He'd shut his eyes momentarily, but he cracked one open to look at her as her fingers weaved with his. For a moment his expression softened as he looked back at her.

The thing about Natasha was that she didn't hold any punches. If she thought he was to blame for this, she would say so, even if she tried to let him down easy while she did it.

But there's no trace of that as she looks back at him. He squeezes her fingers lightly.

"Yeah, I guess we did."