A finely tuned response to danger is pretty much the only thing that saves people from Natasha, because it's the only thing that could stop them from engaging in the first place. Eddie's got the right idea. She does good things, because she knows she's not good, that she can't ever truly make up for the things she's done with her life, under the influence of evil masquerading as national pride. She's put so much darkness into the universe. She'd always hoped that, if she was incredibly lucky, she'd be able to balance the scales before she died, to be the cause of more good than bad. Not that it would have erased the bad.

So much for that.

"Desk duty, bed rest, same thing." They've only worked together on a few instances, disasters when everyone whose job entailed looking after the city and its inhabitants in some way had banded together. Still, one time is enough to leave no doubt of just how incredibly physical (and often violent) Natasha's approach to the job is. Monsters tend to leave encounters with her resembling ground chuck. As far as she's concerned, desk duty is the beginning of the end.

Still, he has powers that he could learn to use to keep himself safe. If he's well enough to dance, he's probably well enough to start training. She'll be able to see his comfortable range of motion in a less clinical way. Plus, free drink. So she just smiles brighter. "Thank you, magic dress. Lead the way, you adorable invalid."