While Clint didn't mind being helped by Natasha when he was really down with something, right now he needed to force this exhaustion out of his bones himself, at least enough to move right again. If he started that now... If he let himself be eaten up by what was dragging down his mind... Then the day wouldn't be far, when he wouldn't want to get up in the morning. He had no plans of getting to that point.
He got up slower this time, after he had pushed the worst of cramps out of his legs and wiggled his way out of his clothes, and rested on the sink for a moment until he could be sure, he wouldn't be falling on his silly ass again. The warm water of a quick shower helped, at least a little, and it would give Natasha a few minutes of her own to restore herself.
"Just gonna get an orange or something or my stomach will probably wake you up at midnight", he remarked with half a rueful grin when he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. "And then I'm pretty ready to crash, to be honest. Tomorrow, if you want, we can always... Oh fuck, tell me, I'm dreaming."
Whatever he had just wanted to say, ended in an unbelieving, half amused, half horrified yelp when he opened the bathroom door and found something he definitely hadn't expected on the TV table.
All of the remaining fruit had been thoroughly licked or bitten into. A half full water glass had fallen and just dripped its lest remains into the carpet. The flowers that Angelina had left on the table had lost most of its blossoms. And in the middle of this whole mess sat a certain little black devil and meowed at him obviously completely satisfied.
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Date: 2014-03-29 12:21 am (UTC)From:While Clint didn't mind being helped by Natasha when he was really down with something, right now he needed to force this exhaustion out of his bones himself, at least enough to move right again. If he started that now... If he let himself be eaten up by what was dragging down his mind... Then the day wouldn't be far, when he wouldn't want to get up in the morning. He had no plans of getting to that point.
He got up slower this time, after he had pushed the worst of cramps out of his legs and wiggled his way out of his clothes, and rested on the sink for a moment until he could be sure, he wouldn't be falling on his silly ass again. The warm water of a quick shower helped, at least a little, and it would give Natasha a few minutes of her own to restore herself.
"Just gonna get an orange or something or my stomach will probably wake you up at midnight", he remarked with half a rueful grin when he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. "And then I'm pretty ready to crash, to be honest. Tomorrow, if you want, we can always...
Oh fuck, tell me, I'm dreaming."
Whatever he had just wanted to say, ended in an unbelieving, half amused, half horrified yelp when he opened the bathroom door and found something he definitely hadn't expected on the TV table.
All of the remaining fruit had been thoroughly licked or bitten into. A half full water glass had fallen and just dripped its lest remains into the carpet. The flowers that Angelina had left on the table had lost most of its blossoms. And in the middle of this whole mess sat a certain little black devil and meowed at him obviously completely satisfied.