She shrugged, casual. "I didn't think about it. I wasn't even aware she was back on the radar until just a few days ago. I thought she was still on the run from the feds, considering events back in Berlin. Then I'd heard she'd been Snapped with half of the world population, and lost all track of her then. But I happened across a list of federal revocation cases a week or so ago, and her name was on the list. By the time I got in touch with the right department, she'd been sent out on assignment."

And ironically, that was the truth. Or, most of it. She wasn't about to just spill the beans about how she'd heard through her underground contacts that the Power Broker had cut all ties to Madripoor and booked it out of the tropics, disappearing somewhere stateside, only to find Sharon Carter herself at the end of that tangled web. Wilson considered Sharon an ally. And Natasha was content to let him keep believing so. For now.

Barnes' opinion didn't matter, either way.

"It smells good," Natasha remarked, getting to her feet with a small stretch. "I imagine she's a wonderful cook, too. What are we having, anyway?"