"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" Barton said as he walked into the room. His voice sounded bored though not unkind. Truth to tell, it was just his way of hiding any would-be emotion.
Natasha didn't need to see to know it was Clint. Her expression changed as she heard his voice and the tight lines around her mouth relaxed a little. The bandages were still in place over her eyes so all she could do was turn her head in his direction. "You know me. Can't let you have all the fun."
He took a moment to take in the scene before moving further into the room. His focus fell immediately on her bandaged eyes once he'd assessed the situation and for a second he stayed quiet as a feeling of guilt--better her than me--formed in his mind. He shook off the feeling with the fact that it probably was better her than him--what good was a blind sniper? besides, she could probably still beat his ass in one-on-one hand-to-hand in this condition--and reassured himself that it was all right because truthfully he wished it hadn't happened at all.
He took a seat next to her and then bumped her with his shoulder just to let her get a gauge for how close/far away he was. "Doesn't look fun to me," he replied quietly.
Truth was she was relieved it was her. Clint was the best sniper she knew, and this would have killed him. She hated it, hated being suddenly thrown into darkness but if it meant he was spared then she'd carry the burden. She'd adjust. She'd find a way to keep going. Somehow she'd come out on top. Right?
Her lips twitched at the bump before she shifted slightly to accommodate him. "It's a riot. Don't let the bandages fool you. It's like one long game of Murder in the Dark."
"Well, I always did enjoy a good game of Hide and Seek in the dark," he said with a slight smirk. It made his voice sound amused more than he actually felt. But if she were capable of keeping the atmosphere light and joke about it then he would, too, for her sake. "Can't be too much different than that, right?"
"Now you can be jealous." Natasha's hands moved in her lap before she reached out for one of Clint's, fingers curling lightly around his. She didn't know if she could keep the joking up, but it was better than falling into a depression. It wasn't anything she could change now, and she had yet to find out from the doctors how permanent "permanent" meant. "At least I don't have to look at your ugly mug again."
"Oh, yeah, such a relief that must be. Being free of my ruggedly handsome face. I can only imagine," he finished drily. But he managed to tack on a brief chuckle at the end, and his hand squeezed her hand gently.
2 - Sickness, because all the threadsagent_hillMay 17 2012, 01:18:15 UTC
Maria had already been out of work a few days and she couldn't take it anymore. She was certain that sitting at home and doing nothing was going drive her mad before a little fever could do any real damage.
She'd been all ready to put her uniform on and lace up her boots when another coughing fit attacked. There was no way she could go back to work and spread this around. But maybe she could just go out for a little bit, go get some soup.
She pulled on some clothes and did her best not to look sickly as she rode the elevator down to the ground floor of her hotel. A little pneumonia wasn't about to stop her.
yesss give them to me!redinmyledgerMay 17 2012, 07:04:28 UTC
Natasha had been on her way to see Hill. The other agent hadn't been answering her phone and all hell had broken loose at the make shift base they'd set up while the clean up in New York continued. Most of SHIELD operated from the helicarrier, but those continually down on the ground working around the clock kept to the base.
And the lucky few had rooms at a hotel. Natasha stopped mid-stride as she caught sight of the brunette, and whether or not they were close even she could see that Hill wasn't her usual self. She rethought her approach, and took out her phone before Maria had a chance to realise Natasha was there to punch in a message to Coulson to get him to think up a plan B.
Hill was going to be kept well away from work. Natasha's phone went back into her pocket and she intercepted Hill to grab her arm and take her back towards the elevators. "Hate to break it to you, Maria, but you're not fooling anyone. Back up to bed, or I taser you here and now."
"But--" Maria croaked, not really having the strength to fight Natasha. "I was just going to get some soup..."
She threw a longing look at the hotel exit and the outside world. She'd gotten so close. And now she was being taken back to her prison of a hotel room.
