So it's ya girl, back at it again starting another multi chaptered fic.
Tw's: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abuse, sexual abuse, neglect, sickness, stealing and general crime etc.
Ages are all around 15/16.
Also I have no real plan, I'm just writing what comes to my head.
Leave a comment and enjoy!
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"Natasha?" Clint asked softly, closing the door behind him.
They'd been staying in some kind of abandoned flats and in the dim light coming from the single window, Clint could see Natasha's red hair sticking out the blanket.
He walked over to the pile of ratty towels and blankets, kneeling down but not touching the figure.
"Tasha, it's time to wake up." He said, voice louder.
The figure stirred and a head popped out.
"Clint?" She murmured, rubbing her eyes and wincing as she moved into a sitting position.
"Hey, you didn't wake up whilst I was gone?" He frowned, touching the back of his hand to her forehead.
Natasha shrugged, pulling back. "I'm fine." She murmured.
"You're still hot." He sighed, opening his jacket and placing down a bottle of Gatorade, painkillers and cold and flu medicine.
"Where are the others?" Natasha reached for the bottle, her voice cracking. They hadn't had anything to drink for a while.
"Tony and Bruce caught the free bus to the next town, they're going to the shelter to get some warm food. Steve and Bucky went to look for cleaner sheets." He shook a couple of pills into his hand and passed them over.
Natasha barely supressed a cough as she took the pills with a trickle of Gatorade.
"More, Natasha, the others will bring some water back. You need that."
The redhead sighed, taking another sip and placing the bottle on the ground.
"It's just a cold." She shrugged, moving to the left of the blankets so Clint could sit on them instead of on the concrete.
"Maybe, but we can't let it get worse." He murmured, sitting beside her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"Now what?" She mumbled, a common question.
Their days revolved around getting food, staying warm and trying to entertain themselves.
"You get some more rest." He murmured, guiding her head to his shoulder.
...
When Natasha next woke up, her eyes felt heavy and she heard voices.
"I dunno, man, her fevers not going down."
"We can't go to the hospital, you know that."
"Yeah." A voice snapped. "I do. But the meds aren't working, we've been giving them to her for days and nothing."
Natasha didn't want to alert them that she'd been listening, but her chest was burning.
Coughing painfully, she blinked her eyes open to find five concerned pairs of eyes on her.
Clint pressed the bottle to her lips and she swallowed the Gatorade.
"Hey Red." Tony murmured, putting a Styrofoam bowl in front of her.
"They were giving soup today." Bruce murmured. "Tony distracted the guy so I could get a couple more portions."
Natasha smiled weakly, opening the lid. It was still warm.
"Me and Buck snagged some crackers on the way back." Steve smiled, handing her a packet.
"Thanks." She said warmly, holding the bowl in her hands for a moment before digging in.
Everyone talked amongst themselves, about what they'd gotten that day.
"Yeah and they just had a box outside their letterbox, like who just leaves shit at their doorstep, too lazy to take it to the store?" Bucky shrugged, opening his backpack.
"Look at this shit, it's perfectly fine." He shook his head.
"There's even a pack of cards." He laughed, placing what he'd gotten in a line.
A pack of cards, a couple of hats and gloves, some books and a sleeping bag.
Tony reached for the sleeping bag, unzipping it. "This is big enough for at least half of us unfolded." He grinned.
Clint grabbed one of the hats, tugging it down over Natasha's red hair.
She rolled her eyes but let him, still dipping crackers into her soup.
"If you feel up to it, the rec centre is open tomorrow. Free showers, actual heating, pool table." Steve grinned.
Bruce sighed. "Are we sure we can risk it? They might get suspicious."
"The place is full of kids, they won't know that we're homeless." Bucky shrugged.
"A shower sounds great." Natasha murmured, her voice hoarse, even after drinking.
"We'll see how you feel tomorrow." Clint murmured.
"Hey we got cookies too." Tony hummed. "They were on the past-date table, but they're still good." He shrugged, breaking the two cookies into six pieces and handing them out.
Everyone seemed to relax a little, enjoying their piece of cookie and settling under the sleeping bag and blankets.
"Damn that's cosy." Bucky murmured, the six of them pressed up close to each other.
"Warmest I've been in ages." Bruce agreed, picking up one of the books and flicking through it. Tony looked over his shoulder as he read.
Bucky and Steve flicked through the cards. "All there." Steve grinned, setting them out for a game of solitaire.
Natasha nuzzled up to Clint, the latter shaking out a couple more meds and giving them to her.
"See, we can do this on our own." Clint murmured, taking Natasha's hand and pressing a kiss to her palm.
As it turned out, they really couldn't do it on their own.