"I think a friend is plenty to ask from a husband." Natasha admitted quietly. She wasn't really the marrying type, her life had been too much... of everything, to really allow space for something like that. But she certainly had ideas about what it might be like and friendship? That seemed like more than enough for her.
It wasn't really a loss, to have woken up and found herself as she had once been, but a part of her would mourn the chance she had over the last week to live in a way that was so much closer to normal than anything she had ever had the chance to do in her own life. To have grown up with people like Steve, even Clint and Bucky too would have changed everything about who she was, she knew, but that might not have been the worst thing that ever happened to her. Still she was glad for Steve, that he was back to himself, in this body, in the life he'd chosen for himself, not one that he felt like he had to live to please others.
"It's what we do, right?" She reminded him. They took care of each other, they had before they'd come here, and they had when they were kids, some thing just didn't change no matter what shape they were in. And that was it's own kind of comfort.