Work Sucks, I Know, Natasha/Reader
Natasha is done. D-O-N-E, Done, with everything.
She gets back to her apartment from work, throws her bag in a chair, and lays out on the floor, complete and utterly Done.
(Told from your point of view)
Work was kinda crappy today, and all I want is to curl up with Nat and watch some cheesy movie and talk shit about coworkers.
As I open the door I see Nat on the floor, staring at the ceiling, it doesn't look like she's moved in hours...
I grab a bunch of blankets and pillows, and scatter them around her, before laying down with her, my head on her chest.
"Hi.." I smile as she looks at me.
"Hi," she pecks my forehead.
We curl up and decide to nap on the floor together.
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(Told from Clint's Point Of View)
Natasha's not returning my calls, her girlfriend's phone isn't even rings, and I'm getting worried.
After picking the lock on their door I find them curled up on the floor, Nat's awake, though it looks like she just woke up, and her girlfriend is asleep on her chest, one arm slung around Nat's waist.
"You could've knocked."
"I hate knocking," I shrug, taking a picture of them.
"Delete it." Nat's girl is apparently awake.
"No, don't delete the pic. Send it to me so I have a new lock screen for my phone," Nat argues.