He doesn't know what Iron Chef is but he knows that it's a joke so he chuckles along with it because it's easy. It's simple, really, the way the tension relaxes with the chuckle, at least for the moment when he's smiling at her before it's derailed back to more serious conversations.

"Is that who the strange man with the bow is? Barton, I believed they called him Ms. Avenger?" he asks, carefully, not indicating any sort of emotion, just making it clear that he'd had time to read up on all her escapades that had been dropped.

That was the interesting thing about Natasha's file though, it made no mention of him. Yet he's sure the memories that he's got aren't lies. That they aren't some figment of his imagination because why would they even be there if not? Some program put in by his handlers to make him turn back on her? He didn't want to go down that train of thought at all.

James, she called him James. It's like another lock being undone hearing that. She can hear him say it multiple times.

James it's a simple soft word whispered against his ear.

Your name is James. She's sitting on his lap and has her hands on his face, like she's going to tell him everything.

JAMES! A scream from across some sort of gunfight he has no memory of.