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Mmhm.. I owe you, yeah..." [There's a tiny moment where she almost reaches for him to pull him back again, but she needs the water, and she knows he's right about that.

She's curled up around the pillows when he returns, and moves slowly to get up propping against the pillows with an an annoyed huff. Annoyed with having to move, not with him.]

I think I'm good. [She groans, rubbing her forehead.] With drinking... the rest is still up for debate.

You sure? It looks like a lot of effort. [ He's a safe distance away, which is the only reason he's openly smirking. He learnt from a young age that alcohol was never good in large amounts, and that's without too many experiences that she's suffering through. Still, he's not going to lecture her.

He wanders around the roof while he's up, gathering the previous day's clothes to plonk in a pile by the bed, but climbs back into it instead of pulling them on. ] Can't remember the last time I saw you drunk never mind with a hangover.

Honestly? No, I'm not sure. [She takes the medication and drinks the water slowly setting the glass back down to curl up against him.]

Never have been drunk. Have never had a hangov--Oh.. Oh no...[Rolls away and scrambles out of the room to the bathroom. This is going to suck.]

[ He doesn't even get the chance to open his mouth never mind follow through on asking if she wants a fried breakfast, something he's been assured does the trick every time.

Instead, he stands there, frowning, and worriedly follows after her slowly. He stands just outside the door. ] Need your hair holding out of the way?

[She's leaning over the toilet and waves a hand in his direction. She might be saying no, but yes.. she could use a hand.]

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[ Wavering a moment, Clint sighs and enters anyway, crouching down beside her and rubbing a hand up and down her back. ]

Let me guess, you're never gonna drink again.

[She groans, wiping her face with a hand before shooting him a pathetic glance.]

That's the cliche isn't it?

Never saw it coming. Natasha Romanoff, a real girl after all.

[ He grabs some toilet paper from the roll and puts it into her hand to wipe her mouth with. ] Good thing you don't have to save the world today.

[She feels so disgusting... But she takes the toilet paper gratefully cleaning her hand with it. Then tossing it away she flushes the toilet and pushes herself up to standing so she can clean her face and wash her hands.]

The world can fuck off today.

[ Laughing, he leans against the wall, arms crossed as he watches her. ]

Want me to grab a towel, get the shower running? Or do you wanna try sleep some more? [ Because as much as he sounds mocking, teasing her, he's worried in his way. ]

[She turns putting the lid down on the toilet, then sits with a sigh. Even that much moving makes her feel so depleted.]

I want a shower, but I don't know if I have the energy.

And since you're so shy, you're not gonna want me to hold you up in there, right?

[ He doesn't shift from where he is, waiting for a signal to either help her in or back to the bedroom. ]

At this point? I wouldn't stop you from carrying me over your shoulder, if not for the fact that doing so might make me vomit again.

[She scrubs a hand over her face, then begins unbuttoning her blouse with shaky hands.]

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Sure I could pick up a fireman's uniform around here some place while I'm at it.

[ But the vomit factor makes even him scrunch up his nose. Seeing her begin to undress, he leans over into the shower and turns on the water to run the cold out. He disappears after that, returning a couple of minutes later with something clean for her to put on and a fresh towel. ]

Please do we can work that into a roleplaying fantasy at some point when I don't feel like I'm dying.

[There you go have fun with that. In the mean time, she's going to get out of her clothes albeit slowly, thankful that he got the water started while she does. One less thing for her to have to do.

She's already getting into the shower when he returns, probably giving him a brief glimpse of her before vanishing behind the curtain.]

'Cause that's what you need right now, a training session on being covert and professional around a sexy fireman.

[ He shakes his head, fondly, and tries not to think too much on whether or not she's winding him up. Sometimes it's hard to tell.

He's seen other agents naked before, including the Natasha from his world, it's a hazard of the job, but never her, and somehow he finds himself averting his eyes out of respect for her privacy.

Calling out over the water once she's in. ] Got a towel and clothes here whenever you're done. Shout if you need anything.

[She might be winding him up. She might not, at this point she isn't even sure any more. It's almost as automatic as breathing. Teasing back and forth between them, because that's a healthy way to deal with what they want, but aren't ready to admit right?

She's standing under the spray, a hand braced against the wall, just letting the warm water fall over her. She smiles faintly, it might even be reflected in her tone when she calls back.] Thank you.

[She washes her hair, then herself and cleans her face once she's all rinsed off, she takes another few long moments to stand under the spray before reaching to turn off the water and hold her hand out for the towel.] I think I'm done. Let me get the towel around me, I may need a hand getting back out.

Yeah, sure. [ But she probably can't hear him over the water, the words mumbled as hunts for a spot to perch upon while he waits. ] Make me dinner sometime, we'll call it even.

[ He's sitting on top of the toilet tank, feet on the lid, because he can't sit like normal people, flicking through his device to see if he missed anything interesting. ]

[She's wrapped up in the towel when she pushes the curtain back, looking at least marginally better than she had before she went in.

Funnily enough seeing him sitting like that isn't at all a surprise. But she pauses for a moment giving him a little hint of a smile and a mildly helpless look. She might look a little better, but she's still not sure of herself.]

Make you dinner as in I'm the one who makes the call for take out the next time? If so then, you've got yourself a deal.

[ He sits a little straight as she steps out, ready to jump up and rush over if she needs a crutch to lean against. ]

You know how long it takes me to choose. They're all so good. [ Jumping down, now, and landing a little away, he throws an arm around her back and encourages her to the door. ] Someone's got to sort me out.

You do take forever... one of these days we're going to starve to death.

[She appreciates him, she really does.. she should do a better job of being sure he knows that. She's also going to try not to lean to heavily against him, but she can't stop the ripple of goosebumps that raise along the space where his arm touches her shoulder, and his skin touches hers where they're pressed together.]

That's a full-time job in itself.

We're SHIELD trained, we'll get by.

[ He easily mistakes the reaction to her stepping out from beneath the warm spray of the shower to the cool air beyond, and, really, he should switch the heating on.

But first thing's first, Clint grabs the clothes and continues on, helping her back to his bedroom. ]

You saying I'm hard work?

Of course we do.

[She wouldn't argue with the heater. For now she's content to soak up what she can get from the physical contact.

Thanks for that, she just wants to get back into bed, she forgot all about the clothes. She lets him usher back to the room without complaint or resistance.]

That is exactly what I'm saying. [But there's a smile in there though.] But I wouldn't trade you for anything.

[ He takes up to the edge of the bed, straightens the cover a bit around her and pulls it back. ]

No wonder no one sticks 'round, I gotta start paying you. [ He flashes a grin, puts the pile next to her. ] Need anything else? 'Cause when I'm down, I'm staying down.

[She chuckles softly.] Maybe we'll work out something. [Looks at the clothes and shakes her head.] I think I'm alright hopefully after a little more rest I'll be okay and won't have to bug you too much.

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