[His hand lingers along the warmth of her skin for a few long moments before dropping away.] It starts feeling weird, you let me know, and I'll see what I can do to help. Might not be much, but hey, I can help Steve with his aloe at the spots he can't reach, so maybe whatever I can do is...not nothing.

[Doing anything at all feels better. It's all the shit he can do nothing about that drives him up the wall. They aren't powerful, they aren't super, and they aren't mutants. The two of them, they're just people. Extremely capable, extensively trained people. But bog standard humans nevertheless.]

Magic itself doesn't scare me, Natasha. I told the kid as much. It's weird, but it's easy to get used to weird when you fight a robot invasion in a flying city and fight modern Nazis with laser weapons and have alien gods fight alongside you. It's all about the intent of the person using the magic. You wanna heat up my coffee hands free, be my guest. You wanna use me or my friends as puppets, we're gonna have some words. Magical things happening to us without any real rhyme or reason, I'm not a big fan of.