I don't scare that easily.

[And wouldn't Natasha like to leave it at that. But she can't quite help but clarify.]

Have you ever parachuted, Agent Carter? Or maybe climb a building without lines, and end up dangling from one hand? Something where it's just you and gravity, and there's not enough room left to be afraid?

Something like that.

[Something between dread and fatalism, because at that point you know either you're going to make it or you won't.]