Natasha smiles to herself as he takes the keys and grabs a gun. It doesn't surprise her that he's excited about the motorcycle - but she is glad that he's letting himself express that excitement. She already armed herself when she got dressed with her typical array of electric darts, knives, and spy gadgetry.

"Not a bad idea," she agrees, because she absolutely doesn't trust Steve to not happily open the picture somewhere public. He's learned a lot over the last year but he still doesn't really think clearly when it comes to the re-appearance of his best friend. Natasha eyes the living room and beckons him to follow her over to a bare patch of wall painted a neutral enough eggshell white. "Get in close," she instructs as she gets her phone out and turns the camera on. "I promise I won't bite unless you ask," she concludes, turning her head to give him a mischievous grin.