Tony -- didn't really know why he'd expected anything differently, not really. He'd known Natasha longer than anyone else here, they'd had years to hammer out details and learn each other. They both knew how to read a scene as it was happening instead of waiting until later to review it. Jokes and sass would have been a true discredit to the both of them, but Natasha was probably the only one here who both knew that and would act on it.
Bless her, frankly, because Tony couldn't do that sort of thing on his own.
He dipped his head down a little and closed his eyes when she kissed his forehead and had to keep them closed for a few beats longer because her tone was thick, because in some world she was gone and dead now. The ultimate sacrifice for a world that would never know, and a man who -- well. It was best to not go too far away with that thought, wasn't it. Whatever it takes sounded like bullshit to him.
"Romanoff," he replied, blinking his eyes open and offering something of a smile, crooked and not all that humored but honest. "Looking good."