Not that she carried any less scars, for the same reasons, for years beyond his understanding. Natasha carried secrets in a deep well not even he knew the depths of, scars made long before he was born even though everything told him that she was younger than he.

But none of it matters right now; they had survived the mission, and both had a goal in mind right now that had nothing to do with their past or future, just a present between them. The pressure of her body against him forces a groan from between his lips, his hands folding behind his head for a moment with a playful smirk on his lips. "What will you have me do?"