Okay, now she really wants to hit him. Briefly, she looks angry, her hand tensing where it's connected to him; but she softens just as fast, pulling him into a loving if forceful embrace. Natasha stands up on her tiptoes so she can press her face into his shoulder, sighing loudly in response to all that he's just said -- and hasn't.

"Don't die at all this time. That was the point." The point he always seems to miss.