The ex-Soviet agent didn't even seem to allow a moment to blink before she took a generous gulp of the whiskey. Whiskey wasn't really, traditionally, her drink of choice (that was vodka or beer - wine if she was feeling fancy) but right now she would take just about anything. Now, of course, Natasha was a well trained agent and a Russian so this sort of sentimentality hit her so infrequently that, to be honest half of this had muddled her brain so much over the last few days that she wasn't even sure where her mind was half the time. Because, shit. How did you even reconcile with something like she'd seen? Was there a way? Natasha wasn't actually sure and some how... some how being removed from all of it actually made it worse. Because there had to be something back home, some loop hole or some dumb thing Fury hadn't told them all about, or someone out there who could... fix it, right? Right. It wasn't like the Avengers made up even a fraction of the weird shit out there. Natasha knew about Jessica, after all. (Granted Natasha was one of the more... informed people, except maybe Maria and Fury, out there - because she was... well, damn good at what she did.) Natasha knew about the things that went bump in the night in New York. Natasha knew about inhuman and the turn Coulson's team had taken. Most people weren't nearly as on the up and up as she was - but she wasn't just anyone.
She kept telling herself that she wasn't just anyone at least. She'd been told that her whole damn life by the people in the Red Room. Why? Because she'd always excelled. Whether it was at ballet. Whether it was at hand to hand combat. Whether it was her skills with a gun. Whether it was how she could talk someone into basically anything she god damn wanted. That's why she'd gotten the Widow moniker after all. She'd earned it. But now she almost felt like a child again. Bozshe moi.
"We did fine in the fight." She started, where else could she start, anyway? It wasn't like there was a good god damn place. "I mean. Me, Steve, Sam, and Wanda had been pretty deep under the radar since everything in Berlin." She was stalling, even Natasha knew she was stalling - but for what? There was no good reason. "Some... assholes showed up, weird almost elf looking aliens. They wanted Vision's stone. So at least we had enough of a heads up to you know... rally or whatever." She sipped at her whiskey again. It cut into her throat in a way that was different right now. Or maybe it was all in her head because she was having such a hard god damn time reconciling all of this. "So, trip to Wakanda it was." She was going into too much detail now - granted, it wasn't like all of their names weren't, you know, front page news over everything and... whatever. "Bruce showed back up, from space. Ya know, Thor showed back up... also from space... you might notice space is becoming a problematic theme here." Clearing her throat she tried to chuckle off the little joke, "I don't know a lot of the details on how he managed to get all the stones. Just that he came for Vision last..."
Folding her arms over her chest, Natasha was clearly somewhere between defensive and confused and a whole mess of other emotions - far from the woman who was usually unreadable. But of course, usually no longer played a hand in anything - did it? "One snap. That was all it took." She said it quietly, that harshness that Natasha's voice usually held some how just gone as she looked away and then back to Jessica, "One snap and people just... disappeared. One snap undid Wanda destroying the mind stone. One snap and I mean... people just burnt away... to ash. It was... I've never seen anything like it. I've seen a lot of blood. I've seen a lot of war, fights, whatever. It was otherworldly. If I hadn't seen it I don't know if I'd have believed it." Natasha's voice stayed quiet as she slowly let out a breath. "People just gone from infront of us."