But he's already shaking his head. "Even if she didn't figure it out anyway? She doesn't want to take food from me, either. I've tried. She'll find some excuse to brush it off."

He readjusts his position a little, pulling back just slightly from Natasha's sleeping form, and lifts his gaze to Steve, serious and worried. "You'll keep trying to help her, though. I know. You're like him that way even though you're from another world."