It's a familiar song and dance. One Natasha knows all too well and one she wishes others she cared about didn't have to know quite so well as she. But the past is the past and no amount of wishful thinking can change those things. To wish otherwise is for children.

Natasha doesn't believe in childish things. Or so she tells herself.

If it were true she wouldn't smile like she does at the invitation Han makes, enjoying the passion he puts into his affections as much as she does.

"I think you've earned it, Professor." One gloved finger reached up and pokes him on the nose playfully before she returns it to where she'd had it over Han's shoulder.