Natasha was practically squirming at the sheer question, and it made him sad. By now she should know that she could be weak in front of him, that he wouldn't ever judge her for it. That nothing made him happier than helping her when she needed it.
But there wasn't anyone who understood better where this notion was coming from, why she was that way, and it already had gotten much better with time. So he didn't say anything, didn't assure her again that he would be there with anything anytime she needed it. That she should really know by now.
Instead he stopped at the cabinet and got out a soft pair of trackpants and a sweater - one of hers for a change - for her. The morning was feeling cooler than it had been in the last days, and Clint had an idea, autumn had finally arrived.
He put the things on the bed, in easy reach for Natasha, and leaned down to kiss her temple and put her messed up hair out of her face gently. It hurt, seeing her that way, sick and weak, it always did, but it would pass, and he wanted to do his best to help that process. He thought about taking the bucket to the bathroom for a second but let it be then, in case the nausea wasn't completely gone yet.
"Back in a minute, beautiful", he murmured soothingly and hurried to get to the kitchen then.
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Date: 2014-11-06 09:25 pm (UTC)From:But there wasn't anyone who understood better where this notion was coming from, why she was that way, and it already had gotten much better with time. So he didn't say anything, didn't assure her again that he would be there with anything anytime she needed it. That she should really know by now.
Instead he stopped at the cabinet and got out a soft pair of trackpants and a sweater - one of hers for a change - for her. The morning was feeling cooler than it had been in the last days, and Clint had an idea, autumn had finally arrived.
He put the things on the bed, in easy reach for Natasha, and leaned down to kiss her temple and put her messed up hair out of her face gently. It hurt, seeing her that way, sick and weak, it always did, but it would pass, and he wanted to do his best to help that process. He thought about taking the bucket to the bathroom for a second but let it be then, in case the nausea wasn't completely gone yet.
"Back in a minute, beautiful", he murmured soothingly and hurried to get to the kitchen then.