"..Sorry about that." Yeah, all is forgiven. In fact, she's the one who needs to be apologizing. "When they said 'intelligence gathering' this wasn't what I had in mind."

Guns get put away. Throw rug gets put back in place. And coffee will get made.

"...You have two kids and a third on the way. The safehouse is your home. Farm in upstate New York. Cute things. They call me Auntie when I come over." No emotion. Well, that's not true. Nat wants him to know who he is in her world. "...You work with me. SHIELD, before it was gone. Avengers, until recently. Most everyone retired but me and the old man. Training a new team now." Every word measured and calm, never looking up while she makes coffee. Just the way he likes it.

She's even got a chipped purple mug he gets his poured into.

"...I owe you a lot, here."