"You know me, I love a good walk-and-talk," Natasha agreed. She had about a thousand questions of her own; about this place, sure, that could have filled a book all by itself. She supposed under normal circumstances, turning up here would have been more disorienting than it had been for her. A more extreme adjustment, anyway - everyone else had been plucked out of the middle of something, while she'd arrived at the end of her own. (Which, between that and the very convincing multidimensional angle, were the only two things that could have convinced her that this was, actually, something different from an afterlife.) If Tony had been here for long enough to settle in, she'd worked with him and known him long enough to believe that he'd figured out most things that could be figured.
Regardless - the rest of her questions were more personal, more pressing. Where she had been coming from, Steve and Tony had never quite found themselves back on the same page. There had been moments here and there; visits to Morgan, the day Tony had shown up with his elegant Mobius strip solution. But something on a foundational level had felt like it had cracked, a fault line struck at just the wrong spot that spiderwebbed out in so many different directions. Here, though - maybe here, the fracture had found a way to start repairing, and that more than anything was a thought that gave her hope.
She pushed herself up from the railing and tilted her head to the side, indicating that he could lead the way and she'd follow. And hopefully whatever adventure he had in mind wouldn't require the two of them to remain so vividly on the edge of tears. Like one good hard push from either side would be enough to tip the balance, and then they'd both be useless for the rest of the afternoon.
Maybe together they'd be able to stay on the surface awhile longer. It had to stop feeling so fresh at some point. "Any obvious landmines I need to avoid jumping onto? A lot of people have mentioned doors, and a house, in ways that suggest both of those things ought to be capitalized. Clint said something about a convention."