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[He gets a quiet hum back from her, and finger tips brushing lightly across his back. Her face is pressed against his skin, she sighs and barely nods against him.] Gonna try...

[ He tries and fails to suppress a shiver at the touch; it's been a while since he really laid in bed with anyone but her, and she's not usually as friendly. But he's also not complaining, doesn't even really think much of it; he knows more or less where stands as far as that's concerned. ]

Got your back. Don't sleep too hard.

[Were she not so exhausted, or feeling so sick she might have played explored that reaction just a little, maybe. She's friendly enough... But even she can't presume to know where it is they stand in this any more.]

I knew I could count on you. [Mumbled slowly and softly.] Sorry for waking you.

Fury would've done it if you didn't. [ Which is sort of true, a mid-morning pile on always comes when someone wants attention and a walk, even if not quite so early.

But he lets her rest, breathes out slowly as he relaxes, one hand resting over hers, still at first, and then slowly running fingertips up and down her lower arm, the other going one further and lightly combing through her hair absently as he watches over her. ]

Hmm... [She's drifting too quickly to respond. Never has she ever felt this sick and tired-- okay she has once. But that memory isn't anywhere as pleasant as this one has the potential to be.

Sleep isn't ever easy for her, rarely is it seamless and restful. But an hour later when she wakes up, her head is still pounding, but at least she feels substantially more relaxed.]

[ After waking the first time, Clint doesn't manage to go back there with much success, dozing for a while, but mostly lying there with his eyes closed if not to the moonlight peering in around the curtains, listening to her soft, even breaths.

She's at peace like this, something he doesn't see very often, and even though she's not the woman who he knows certain memories of, have been confided in, he's certain this isn't something she does all that much where she's from either.

He speaks quietly, voice a little groggy, gruff with sleep, but still soft. ] Ready for that water?

[She shifts against him, nuzzling under his chin and sighing softly, before she lifts her head and gives him a little twitch of smile.]

That eager to get away from me?

Always. [ A quiet puff of air leaves his lips, the tease light, and with a smile in return, even if she can't see it from that angle.

He might need the toilet, though. ] Who said anything about you going anywhere? Service in bed does happen. If you're lucky. And ask nice enough.

[She grumbles softly and rests her head back down, he can't see but she's totally rolling her eyes at him.

After a moment she shifts away from him, lifting up on one elbow to bat her lashes at him.] Pretty please, can I have some water?

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[ Now, it's his turn to roll his eyes, even if he does a lazy show of it, and he groans, as if he's all put upon and accompanies it with a long-suffering sigh as he starts to work his way out of the blankets. ]

You so owe me for this. [ Even though he'll never call it in, like he never usually does. The cool air hits him as soon as he leaves the bed, but he doesn't complain, shuffling off quietly in nothing but his boxers. He returns a few minutes later, a glass of water in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other, putting them both down at her side of the bed. ] Don't say I never do anything for you. Need help drinking that, too, or are you good?

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.]

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