"You weren't forced. We could have protested. And if Natasha calls you her son, you're hers... Don't think you want to have that argument with her, son." He smiled wryly at that. Few ever wanted to argue with Natasha over minor things like snacks.
"Hm... Actually, she's probably the best person to sort this out and the best way to go about it. Back stories weren't ever my specialty, and we'll need a solid one... I'll contact her."