"At the rate traffic is going? It's a real possibility." He grumbled, but it's not all that serious. There's no real heat behind it, nor any of the needling bitterness that crept into his tone when he was feeling vulnerable or insulted.

This was more good natured complaining.

This conversation has been the first time he's started to relax finding himself back in Natasha's company, and the cover story provided an opportunity to fantasize a little, as long as he didn't think about it too closely. To imagine what they might have been able to have between them if they weren't... them.

"And I never fret. Fretting is for old women and fathers with daughters."