“That sort of defeats the purpose,” Natasha countered.
Sipping slowly at her tea, she watched Clint get settled again. He still looked so tired and she wondered if the nightmares had kept him up again. If so, at least they hadn’t been the disorienting and violent type if the only harm done was a little sleep loss. He seemed in good enough spirits, though, so she hoped that meant he had made it through one night without being haunted.
“I will,” she agreed, and she was determined to try to do so. Shifting her mug to one hand, she ran the fingers of the other gently through his hair. He looked rather adorable all curled up like that and she made sure to commit the picture to memory.
Settling a little more against the headboard, Natasha closed her eyes and let the warmth of the tea and the comfortable silence envelop her. The worst of the morning seemed to be over.
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Date: 2014-11-10 06:53 pm (UTC)From:Sipping slowly at her tea, she watched Clint get settled again. He still looked so tired and she wondered if the nightmares had kept him up again. If so, at least they hadn’t been the disorienting and violent type if the only harm done was a little sleep loss. He seemed in good enough spirits, though, so she hoped that meant he had made it through one night without being haunted.
“I will,” she agreed, and she was determined to try to do so. Shifting her mug to one hand, she ran the fingers of the other gently through his hair. He looked rather adorable all curled up like that and she made sure to commit the picture to memory.
Settling a little more against the headboard, Natasha closed her eyes and let the warmth of the tea and the comfortable silence envelop her. The worst of the morning seemed to be over.