[There is a redhead quietly (As quietly as she can be) creeping into the apartment in the early hours of the morning. She's not wearing her shoes, they're in her hand and then unceremoniously tossed onto the couch along with her keys and her jacket.
Fuck it. She's put together, well enough, but it's obvious she's not feeling well, at all.
Natasha moves down the hallway, and okay okay she's totally lacking her usual grace and isn't at all stealthy. She bypasses her own bedroom door and b-lines straight for Clint's, only pausing long enough to close the door before she crawls onto the bed next to him and curls up against him.]
✔ Action (Early morning 3/18)
Fuck it. She's put together, well enough, but it's obvious she's not feeling well, at all.
Natasha moves down the hallway, and okay okay she's totally lacking her usual grace and isn't at all stealthy. She bypasses her own bedroom door and b-lines straight for Clint's, only pausing long enough to close the door before she crawls onto the bed next to him and curls up against him.]