Han may walk with bravado, but Natasha does so with confidence. The difference between wanting others to think you're the baddest dude in the pond, and knowing you are. She's still coming down from the mission high, eyes scanning for trouble as they stroll though the Nexus.

"If you want. What kind of food do you like?" Natasha doesn't know what they eat where he's from, but she's pretty confident she can find them a good place for it along the way.