I knew you'd be sad about it.

[Just for the fact that she could totally see Rumlow wanting to fight a dragon, or at least be there for it. And honestly, she thinks she probably would have done more if he'd been there. If someone had been there. But it had reminded her so much of that night in Odessa, when Natasha had pulled her from the flames, and there was no one here to save her, not even to stand by her side. And that had been-- hard. So she did what she could, pretended she didn't want to curl up in a ball in a dark corner.

But it was fine. He's here, he's back, he's awake, and that alone eases that tension that had lingered in her shoulders. He hugs her one-armed, but it's enough.]

Yeah. You're awake again, so I'll take it.

[He lifts his hand for her to see and she looks it over clinically for a moment, a slight hum of consideration.] You're right. But I'd still like to at least clean it- did you get all the shards out of your hand?

[She's already moving for her duffle bag as she asks the question, ripping open a disinfectant pad that she can swab across his palm. She doesn't bother warning him that it'll sting.]

Well, that's a good thing. Though I'll admit that it's a little strange.