What Natasha hears is that he believes that children are the disposable tools she and her fellow test subjects were treated as, that his whole llfe has depended on this assumption, perhaps that he has been the one stripping them for parts. There are other ways to interpret it, of course, and a calmer mind might cycle through them. She does not have a calm mind. Not right now.

Fuck it. Natasha braces her shoulders against the wall, lashes out quickly to catch his ankle with her foot. If she hooks him and pulls him down or if he dodges out of the way, she's still going to use the force of the burst of movement to shove herself away from the wall and to her feet.