Natasha Romanoff

"I'll think about the carrier change." She laughed. "But who would replace me if I did? You'd all be lost without me."

"I guess it's a good thing none of us were living normal lives before that then." She offered him a half smile.

"Yes, I definitely agree with you there." She laughed.

"Maybe I am a little crazy, but where's the fun in being completely sane?" She chuckled.

-- need to know that part.

"Well luckily for me, I'm not a clumsy idiot that walks into things." She walked into things quite often, but he didn't --

She chuckled lightly. "Yeah, well, you're never seeing it." Part of her was humouring the idea.

"You just want me to look like an idiot holding ice to my face." She laughed.

-- things of the sort."

"I don't have any, thank you very much." She chuckled. "But I think I would use more modern stuff. You know, creams and --

"I don't know, what do you use for yours?" She shot back with a smirk.

-- my hair if I have to."

She pushed him slightly with a laugh. "Shut up, old man. I'll never give you the satisfaction of seeing that. I'll dye --

"And here I was, hoping staying fit would keep me young." She laughed.

"You're still old compared to the rest of us. But then again, I hope I look as good as you do when I'm a hundred."

"Making fun of you and your old age? Well, if you insist." She joked, hoping to lift the mood again.

She nods wirh a sad smile. "It does. Maybe one day we'll get it full time."

"I know. I just wish it didn't. It's hard work, defending this place."

"That's very true. Not sure the bad state the world's in is something we should be happy about agreeing on."

"The old man needs his rest." She joked. "But peace and quiet would be nice though."