It might not be getting to him, but it's getting to Natasha. It's been getting to her since day one. Everything has. Knowing in the back of her mind that there might be another her out there somewhere and having the confirmation of that possibility walk up to her are two very different things.

It's not what she wants, but that's not his problem. None of this is his problem, or anyone else's. It's hers. That's always the lesson, isn't it? No matter what life throws at you, you deal with it yourself. Maybe this other Natasha never had to. Not that thinking about it will do her any good. She won't ever get to learn about this other woman.

"Then I suppose I'll count myself lucky," she says, throat uncomfortably tight, before she turns and walks away. Life is going to get interesting in the worst possible ways when she realizes that this man is part of Search and Rescue, too. Still, that's a problem for another time.