"Exactly. And hey, I could do worse." Of course he doesn't want to hear it, but maybe he should. A reminder that he isn't a terrible person, no matter how much he might feel like one, from someone who has never lied to him, even when it might save one or both of them heartache. It's better than a reminder that no matter how bad he might think he is, she's done worse. Bruce Banner might not hurt a fly, but Natasha Romanoff has hurt many, many things far worse, and not always for a good cause. Maybe that's why she can see the allure of this place, see the trap. It's a chance to start over. Make different choices.

She can't quite bring herself to regret this one, no matter how it might end up.

"A date? Hm, I mean, my schedule's pretty full, but I think I could pencil you in," she says, and her tone is faintly teasing, an attempt at returning to normalcy, comforting routine. He can't repress forever, and maybe she'll push a little at those edges another time, when he's not still weak and recovering, but for now, she's here, and so is he, and a date sounds nice. "What about next week sometime, after everyone's recovered and things are calmer?" Hopefully calmer, anyway.