"I remember watching I Dream of Genie and Bewitched. They were cute. They would be good for learning English. Every now and then the girls and I would hack into these old TV stations and watch the black and white shows that were playing. They let us now and then because it showed we were learning how to hack. We didn't get to do it for long." It wasn't long after that she was sent to the States to live with a family, and spy in a real school. It was a strange life.

Looking up into his eyes, she could feel the hesitation. There was plenty of her own. Natasha wasn't known for being very open or vulnerable in her own right. Laying around getting to know someone while snuggled up against them was not a thing that she did. A little fling might have been fun, but this had blossomed into something beyond that and it interested her as much as it set tight knots about in her stomach.

The thing that resonated was what he touched on. It was that shared thing that they could speak on. She didn't think that he'd judge her for the way she lived. The part of her that was a killer. The part of her that knew she would probably always be one. Inhaling she nodded in understanding.

"I can understand that. I thought I'd lost mine. I thought for sure I was irredeemable. I don't think I'll ever escape all the guilt. People can and will forgive eventually. It will take time, but if they forgave me, then they can forgive you too. I'm sorry for my part in the destruction of your homeland. If I could make it better... " She knows that she's not responsible for it, that it was Ultron and his forces that truly brought it all about. Still, they couldn't fix it. They did their best, but they couldn't save anything. It hurts.

"I think that's all we can do, and if you can do it, then perhaps so can I. I'm not very good at it either."