"I wouldn't go so far as good," he says, affecting a pinched expression that breaks into a brief, if genuine smile.

"Honestly? If you didn't, I'm pretty sure I'd just find an excuse to work some more. All army, no party. Not much of a life."

But maybe all that he deserves. He's been a weapon for too long, and without Natasha here to temper his darker tendencies, it's sometimes all he remembers how to be.