Natasha knew his skin would be sensitive but she couldn't stop her hand from resting lightly on Bruce's shoulder, a reminder that she was nearby if he needed her. He turned his head, placing the tiniest of kisses on her knuckles as if to let her know she was welcome to stay. As she settled in next to him on the couch, she assessed the damage (that which was seen and that which was assumed) and decided that this mission hadn't been a success but it hadn't been a bust, either.