After a long night of drinking, Natasha is giggling uncontrollably with Doğa.

Natasha: “Bucky, Doğa likes you!”

Doğa: “Nat! You said you wouldn’t tell!”

Bucky, laughing: “Doğa, doll, we’re marri-”

Doğa interrupts, slurring slightly after many many drinks: “Backstabber! I’m telling Steve you like him!”

Natasha gasps, panicking: “No, no, don’t!”

Doğa screams across the room and then sticks their tongue out at Natasha: “STEVE! NATASHA HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!”

Steve, holding their son, looks amused: “Really? I would have never known.”