The silence passed between them longer than was comfortable, Natasha standing perfectly still a dozen paces from where Bruce stood. Her fingers flexed compulsively at her sides as she just breathed, staring up into the sky.

"The jet isn't far away." Her voice was quiet, but firm when she finally spoke, though still she wouldn't turn to look at him. "I'll call it in and have the doctors ready to examine you when we touch down."