Natasha smiles at him. An honest, wide and dimpled smile that says, more than words, I am very fond of you and am glad you're okay and here.

"A little bit of worry. Maybe."

Then she sobers up.

"So. I'm guessing a Get Smart marathon probably isn't on the table. Did you want to talk about the awkward? Or...what happened on the Enterprise once I'd gone?"




(She worried, too. A lot.)