Prompt: "What's the matter sweetie?" "I had a bad dream again."
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It is barely two in the morning and you are trying to sneak your way through the Avenger Compound, with your nightgown fluttering behind you, as you try to make your way to Natasha's room on a different floor, unnoticed. With her room directly above yours, you can usually hear her moving around and tonight is no different.
Only this time, her movements worry you.
Lying in bed, you could hear her pacing around, fumbling around on her desk, the television playing loud. You were sure that when you get to her room all the lights will be on and the room a mess with her trying to keep busy. It is like she is afraid of stopping and giving herself a chance to think. What she might not want to think about, you don't know. But you can just sense her apprehension and stress; there has to be something that you can do for her.
You finally get to her room and softly knock on the door, "Nat? Can I come in?"
The door swings open and Natasha stares at you wide eyed, dark circles under her eyes, and her hair all over the place. It is clear she is in worse condition than you thought.
"H-hey. What's the matter sweetie?" she says, trying to keep her voice steady.
You cock an eyebrow at her, "I think I should be asking you that Nat."
You push your way past her and the room is exactly how you pictured, a complete mess. You let out a sigh and make your way around the room. Turning the television down and then off, picking up some of the stray items she has thrown around the room, you try to bring some order to her chaos. You turn to face Natasha, finding her leaning against the wall, head down with her hair covering her eyes.
You walk up to her, taking her hand in your own and tilting her face up to meet your gaze. You can see tears swimming in her eyes and your heart breaks for her.
"Natasha, tell me, what's wrong sweetie?" you ask gently, stroking your thumb over the back of her hand.
Natasha lets out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch, her features visibly relax as she lets her walls fall with you.
"I had a bad dream again. I-I've been getting them a lot lately. Ever since…"
You don't need her to continue, knowing exactly what she is going to say. Ever since the last mission that went so horribly wrong. Everyone has suffered to some extent after that mission.
You give Natasha a sad smile and tug her over to the bed, crawling in and signal for her to do the same. She curls into your body as you hug her close. She nuzzles her face into your neck and lets out a long sigh, content in your arms. Your breast pressed together, legs intertwined.
"Next time, come to me, please Nat. I hate to see or hear you upset. I will do all I can within my power to make it all better." You whisper to her, pressing your lips to the crown of her head.
In no time, Natasha is drifting off into the first peaceful night's sleep she has had in days. And soon, you are following right behind her.