They finally landed, and Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. She was tired of flying and missions and wanted nothing more than to go back to she and Rocky's shared apartment, take a long, hot shower, and fall asleep in her warm bed. Natasha glanced over at Rocky, who still was passed out with her head rested on her shoulder. Natasha looked over at Steve, who was waiting for the bay doors to open so they could leave, and rolled her eyes, looking pointedly down at Rocky.
Steve simply shrugged and smirked in response as Natasha began to rather violently shake Rocky's other arm, the one that wasn't crushed against Natasha. Steve's eyes widened. "Don't rip her arm off, Romanoff. She might need it." He teased as the doors opened. Natasha smirked as Rocky shot up, glaring at the redhead. "OW!"
"What? I had to wake you up somehow, dear." Natasha said innocently, standing to her feet and stretching. Rocky rolled her bluish green eyes and groaned, standing to her feet. "I am so ready to go home…" Rocky muttered as she and Natasha got off the jet, following Steve into SHEILD. "Same." Natasha agreed.
"Regular clothes would be fantabulous as well." Rocky added, following Natasha into the locker room where bags with street clothes were kept. Natasha chuckled and shook her head in mock disapproval. "Fantabulous. What are you, six?" She teased. Rocky laughed and playfully punched Natasha's arm. "I happen to like that word." She defended, grabbing her bag and stepping into a dressing room, closing the door behind her. Natasha smirked, grabbing her own bag and doing the same.
Rocky and Natasha sat on their couch, Chinese takeout in their laps, and Game of Thrones playing on the TV. Both were in their sweats, and they hadn't moved for the past two hours. Rocky cringed through yet another bloody and overly violent death as Natasha tilted her head to the side.
You've gotta admit, this show is pretty damn realistic." Natasha said, looking over at Rocky, who was still hiding behind her takeout. "No shit." She said before shoving a forkful of rice in her mouth. Natasha smirked and turned her gaze back to the TV as Danaerys Targaryen appeared on the screen.
"Yes! Finally! Watch the queen conquer!" Rocky cheered, throwing both hands in the air. Natasha burst out laughing and shook her head. "Oh, my god. You are such a dork." She said. Rocky rolled her eyes. "Mark my words, she's gonna get the freakin throne in the end." Rocky said seriously, pointing her fork at Natasha.
Natasha smirked as her phone suddenly began to ring. "Hello? Maria, slow down. Shit, I'll be right there. "Natasha said quickly, handing Rocky her plate and jumping off the couch. "What's up?" Rocky asked, confusion written all over her face. Natasha looked back at her as she headed to her bedroom. "Fury's down."