Natasha regularly knew things. Like when Tony said I'm gonna need a minute what he really meant was several days. And frankly, that probably wasn't even enough, but he could only sit around with his thoughts for so long before it got to him.
It was stupid, it was so stupid, but he didn't want to tell Steve about it. About the future that waited for them all. How apparently five years changed everything. So he didn't talk about it. He just gave Steve's bed away on a lark, joked about how they'd have to bunk together now and then had to deal with sharing even less space when he couldn't even share his thoughts.
Stupid.
Maybe a distraction was what he needed now, even though he wasn't certain that was something that Natasha herself could give, considering that she was the one with all the new information. Also the person who had sacrificed herself when she obviously and definitely shouldn't have.
He waved his hand dismissively, dispelling a keyboard that'd been hovering above the screen he was working on. It was a mess, but it was a lot more than he'd had a week ago. "Steve's your guy if you want a bookshelf," he said, glancing up to get a proper look at her. "I'm more of a phone upgrade resource." Her hair was longer than he remembered it being. She looked a little tired, maybe a little older, yeah. But the smile took every edge off. "Nat."