"Yeah." The word falls flat. It's not that Natasha's distracted, but there's a certain plainness in it— they do, and that sentiment sinks like a stone in the air. Her eyes flick between the horizon, the vague shape of movement, and then to Bruce. He might not move, but he changes.

Into what, well, the jury's still out. And besides— that's not what they're talking about right now.

"I tried. I couldn't crack it," she says, and there's no trace of the irritation she felt at that earlier. "You don't hide something you don't want out."