One minute the guy is jumping around and waving his arms, the next he's on the ground curled up and looking like he's going to start convulsing any moment. She should leave. He's clearly not okay. And yet, here she is. Maybe she's been an Avenger too long. Never mind the fact that the Avengers are now a thing of the past, but he looks like he's in pain, and she's too used to not running away these days. At least she moves closer to the door as her hand casually drops towards the knife at her hip, closer to the animal that's now stopped trying to get in and is now backing away warily, much in the way Natasha is.

"What's wrong?"