[He laughs at her question, mirth tugged from him unexpected and helpless as he shakes his head at her cheek. He's missed this; the flirting, the teasing, the sense of something playful that he hadn't had back home for a while. Not since before Steve.]

Well-- more like I thought I heard a little voice calling me an idiot, and knew you couldn't be too far behind.

[He grins, and there's a light to it. Something in how he looks at her, the way that he holds himself. Being around her might be difficult on the one hand, but on the other, it's also always been so easy. That way that he teases, a reminder of the days back when he'd been Captain America, when there'd been a label to the things between them, instead of this murky almost and maybe like it was now.]

What, you askin' for a bribe, Natasha?

[There's something about the sound of her name on his mouth, something that feels like trespassing, and he flushes a little, just at the apples of his cheeks, a shake of his head. He retreats to put a little more space between them, but he's still focused on her as they walk down the hallway.]

I'll tell you what I know. Which isn't much but- lay of the land, right? Ask nice and maybe I'll cook you somethin'.

[As if he wouldn't anyway.]