One day she'd tell him. If anyone, besides Clint, could truly understand what she had been through it would be James Buchanan Barnes. While her past had been laid waste to on the internet by her own hand a long time ago, she still didn't start conversations with people by offering up her own view on it. She did want to tell him. It was a conversation that hovered on the tip of her tongue frequently but never passed her lips. She had a feeling it would be better with a bottle or two of vodka at hand.

She felt the way his muscles shifted in his arm and after a moment she lay her hand over his gently, her touch light and she'd remove it the second he asked her to. But she felt an urge to give him a physical gesture of comfort, as he had just by sitting next to her.

Natasha smirked as she looked at him. "Not many men succeed in ordering me to do something I don't want to do. Fury was always the exception when it came to SHIELD. I do want a dance with you, James. I'd like many dances actually, but I don't expect you to be doing anything you're not ready or willing to do either. Patience has become a new virtue of mine."