Now, admittedly, Matt hadn't been any more sure of what to expect, despite his confident bravado. The truth was that Matt honestly didn't know what to make of Natalia, Natalie, Natasha, whichever name she went by, knowing what she knew now. He shouldn't have been surprised really, any more than he have been when Tony Stark figured it out. If you had the resources, connecting the dots wasn't that hard. Stick had proved that, so had The Hand. When she answered the door and used the term 'her namesake' however, his brows rose sharply in surprise.
He was twice as glad now he hadn't gone with the mild jest of showing up in costume.
"Sorry, I guess that's one of the downsides to being spontaneous." He offered up a boyish smile. "You want to take a walk then? I hear people talk about some nice views on the upper levels. I mean, you'll have to be the judge." He smirked. "The pizza though, my nose can vouch for the pizza. It's at least Queens Grade streetcart good."