She followed Tony now, back the way he'd come until she could see it, puzzlingly a doorway where there shouldn't have been one, back to the place he was from now. Not the world she had come from, not the world that had lost him but some place else. She worried about it, but their options at this point were limited.
No her options were limited, his only option was to go back the way he had come, but she could stay here perhaps, try and find a way back to where she'd come from - but this place seemed empty. It would not simply reveal a way back home again, there would be no outpost or abandoned ship to take, nothing to get her back home again. She really only had the one option. And a part of her suspected that Tony wouldn't simply leave her here.
"Natasha." She said, with as much surprise as she ever had in her tone. She should have been dead too - but Tony listed her among those that were there. And the others. Others she knew and had spent time with in varying degrees. Peter the least of all. "But not the Peter you've known?" It was Gwen that she didn't know, but she heard it in his tone what she was to him, someone he had claimed.
"And now me." She nodded, more a claim than necessarily allowing him to claim her, even if this Tony hadn't been one that she had spent time with she felt like she'd have staked a claim to him, however small she might be allowed, he was part of the family she had created since she'd lost her sister, and this chance to have him back again was one she would not simply let go of.
"And now we - go through?" It seemed simple and straight forward, but so had the street she'd walked down before she found herself here.