[ Smart of him. Just because he doesn't understand her reasons doesn't mean they didn't - don't - exist. Also, he's unfairly biased on this matter.

Her lips quirk at the sight of that blush, enjoying that she can still make him do that, unable to resist the temptation to try. ]

You do indeed. I'll help where I can, but he's probably not all that happy with me, either. But that doesn't mean I can't call him on things when he's being an idiot over something. [ Which, let's be real, is more often than Tony lets on.

At Bruce's quizzical smile and pointed question, she deliberately takes a sip of wine to buy her a moment before lifting a shoulder in a shrug. ]

The mission is designed to take us back a moment after we left. Time travel, remember? Clint has the Stone, so our branch of it has succeeded. This detour's unexpected, but... [ She trails off, looking thoughtful, even as she searches for the right words. ] ...but it also seems like it's a pocket outside the disaster we came from. There are faces here I worried I'd never see again. [ Ones she never would, now. ] I guess... I guess after Thanos, I've learned to be grateful for the moments we have together.