Natasha couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that, a dry smile that mirrors Bucky’s painted on her own lips. “I don’t doubt it.” She’d heard enough stories from Steve over the years to have at least a partial idea of some of the things the pair had got up to. But life had changed drastically for both of them since then.
The pointed look she’d been giving him finally seemed to work, and her expression softened as she watched him figure out how to answer. When he did, the words didn’t really come as that much of a surprise. World War II, Hydra... the man had endured so much, even more than Natasha herself. It would probably be weirder if he didn’t want that.
“No,” she assured him, giving a small shake of her head. “It’s not weird at all. After everything... it’s the least you deserve. And if I’m being honest, it’s what I’d like, too.” Perhaps she hadn’t lived as long, hadn’t gone through quite as much, but she still knew what it was to have no control over your own life. To be bound by orders, and duty. Even now, as free as she was, she was never quite able to shake those feelings enough to just let herself relax and take a vacation.
“You could do it, you know. Take a few days, or a week... there are a a bunch of safe houses you could make use of.”