"Hey." Natasha looks back at Barry with hurt impatience. "Thirty-five is a solid 'we might not die' and you're not going to get much better in this place." She gives a pleased nod when he finally accepts that it's not the worst situation that they can be in, and she's about to move before he not only questions her, but offers an alternative that's much more dangerous on his part than hers. Natasha isn't used to that, especially not in the middle of combat.

She stares at him for a few lingering seconds, the blaster back in her hand as he positions himself with a promise that he's 'fast', and in any other situation Natasha would most likely argue with the man and tell him to sit his Book Of Mormon Broadway butt back down. She stops herself, though, because the look in his eye isn't fear, it's determination, and people who can look into this situation with determination have seen equal, or worse, many times before. She can't help but crack a smile.

"Looks like Barry is full of surprises." She moves, then, to get into position so she can fire as soon as he takes off. "Hey. If we don't bleed out by the end of this, I'm going to buy you a drink. I swear it's going to be the best damn drink you've ever had, just don't do anything stupid out there and you'll get it, alright? You're twenty one, right?" She looks at him suddenly with a side glance before looking back. "...Just kidding, of course you are."

She doesn't sound certain.

"In position."