After Bruce left Natasha after the battle with Ultron, Nat flew back to that rowdy little bar in the middle of nowhere to see Harry. She wanted to drink until her head spun or at least until she passed out. Harry welcomed her back with a smile. They hadn't seen each other outside of T.V. for almost two years, what with Shield's collapse and Ultron. Harry looked a little pale but Nat dismissed it as just the lighting. Nothing had changed too much since she was last there and that somehow comforted Natasha. Even if the world was invaded by robots or aliens or who knows what else, this rowdy little bar would still be here and that assured Nat that somethings were just going to happen.

Nat drank the same drink as last time except this time it had a name – the Widow's Bite. Natasha looked at Harry when he said the name softly to her while smirking. She noticed again that he was a little pale and his eyes were a bit more tired. She smirked back at him. Nat wondered how it felt to age, to have a family. Just like that, the whole story of Steve, Sam, Bruce, Ultron, Tony, and Clint all came out. Harry withstood it and listened with an open mind and Nat felt like she could breathe again. Clint had his family and Nat had Harry. In a way, she was glad that Bruce had left her and went his own way because she doubted that she would have come back to Harry otherwise.

Harry was leaning on the counter with his back to her when she walked in the next day. He didn't notice her for a moment so she cleared her throat and he turned around slowly, as if he were avoiding a fainting spell or was dizzy. He smiled brightly at her, though and she noticed that it only made his appearance marginally better. "And here I thought I was the one who was drunk last night." Harry chuckled at Natasha's dry wit and quickly made his way to the stove to whip up some breakfast for her. As she started eating, she noticed that Harry had turned away from her. She frowned at his odd behavior and noticed that he was shaking.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Natasha asked, abandoning her large breakfast of three waffles and fruits. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" He swiftly turned around, trying to give her a reassuring smile, but failing miserably. "What is wrong?" She demanded of her best friend because somehow, between being drugged asleep with really good drinks and amazing breakfasts, Harry had become her best friend. The news that hit came with all of the force of one Hulk's punches. There was no way Harry could have possibly gotten cancer. Not her best friend.