They're Russian, and they were raised as assassins and spies. Sometimes cold comfort is all they have. But thankfully, in this moment, it doesn't have to be all they have. Maybe dying has finally made her soft. Well. Soft-er, at least. It's always hard to acknowledge those places that hold the hurt. Natasha understands what it means when Yelena loses that grasp on her emotions in a way that few other people could.

So instead of ribbing her when the tears spill over, she leans forward out of her chair to wrap her arms around her.