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I just realised that it's not putting in the proper spaces between Loki and Natasha's points of view . Sorry for that. It all seems jumbled together now

The next morning, Natasha didn't find herself feeling any better. The nausea was even worse from yesterday's. The majority of her morning was spent in her bathroom, retching, followed by a shower and making herself presentable. After she was dressed in her leather bodysuit, she threw herself back down on her bed. It wasn't until a knock on her door made her finally get up. She answered her door, unfazed at the sight of Clint, clad in his purple and black uniform.

"Ready for training?" he asked. "We can do some target practice."

"Yeah," she agreed. Nothing seemed more appealing than relieving stress with her gun.

"You promised that I would be made a god!" the purple man hissed at Loki.

"The Tesseract is no longer in my possession, Thanos," he reminded him.

"Lies!" Thanos grabbed Loki by the arm and raised him into the air.

Loki clenched his teeth as both of his arms bent back in a most uncomfortable manner.

Thanos threw him to the ground and ripped the shackles away. "Where is it, then, god?"

Loki felt relieved to have his arms freed and rubbed his sore wrists. "I'm sure it is being kept under the highest security by Odin himself."

"Then I trust you will give it back to me…"

Loki conjured up a duplicate of himself and turned to Thanos with his signature smirk. "It would be my pleasure."

While Hawkeye was busy firing arrows at moving targets, Natasha fired off bullets, hitting every target. The moving targets came to a sudden halt, signaling that their session was over.

"That was good," he commented as he leaned his bow against the wall.

Natasha finally managed to catch her breath as she lowered her gun. The scent of the smoke lingering in the air brought back the feeling of nausea. She stuffed her gun back into the holster on her thigh and went to take a seat at a bench away from the shooting area.

"Natasha?" Clint approached her with a worried look.

"Shit," she breathed as she buried her hands in her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"I have to go," she quickly told him.

"Natasha!" Before she could go, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Let go, Clint!" she growled as she tried to pull her wrist free.

"Was it something I said?" he asked. "Why are you mad at me?"

She shook her head and placed a hand over her mouth as she stomped on his foot with her heel.

He released her and watched as she ran to the bathroom.

"I can keep you hidden, but before we get the Tesseract, I need for you to aid me in getting rid of a… bodyguard to Odin," Loki explained. He had placed an invisibility charm upon Thanos and himself as they prepared to leave the dreary dungeon.

"The Tesseract comes first," he growled.

"Yes," Loki nodded as he stared up at the man, "but keep in mind Odin has guards. If we eliminate them, the Tesseract will come to us more easily."

Thanos glared at him through narrowed eyes. "It's your life on the line," he reminded him.

Loki turned on his heel and led him out of the twisting dark passageway and into the light of the outer reaches of Odin's kingdom. He squinted his eyes upon seeing the sunlight. There was a breeze, which he was more than grateful for after his time in confinement. Still weak, he led Thanos towards the direction of the throne room.

"Tasha? You okay in there?" Clint called from outside the bathroom. There was silence, only worrying him further. "Natasha? I'm coming in!" He threw open the door and saw her sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest. "Are you alright?"

She stared ahead of her at nothing in particular. Her mouth opened to speak, but the words failed her. Her mind was racing and she mentally tried reassuring herself, but her efforts were failing as reality sunk in. It had been just over six weeks since Thor and Loki had left. Just over six weeks since she and Loki had sex. With this in mind, along with her recent and unexplainable nausea, she began to question her body's functioning. "I need to talk to Fury," she weakly managed to say.