The way it all had unfolded was a lot to process. To Natasha, it feels like both hours and years since her green eyes took his face in. She's missed him incredibly and wanted nothing more than to continue whatever it was that had built between them. No, it was nothing close to marriage but she was comfortable with him and he with her and that's what mattered to them.

A hand moves to his face, holding it there while her delicate lungs lose more air in only the best of ways. It's a connection she didn't realize she needs until he's pulling back and telling her about his father on the docks.

And that's when it hits her.

"Your father?" Natasha's throat is raw from coughing and talking came out raspier than it normally was. "How is your father here?"

Suddenly, there were so many questions.