"Other weapons?" Natasha repeats the question, then follows it with a thoughtful sound. "Guns. Knives. Batons. Garrotes—I've done some good work with those."

She sits up a little taller on her stool, squaring her shoulders. She probably shouldn't be quiet this revealing, but somehow she suspects this is something else they have some common ground in.

Plus the liquor doesn't hurt.

"Tasers. Staves. Sickles. I used a Chitauri weapon once, if that counts. And pepper spray."