Natasha squeezes his hand back, then lets her hand come to rest on his chest when he lets go. "I was so mad that you did that," she informs him, the same little sad smile still on her lips. "I tried to find where they put you. After I killed Dreykov, I figured it might cause enough chaos for you to get free. But they must have shipped you off to HYDRA right after it all happened. I'm sorry I didn't find you in time." It's been weighing on her for so many years that she hadn't been able to find him.

It takes a moment for her to settle on her answer to his question. She doesn't want to lie to him. "Parts of it have been really good. Parts have been bad. Some have just been okay. But it's all been mine. And I never thought I'd get that."