Natasha can feel his fingers on the back of her neck. How many times has he - the other he - done this over the years? Too many to count. She has to close her eyes and tell herself that it's not fair to this version of him to be lost in memories. He's always been enough for her exactly the way he is. Maybe 'as another version of you' is just an extension of that.

So she lets herself enjoy. Lets it deepen. Even trying to stay grounded in the moment, its hard not to lose herself in the familiarity of it. So much so that she finds herself shifting to straddle his lap, though she has the presence of mind to leave enough space between their bodies. Her fingers sink into his hair and she lingers for a few long minutes before tipping her head to let her forehead rest against his.

"He might beat you up for a kiss like that," she murmurs, a hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth.