Clint knew only too well how much Natasha hated to be weak - a trait they had always shared - and tried not to make much of an issue of it. And it wasn't. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wasn't a punishment. At least it gave him the feeling, he could help her out a little, while she carried the main burden in all this.
He quickly got rid of these pants he had just put on and climbed in the tub to turn on the shower and find a nice comfortable temperature, then he softly coaxed Natasha to turn around, sit on the inside of the edge, and pulled the curtain close so they wouldn't get everything wet. Then he simply pulled her in his arms and helped her stayed upright with one arm firmly held around her ribcage, while the warm water washed over them both, washing away the last of stupid dreams and stain from nausea.
"Something special you want on your skin?", he murmured against her neck.
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Clint knew only too well how much Natasha hated to be weak - a trait they had always shared - and tried not to make much of an issue of it. And it wasn't. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wasn't a punishment. At least it gave him the feeling, he could help her out a little, while she carried the main burden in all this.
He quickly got rid of these pants he had just put on and climbed in the tub to turn on the shower and find a nice comfortable temperature, then he softly coaxed Natasha to turn around, sit on the inside of the edge, and pulled the curtain close so they wouldn't get everything wet. Then he simply pulled her in his arms and helped her stayed upright with one arm firmly held around her ribcage, while the warm water washed over them both, washing away the last of stupid dreams and stain from nausea.
"Something special you want on your skin?", he murmured against her neck.