Natasha doesn't mind the quiet. She idly catalogues the room as she leans in to him, her fingers alternately stroking his hair or rubbing over the back of his shoulders. Her thoughts don't really go anywhere in particular - mostly she just reminisces. His first question is met with an agreeable hum. "Yeah. Sometimes I'd be facing you. Or I'd lean on your back with my arms around you."

His second question requires a moment of thought, since there had been a few layers of meaning behind it. "I still do black ops work for SHIELD occasionally. But it's not every mission. And they're not...the same kind of missions we used to go on. So I'm doing better in that respect. And because I know now that you got free."