Please, Natasha. Or if you prefer, Natalie. [She'll answer by either, but he has to pick one now. Ma'am is only endearing for so long and then it begins to get under her skin.]

That's good, it'll give you something to work with. [Their car begins to pull into a line with others, soon they'll be in front of a nice looking, but hardly spectacular hotel lobby. Surrounded by people that probably read about events like Tony Stark's in the magazines, and had no hope of actually attending one.]

Let's have a happy high school reunion, Rogers. Or, I suppose I should say 'let's go bucks'. [In references to the class' mascot, a pirateish buccaneer that resembled no historical pirate that Natasha was ever familiar with.]