[ She isn't sure what to make of that question. They're perfect strangers, even with Steve being a mutual acquaintance (for lack of a better word). The fact that he trusts her makes Natasha all right in her book, but beyond that, she's reserving judgement — and information. Force of habit, nothing personal. ]

Well, [ she begins after a moment, ] apart from the undead dragon that went on a rampage through two cities, razed the ground between them, and tried to bring down the sky with magic — not to mention my broken wrist — [ Peggy shrugs, takes another bite. ] Fair to middling. This bagel is doing wonders for my mood.