"You never have to apologize for that," Natasha counters without missing a beat. One of her hands runs over the back of his neck, idly tracing along his hairline. "Both of us have spent too much time used as weapons by other people. I meant it when I said any way you are is exactly enough for me." She can't help but smile a little. "Besides, you always find your way back to me."

No matter how big the obstacle. If they could both weather the years apart, what was a hole in his memory by comparison?