While Clint took care of the kitten Natasha managed to make it to the bathroom with the bucket despite how weak her legs felt. Dumping the contents of the bucket in the toilet, she threw up a little more before rinsing everything and flushing it all away. She had just made it back to the bed when Clint came back inside, this time curled up facing the edge where she’d replaced the bucket in case she needed it again.

“Told you she’d come around,” she said, giving him a weak smile. He looked about as awful as she felt, and she hated that he was going through this because of her, while at the same time she was grateful that he was with her.