Tony's right about the tension. Not all of it stems from the fact that the past self she's been thrown back into carried herself differently though. Sure, there's a difference to the body language of a girl who has come to expect nothing but violence from everyone in her life, from that of a woman who knows her place in the world. But, a lot of the tension singing through her muscles comes from the fact that she's in a strange place filled with strangers who all know her while she doesn't know anything about them. Or not enough, at any rate.

"He hasn't--" Natasha shakes her head. Clint hasn't told her much about any of the other Avengers. Hell, they're still on her. A decade and change is a lot of time to cover.

The little bit of information about their relationship sends her tension levels sky-rocketing though. She doesn't know how much more she can take of other people telling her who she is. She appreciates what Hawkeye -- fuck Clint -- is doing for her, but it's hard finding out about herself second-hand. Especially when she keeps doubting what she's told. It might still be a ploy, or him messing with her mind. And even if it isn't, she is still getting his side of things. Maybe she saw it differently. So, she isn't especially keen to add another voice that isn't hers to the re-telling of her history.

The worst bit is how curious it makes her. The little tidbit leaves her craving more. She wants to know the circumstances, the hows and whys and what-fors and everything. But the only way to find out is to ask, and her pride won't allow it.

"Yeah?" she asks with a crooked smile that holds no warmth. She folds her arms over her chest and leans a hip against the workbench, giving him a slow once-over. " Bet you deserved it."