable. "Last movie she picked was something on figure-skating."

"Figure-skating is awesome," Alissa murmured, keeping her voice down so as not to disturb the others. "I can't skate if my life depended on it, but watching is fun."

"I'll teach you," Bucky replied just as quietly. "There's a rink not far, we can go there one of these days, just you and me."

"Only if you promise not to laugh when I fall on my ass. Repeatedly."

Steve covered up his snort when he overheard that.

Bucky chuckled a bit.

"Promise," he said.

"What was that for?" Taylor asked when she heard Steve's snort.

Alissa grumbled a bit but cuddled into him happily enough.

"I think we need to make a double date to go ice skating with them," Steve murmured, grinning. "Apparently there's a lot of entertainment potential."

Bucky put an arm around her, pulling her close.

"I think that sounds like a great idea," Taylor replied, grinning a bit. "Though I'll warn you, I don't skate well."

"I don't either, but I do well enough to keep myself from falling over," Steve said with a bit of a grin. "It'll be fun though."

"Then I'll look forward to it," Taylor said. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "We can go and be terrible skaters together."

Steve grinned at that and settled in, although he did pull out his phone to briefly check and see if there was a good time in the upcoming week.

Taylor grinned and took his phone.

"Let me see this for a second," she said. She thumbed through a couple of apps. "Ugh, this is disgustingly cutting-edge, I'm jealous." Finally she found the right app. "Aha!" Holding the phone out as far as she could, she snapped a picture of them both.

Steve snickered. "Starting on the couple selfies already?" he teased. "And Tony would probably give you one if you wanted."

"Hell yes I'm starting on the couple selfies," Taylor replied as she handed back his phone, grinning. "There's literally no reason not to, you're gorgeous and I'm lucky as hell."

Steve grinned and shook his head, but didn't actually protest. "You sure you're the lucky one?" he murmured.

"Very sure," Taylor replied, snuggling closer to him. "I'm well aware you could have your pick of any woman in the world, and you picked me."

"There was no one else for me." Steve smiled and kissed the top of her head, but subsided. There was no need to say more, especially since they were in the living room.

Taylor blushed a little at that.

"You turned into even more of a romantic while I was gone," she teased softly.

Steve just grinned at that, keeping his arm around her and settling in there. All was good for the moment.

A few days later, Taylor found herself at the ice rink, lacing herself into a pair of figure skates. She wasn't sure that trying to skate would turn out well, but Steve was there, so she would try.

Bucky was there with Alissa, also lacing his skates. He was looking forward to skating with her.

Steve was already laced into his skates, just waiting on Taylor. He was pretty steady, amazingly enough.

Alissa took her time lacing herself in. She knew she was going to make a fool of herself, so she wasn't in any hurry to do that.

At least Bucky had promised not to laugh at her.

Taylor stepped out onto the ice, wobbling a bit.

"This is not going to end well," she said as she moved towards him.

Bucky waited for her, grinning.

"Come on," he said, holding out a hand. "You'll do fine."

"Don't worry," Steve said with a little grin. "I got you." He held out one hand to her.

"Say that after I fall flat on my face," Alissa grumbled, taking his hand and carefully moving towards the ice.

Taylor grabbed his hand, holding on tightly as she slid on the ice.

"How are you so good at this?" she asked.

"I won't let you fall on your face," Bucky replied, helping her onto the ice. "You'll be okay."