Morning came. Because it always did, and the first thing Natasha noticed when she woke up were the angry red marks on her forearms. Her left wrist hurt a lot and had started bleeding again, but that was probably due to the handcuffs.
Then, the panic set in. She could not allow her teammates to find out she was cutting. Immediately, she grabbed the handcuff key from her bedside table and unlocked it, releasing her wrist. Natasha then went to the bathroom to wash the blood off her wrist.
After that, the first order of business was getting changed. Natasha grabbed a long sleeved black shirt and black jeans.
She brushed her hair, and, finally satisfied with her appearance went to the elevator.
Once she got down to the communal floor, she saw Steve making scrambled eggs with bits of ham for breakfasr.
"Good morning, Steve." She greeted.
"Morning, Nat." He responded. "Do you want some?" He asked. Gesturing toward the eggs he was making.
"Yes please."
One by one, the rest of the team filed in. Once they were seated, they were quick to grab some of the eggs Steve had made.
Most of the meal passes in silence until Clint and Thor started fighting over the last bits of eggs. Tony was cheering them on, because of course he was. Come on, it was Tony.
Natasha rolled her eyes as Thor- surprise, surprise- won the fight and managed to take the last of the eggs.
Once everyone was finished, Natasha went to the training room.
"Hey, Nat." Clint said
"Hi, Clint."
"Wanna spar?"
"And beat your ass?" Natasha smirked. "You bet."
The two got in the ring and started sparring. Natasha was still in her long-sleeved shirt from breakfast, while Clint had changed out of his T-shirt into a tank top. The rest of the team, came in, started trainining, and on occasion, would glance at the sparring match.
After a little bit, Natasha had gotten the upper hand, but then Clint kicked at her upper body, and because of her movement, the kick hit her left arm right where the worst cuts were, causing her to hiss in pain as she felt her cuts tear open and start to bleed. Clint gave her a funny look, but Natasha swept his legs out from under him, and pinned him tonthe ground; winning.
"Hah!" She said triumphantly, to cover up her slip-up. "You still suck, Barton. Might wanna take some more classes." At that, she got up and exited the training room promptly.
Once she was sure none of her teammates could see her, she ran to the elevator, hit the button for the floor her room was in, and rushed to her room.
Natasha pulled up her left sleeve, and panicked when she saw how much blood was pouring out of her wounds. She immediatelt cleaned her arm off again, and this time, she bandaged it before changing into another long-sleeved shirt.
As Natasha made her way downstairs again, she could only hope that no one other than Clint had noticed the moment where she had so obviously been in pain.
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