She sighs softly when she's out of earshot, hearing his commentary over the water. This poor bastard, alone with her in a house while he's freaking out. Nat knows he'd rather have Tony now and she just barely staves off the urge to call the other man. It would jeopardize their whole mission, but maybe that's not exactly why she hesitates. Natasha hangs up a towel for him and finds some clean sweats in his bag for him to change into. Then she's padding down to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. She has no idea if that's stupid or what, but it seems right for the time being.

Natasha comes back with everything and sits on the toilet to drink hers, blowing at the steaming hot surface. Between the beveling on the glass door and how hot he has the water, all she can see is steam and a blur of limbs. "Did you melt all your skin off yet?"