"Of course it's relevant. You can't just say something like that about someone in my life and expect me to let it go without an explanation." It's extremely relevant.

It means something to him, too. He wouldn't be so defensive if it didn't. So maybe there's somewhere there to push. "You thought I should recognize you. You think you know me. If you really knew me, you'd know how I feel about people who hold back information, who only give half of the picture. You'd know what it means to me when someone decides that they think they know what's best for me, what I should and shouldn't know based on how they think I'll react. You'd know how many times I've had someone tell me it's not relevant when it shouldn't have been their call to make. You'd know what it means to have someone claim to know you when you don't recognize them, to have memories that don't match up, to not be sure--" To not be sure if what's in your head is really yours. "So you either have no idea what I've been through... or you just don't care."

Maybe there's another Natasha. Maybe she does know this man in some other life. That doesn't have to be a good thing, though. She can't imagine there's any version of herself that grew up loved and safe and cared for. A whole lot of people had a hand in crafting the monster. Who's to say he wasn't one of them?

"Which is it?"