[ February had been a bit of a doozy of a month for a number of people it seems. October, when Nat had first "woke up" here had still taken the cake for Worst Month To Wake In but February had its own Things about it which Nat has been trying to just ignore and move past like she always does here.

Thankfully, no tree through her window this time (that had been a thing once) and no bodies of the dead and damned looking like The Avengers (also happened) coming after her so, at least there's not much in the department of needing to actually scrub and clean both herself and her place.

Which happens to be at David Cliff Apartments.

She's on one of the higher floors and doesn't really know everyone who lives in this building. With being so focused on looking out for those she knows are here and that she feels she has a responsibility for, it's easy to sometimes miss who comes and who goes in terms of this nightmare if a dream. But this is one face she hadn't been so sure was around, even if she'd maybe heard something here and there. Sort of typical for him, in a way.

When she spots him in the hall, she pauses for a second and takes the moment to assess if it is, really him. This place has a way of screwing with people after all. While she has Black Widow's Bite wrapped around her wrists, she's not looking to use them... not unless she has to and so she stands there with a bit of caution in her approach to this, arms coming to fold in front of her chest. ]

Hey. Quick question... we're not about to get involved in a tango out here are we? Because I've got something on the stove.

[ More like she's just trying to gauge what point in time he's from. ]

[ Someone's made it a bit of a habit of breaking and entering in her apartment around here as of late and they're lucky she's already kicked their ass before in the past.

Except that's not really the case. About the breaking and entering. She's absolutely kicked his ass before but, you know, details.

The past month alone had been a bit of a doozy for the both of them and for different reasons entirely. Given the fact that they both live in the same building albeit on different floors, it just seemed like a good idea to keep each other company through it all. That and she gets the feeling Scott has been trying to keep an eye on her as much as she's been keeping an eye on him. You know, as if keeping an eye on others hasn't been all she's done for the past five years more or less. But she honestly can't say she minds when he stops by and if someone's going to drop themselves in on her couch unexpectedly, she'd rather it be him than someone she needs to kick through the window.

When she hears him coming through the door, she's covered in splotches of black ink and currently trying to rub it out of her white shirt (why she'd have to wear this today?) with a soapy wet cloth and she stands there with disbelief and annoyance written all over her face, arms clapping down against her sides. ]

You didn't happen to have a large slimy black tentacle slither itself out of the drain in your shower and shove a letter at you while getting you covered in all of this at the same time, did you?

[ Hi Scott. ]

She'd heard about his return to this place and she hasn't been all too sure just how to process that.

On the one hand, she hadn't managed to catch him the last time he was around and given the fact that she won't ever see him again when it's her turn to wake up from here, it had hit her a lot harder than she thought it would. But on the other hand, she doesn't want anyone she cares about - her family - to be here in this nightmare of a dream. Especially not when Steve has so much to live for back home.

However, with how February itself had been, it'd taken a bit out of her and she's forever grateful that no one she knows was there to re-live her fate with her in that memory. Needless to say, she'd taken a bit of time for herself, focusing on whatever she could, wherever she could... and that's exactly how she ends up running into him in the lobby of David Cliff Apartments.

She's heading in when she spots him and, for a moment, she completely blanks because he's here. She's pretty damn sure he is and she... has to figure out just where he's from, what he knows, what he's been through... what she can and can't say to him. It royally sucks to be the one From The Future sometimes.

Hands sliding into her back pockets and licking over her lips, she bites the bullet and heads on in, the faint showing of a smile gently tugging at her lips as she does.

"So the rumors are true. You really are here."