Natasha obligingly shifts her position so she can sit on the floor with her leg folded. When his head comes to rest on her lap, she starts to idly run her fingers through his hair. Looking down at him, her mouth quirks in a little smile. "You're glad it's me though."

Her fingers continue to move through his hair, her fingertips brushing against his scalp with each pass. "I can if you want me to. It's fine if you want to wait. There's a lot." A lot. Almost more than can be believed. And, she suspects - there's probably piece of it he was the unwitting catalyst for. They'll get there in time. She can't help but chuckle a little at his suggestion. "Doesn't seem fair to tell Steve that before I tell you again."