The way his lips twitch will probably tell Natasha he isn’t happy with that first answer before he even says anything. But honestly, even if he hadn’t been under the influence of the firefly’s bites he’d have still been honest about his displeasure. He’s not good at just letting things go.

“We were not the only ones messing everything up. We just happened to be…” On the losing side. But no, he can’t even say that. “We just happened to not be the ones who got to write history.” Okay, that’s probably fair enough.

He motions at the bar she’s eating.

“You probably have things you don’t want to tell me if you’re trying to keep your mouth otherwise occupied.”