"I imagine after spending two years in space everything feels a little weird," Natasha said with a soft smile, head tilted to the side a little. She noticed the slight furrow in his brow, the way his eyes raked over her face and pausing where she had injuries that were still visible.
She poured her diet Pepsi into a glass, expertly tilting it so that there weren't too many bubbles. Once the glass was full, she lifted it to her lips and took a sip, nodding in response to his question.
"Yeah," she told him, nudging his foot with hers under the table. "I'm fine. Nothing that a little bit of time and arnica cream won't heal." She wet her lower lip and put the glass back down on the table, "you missed a lot, Bruce." Her voice was soft and calm, gentle. "I guess you weren't ready to come back, yet?"