Natasha loses interest in the food pretty quickly - instead she props her chin on her hand, elbow on the table as she regards Steve with her disconcertingly full attention. Raising an eyebrow as he brings out his phone, she says nothing for a full thirty seconds.

"It's not just HYDRA you're fighting now, is it?" She sits back, drumming her fingers absently on the edge of the table.

"How bad is it, Steve? Be honest with me." God knows she's never been fully honest with him, but he's a bad liar. It's painful when he tries; she'd prefer to avoid the headache.