"At least for a little bit longer, yes," Natasha agrees, her amusement evident in her voice as he pouts at her. She's heard that patience is a virtue, but she's more of the mind that it's an act of sheer willpower. Her head tips into the feel of his fingers in her hair, though her expression sobers as she listens to him.

"He didn't admit it, but I figured as much based on what he wasn't saying." Her hand comes to rest on his chest for a moment. How much is too much? She's still out of her depth here. So much so that she's been wrong more than once. So. Shifting on his lap, she twists her upper half so she can look at him more directly. "You're his best friend. Steve loves you enough to never fight you. And I love you enough to do everything I can to stop you if I have to." It's a strange spectrum, but she's pretty sure the full range of it will be necessary if someone tries to pull him under again.