[Steve, meanwhile, remains leaned forward toward her, shoulders hunched. He's not exactly at attention, but he's in no position to relax right now. He's going to have to get to sleep at some point, seeing how he's still nursing his injuries, but that can wait until they've hashed this all out.]

He's been asking about what happened to me. [His gaze drops down to the mug that's being held by both his hands, and he lets out a sigh.] I've kept it as vague as I could. Just said that someone attacked me on a mission and had really good aim.

[If Natasha doesn't think that's good enough, then she's welcome to offer more suggestions. At least the wounds should heal up within a few days, and then it can be a matter of out of sight, out of mind.]