[If he walks out of here with just bruised ribs courtesy of Natasha, he'll count himself lucky. In the meantime, he plans to keep one eye on her at all times, as well as one hand ready to draw.]

Why not? Crawlin' around in a cold dark cellar while trying to coax the breath of life into an old machine sounds like a right grand adventure, don't you think? Plus, I wasn't sure anyone else would.