He huffs out what's close to a laugh. Cell reception in Asgard. Funny? A little. He continues watching the spider slowly making it's way over the ceiling. She's right. They're connected, somehow, someway. Red strings of fate are a thing in some folklore (Hey, he reads) but this isn't that. He's pretty sure, anyway.

"I've had the tattoo, since before HYDRA got me." He murmurs. Which means, long before her birth. So, the question becomes.... "When did you get yours?" He raises his head, watching the top of her head. It's really hard to lift his head. Harder than it should be. He's exhausted.