Natasha almost jokes that he's a little too dead to beat anyone up - an unthinking instinct to fall back on humor when she's uncertain. Instead, she reconsiders, her expression thoughtful as she studies his face. Would he beat himself up? Maybe in the beginning, when they'd been possessive of their time together. But she does think he'd have grace for this other version of himself that was so lonely.

The other important question to consider is if she's going to beat him up if he tries? She hasn't even been interested in looking at anyone else over the past few years. Maybe it's just the fact that it's another version of him, the nostalgia of it, and if she's honest with herself - how lonely she's been.

So the corner of her mouth ticks into a little smile as she says, "I think you could get away with it."