Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

The look doesn't go unnoticed and Stark holds back the things he wants to say, choosing instead to opt for an attempt a calmer response. "I remember plenty about your skills." He said, voice a little gruff. "What I want to know is what you're planning on doing here. What you're wanting to focus on." Because it changed sometimes, people's love and drive for things, and maybe Natasha wants a fresh start. Anyone might. 

"We need a good ambassador." Stark said evenly. "And more defense is always welcome. The pack's founder - he's been gone for months now - believed in secrecy and wanting everything to be all hush hush." He didn't particularly see the need for it, really, and they had no troubles that he knew of. Not other than the internal ones, of course.