Natasha softened. It would seem that they were at a draw. They both saw the other one better than they saw themselves. She should be pushing him away and encouraging him towards someone else. Someone better. But she'd never been all that selfless. She cared for Bruce, and she really liked the way he saw her.
She was suddenly aware of how little layers of fabric were between them. He was still somewhat awkwardly holding onto the remains of his pants while they headed towards her sleeping quarters. It certainly gave her a few thoughts about what she could do with the current situation.
"I'm right over there," she gestured towards her door.