"You're stuck with me," Natasha answers easily. And though she almost tacks on for better or worse, she bites her tongue. She'd found a road for him. He could walk it at his own pace. "I blew all my covers when I dumped SHIELD's intel with HYDRA's. Not to mention my service record for both SHIELD and the KGB. I've been lying low to give everything a chance to blow over. It'll be nice to have you around."

Her fingertips trace a light, idle line along his arm. "I'm thinking of Montpellier in France, by the way. Beachy tourist town. It'll be easy to get lost there."