Clint: Tasha, how many agents did I-?
Natasha: Don't. Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.
vs:
Bruce: Even if I didn't just...there's no future with me. I can't ever...I can't have this, kids, do the math, I physically can't.
Natasha: Neither can I. In the Red Room, where I was trained, where I was raised, um, they have a graduation ceremony. They sterilize you. It's efficient. One less thing to worry about. The one thing that might matter more than a mission. It makes everything easier. Even killing. You still think you're the only monster on the team?
This is why I can’t get on board with Natasha/Bruce. While comforting Clint, she lifts him up, assures him he’s not the monster he thinks he is. While comforting Bruce she takes herself down to his perceived level.
If Infinity War could go ahead and kill this ship, I’d very much appreciate it.
