"What the hell do you think you're apologizing to me for?" Natasha asks that, but she knows. She knows what he's apologizing for, and that's why she doesn't accept it. Of all the things, why would she accept his apology now.

How she remembers it, she'd won their last argument.

Natasha drops back to her heels, wiping her cheek surreptitiously. It's nothing. Dust. "You just get here? Figure you must have some questions."