"Coach was too crowded, same for economy class. Nowhere to go if we were spotted." She snorted softly, switching to the padded chair to cede Bucky the couch. "At least up here, if we have to, we can hide a body without much difficulty."

A knock just outside had her glancing up sharply, but she adopted that same fake, vapid smile and quickly shoved Bucky down on the couch and half-draped herself across his lap, calling in that same inflectionless voice, "Yes? Come in." And made some show of sitting up properly, pretending to adjust her clothing as the smiling stewardess appeared around the screen.

"Good afternoon," the woman said in that rote, sing-song voice, then launched into her practiced spiel regarding safety, service, and satisfaction, indulging the "vacationing couple" their lovesick little nuances before discreetly withdrawing once more. Still seated on Bucky's thigh, her legs stretched out over his lap and the rest of the couch, Natasha rolled her eyes and vented another small snort.

"Maybe there won't be any more interruptions for the next several hours, eh? Unless they're bringing food, then that's all right."