"It's just petty crap," he says, allowing himself to properly sink into the chair. His head tips against the backrest, digging into the base of his skull, but he doesn't move, otherwise comfortable for having Natasha in his lap. If he's going to talk -- and given where 'Tasha put the bottle, he accepts it as a sign he should at least give her something -- he won't make a big deal out of it.

"Jason's family reunion. Being followed all the time. Stark. Steve's... preferred method of dealing with Stark. This place screwing with Lucy, again."

He sighs. "I've been here a year."