"So it's a Costco in New Jersey, then. Got it, why didn't you just say," she drawled. She had no particular ire towards the Garden State herself, but she'd lived around New Yorkers long enough - she'd lived around a particular Captain long enough, and she occasionally dropped it in to make him smile. Not that the things that made Steve smile would make always necessarily make Tony smile, but - still, it had felt right to not leave the opening there to hang. And it felt nice to accept his proffered arm, folded through with her hand resting along his forearm; nice to be this comfortable with Tony, nice that he had reached for her first, because for all most of them had problems opening up about their feelings, there were things that were universal. That were understood and not terribly hard to read at all.
The last time this particular version of Tony had seen her, they had been awful to each other.
She didn't know why she hadn't put that together until just now. Maybe because for her, it was so many long years in the rearview, but this person, this Tony Stark: the last he had seen of Natasha, he had cut her to the quick and she hadn't hesitated to slice him right back. And maybe it was long past the drop date for apologies by now, but she squeezed his arm once, anyway.
"We keep them open, people go in and they can bring back - objects, right? Carol mentioned scavenging. But they can't bring back other people? I figure things around here would be aggressively more crowded if you could. Have you ever gone through yourself?"