Natasha runs the brush through her own hair while Bucky is in the bathroom, leaning on the back of the couch. She smiles at him when he comes back in and lets him pull her in, her hands running up his chest. The smile softens as she listens to him, one of her hands moving up to cradle his chin. "It was always going to be you, you know." There's no chance she ever would have stopped looking for him. Any relationship she's been in has been measured against what she has with him and it always falls short.

She playfully pats his cheek before hooking her arm around his shoulders, feigning a surprised look when he says he wants to send a photo to Steve. "I thought you were supposed to be my arm candy with the new outfit and everything. I think he'd like that, though. If you like your hair like that, I'll go get ready."