"It was 1957 when we first met," she said, and Natasha's brow furrowed thoughtfully - because even she had trouble picking exact dates, especially for someone whose mind had been scrambled like eggs in a pan, memories implanted and wiped and then wrenched back like a rubberband. "Then about fifty years passed, and that's when I'm from - when we met again, and everything happened. It wasn't exactly a reunion from romantic movies. I thought you might have resented me, because us being together...it was why..."
Why he'd been put in stasis between missions. His programming, because of their relationship at the time, had been breaking down. That's when his superiors stepped in. She'd been married off, he was on ice. Her memories gone. Everything erased.
"But anyway, that was - like I said - about fifty years after we initially met. If that helps tell you when it was, when you arrived here."
Then Natasha paused, watching James with steel blue eyes - his question was interesting, she had to admit. She had an honest answer at the ready; after all, she'd promised to tell him whatever he wanted to know. No lies. "It wasn't awkward, James." Her fingers swept up and through his hair, across his forehead, the gesture soothing. He was actually kind of a cuddler, but of course no one else knew that.
"But you had to be ready, both for me and for what was going on. At the time you had taken Steve's shield, as the new Captain America. It took some time for you to ease into that. So when things clicked into place, no, it wasn't awkward." Because she loved him, of course; he knew that by now. The words were very real. "All I wanted was to be with you. We'd already gone through the forbidden sex and romance thing. So to have something resembling normalcy was nice. You didn't need to sneak through the window," she smirked. "And there's some scarring. But everything we went through spanned time and history - literally. Scarring is just...a part of that."