Just one of those days, feeling like a freight train
Who: Banner and Romanov
When: Post-mission for Natasha
Where: Avengers Tower
What: Somebody actually owns up to needing a little TLC
Natasha smiled as she limped up the stairs. It had been so long since a mission had gone so well. Go in, get the information, get out. Nothing too strenuous, no complications, and, best of all, it had taken a day less than her original estimate. Her lip twinged as her smile grew, pulling on the cut until it reopened. Natasha couldn't care less about the blood; compared to what had already gone into this mission, what was a drop more?
Natasha briefly considered returning to her room, but discarded the idea quickly. With Clint still on assignment, there was nothing in her room that interested her. Euphoria from a job so well done would keep her awake, and so her bed was currently useless. Examining the landing she was on, she nodded sharply to herself. She'd pay a visit to this floor's inhabitant.
Making her way to the door to the living quarters, she rapped it sharply with her uninjured hand. As it creaked open, Natasha summoned up her best grin. "Hello, Bruce. Do you mind if I take you up on that offer of tea?"
When: Post-mission for Natasha
Where: Avengers Tower
What: Somebody actually owns up to needing a little TLC
Natasha smiled as she limped up the stairs. It had been so long since a mission had gone so well. Go in, get the information, get out. Nothing too strenuous, no complications, and, best of all, it had taken a day less than her original estimate. Her lip twinged as her smile grew, pulling on the cut until it reopened. Natasha couldn't care less about the blood; compared to what had already gone into this mission, what was a drop more?
Natasha briefly considered returning to her room, but discarded the idea quickly. With Clint still on assignment, there was nothing in her room that interested her. Euphoria from a job so well done would keep her awake, and so her bed was currently useless. Examining the landing she was on, she nodded sharply to herself. She'd pay a visit to this floor's inhabitant.
Making her way to the door to the living quarters, she rapped it sharply with her uninjured hand. As it creaked open, Natasha summoned up her best grin. "Hello, Bruce. Do you mind if I take you up on that offer of tea?"