"You boys were always taking shots at each other in my world too," Natasha answers, sounding oddly fond as she says it. Though she does tack on after a moment, "verbally." She wouldn't want to see a situation where they got in an actual fight, because she's pretty sure they'd manage to one shot each other and then she'd have to go find them in the afterlife and kick both of their asses.

It takes her a second to realize what he means, and she smiles a little as she looks at him, her fingers still moving in the same idle way. "Like a memory or something you just like?"