Natasha's arms wrapped around her torso in a weak effort to shield herself, a sign of self consciousness that came to her rarely after he admitted that he didn't think he would show either. Could she have really blamed him, after everything that had happened? If Natasha spent the night sitting on the bed, waiting for someone who never decided to show up, there would have been disappointment. But not surprise.

Which was why his next comment confused her so. Natasha's green eyes moved up to look at Steve's face analytically, staring at him with intensity for a few seconds as if trying to read pieces of him that he may or may not have known were there. "You don't owe me anything," she finally responded, her gaze falling away to the ground. Natasha had a call to make, and she made it. She moved. It wasn't because she was doing Steve a favor, it was because she was returning the favors he had done for her in the past so many times, without expectation of reimbursement. He gave her pieces of her morality back, her humanity. So, yes. She moved.

Her gaze moved to the dresser when he tossed down the key card before moving back to him at his question, and she seemed to bristle a little, her shoulders squaring with tension. "...Do you not want to be?" She returned his question with one of her own, her arms unfolding to fall to her sides, and Natasha took a few steps in his direction. "Does it bother you? Being around me?" A delicate red eyebrow arched in question, and she stopped a foot or so away from him. "...I'd apologize. I don't know if it would matter at this point."