Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

Well her honeyed voice and it's sultry tones could have once whipped him into a frenzy, now, all he can think of is how he's suspicious - there's too many memories that swarm around what had happened to him when he'd been kept captive and how hard he'd fought to overcome the situation. Stark looked her over and found no flaws; not that he truly expected any. Natasha was respectful, which was nice, and a little unexpected. 

"Really, Natasha? Not one of the things you pictured for me?" He asked, keeping his voice rather neutral. 

No one could even suggest he'd get to the point he was at - Stark didn't expect it for himself after all, and this brought a lot into light. He wasn't sure about his life, but he was sure that he was trying and he couldn't ask for anything else. She sounded like Pepper, the male realized, and that was a thought he hadn't considered before - the two redheads could be alike, especially in their criticism of one another. "But here I am, and this is my Keep."