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4.) Thor

It had taken two days after Thor said he'd be coming to turn up, Natasha guessed they weren't exactly versed in Earth's dates and times.

Natasha was the only one in the tower, Clint was at Shield, Tony and Bruce were off at some presentation and Steve was clearing out his Brooklyn apartment.

She was laying across the sofa, under a mountain of blankets and pumping herself full of green tea. She could feel the beginnings of a killer cold and figured that whilst she was alone, she could rest up.

When the thunder and lightning rolled across the sky, she sat up, wincing at the pain in her head.

"Great timing." She murmured, but wasn't actually annoyed. She wasn't the only one that missed Thor when he was gone for a while.

They'd been planning on taking him around New York and doing general tourist stuff but Natasha really wasn't in the mood for crowds and stares from strangers.

"Friends, I have returned!" Thor's voice boomed around the room as he entered.

"Thor!" Natasha grinned, pushing off her pile of blankets and getting to her feet.

"Lady Natasha, where is everyone?" He enveloped her in a hug that she returned.

"All out, just me at the moment." She said quietly. "Sorry."

"Tis no problem, it will be nice to spend some time with you." He smiled, sitting on the sofa. He critically examined the blankets, tissues and tea and frowned.

"Natasha, are you sick?" He asked, audibly lowering his voice.

"A little." She sighed, sitting back beside him, shivering.

Thor picked up the top blanket and draped it over her shoulders, looking concerned.

"Should I call for a doctor?"

"No, no, it's just...Midgardians get these things called colds quite often, it's really nothing." She shrugged.

"If you are unwell, I have no issue staying here with you, I've been eager to catch up on those shows you all watch."

"Actually...that would be great." She smiled, relieved.

"Then that is what we should do." He patted her shoulder. "Lay down again, if you wish."

"Ugh, I am sorry." She mumbled, a little embarrassed as she did lay down.

Thor tutted and put another blanket on top of her. "There is nothing to be sorry for. My brother was sickly when he was younger and I would often tend to him." He hummed.

"Thanks, Thor." She said softly.

"Is there anything I can get for you? I could try to make you something to eat-" he looked dubious.

"That's okay, there's some soup in the fridge I can heat it up." She mumbled, moving to push herself back up.

Thor easily held her back down.

"I can do it. Do I...make a fire?" He frowned.

Natasha chuckled. "Do you remember the microwave? We made popcorn in there last time you came."

"Aye, I can do that." He smiled, standing.

Natasha was expecting an explosion or the sound of cursing from the kitchen but instead she just heard the microwave ping and then Thor was carrying a bowl over to her.

"It may be a little too hot." He looked a little flushed.

"That's okay, I prefer it like that." She smiled. "Thank you." She murmured, taking the bowl.

As she ate, she turned the tv back on. "Any preference?"

"I did enjoy that show about funny men-guards." He hummed.

"Police men?" She asked, flicking through the channels.

"Brooklyn nine nine?" She hovered over the option.

"Ah, yes!" Thor beamed. "It was very amusing."

Natasha just smiled and turned the show on, finishing her soup.

They watched in comfortable silence for a couple of hours but as it neared the evening, Natasha could barely keep her eyes open.

She didn't feel great and suddenly closing her eyes felt like the best thing to do to avoid the swirling of the room.

...

She awoke to the sound of voices and she reluctantly surfaced her head from the blankets and peered around.

"Evening." Tony smirked.

"You feeling okay, Tasha? Thor said you were sick." Clint looked worried.

"Just a cold." She mumbled, rubbing her temples and sitting up.

"Bruce is getting you some meds." He said softly. Clint knew she hated being sick, hated the weakness she felt.

"Thanks." She mumbled, flushing a little.

"You wanna head to your room?" He asked quietly, gaze meeting hers.

"Yeah." She admitted quietly. "The room is still spinning." She groaned, heaving her aching body from the sofa.

She hadn't realised she'd been somewhat draped over Thor. She flushed harder and took a few tentative steps forward.

"Shit-" She mumbled, recognising the dark spots around her vision.

Clint was at her side immediately, arm around her waist as he lowered her to sit on the floor.

"Nat?" He asked softly, concern in his eyes.

"I'm okay. I just...don't think I'm gonna make it to my room." She sighed.

"That's okay." Clint looked up at Thor.

Clint could easily lift Natasha but Thor was hovering and looking worried.

"Thor, bud, would you be able to take Nat to her room?"

"Of course." He nodded, bending down and lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

If this had happened a couple of months ago, Natasha would have been very very embarrassed and would have insisted on walking. As it was now, she was only slightly embarrassed and didn't feel like dragging herself to her room anyway.

"Thanks Thor." She murmured, cheeks flushed as he carried her through the halls.

"My pleasure, Lady Natasha."