Natasha regards him for a long moment, keeping her thoughts off her face. Then her mouth curves, a little ruefully.

"I've never lost time like you have. I had to live through it like everyone else. And I don't remember as much as you'd want me to anyway. They took that from me. And no, don't ask, that is something I'm really not in the mood to explain right now."

To put it mildly.

"Steve, we grew up in two very different places. I would have been as lost in your New York as you would have in my Stalingrad."