Natasha has already spend several minutes focusing on giving Captain America a run for his money when it comes to training equipment destruction by the time Phil arrives. She knows he's there but she doesn't stop just yet. She's still trying to drown out the last words Clint said to her about the job she took in Russia before she left. He was teasing, she was teasing back and they didn't say a proper goodbye. Now Tasha is wondering if that snark about Clint being too much of a baby to wear the 'undercover' clothes she had to on that job might have been her last words to him.

Natasha lets out a sound that sounds almost tortured when her knuckles split as her fist hit the punching bag. It burns, and that makes her more angry. Without hesitation she pulls a gun from her belt and empties the whole clip into the bag, the bullets hardly slowing before the hit the wall. It's reckless, it's hazardous, and foolish and she doesn't give a damn. She's panting as she surveys the destruction she caused. Not her best work, but not bad for five minutes.

Finally Tasha turns, looking right at the man who's been watching her. She tilts her head, her expression blank, her voice void of all the fear and anger she's still feeling. Natasha picks up a clip to reload her gun. Her hand is bleeding through the tape but she ignores it. "I know, that's not regulation use of training equipment." She's hoping for a lecture now, because she doesn't want to hear Phil say 'Fury wants you to do this' or 'Fury needs you to do that.' but that's what she figures is coming.