[ Damn it's hard to get any wiggle room in that definition. The set to his jaw tightens for a few seconds, as he considers. And remembers a few things he'd have preferred to not have to think about again. But he comes up with some numbers - it's not that difficult, really. The experiences tend to stand out quite brashly in comparison to what took place around them.

And he's looking at her and trying to figure out why she suddenly needs this sort of information, because he can't really figure out why she wants it now, why she didn't want it before, and it's actually longer he spends standing there trying to figure that part out than it took him to mentally tally all the times he's been or attempted to have been kidnapped and decide whether or not to tell her.

He doesn't want to tell her, but maybe she needs to know. Maybe she's been kidnapped too - he knows she has - and she needs the anchor. That's what he's choosing to believe, because if she's asking because she's retroactively worried about him, well, that reason wouldn't have gotten her a straight answer.

So he shrugs, makes to start moving downstairs anyway as soon as he starts talking, so that she's forced to follow him to his own space if she wants to follow up on it. ] Different rates at different times. Slowed down when I went to boarding school. Then again when I was an adolescent. [ And by now he probably is downstairs, so if she stayed in place and doesn't hear this part, it's totally her own fault. ] Picked back up a little bit with the Avengers, but not too much. [ Back to work, yo. ]