"Lady Romanoff? Lady Romanoff! Please, awaken!"
Natasha groaned in her sleep and rolled over in bed. Her head was groggy and felt as if someone had dropped kicked her sideways. The sun was creeping in through a window, warming her face. She opened her eyes and spotted Thor.
"Thor.. What's the matter?" She asked; sleep stubbornly holding her mind in its grasp. He stood by her bed, worry was sketched deeply in the lines of his face. Natasha sat up, concerned over his fret, and then let out a shriek. She jumped back, arms flailing, and almost crashes on the other side of the mattress.
Thor stood by her bed, normal as you please. Same face, scruffy beard, bright blue eyes. No muscle was any less puffed out with strength or lock of golden hair out of place. Though, he did only stand at about four feet tall. That was cause enough to lose her head.
"Thor! You're – you're – you're tiny!" She crocked out. Thor clambered onto the bed after her, panic in his eyes.
"I know! I awoke in this strange house –"
"Strange house?"
"- in these strange clothes, in this alien body!" Thor rambled on aimlessly while Natasha began to take in her surroundings. They were in a tiny log cabin it appeared. She glanced outside and saw rolling hills, a perfect sky, and a lovely forest. Climbing from the bed, she looked down and discovered that she wore a light blue dress and white apron.
'Weird', she thought. The dress looked oddly familiar to her. She then got a better look at that Thor had on. He wore tan pants, a matching apron himself, and a red shirt. A scared look flashed through his intense blue eyes and he nervously bounced on the bed.
"Don't worry, big guy, or well… tiny guy, now, huh?" She gave him a small, teasing smile, hoping it would slightly lift his spirits. Thor's chest rose out.
"My frame might be a bit on the miniature side but I am still 'the big guy'!" He said, putting his fists on his hips. Natasha nodded and smiled to herself at his offended look.
"Okay then, biiig guy, let's go figure out where we are." She said, turning and leaving the room. Thor stumbled then jumped off the bed.
"At least I still possess you, Mjolnir.." Thor mumbled to himself, hugging his hammer close as he trailed behind Natasha.
She found the stairs and peeked down them, her spy-self taking over. She descended each step with caution. Once they were both on the bottom step, and gazing around the room, Natasha could have sworn that she had been here before.
"I think we're alone." She whispered and turned around to Thor. Only to find him not there, "Thor?"
Natasha quickly whipped around to try and find him then heard a crashing sound coming from the other room. She ran in there, prepared to take down some bad guys, but instead saw Thor banging away on a chunk of wood and metal. He glanced up at her and shrugged.
"I had a sudden urge to craft a machine that would chop timber into pieces of wood the perfect size for a fire." He merely stated, swinging Mjolnir a few more times.
She rolled her eyes then froze. This cabin. This dress. His size and clothes. The wood chopper.
"Oh no." She let out a tiny gasp, "Oh no!"
Natasha fled the room, jerked the door almost off its hinges, and sprinted outside. Thor quickly ran after her, or at least as quickly as his new legs would allow him. Natasha stood in the middle of the yard, her hands on her head and she was panting.
"Lady Romanoff?" Thor asked, coming to stand next to her. He only came to her chest and so he had to tilt his head back to make eye contact.
She was running her hands through her hair and taking deep breaths. After a few minutes, she cleared her throat and shook her head. Squaring her shoulders, Natasha spun on her heel and stomped off toward the town in the distance.
Thor trotted beside her, "Where are we going?"
"To town."
"Why are we venturing into town?"
"To sing." She simply stated and pushed on. Thor stopped to ponder her answer. Singing wasn't a common occurrence to be held in town, unless it was a day of festivities, and Thor couldn't think of anything to celebrate at the moment. He snapped out of his pondering and raced after Natasha over the little bridge.
