"You really think they trust me?" Natasha tilts her head as she asks it, her tone turning the truth into a wry joke. The fact she's managed to garner as much trust and good will as she has is nothing short of a miracle.

She leans her head back then, watching his face as she rests it on his arm. The memory of when they got close before, when he hadn't known what she was and she'd tried to run off to avoid anyone getting hurt, comes to mind, but she pushes it away.