She took the offered glass with a nod of thanks, immediately taking a grateful sip. It was delicious, clear and cold, and its weight felt good in her hand. Old habits, but the Black Widow never went anywhere unarmed. Natasha tended to ignore the elephants in the room; her training had included interrogation, infiltration, and destabilization, as well as a few other 'specialties'. But it wasn't surprising, the random tidbits he shared about Sam's nephews.

Natasha actually chuckled. "I'm an honorary aunt to all of Barton's kids," she told him easily, lips tilted in a crooked smile. "I think I'll be okay." She wasn't uncomfortable around children, not in the slightest. Nor were they usually uncomfortable around her; adults, now, that was a different animal altogether.

"How old are they?" One looked to be early teens and the younger maybe eight, perhaps ten.