[She can fell the way he shies away a little when he mentions Tony, and she spares only a quick glance up when she does so. She's coming to the last of the slime.] I won't ask if you don't want me to. Or I can ask and not tell him the specifics. [She's flexible. And she knows there's a lot of...history between the two of them. Bruce could probably work on something too, but he's a little harder to pin down than Tony.

One shoulder lifts in a shrug when he points out she won't ever not be a Widow. It's true. And she could have chosen to take on a new moniker when she left the Red Room.] I'll always be a little something more, too. [Her mouth curls in a little smile as she says it. So will he, when he's ready.

Finally, she scrapes free the last of the slime and lets out a triumphant little 'ha!' Tossing the brush down on the paper, she flexes the hand she's been using to hold it.] Any time. You want a drink, or have you had enough of me for the day?