"I wanna know anything you want to share," Natasha answers. He's got several decades worth of bad memories and trauma to process. And there's no blueprint for how to go about it. All he can do is feel through what's right for him and all she can do is give him a safe place to crash land.

She hums thoughtfully as she mulls over his question. "Something active. Drinking, sparring, darts." Her elbow nudges his side playfully. "Making out like teenagers."