Natasha thought about playing it down, telling him, she was okay, just for a nanosecond before she gave herself a mental slap on the back of her head. They had been partners for too long to bullshit each other like that. And now that she knew, he was still with her, that at least he didn't condemn her for what she had done... There was no reason to not trust him with such things anymore.

Also, the faster they got this done, the quicker they could go to bed and that was exactly what she needed right now.

"You show me yours, I'll show you mine?", she asked, with a faint hint of humor, nodding down at that leg he kept on dragging and moving in more pain than he tried to show. Some things never changed.

"It's been pretty good before I left Washington, actually."

With a sigh, very reluctantly, she took off that necklace she had worn for such a long time now and placed it carefully on the sofa table before starting to unwrap the bandage.

"Then I've run in the first bunch of old friends who just waited for me to leave government security area. Guess I got a little too enthusiastic with punching and climbing."

She grimaced when the last two layers of the bandage came off red and sticky. At least most of the stitches were intact, just a little leaking. And the inflammation of course, that the antibiotics hadn't completely taken care off yet.

"Could be worse. Empty half a bottle of Vodka on it and I'll be fine."