[ as to waiting for his heart to stop beating against his ribcage like it's trying to free itself: he doesn't. instead he starts to lead them through the winding path back toward the ship's quarters. he may not be what he was, but he needs to push himself to gain as much strength as his body will allow — more than he had when he came out of the tube, at least — the same as anyone. ]

I'm not planning to make a habit of it, Natasha.

[ he's not sure how true that will end up being in practice, but it's honest enough in spirit to let it stand for now. ]

Make one for yourself first. [ and he adds, less solemnly: ] Then you'll be better at it when you make mine.