"Mmhmm, sure. But I'm not going to be the one to clean you up off the street if you collapse. Better I get you back to your room and keep the mess contained." And yes, she may have just referred to Maria as a 'mess'. Natasha's comforting skills took a little while to warm up.
She was hardly a natural nurturer unless you were Barton. And even then it was never public or anywhere that could be seen. "You get rid of the germs and then you can leave."
Maria sighed and let Natasha drag her back to her room. She really didn't have the strength for this. She didn't even argue about the fact that she'd just been referred to as a 'mess.' Natasha was probably right about that.
"I've been stuck in this hotel for three days, Romanoff," she groaned, keying the door open. She folded her arms under her chest and went to go sit on the bed, letting Natasha follow if she so desired. Truthfully, she'd rather that the woman stay, despite their differences. She could use the company. "I think I'm going insane in here."
Natasha did follow and automatically picked up the phone to order a few things from room service and then she walked around to open up the curtains and let the sunshine in. "Is it any wonder when you're living like a mushroom? Contrary to popular belief, keeping the blinds closed only works if you have a migraine."
She slipped out of her jacket and set the files down before she found the remote for the television and put it on the movie channel. Something diverting that didn't involve aliens or explosions. "It's not that I don't sympathise with you, of course I do. I hate being confined just as much but sometimes it's needed."
She sighed, relenting. She scooted back on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, pulling the sleeves of her sweater up to cover her hands. "I don't even remember the last time I was sick."
She turned to look curiously at the files Natasha had brought, quirking an eyebrow. "Did you bring some work with you? Is it for me?"
"That would make two of us, but you are still human. Right?" Natasha shot her a look that was partially amused. "Those cyborg rumours just won't go away."
She moved to pick up the files and brought them over. "They were. I don't really know if you should be reading them now but maybe it'll keep you quiet."
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He took a seat next to her and then bumped her with his shoulder just to let her get a gauge for how close/far away he was. "Doesn't look fun to me," he replied quietly.
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Her lips twitched at the bump before she shifted slightly to accommodate him. "It's a riot. Don't let the bandages fool you. It's like one long game of Murder in the Dark."
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She'd been all ready to put her uniform on and lace up her boots when another coughing fit attacked. There was no way she could go back to work and spread this around. But maybe she could just go out for a little bit, go get some soup.
She pulled on some clothes and did her best not to look sickly as she rode the elevator down to the ground floor of her hotel. A little pneumonia wasn't about to stop her.
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And the lucky few had rooms at a hotel. Natasha stopped mid-stride as she caught sight of the brunette, and whether or not they were close even she could see that Hill wasn't her usual self. She rethought her approach, and took out her phone before Maria had a chance to realise Natasha was there to punch in a message to Coulson to get him to think up a plan B.
Hill was going to be kept well away from work. Natasha's phone went back into her pocket and she intercepted Hill to grab her arm and take her back towards the elevators. "Hate to break it to you, Maria, but you're not fooling anyone. Back up to bed, or I taser you here and now."
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She threw a longing look at the hotel exit and the outside world. She'd gotten so close. And now she was being taken back to her prison of a hotel room.
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She was hardly a natural nurturer unless you were Barton. And even then it was never public or anywhere that could be seen. "You get rid of the germs and then you can leave."
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"I've been stuck in this hotel for three days, Romanoff," she groaned, keying the door open. She folded her arms under her chest and went to go sit on the bed, letting Natasha follow if she so desired. Truthfully, she'd rather that the woman stay, despite their differences. She could use the company. "I think I'm going insane in here."
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She slipped out of her jacket and set the files down before she found the remote for the television and put it on the movie channel. Something diverting that didn't involve aliens or explosions. "It's not that I don't sympathise with you, of course I do. I hate being confined just as much but sometimes it's needed."
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She turned to look curiously at the files Natasha had brought, quirking an eyebrow. "Did you bring some work with you? Is it for me?"
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She moved to pick up the files and brought them over. "They were. I don't really know if you should be reading them now but maybe it'll keep you quiet."
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