"There's a lot of redacted stuff in that file, even if it's been leaked everywhere," he admits with a shrug, "So I don't really know how much I know. I know you're somehow working with my old best friend. I know that you got a lot of good you've done since defecting," he says shaking his head.

He leans over and grabs the fry from her fingers, thinking about the fact that he doesn't really know what he's even getting himself into with this. Why does he care, why is he even asking. It's been so long since he'd seen her, surely it was none of his business.

"So Clint, he's your partner?" he asks anyways, it's a nebulous question unclear of what he means, romantic, work, it was all the same. She was the widow he always asked for, his favorite, the one he worked with even before everything else. Perhaps it was all the same kind of jealousy to him, even if he couldn't relate to everything that was in his brain, or understand why he was upset at the idea that Natalia had someone new for that.