He makes a little sound, acknowledging, humor lingering in the curving line of his mouth. Yeah, he gets it. Languages had always been Nat's thing, even if Clint could pick bits and pieces up. But this Turian, well, it sounds way out of his league too.

And he's complained when Natasha taught him Russian. Really, he had it lucky. In more than one way, it seems, though there's a rather big difference.

"Lucky to hear anything 'bout us." Easy, half-amused, "Certainly nothing nice, now."