He met her eyes with a faint smile, leaning in to touch her cheek and press their foreheads together, "Hush Nat. You know I'd never tell you something like that. I know what you're thinking and it's not important. If I ask someone to let me take the damage, you can't blame them for saving themselves. Someone had to carve and someone had to take it. I'd rather make someone hurt as little as possible."

"It's ok Natasha. It really is ok."