"She said she, she killed Sh-SHIELD." Natasha breaks off - he's a smart man, he can get the point.

And god, but she'd like to be warm again, to have her lungs and throat stop feeling like she'd poured liquid fire down them. To have her legs feel like they could support her weight would also be damn nice.

"What's our story?" she asks, and almost sounds like she's back to normal.

(The way she clings to him, even as he sets her down on the closest bench, makes her voice a complete lie.)