"Right," Natasha agreed, smiling softly. "I'm not here to disturb anyone's sleeping arrangements. I'll be find back in town." She placed one hand over her heart and looked directly at Sam. "Promise."

Dinner broke up soon after that, with Sarah putting away the leftovers and directing the boys to dishes, trash, and cleanup. Natasha began to think about making her excuses and heading back to that crappy little room in town, but before she could, Sam insisted on a brandy and more talk in the living room, roping Barnes into it, also.

Thankfully, there were enough chairs in the kitchen that she didn't have to share the couch with the former Winter Soldier, and Natasha only wet her lips with the potent alcohol, never one to really let any inhibitions go. Sam asked about Pepper and Morgan, more direct questions, and Natasha shared that both Starks were still living at the lakehouse in upstate New York, and that Morgan was doing very well in school, of course.

Barton and all of his clan were well, Clint preferring to stay way below the radar when it came to his family, since the government knew he was a husband and a father now, but all of their children were well and thriving, and Sam again began to hint about having a large get-together, to which Natasha smiled and agreed that it would be very nice, but probably very unlikely, given the world situation just now.

Besides, it simply wouldn't be the same without...everyone.