Hearing his name on her lips, he stared some. He could see a few new lines on her face but other than that she looked the same nearly twenty years later. Before he could speak, her words made him pause and he looked at the boy in his grip.
"...son?" he repeated and looked down at the unconscious boy in his grip. Slowly he eased the boy down and stared at him. He could see Natasha in him. But the boy looked barely out of his teens. His eyes darkened some as he looked up at Natasha.
"So how long did you wait until you found someone new? Day? Week?" he demanded, his voice more a snarl.