[It's not the same, she figures. Just on the scope of things, Andy has been around for a long time. A staggeringly long time, really. Natasha can't imagine it.

She's not sure she wants to. She takes a deep breath, not quite sighing in sympathy.]

Usually it's not that much of a problem. Back home, there's always something. Another mission, or a calamity, or...

[Or she always found something.]

Sharks.