Natasha's not sure it's a good idea to go with him, because he doesn't exactly look like he's keen for company. But she's also pretty sure it would be unforgivably rude to say 'I know the universe literally dropped me on your roof but I'm gonna scram.' So instead, she says, "sure. I'll be pissed if vodka tastes different here."

She follows him down the stairs, and quirks her brow when he mentions Bruce along with Clint and Yelena. "Banner and I don't really talk much. I'll find Clint and Yelena, though." Her head turns to look into the apartment as they step inside and she has to stop for a moment. It's the most visibly rattled her composure has been. She feels like she has vertigo.

It's his apartment, but...sad. Empty. None of his stuff is there. None of her stuff is there, left behind from the times she stayed over or purchased to leave there on purpose. It's the worst kind of déjà vu. "James," his name comes out of her mouth without her really thinking, and she's reaching for him as she turns toward him. Her hand stops halfway there, and she touches his shoulder lightly for just a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't know you here."