Natasha + John
"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should," he answered with a smile, watching as Natasha poured herself a drink. "Though I will leave it to the Russian to decide how she takes her vodka," John said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He could see what Natasha was doing, just like a barrister grabbing herself a little thinking time, with the vodka. He'd used the trick often enough himself to recognise it. It made him more curious about Nat's thoughts than anything else.
The levity of her tone papered over the darkness of her words and John suspected it was Natasha's way of keeping the mood light. "How did she handle it?" he asked, giving her less of an out than usual in his questioning. "I'm guessing she's trained for far worse?" he said with a smile that let her off the hook, just a little. "I'm a little scared to meet her, truth be told," John said flashing Yelena a quick look as he held Natasha, "I have a feeling she's going to have my balls in a vice for daring to fall for her incredible sister."
John took a swig of his drink as he listened, giving a nod of understanding. "You've lost more than enough already, sweetheart. If we can keep Yelena around, we will," he told her softly. "By fair means or foul," he said with a mischievous smile. "Now, drink up, I promised Steve I'd get you drunk so that he could steal your phone," he said with a grin. "I'd hate to disappoint the bloke."